The girl making tea!

All the young people in the room were stunned, and then they became excited.

This is really incredible news.

"What's going on? Is it a rekindled love or a happy first meeting?"

"I think it's an old relationship. Isn't Lu Qianhu from a poor family? Maybe he and the girl who made tea were childhood sweethearts."

"Yes, yes, it's possible. For his future, Lu Qianhu had to marry Princess Jiuling. Now that Princess Jiuling is gone, no one can stop them anymore."

"Isn't there Princess Jiuli?"

"She's a princess, but she's not really a princess."

"But no matter what, it's too arrogant to do something like this when you're getting married soon."

"I'm arrogant to begin with."

There was a lot of discussion in the room. After all, they were all young people in their teens who had been studying madly and hard for next year's exam. It was a rare day off, and the topic involved powerful officials in the court and the love between men and women, so of course they were very interested.

"Pay attention, everyone." Ning Yunzhao's voice rang out amid the bustle.

Everyone turned their heads and saw Ning Yunzhao still making tea. He was sifting the tea powder into the water with a relaxed look on his face.

"I think we should talk less about this Lu Qianhu, so as not to cause trouble." He said, "Don't be as unlucky as that old slave Guo."

Ning Yunzhao's uncle is Ning Yan, who has a distinguished status and position, and what he says is often very meaningful.

The companions looked at each other.

"Yun Zhao, do you mean that this was indeed done by Lu Qianhu?" a companion asked.

Ning Yunzhao poured out the tea one by one.

"I just think," he said with a smile, looking up. "Even if it's a mad dog, it won't bite a person for no reason. Either the person has provoked it, or there's an order from above, or at the very least, the person has walked in front of it. In other words, there is no love or hate without reason in this world. There must always be a reason."

The companions nodded.

"Then it's up to you. Why does Mr. Lu keep a mistress at this time?" someone asked with a smile.

"No matter what the reason is, it has nothing to do with us. Don't pay attention to it." Ning Yunzhao said.

This made the smile disappear from his companion's face.

"So, according to what Brother Ning said," he said, putting down the tea bowl in his hand, "when we encounter trouble, it is none of our business. Are we afraid of bringing trouble upon ourselves, so we should turn a blind eye and turn a deaf ear? Then what is the purpose of studying for the Mingzhi exam and entering the government?"

Although they are companions, it is common for young people to sit and discuss things.

Everyone waited for Ning Yunzhao's answer with interest.

Although the atmosphere was not tense, Ning Yunzhao's answer would affect everyone's views and feelings towards him, and thus affect the closeness of their relationship with him.

This is the truth that people with different ideals cannot work together. It is also common for young people to cut off ties with each other.

Ning Yunzhao smiled and put down the tea-making utensils in his hand to show his respect.

"Of course not," he said. "What I mean is that if you encounter a problem, you should find a way to solve it. But at the same time, you should protect yourself and not die before you achieve your goal. This will not solve the problem."

"I understand what you said, and I also know that this practice is followed by many people and officials, but I also admire those who do what they know is wrong and are willing to die as a warning to the world," said his companion Su Rong.

Ning Yunzhao nodded.

"I admire it, too," he said. "My approach is just my approach. I don't think my approach is right, nor do I think other people's approaches are wrong. Right and wrong can only be judged by saints, and I am not a saint."

He smiled.

"What I mean is, whether Lu Qianhu is a childhood sweetheart or he is lusting after beauty, this is ultimately his personal matter and has nothing to do with state affairs."

He continued.

"Since he dared to do such a thing, he must not be afraid of being known, and the emperor obviously doesn't mind. If we attack him for this personal morality, it will not cause any harm to him, but will put us in danger. I think this is a pity and not worth it."

"I am not the only one who thinks so. Lu Qianhu obviously understands this as well. So think about it. He has never taken advantage of anyone's personal morals when dealing with them."

"For example, Guo Nur was severely punished by the emperor because he violated his duties and rules. Regardless of whether this was true or a frame-up by Lu Qianhu, this matter had nothing to do with personal morality and conduct, but with rules and duties."

Ning Yunzhao laughed when he said this.

"I said it again. This is just my idea. It's not necessarily correct." He paused again. Although he was smiling, his eyes were serious. "It doesn't mean I'm afraid."

His voice stopped and his companion beside him laughed.

"That's why a gentleman can be deceived by tricks." He stroked his folding fan and said, "I am so frank. Even if it is a treacherous minister like that, we will not treat him with shady means."

Ning Yunzhao smiled and shook his head.

"No," he said, somewhat seriously and jokingly, "It's not that we don't use this method, but that this method is useless. If it is useful, then it is useless."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I will go to the streets and preach myself."

As he spoke, he lifted his robe and acted like a storyteller.

"Let's just say that this Lu Qianhu robbed the common people's daughter, was licentious and immoral, and insulted the princess. This is a great crime that cannot be pardoned."

The companions burst into laughter, and the one who had questioned him also smiled and shook his head, with all the grudge in his eyes gone.

"I have to say, Yun Zhao." He changed back to addressing, "This storyteller's appearance is quite similar, it's easy for him to catch the story, and the other companions also laughed.

"Yeah, I've never seen you go to a storytelling class."

They went to the private rooms to drink tea and wine in the quiet and never went to the hall to join in the hustle and bustle, so they rarely saw storytellers or opera singers.

Ning Yunzhao's eyes flashed with a hint of unexpected embarrassment, but also a hint of smile.

That’s probably because the storyteller described in the letter I read recently told too many stories.

Thinking of this, he looked out the window and his eyes lit up.

"I have something to do, so I'll leave first," he said.

As he spoke, he walked out, opened the door and disappeared in a flash.

The companions in the room haven't reacted yet.

“What is this for?”

The companion near the window looked out and saw Ning Yunzhao had walked out of the teahouse and stood on the street.

"You're not really going to tell people about Lu Qianhu raping women, are you?" he said with a smile.

Everyone laughed.

"Of course not, it's Yunzhong who has sent another golden letter." One of them pointed at a boy who was walking in the crowd not far away on the street.

Everyone recognized him; he was Ning Yunzhao's personal servant.

These days, he was the one who kept delivering Ning Yunzhao's letters from Yangcheng.

Ning Yunzhao, who was standing at the door, waved to the servant. The servant, who was shaking his head in the crowd to look for which teahouse, finally saw him and quickened his pace happily.

At the same time, Miss Jun, who was approaching the city gate of Beijing, stopped.

"Miss, aren't we going in?" Liu'er asked.

Miss Jun looked around.

"Let's not go into the city yet. The map says there's an inn outside the city that's clean and quiet, and it's next to Piaohao Street." She said, turning the horse's head, "Let's stay there."