The atmosphere was slightly awkward.
"Ahem."
It was Yan Shu who coughed twice and broke the silence.
He said to Zhao Jun, "Zhao Jun, the emperor is the ancestor of the Zhao family. Although not your direct ancestor, he is also one of your collateral ancestors. Since you are meeting the ancestors, why don't you show respect?"
Okay.
I am a new-age college student.
High-quality talents who are polite, set new trends, respect the elderly and love the young should be treated as respecting their ancestors.
Zhao Jun reluctantly agreed, clasping his hands together like he was wishing prosperity during the Chinese New Year. He then bowed and said, "Descendants of later generations, we greet our ancestors."
"hehe."
At that moment, Zhao Zhen's originally stern face melted like an iceberg, and he said with a half-smile: "You still know that I am your ancestor."
"Let me correct you. It's not ancestor, it's ancestor. Ancestors are direct descendants, but ancestors can be collateral descendants."
As a history student, Zhao Jun must seriously correct the mistakes here.
Zhao Zhen's face suddenly darkened.
Yan Shu almost peed himself at the time, and quickly pulled Zhao Jun aside and whispered, "Little Ancestor, my little ancestor, you are my ancestor, okay? I beg you, please respect the emperor."
Zhao Jun was a typical soft-hearted person. Seeing Yan Shu almost crying with anxiety, he remembered how Yan Shu had taken care of him meticulously during this period, so he softened his heart and said, "Okay, for Uncle Yan Lari's sake."
Yan Shu then pulled Zhao Jun over again and said to Zhao Zhen with an apologetic smile, "Your Majesty, Zhao Jun is from a later generation after all, so he may not know some etiquette. Please don't blame me. Come, pay your respects to our ancestors."
He urged Zhao Jun as he spoke.
Zhao Jun knelt down and kowtowed weakly: "I am an unworthy descendant and I have been disrespectful. Please forgive me, ancestor."
It’s not that he is weak-kneed, but that there is indeed a tablet of Zhao Zhen in their village ancestral hall.
Except for Zhao Ji and Zhao Gou, who were rather shameful, basically as long as the emperors of the Zhao family were not too incompetent, the villagers were still willing to worship them as ancestors of the Zhao family.
So Zhao Jun had actually been accustomed to kneeling since he was a child. Not only did he kneel during the annual ancestor worship, but also when an elderly person in the family passed away, they would carry the coffin to the ancestral hall to stay for half a day and burn incense to the ancestors. Therefore, he had knelt to Zhao Zhen quite a few times in the past.
Just treat it as the same as before, kneeling before the dead.
Zhao Jun felt at ease.
What he didn't expect was that before the Yuan Dynasty, kneeling was still a relatively serious etiquette. Even officials did not need to kneel before Zhao Zhen when they went to court, let alone ordinary people meeting officials.
Therefore, when Zhao Zhen saw Zhao Jun suddenly perform such a great ceremony, he thought that Zhao Jun had completely figured it out, saw through his own stubbornness, knew that he was a wise leader, and decided to bow down to him.
So he laughed and said, "Hahahahaha, get up."
"Thank you, ancestor."
Zhao Jun got up from the ground weakly, as if he had not eaten - he really had not eaten.
Seeing that he was in low spirits, Zhao Zhen recalled the time when he had been constantly insulting him. He felt like teasing him, slamming the table and sneering, "Zhao Jun, what is your crime?"
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Jun looked at Zhao Zhen in confusion.
"Old pervert, old pervert, idiot, cheap bone, stupid donkey"
Zhao Zhen lowered his head and counted one finger at a time. Ten fingers didn't seem enough, so he raised his head, looked at Zhao Jun with a half-smile, and said, "You've slandered the court, insulted the emperor, and shown disrespect to our ancestors. What do you think I should do to you?"
(End of this chapter)
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