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Zhang Huizhi is not a fool, on the contrary he is very smart and sharp.

He was taken aback for a moment, looked at the young Confucian scholar in front of him twice more, frowned slightly, and tentatively said:

"really?"

Zhao Rong straightened his sleeves, raised his head and smiled, and said modestly: "Brother Hui praised you... Well, there are dragons and phoenixes among people, who doesn't know?"

"..."

Didn’t you say what’s in the back of your heart, good guy, you just said it out…

Zhang Huizhi leaned back slightly, looked carefully at Zhao Rong a few times, choked for a while, and then said with emotion:

"I didn't expect to see the true face."

……

Just when the two Confucian scholars in the courtyard were drinking and chatting happily.

In the western kitchen not far away, Zhao Qian'er, Yun Niang and several old servants are busy cooking dishes.

But Xiaoqian'er was mostly just helping Yunniang, chatting, and occasionally glanced at the dishes cooked by other old servants.

Not long after, she handed Yunniang a porcelain plate, looked around, and saw that everyone's appetizers were almost ready, so she took out a small silver spoon.

Zhao Qian'er walked around the kitchen, 'tasting' each dish with a silver spoon.

At this time, she stopped in front of the coughing and disfigured old servant, and looked at a somewhat strange dish that the old servant was cooking.

"Hey, what kind of strange dish are you?"

Zhao Qian'er couldn't help but glanced again.

The vegetables in the pot are one by one, like thick noodles, in the shape of two fingers, and it seems that some chili oil has been poured on it, and the smell is a bit spicy.

The old servant took a step back and saluted, "The villain's hometown specialty..."

Then, he said a strange name with two characters.

Zhao Qian'er muttered curiously, holding the silver spoon in her hand, pinched her little nose again, and stared into the pot for a while, after a while, she still tasted it just in case.

Little Qian'er puffed up her peach cheeks, chewed it, savored it quietly for a moment, inhaled hotly, but nodded.

"Hey, it's okay, it's a bit spicy, but it's spicy, Brother Rong should like this...what's the matter..."

She looked at the old servant.

The latter nodded with a smile, and repeated the name of the two-character dish again. He was very happy to hear that the distinguished guest in the yard liked the disabled and disfigured old man.

The two chatted briefly for a while, and then Xiaoqian'er put her little hands behind her back and went to taste the appetizers of other old servants.

the other side.

In the courtyard where the autumn wind blows.

After Zhang Huizhi sighed, he didn't immediately return the Lin Lu jade in his hand to Zhao Rong, but listened attentively to Zhao Rong's explanation.

He sighed softly, and glanced at the top of Jiyue Mountain to the east.

The bright moon, which competes with the great sun for two rounds, still hangs high, and is worshiped by all the people within a thousand miles of Jiyue Mountain.

The young Confucian scholar in black with black hair and a knife-like face sighed more and more:

"Hey, Ziyu, you should have thought of it a long time ago. Things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Ziyu knew that Junior Brother Lin from Zhongnan Mountain, and was given a precious jade by him. This is not the treatment that ordinary friends can have... That rumor In the debate between Confucianism and Taoism in Chinese, it turned out that Tzuyu helped a lot in it."

"It's just like... just like the present ceremony of enshrining Zen, which Ziyu single-handedly managed to achieve great success. It's a great fortune for your Majesty and the empress dowager to ask Ziyu for help."

For some reason, Zhang Huizhi looked up to the direction of Jiyue Mountain, and his expression became a little sad.

Zhao Rong took another sip of this very spicy wine, thinking of an old friend who was buried under the green hill, his joy gradually faded, and he shook his head flatly, "Brother Hui is too famous."

On the couch, the two Confucian scholars sitting face to face were silent for a while.

One looked up into the distance, while the other drank with his eyes down.

It seems that each thinks about their own things.

Sure enough, when the wine enters the intestines, it turns into a "story", which I want to tell along with the wine.

Zhang Huizhi stared at the bright moon and said softly:

"Since Ziyu came to look for his brother at this time, he decided not to return, and bid farewell to us."

Zhao Rong nodded, then shook his head again:

"If it's not necessary, I probably won't come again, but that's not necessarily the case. If the brother of the meeting wants to find me to drink again that day, I can ask Hongyan to send me a letter, and I will find someone as sunny as today. In the afternoon, it’s time to take a shower and go to an appointment, where in life do we not meet again?”

"Where do you not meet in life... Where do you not meet good people in life."

Zhang Huizhi murmured several times, then suddenly turned around and said, "So Ziyu really doesn't think about coming to Dali to assist His Majesty after finishing his studies? People around us can see His Majesty's admiration for Ziyu." .”

His tone is complicated.

There are admiration, regret, and entanglement.

The inconspicuous hand on the knee grasped the jade bi, trembling slightly, as if grasping tightly.

Zhao Rong didn't finish his words completely, he just said: "Let's see again. Besides, doesn't Your Majesty still have Brother Hui, I think that one brother who has Brother Hui is enough."

Zhang Huizhi nodded, already understanding the mind of the Confucian scholar in front of him.

Unintentionally make contributions in the secular dynasty.

He let out a long breath.

The hand holding Yubi under the table also loosened a little.

Zhang Huizhi said seriously:

"Ziyu, my brother has actually paid attention to this junior brother Lin who has shown his ambition in Zhongnan Kingdom for a long time, and most of his deeds are known to my brother, so I have always had a question, and I really want to ask him, but it's a pity It is difficult to make friends with the mountains and seas separated."

He paused, and looked at the young Confucian scholar who was listening quietly in front of him.

Leaning forward unconsciously, approaching the latter:

"Ziyu, you know Lin Wenruo, and you are a close friend. You should know him very well. I want to ask Brother Ziyu to give you an answer. Is it okay?"

Zhao Rong, who was about to drink, put down his wine glass, looked at him, and after thinking for a while, smiled lightly: "Brother Hui, just ask, you know everything."

Zhang Huizhi looked at the young Confucian scholar who continued to raise his head and take a sip, he was silent for a while, and said:

"Ziyu praised me before that I have cultivated the Qi family, and I want to govern the country and the world...Let's not talk about whether the Qi family is the same, and I don't dare to think about it, just say that there are two left."

"I have always abided by the teachings of the sages and teachers of the academy, and devoted myself to self-cultivation."

The young Confucian scholar in black patted Qingfeng's sleeves, straightened his back, and stared straight ahead.

"Just to be able to govern the country like Junior Brother Zhongnan Guolin, to be a unparalleled national scholar, to help the country, and to assist His Majesty. However, if one day... self-cultivation and the ambition of governing the country conflict, and I can only choose one, how should I choose?"

Chapter 5 Wine, Old Confucianism, Mo Xiajian, and You Rong

Hearing this, Zhao Rong became serious, and first looked at the serious Zhang Huizhi curiously.

Did not speak right away.

Zhang Huizhi stared at Zhao Rong's eyes and continued:

"I heard that, in order to overthrow the people of the Zhongnan Kingdom, Junior Brother Lin rushed to view this mountain. First, he pretended to marry the daughter of Chongxu Guanzhu as his wife. I heard that this girl was also his childhood sweetheart, but in the end... Ziyu should know... Junior brother Lin violated the engagement, on the day of the wedding, he ruined the girl's innocence for the rest of her life, and she became an abandoned wife before she got married..."

"Although I admire the demeanor of Junior Brother Lin as a national scholar, his behavior is indeed detrimental to his personal morality. I heard that he was also despised by the people of Zhongnan Kingdom."

"However, from the perspective of the country's righteousness, he lost his personal morality, but in the end the facts proved that he was right. There is only one way to go, which is beneficial to the country and the people, and his ambition can be displayed..."

Today, for some reason, no matter outside or in front of his wife and children at home, the young Confucian scholars with tight hair on the temples, now have black hair draped over their shoulders.

"Tzuyu."

At this time, beside the table, Zhang Huizhi leaned forward again, looking directly at Zhao Rong's with sharp eyes, and said in a low voice.

"I don't understand how to choose it."

Zhao Rong was silent.

Zhang Huizhi's sonorous and forceful words paused for a moment, and then said:

"These, none of the teachers and gentlemen of Siqi Academy taught me how to do it, and the masters in the sage books also avoided talking about it. I know how to sacrifice my life for righteousness, but I don't know how to choose between the country's righteousness and my own small righteousness. The me at that time was Lin Wenruo, faced with this choice, should it be Xu Guo or... Xu Qing?"

"I... want to hear Ziyu's answer."

Zhao Rong had already put down the jug, and looked at him the whole time without squinting.

After listening quietly, he nodded, then raised his head and took another sip of the spicy wine.

"actually."

Zhao Rong glanced at Zhang Huizhi's solemn face, raised the flagon to him, and said calmly:

"Brother Hui already has the answer in his heart, doesn't he?"

"I……"

"Brother Hui, don't explain, just listen to me."

Zhao Rong interrupted calmly.

"Actually, this is a matter of private morality and public morality."

"If both private and public morality can be balanced, then of course it would be the best, but this kind of existence is almost a sage in the book."

"As for us mortals, if private morality conflicts with public morality, then... see your own heart clearly, and choose the most correct one. As long as you don't regret your choice and can bear all the consequences, That's right, no matter what those bastards say!"

Zhang Huizhi was stunned: "Cultivate one's morality, govern the country...private morality, public morality..."

Zhao Rong looked at him and nodded, "Wen Ruo made his own choice at the beginning. I never mentioned it to him, because this is his way, and he can bear the consequences of this choice. Let him do it again. I will still choose this way, I am an outsider, and I have no right to interfere."

"Brother Hui is the same, although I don't know what Brother Hui is struggling with, but you actually have a choice, although halfway, um, like now, hesitant, please ask my opinion, but what you have done so far The reason, in fact, has been silently moving closer in that direction, isn't it? Then why ask others. "

Zhang Huizhi, who was dressed in black and had black hair, lowered his head and murmured, "Do I already have the answer in my heart... What is it..."

Zhao Rong was a bystander, and felt that before he left, he could point out this friendly friend so that he would be less hesitant.

"Brother Hui has always admired Wen Ruo's deeds. After inquiring about his deeds, he hesitated after knowing that his personal morality was at fault, instead of rejecting him decisively... This is actually Brother Hui's answer."

Zhang Huizhi was completely silent.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and pushed the jug that Zhang Huizhi had put down forward. The latter fumbled for the jug, picked it up, and took a sip.

"Public morality... I... I know."

Zhang Huizhi let out a mouthful of alcohol.

As if relieved, the hand holding the jade wall under the table completely loosened.

"Ziyu, I know, but I'm still curious about one thing."

"what's up?"

"If it were you, how would you choose."

Zhao Rong smiled, drank leisurely and said, "I only promise Qing, because... I don't have a country to promise."

After Zhang Huizhi was slightly stunned, he laughed and shook his head.

"Is Ziyu only self-cultivating, and only responsible for beauties... No wonder he refused the invitation of His Majesty and Your Majesty without looking back... However, Ziyu really understands and lives happily."

He glanced at the direction of the back kitchen with emotion, there was a handsome and cute little girl, who was trying food for his sweetheart.

She was brought by Ziyu, so she should be his beauty.

Zhao Rong nodded, then shook his head again, "Actually, it's just cleverness...at least until now, I don't have to worry about choosing, but if I do meet, I must choose..."

The young Confucian scholar shook his head and didn't say any more.

Zhang Huizhi nodded and said seriously, "I understand, thank you Ziyu."

Zhao Rong smiled and waved his hands, ready to answer, but the young Confucian scholar in front of him suddenly turned his head and shouted to the Western Kitchen:

"Yunniang, suddenly I have a craving for sauced beef, and I just asked Ziyu to try it too. Brother Qi at the end of the village seems to have some. I went to his house for a drink last time. I picked up some vegetables and left a lot there. You Get it for me."

In the back kitchen, Yunniang, Xiaoqian'er and a group of old servants all turned their heads and looked together.

Yun Niang, who was dressed in plain clothes, nodded, wiped her hands washing vegetables on her apron, and was about to leave.

Zhang Huizhi smiled again: "Wait a minute. Ms. Qian'er, why don't you go with Zhuo Jing and get some food you like?"

Yun Niang also invited with a smile.