i have a sword fairy

Uuuuuuuu Ziyu misunderstood me!

Zhao Rong: "..."

Facing the mournful eyes cast by Brother Yi Wu, a certain young Confucian scholar coughed a few times, raised his hand, and gave him a virtual press to make him calm down.

While the two interacted tacitly, the toast at the banquet continued.

At this time, Meng Zhengjun, who was sitting at the top on the right, suddenly put down his wine glass, and glanced at Dugu Chanyi on the main seat, and the silent Li Mingyi opposite.

She wrote casually: "By the way, Your Majesty, the Queen Mother, and His Royal Highness the Xianwang, during the days when the Zen Conferring Ceremony was being held, have... some immortal families on the mountains outside Dali appeared?"

Dugu Chanyi and Li Mingyi were a little stunned and shook their heads.

Meng Zhengjun looked around the table, just like she looked at the cliff on the top of Jiyue Mountain with her hands behind her back before, her eyes were as sharp as torches.

No one dared to look at her for a long time.

"Oh? That's like... Xinranzong, Weiweishan and the others didn't send some people to Dali to contact you? Well, think again."

Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi and the others straightened their backs, looked at Meng Zhengjun, and shook their heads.

Meng Zhengjun stared ahead and was quiet for a moment, then she nodded and said in a calm tone:

"Good. The words that the deputy head of the mountain gave to those fairy families before seem to be useful..."

"Well, both of you, now that you are replacing the young emperor as Regent Dali, you must join hands with each other, and don't be renounced. In this way, even without the icing on the cake of this Zen ceremony, your imperial power in Dali Li is still as stable as a mountain."

After a pause, the old-fashioned female teacher of the academy gave another serious education:

"Right now, don't worry about the result of this Zen ceremony, as long as there is no fault, the most important thing is that you do your own thing well, and carefully cultivate the little emperor. Li Xiandi's unfinished business... You wait, do you know?"

Dugu Chanyi and Li Mingyi didn't look at each other, they each raised their hands, bowed to the great Confucian monk and said, "I would like to follow the teachings of the master."

"En." Meng Zhengjun watched their faces and nodded slightly.

At this time, Dugu Chanyi couldn't help but said: "Sir, the Ai family is also looking forward to stabilizing the country and making Dali a stable one, but there is still an unstable factor..."

Meng Zhengjun raised his eyelids.

Li Mingyi nodded in agreement, "What the emperor's sister-in-law said is very true...Mr. Meng, the only husband of Zhou in the west, the emperor trusted him when he was alive, and gave him military power and fiefdom. In addition to being sad with the emperor's wife, I did not treat him badly as an old minister, and called him back to the capital to guard the spirit, and then I want to reward him."

"However, he refused to obey his orders, refused to hand over his military power, and even occupied the three counties in the west, raising troops and hoarding food. His wolfish ambitions were clearly revealed. Such turmoil of ceding land and rebellion, amidst the hustle and bustle of Lidi, seriously affected the imperial prestige of your little majesty. Sister-in-law is soft-hearted and has nothing to do with him, she just bullies orphans and widows, this vulgar soldier is really a cancer."

Hearing the words, Meng Zhengjun calmed down and nodded, "I have heard it, and it is indeed rude, but this is Dali's internal affairs, and Linlu Academy has no rules to interfere. But..."

She paused and looked around:

"If he dares to raise the anti-flag and resist Dali's orthodoxy, Lin Lu's Confucian scholars will also clearly stand on the side of the young majesty. In addition, as I said before, if the overseas Daxian family meddles in Dali's affairs, they must Tell us Linlu Academy, Master Shanchang will explain the truth to them."

Dugu Chanyi hesitated to speak, but she still didn't say anything, and together with Li Mingyi, she nodded in agreement.

Zhao Rong sat next to him, drinking silently and listening.

He roughly figured out the position of his academy.

At this time, Meng Zhengjun seemed to have caught a glimpse of him drinking leisurely, pointed in the direction of Zhao Rong, and said to Dugu Chanyi:

"Meng Mou values ​​these juniors from the academy very much, but according to their unsteady temperament, they have to be well managed to become a great weapon. Well, they are in Dali these days, it should be a little rude, you just say No problem."

She asked again, this time directly to Dugu Chanyi, with an inexplicable teasing tone.

value?You are changing your way of talking.

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, but he still put down his wine glass.

He looked at Dugu Chanyi without saying a word.

Behind the curtain, the most honorable widow in Dali, the beautiful queen mother who was bullied under him and spanked by him a few days ago, put down her wine glass and took a few breaths of silence.

The woman suddenly smiled:

"Where will it be. Mr. Zhao Xiao is brilliant in literature and talent. He is very polite in front of Aijia. He is really a gentleman. Aijia... is very satisfied."

Behind the curtain, she vaguely saw her raising her hand to pull a lock of hair behind her ear, and her voice was clear and soft.

Zhao Rong could even imagine the corners of her lips smiling sincerely.

In fact, before Dugu Chanyi answered, he was very thoughtful, and he was already prepared to be exposed by her crying and accusing in a cold voice, but...

"Hiss, it's still their girls who can act..."

The young Confucian scholar had a guilty conscience and secretly comforted him.

"Really, then Meng can rest assured."

Meng Zhengjun nodded, and stopped asking about it.

During the subsequent banquet, there was a burst of greetings and drinking.

After a while, the banquet was dispersed.

Everyone left the table.

As soon as Zhao Rong left the central tent and was on the way back, he was rushed aside by Gu Yiwu who appeared out of nowhere.

The latter didn't even think about it, and just said, "Ziyu Ziyu, did we go whoring in a brothel?"

Zhao Rong: "...???"

……

Chapter 500 What is the use of mourning for you men?

Did you go whoring?

At this time, in a small forest by the road, the atmosphere between the two Confucian scholars became a little strange.

Facing the question from Gu Yiwu's soul, Zhao Rong didn't understand, but was greatly shocked.

He thought for a while, then carefully looked left and right, covered his mouth with his hands and said, "Why don't you take me with you... Well, when did it happen?"

The young Confucian scholar scolded in a low voice.

"Ah, what brought you together..."

Gu Yiwu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that he had made a mistake in his haste just now. He quickly waved his hand and explained:

"No, I mean the last time we were in Xingzi Town, you asked me and my classmates to drink flower wine in Zuixianlou. In the eyes of Mr. Zhu, the head of the mountain, is it considered to be having fun while going down the mountain for business? Wrong job."

Speaking of this, the burly Confucian student was extremely melancholy at the moment, and couldn't help but clenched his fist and hammered his palm: "If the head of the mountain knew... or already knew, would he take out his small notebook and read it under the guidance of Gu Yiwu, an outstanding senior in my 'Justice Hall? 'Put a cross behind the name... Hey, Tzuyu misunderstood me."

"..."

How do you remember that when you were asked to drink flower wine and seduce people from various influences in Dali, you were very happy when you left, and you didn't even say a word about your modesty in the past...

The corners of Zhao Rong's eyes twitched, and he tried to ask again: "...Excellent senior Gu Yiwu? Is your name on it so long?"

Gu Yiwu waved his hand, and said angrily: "Hey, don't worry about whether I am tall or short, this is not the point, it's just an analogy, don't digress."

"understood."

Zhao Rong nodded and said seriously:

"Now that the matter has come to this point, you still don't care what the head of the mountain thinks. We just need to do what we are doing right now. If the head of the mountain really cares about this matter, then tomorrow's ceremony of enshrining Zen will be the most important thing. If we do it After the big scene, then the matter of going to Zuixianlou before is of course not important, maybe you can give some extra points for your suaveness."

As he said that, he joked, "Well, this is where Senior Yu can't gain an advantage, you have to hold on to it."

Gu Yiwu ignored him, took a breath and nodded, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "Then what if we don't manage well."

Zhao Rong smiled, gently pushed him away, and was about to leave.

"If you don't do it well, then no matter how good your performance was before, it's useless. Although I haven't met a mountain leader, this kind of big man has always been a practical person, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent by the Confucian Temple to be the only one in our world. Youcheng."

The tone is leisurely.

Gu Yiwu looked at his back, thought for a while, and couldn't help but sigh, "Hey, Ziyu, it's better for you to stay calm. Wait, don't leave yet, I still have a problem for my brother."

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and looked at the top of the Moon Festival Mountain shrouded in darkness, where there were dots of lights.

He knew that there was a group of monks carving cliff inscriptions.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"You said... about this matter, did we snatch the opportunity of your willful seniors? Mr. Meng, Meng Zhengjun probably wanted to give her the place of going down the mountain to worship Zen, but we made a mistake. Collide……"

"It should be."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, and straightened his sleeves.

Although Meng Zhengjun and Zhu Yourong had some personal problems, they really took care of Yu Huaijin and created opportunities for her.

Gu Yiwu was puzzled and said, "Why did she give us such an opportunity so easily?"

Zhao Rong shook his head:

"What else could be the reason? After she changed her mind, why did she only choose our top [-] students to come to Dali, and get rid of Yu Huaijin? Isn't it because we will eat the 'salted fish' that we like to make things happen, and will slack off? Laziness, can you screw up all the opportunities?"

"And this Mr. Meng came so late intentionally or unintentionally. Isn't it just to give us a space to play and have fun? Well, of course, it may also be that he doesn't want to stay with us for too long."

Speaking of this, his tone became a little embarrassed, "So it can be seen that she was really pissed off by her subordinates on stage that day, and she couldn't let go of her face, and even wasted the opportunity she was going to give to Yu Huaijin."

Gu Yiwu said speechlessly:

"You also know that her face was going purple at the time. You violated her husband's authority face to face. She refused to let you go down the mountain and promised you to 'die'. Wouldn't she be afraid of you? How did you go down?" stage."

He said earnestly:

"Hey Ziyu, let me tell you that this Meng Zhengjun is a schoolmaster, no matter how impartial and selfless she is, she is still a woman, well, she is still an old woman, and she is not married at this age... Cough is the time when the temper is at its worst. Even Meng Jijiu is afraid of her, why are you provoking her?"

Zhao Rong shook his head:

"I think her etiquette is wrong. It is the same as Yu Huaijin, but she is even worse than Yu Huaijin. Our Confucian etiquette is a norm, it is to guide mutual kindness, it is not a cage, it is not a form... It has nothing to do with likes and dislikes, our concept Different, how can we not offend?"

He nodded again, and affirmed himself: "Besides, I now find that this Meng Xuezheng often does things with personal likes and dislikes within some rigid rules. This is not only difficult for her to deal with, but also ...her flaws."

Gu Yiwu couldn't help but take another look at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong turned around and said:

"She is not suitable to be Yu Huaijin's husband. On the contrary, Zhu You...Mr. Zhu is very good to be Yu Huaijin's husband. Like Mr. Zhu, she wrote the word '正', which is polite but not rigid. The rhyme of the gift of breaking through the bondage..."

He didn't know what to think of, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked down at the palm of his hand.

A confidant woman with very different identities has written orthographic letters here several times.

Gu Yiwu sighed, "I know, but I'm worried about you...then what do you want to do?"

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back, walked away, and laughed:

"Fighting with others is a lot of fun...Actually, what I'm more puzzled about now is why this Mr. Meng wants to pick out something for us tonight..."

The young Confucian scholar left with a thoughtful tone.

Only the burly Confucian scholar was left wondering where he was, and now his forehead was covered with black lines.

Why does it feel like the confrontation between you teacher and student is no longer within the IQ range of normal people, and you are fighting everywhere...

……

In the central tent, after the guests dispersed, a certain old-fashioned female gentleman did not leave immediately, and went to the arranged residence to rest.

She found Dugu Chanyi.

The two were alone in a large tent.

Before Dugu Chanyi behind the curtain asked curiously, Meng Zhengjun said directly:

"I've seen it. Tomorrow's meditation will be ordinary, and there will be no auspicious visions. Don't use some artificial means to fool the people of Dali."

She was very straightforward.

The tone is flat and firm.

Dugu's pretty face turned pale first, and her body seemed to be crumbling.

The Empress Dowager Da Li bit her lip and lowered her head, said Nuo Nuo: "Ai... The Ai family dare not."

Meng Zhengjun's face was calm, and after hearing her weak words, he couldn't help but relax a little, nodded and said:

"There is no best, I will be there... Well, you don't have to be so discouraged. It is normal for the Fengchan ceremony to be mediocre. Think about it."

Dugu Chan buried her head and sobbed, she couldn't see her face, she only heard a low voice:

"Aijia...Understood."

She is like a delicate and lovely crabapple flower, with a strong and sad tone, spreading in the deserted tent.