The former showed a charming smile that he thought was to be, and replied: "Little woman Gongsun Linglong, I have met all Confucian gentlemen."

Fu Nian heard this and said, "It turns out that he is Mr. Gongsun of a famous master. Fu Nian is polite."

Gongsun Linglong smiled, glanced around and then stopped on Zhang Liang's body. His eyes flashed and looked at him constantly, then said, "This is the famous Mr. Zhang San, you are such a handsome talent!"

“It’s over-reward.”

Zhang Liang replied very politely.

Gongsun Linglong did not hide his love in his eyes and asked shyly: "Don't you know if you have ever married?"

"this……"

Zhang Liang paused slightly. It was inconvenient to answer such private questions on such occasions, not to mention that he had no interest in the person in front of him.

Seeing his slightly awkward look, he waved his hand and said, "I won't tease you anymore. The young master is coming. Let's prepare to welcome you."

After the words came, a soldier rushed over on a horse and shouted, "Young Master has arrived three miles away!"

Hearing this, everyone came to their senses and knelt on one knee to salute.

After a while, a gorgeous frame pulled by four war horses slowly arrived. As the door opened, the eldest son Fusu walked out of the car.

"Meet the young master!"

Fu Nian led the Confucian disciples to deliver a great gift.

Fusu nodded and told everyone to get up, but he was still standing next to the carriage, as if waiting. At this moment, he saw another person walking out of the carriage, which was Ye Shang.

"Please, the national teacher."

"Please, please."

After the two of them were kind and polite, they walked side by side and arrived at the gate of Xiaoshengxian Village.

Fusu looked at everyone and said, "The little sage village has been famous for a long time and has always wanted to visit it, but unfortunately I have never had any spare time. It is a wish to be able to come here today."

"It is the honor of the young master to come in person."

Fu Nian bowed.

"Mr. Fu Nian, you have to be polite. Now everyone has arrived. Let's go in and talk."

Fusu said.

"Young Master, please!"

Fusu nodded and then walked forward with Ye Shang and stepped on the steps.

At the same time, I saw that the Confucian disciples respectfully arranged on both sides, each divided into six rows, with eight people standing in each row, totaling forty-eight people.

Everyone was dressed neatly and looked solemn, holding objects made of special feathers in their hands and dancing, neatly and dignified.

This dance is called the Baqie Dance, which is a music and dance during sacrifices, and is also a high-standard etiquette that Confucians welcome guests.

The emperor had eight lords, six lords, four lords, and two lords, and eight people were each born.

Today, only the First Emperor Ying Zheng of Qin can enjoy the real dance of the Eight-Legends, while Fusu is the eldest son, equivalent to the prince, so the current specification is Six-Legends.

After the ceremony, Fusu and others also entered the Xiaoshengxian Village and looked at the surrounding scenery. In the hall, Fusu and Ye Shang lived on the upper left and right positions, while the rest of the people sat on both sides respectively.

Fusu took the lead and said, "I came here this time to appreciate the atmosphere of the little sage and wise men, and I also wanted to see what is outstanding about the Confucian scholar's outstanding academic achievements."

"Young Master is too rewarded. If you have anything to do, just give me instructions."
Chapter completed!