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The young Confucian scholar fell silent, cleaning the wound silently.

That day in Tao Yuanran's class in the bamboo forest of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion, before leaving, the old man asked him.

Facing the thieves, how should he be "promising"?What should a saint do...

Dugu Chanyi in the pavilion didn't urge her, and quietly looked at the back of the Confucian scholar squatting on the ground.

There has been silence between the two.

Neither of them knew what they were thinking.

Zhao Rong raised his head and chuckled softly:

"It's nothing. But there is one thing I can say. Although the bandits are rampant, the perpetrators have no descendants..."

In the distance, the Empress Dowager Dali frowned, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Rong looked at her and said sincerely: "Mother, this is very simple to understand, so let's make an assumption, assuming that you are a big thief, and you played with this 'ritual'."

"What is teasing, what kind of indecent word are you using?"

"Well, well, that's stealing, assuming you are a bad person, stealing the 'li', ingesting powerful power, and doing some bad things, but have you ever thought that this 'li' will be stolen one day? It was stolen by others, used by other thieves, and hurt you in turn?"

He sighed, lost interest and said:

"It's a good 'gift'. After being fought over by a group of thieves, it has changed its flavor and is not very interesting. So the one who started it has almost no descendants... If he came out and became a thieves, he must pay it back."

The beautiful widow in the pavilion nodded her head lightly.

After she said "oh", she stopped talking.

Zhao Rong also bowed his head and continued to wash the wound.

The two were speechless.

The air on the field was quiet for a moment.

The woman suddenly snorted, "So that's what it means. Mr. Zhao's analogy is quite interesting."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

"It's just idle and boring, thinking about it occasionally. Some things...let the saint worry about it. I, a little Confucian scholar, can do my own thing well."

He didn't mention it any more.

Afterwards, the two fell silent again.

After a while, Zhao Rong let go and exhaled.

Finally cleaned the wound.

He turned his head to look left and right, his gaze paused, and he landed on a large bamboo basket next to him.

I saw a lot of white towels neatly stacked inside.

It is embroidered with gold thread, which is very luxurious.

Zhao Rong reached out curiously and touched it. Some towels in the basket were slightly wet, while others were quite dry. They were stacked together...

"Hey, these clean towels belong to the empress? There are quite a lot of them. Cough empress, please borrow another one."

"No." A certain queen mother said immediately.

She stared slightly, subconsciously took a step forward, but the two of them were far apart, but there was no time to stop the movement of a certain Confucian scholar.

At this moment, he had already pulled out a towel that had wiped her delicate body.

Zhao Rong sighed: "Ma'am, it's just your towel, don't be so stingy, don't you have many more, and you don't lack it."

Dugu Chanyi: "..."

These 99 luxury towels, 'each with its own duties', correspond to different positions of the delicate body, and some parts that are easy to get wet will be divided into several towels for wiping, so the dryness and wetness are different.

The woman shyly said: "No! You put it down, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he got stuck, because the young Confucian scholar not far away had already picked it up, sniffed it lightly, and muttered, "Uh, it's quite fragrant, the things used by the empress are exquisite..."

Dugu Chanyi: "!!!"

"...But why does Xiangli feel a bit strange..."

"???"

Zhao Rong didn't know, he randomly picked out a towel corresponding to a strange part, tore it into several strips, and bandaged the wound.

The beautiful widow in the pavilion stomped her feet secretly in shame, but she had no choice but dared not tell the truth...

Soon, Zhao Rong changed into a clean Confucian shirt.

Cover the bandaged wound with a wide sleeve.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned his head and looked at Dugu Chanyi for a moment.

For some reason, the latter's cheeks were a little flushed, especially against the background of her snow-white fur.

She didn't look at Zhao Rong, but stared at the ground next to her, as if she was angry with the floor.

The two were silent for a while.

Zhao Rong nodded, turned and left the bath garden.

No farewell was said.

Dugu Chanyi was standing beside the beauty's couch in the pavilion, at a certain moment, her eyes shifted, and she watched his back leave.

The eyes are a little hard to say.

After about a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong copied his sleeves and left Guanghan Palace leisurely.

In his hand, he was holding a colored ribbon quietly brought out...

Chapter 485 This Fun Can't Be Explained to the Lonely and Widowed

Zhao Rong stepped out of the gate of Guanghan Palace with a normal expression.

The stringed music guards outside the door consciously gave way to the girls.

But no one turned their eyes to look at him.

Zhao Rong folded his sleeves and walked a few steps forward. When some Li girls quietly glanced at him, he suddenly stopped.

I saw the young Confucian scholar suddenly turned his head, and said apologetically:

"That...can I do you a favor?"

All the girls looked at each other in blank dismay.

The young Confucian scholar scratched his head, his tone a little embarrassed: "If the Empress Dowager returns to the palace later, can you tell me that Zhao came to see her."

"Ah, oh oh."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but when they realized it, they nodded quickly, just like chickens pecking at rice.

"That's work."

The young Confucian scholar smiled, turned his head and left, and seemed to mutter something before he left.

"Hey, I ran for nothing today... There is no one..."

All the women: "..."

……

"This is... his original words?"

"Yes, ma'am."

In Guanghan Palace, in a pavilion next to a misty natural bath, there is a beautiful woman in snow fur sitting on a beauty couch, with her chin raised, looking at the scenery outside.

She glanced sideways at the string girl who was kneeling outside the pavilion to sue.

The latter did not dare to raise his head.

Dugu Chanyi smiled suddenly, "Well, the Ai family knows. Next time, if this Mr. Zhao comes again, don't be negligent and neglect Mr., you have to lead him the way, and don't happen again... something like today gone."

"Yes, madam!"

The stringed musician on the ground outside the pavilion kowtowed vigorously.

"Also, go and call Dou Ko back for Ai's family, and tell her that Que'er doesn't have to be made to kneel anymore, and go back to the palace quickly."

"The slaves obey the order."

The string girl Li Nu respectfully drew a crescent moon ceremony on her chest, called out "Two minutes, bright moon, leave and return", and left under orders.

Ever since she came in to report, she didn't dare to look up at all, there were some strange traces in the pavilion...

For example, why is the underside of the beauty's bed where the empress is sitting is full of sawdust, as if the bed is messy.

Another example is why the towels that the empress used to wipe the phoenix's body after taking a bath are scattered aside, and there are thin strips of towels that have been torn to pieces on the ground.

Another example... who left the stone benches, the beauty couch, and the bloodstains scattered on the floor...

These scenes that made her tremble with fear, this girl who left the moon, soon 'forgot' all of them...

Inside the pavilion, Dugu Chanyi, who was alone again, frowned slightly.

There was no one around, only the sound of the splashing spring water coming from not far away.

The woman turned her head and glanced at the direction in which a Confucian scholar was leaving.

"Zhao Rong...Zhao Ziyu..."

Dugu Chanyi muttered a few words, but the meaning was hard to understand.

At a certain moment, she stood up suddenly, her pretty face was flushed, and her eyebrows were furrowed.

Feel a burst of trouble and restlessness for no reason.

The beautiful woman untied her rope, took off her snow-white fur, and walked towards the bathing pool again.

The dignified and light lotus steps in the past are now a little chaotic...

Today, a certain man did too many things that offended her, and everything he did was something that no man had ever done to her before. Today is the first time I have experienced it...

a moment.

The cleanliness woman who rubbed her jade skin vigorously in the bathtub gritted her silver teeth.

"... Zhao Ziyu... shameless scholar..."

……

Somewhere on the way out of the palace.

A young Confucian scholar was walking leisurely. At this time, he was taking out a white jade tablet from his sleeve, lowered his head, and carefully tied it around his waist.

This white jade tablet was raised by him with his tenderness, and it was a token of love with Qingjun. It was originally carried by Qingjun close to his body together with the black jade tablet.

But yesterday in Xia Chong Zhai, before Zhao Rong and Qing Jun separated, Qing Jun tied him up again, saying it was to keep him safe.

Zhao Rong touched the jade tablet, feeling a little guilty.

Fortunately, the lady Huizhi Lanxin tied the jade plaque on him before leaving, as well as Xiaoxiao's sachet. Otherwise, when he was at Dugu's place, he couldn't control himself, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Hey, why is the jade tablet getting a little hot?"

After Zhao Rong fastened it, he touched the jade tablet, and felt the heat radiating from it in the palm of his hand.

But after a moment of confusion, he quickly understood.

It should be thousands of miles away, the lady in Duyou City is stroking another piece of black jade at this moment.

"Silly lady... are you missing me again?"

Zhao Rong muttered with a chuckle, and he also grasped the white jade tablet around his waist, rubbing his big hands together.

This pair of black and white jade tablets is a pair of psychic gems, and sometimes they can sense each other.

Once a jade tablet is rubbed, or violently bumped, the other jade tablet will also feel hot.

"It should have just fallen to the ground, and the piece of black jade that the lady hid in her 'bosom' sensed it and released heat."