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Zhao Rong looked at his palm and sighed, "Just try our old Zhao family's method on her. I specially teach disobedient girls..."

While speaking, he glanced at Xiao Qian'er's little butt.

The little girl shook her shoulders, and subconsciously covered her fragrant buttocks.

The ferocious expression on her little face immediately disintegrated, "Well, did you really...really hit me?"

"Then can there be a fake? If you don't obey, you have to hit her. I have long disliked her, hum." Zhao Rong smiled and clapped his hands, with a look of ruthless but calm.

"..."

Xiao Qian'er was stunned, tugging at her eyebrows, shaking her head and said, "Why are you spanking her?"

Zhao Rong put on a puzzled expression.

Xiaoqian'er waved her hands and explained: "No, it's how you can spank her. She is an outsider, a woman, and you are a man. How can you spank her..."

After she spoke, her tone became more and more anxious, but she blushed subconsciously.

Zhao Rong tilted his head, "Although my second wife's maid is not mine, she is also the maid of our old Zhao family, isn't she? I am the master, so I can't give her family law to deal with?"

"Well..." Xiao Qian'er frowned and thought, which makes sense.

The little girl looked like she was dazed by Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong secretly smiled.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiaoqian'er always felt something was wrong.

She shook her head, shook off all those circles, hugged her chest and said:

"No, then why when I entered the room last night, I found that her face was flushed, and she looked like a vixen, and it was the same this morning. Seeing your eyes glowing, almost dripping water, you really hit her The butt has enforced our family law, this is not right!"

Xiaoqian'er spoke plausibly, nodded her head, and became more and more certain as she spoke.

Zhao Rong nodded, "That's true, something is wrong with her."

Xiao Qian'er grabbed one of his sleeves with both hands, sniffed and said, "It's clear that something is wrong with you."

Zhao Rong sighed, and said seriously: "I really spanked her, very hard, but after she was spanked by me, she looked like the one you saw, it's so wrong."

He paused, and said seriously: "Well, maybe...she just likes it? The more I beat her, the happier she is. Well, it's very possible, damn it, let her taste the sweetness..."

Zhao Rong hammered the hand angrily.

Little Qianer: "???"

You... all of you are wrong...

Along the way, Zhao Rong joked without saying a word. He made an appointment to show her what's wrong next time, and finally coaxed the little girl temporarily.

The two stopped behind the crowd in front of the palace gate.

At this time, the sky was bright and misty, and the palace gate was closed tightly before the hour.

Zhao Rong was dressed in an ordinary official uniform. Although he was inconspicuous, he was still recognized by many elite officials around him, and they all looked for opportunities to greet him, many of whom were dignitaries.

Sure enough, this handsome face made him stand out in the crowd like a firefly in the dark, always so bright and outstanding...

Zhao Rong sighed and rubbed his face, smiled and exchanged some polite words with them.

Afterwards, he happened not to have breakfast, so he left the waiting enthusiastic crowd, took Xiaoqian'er, sat down at a breakfast stall near the palace gate, and ordered two bowls of warm chaos.

When Qian'er was giving him a spoonful of sesame oil, onion and garlic, Zhao Rong at the table casually glanced around, then suddenly paused, and landed on a young man in official uniform not far away...

Zhao Rong moved his eyes down and stared at the familiar jade bib on the young man's waist for a while.

He stretched out his palm and touched the temporary jade around his waist.

In Wangque Island, all scholars of the academy wear jade walls on their waists.

Among them, the style of the scholar Yubi of the two academies in the north and the south is somewhat different.

The jade on the young man's waist not far away is different from Zhao Rong's Linlu Academy jade, but Zhao Rong is still familiar with it, because a friend in Zhongnan Mountain has one...

At this time, Xiao Qian'er, who had her heart on Brother Rong'er, also noticed his strangeness, and turned to look at him.

She snorted slightly, "Is it your senior from the same academy? No, that jade bi..."

The young Confucian scholar nodded lightly: "It's a scholar brother from Siqi Academy on the other side of Wangque Island. He should have graduated from the teacher."

While speaking, he scooped up a spoonful of ravioli stew, blew on it, and put it into his mouth while looking sideways at the young man in official uniform.

At first glance, this young man has only one word.

thin.

Thin as a knife and an axe.

Especially his face, like carved marble, calm and rigid, without any expression.

The young man is tall and thin, dressed in a pale blue official uniform with embroidered Xiezhi as his patch.

Zhao Rong looked at it and guessed that it should be the censor official who left the court.

Behind the emaciated censor was an old servant.

The old servant was crooked and lame, and was blind in his left eye. He was leading a thin old horse by the hand.

At this moment, the thin censor was taking the hollow biscuits handed by the old servant, and eating together with the old servant in the cold wind outside the palace gate.

The thin censor ate Xiangsiwen, just chewed a few mouthfuls, then broke half of the biscuit and handed it to the lame old servant.

The latter quickly waved his hand to refuse, but he was not as stubborn as the former with a calm face, so he had to take it with both hands.

The appearance and behavior of the master and servant are quite attractive outside the palace gate at this time.

But none of his colleagues approached the emaciated censor.

There was no one around them for a few meters.

Faintly isolated.

According to the rules of the early dynasty, the leaving officials who can wait outside the palace gate are at least of the fifth grade or above. Even if it is Qingshui Yamen, if you look at Hanjing, they are all rich and noble families...

But this brother from Siqi Academy is living in a miserable life.

Zhao Rong looked over there with interest.

as far as he knows.

In this great distance, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu are not the only Confucian scholars in the academy.

There are also a few senior scholars from Linlu Academy who are on the road to official careers here.

At yesterday's feast, Zhao Rong met two of them, exchanged a few friendly greetings, and found out that they were all seniors who graduated from the academy in previous sessions.

Some of them are locals from other places, who return to their hometowns to serve after completing their studies.

Some wanted to transfer their cultural and martial arts goods to the emperor's family, eager to make contributions, and to be named princes and prime ministers, but in this Dali dynasty, they saw an opportunity.

After all, the Dali Dynasty was well-known in the northern part of Wangquezhou.

Moreover, not long after the establishment of the royal family of the Li family, the atmosphere is very new. Although the atmosphere is advocating Confucianism, it is not as powerful as the Lanxi Lin family of Wen Ruo and the Qin family of the first-class gentry of the Wei Dynasty that Zhao Rong met before. , Big family.

The common ills of the old dynasty at the foot of the mountain are missing.

Well, the brothers came here, worked hard, worked hard, and strived to become the "stubborn disease" of this dynasty in a hundred years. The dragon-slaying boy likes to be a dragon...

Zhao Rong made a joke in his heart.

Right now, the official positions of these brothers are already very high.

Although after they left the academy, they needed to be independent and lost a lot of academy benefits.

But at least among the scholars in Wangquezhou, they are already a small group of people with a very high starting point, who are highly valued and promoted by many royal families in secular dynasties, and the same is true in Dali.

That Queen Mother Dugu held a palace banquet last night, so she might have the intention of inviting these brothers from the same sect to win over Zhao Rong.

However, although there are quite a few senior brothers here, but there is no such outstanding person...

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong felt that this was a good place for Confucian scholars in the Academy.

If 'Dog' is here to serve as an official, it should be able to do more, right?

He looked at the thin censor who also came from Siqi Academy, and couldn't help but think of that good friend.

"The Zhongnan Kingdom is still too small. The dragon-slaying technique you learned and the dragon-supporting technique are meaningless to use..."

Zhao Rong muttered and shook his head.

At this time.

"He has no cultivation, he is an ordinary scholar."

The little Qian'er next to him glanced at the shabby thin imperial censor, and said softly to Zhao Rong.

Then she thought about it, tilted her head and said:

"Brother Rong, you, a senior from Siqi Academy, are quite frugal. It seems that you should be a clean official."

Zhao Rong smiled.

No answer.

After that, he stopped looking at it and continued to serve the bowl.

Soon, Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er finished eating the wonton stew together.

Not long after, the tall palace gate slowly opened.

All the officials entered one after another, neat and orderly.

On a new day, the morning of leaving the court begins...

Chapter 464 Widow's Tears and Delicious Snacks

Early Dynasty was not as troublesome as Zhao Rong imagined.

It may be that the little emperor is still too young, and some important military affairs have been discussed in private by the Dugu family, the regent, and the princes of the court, just like Zhao Rong and the others discussed in the back hall of Weiyang Palace last night.

So going up early is just a process.

At this time in the court hall, the Dugu family, who was listening to the government behind the curtain, announced the appointment of Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars, and announced that they would have full authority to manage the Fengchan ceremony.

Later, it was also announced that the location of Fengchan was Jiyue Mountain.

The civil and military officials of the court knew that this matter was very serious, and it was not their turn to question it.All, and no one disagrees.

Except for some officials, including Zhao Rong who noticed the thin censor, most of the officials looked at the young Confucian scholar who was given a seat by the little emperor with admiration.

The latter's face was calm, and his eyes swept over the little emperor on the dragon chair high above from time to time.

I saw that the little emperor seemed to be in a good mood today, but he was distracted occasionally, and he didn't know what to think of, and there was a smile on his face.

When I was young, the early court ended and all officials withdrew from the court.

However, they did not leave right away. Instead, they changed into white clothes according to the daily practice, and went to the hall where the late emperor was still in mourning to pay their respects and kneel down.

Zhao Rong didn't quite understand the funeral customs of these Liren, but he changed into white clothes and went with them when he went to the country to do as the Romans did.

And Xiaoqian'er was inconvenient to come in, so she waited for him outside.

……

In a majestic and solemn hall, the hall is full of plains.

There is a gold-painted golden nanmu dragon coffin placed in the center.

The Dugu family and the little emperor took the lead and bowed down with all the officials.

The first two are the closest to the dragon coffin.

Weeping and sobbing, tears wet the skirt of my clothes.

Zhao Rong stood behind the crowd, and after worshiping, he looked up, and only then did he really see the figure of Dugu's back.

Finally, it is no longer hidden behind the bead curtain.

Everyone in the hall lowered their heads, but he was the only one who dared to take random glances...

I saw that this Dugu family should be very young.

From the perspective of Zhao Rong from the rear, she has blue silk like silk, and she is dressed in onyx and plain, and she has an excellent figure.

The very close-fitting snow-white filial piety dress outlines the incomparably graceful waist of this young widow. The waist is thinner than any girl Zhao Rong has ever seen, with undulating curves...