The old man in blue shirt is very ordinary. The blue shirt on his body is the most ordinary blue shirt. On the market, it only costs ten cents to get a piece of cloth and then make a piece of clothing. The old man in blue shirt looks very ordinary, so ordinary that if he throws this face into the crowd, it will probably take less than a quarter of an hour. You won’t know who this person is. At most, you will feel that this person looks a little familiar. The oil paper umbrella in the hands of the old man in blue shirt is very ordinary, and he bought it at the stall just now, but it only cost a few cents.

However, it is precisely because of all this ordinary, when you come together, you become an extraordinary old man in blue. Just look at him and you will never forget it, because there is something that makes people unforgettable and a temperament that makes people unable to forget. If this temperament is spread, it will make people feel that this is a very educated person. He is very poetic and self-proclaimed. I guess this is the truth.

The old man held the ordinary big bowl on the table, then drank a sip of the wine that might represent to some extent Jinling City. Then he looked at Zhao Rong and said slowly, "I don't know why, I always feel that I am not used to drinking the wine in Jinling City. I still like the wine in my hometown. The wine in my hometown really makes people feel very comfortable."

As he said this, the expression on his face was a little nostalgic, which was a kind of thought of missing his hometown, but it touched Zhao Rong's own thoughts and emotions. He held the Jinling wine and took a sip, then he said, "It's just the south. The weather in the south is like this, and the wine in the south is like this. It's not as refreshing as Jiuhe Town in the north."

The old man in green shirt just laughed softly, and then said, "The prince said it well. Whether it is this wine or other things, it is always the things from his hometown. After so many years in Jinling City, I still feel that the wine in my hometown is the best and the most popular one."

Zhao Rong looked at the old man in blue and said, "It turns out that Yan Shenggong felt this way. Perhaps it was because he had dealt with Confucian scholars too much over the years, which made me always feel that these Confucian scholars were like the scum in the court. He just could say a few poems in a sour way, and then under the banner of serving the country and the people, embezzling and so on."

Yan Shenggong just looked at Zhao Rong and then said with a little helplessness, "What the prince said is the same as the prince cannot guarantee that there must be good people in this world, or, just like the prince cannot guarantee that his clans are all good people, I cannot guarantee that I can't guarantee that my husband and I can't guarantee that my literati are like me, but it's just that I have a personal way of living."

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment. He knew what this Yan Shenggong meant, but he just laughed. He felt that the people from the Confucius Sheng family were really interesting, just as interesting as the weather in Jinling City.

He looked at the Yan Shenggong and said, "The little king received a letter from Yan Shenggong the day before yesterday, saying that he was asking me to meet here. But I don't know what the meaning of seeing me after coming here for such a long time? I am also very curious, but I just want to know what Yan Shenggong is planning to do."

Yan Shenggong just looked at Zhao Rong, and then slowly said, "I don't know what the prince was thinking, but I saw from the prince's actions before coming to Jinling City that the prince is not the kind of person who will leave the world and the country aside. No matter what, I believe that the prince needs a helper. Our Kong family can be this helper."

Speaking of this, Yan Shenggong laughed, then looked at the raindrops outside the tavern, and then said lightly, "Your Majesty, you know, although our Kong family has fallen to this point now, we are the Kong family. If I stand up to help the prince, the resistance the prince will receive will be at least half, right?"

Zhao Rong lowered his head. Of course, he knew the influence of the Kong family. If he said that the resistance he would receive was 100% of this before doing this, then the Kong family stood up and decided to be in the same camp as him, and the resistance he received would not reach 30%. This is just like when the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, if the Kong family did not stand up and presented a gorgeous article, indicating that the Kong family supported the Qing Dynasty to enter the pass and dominate the Central Plains, more Yangzhou people would stand up. If it were that way, I am afraid that the Qing Dynasty would not be long-term.

Because no Confucian scholar dares to bear a reputation that ignores the ways of sages. This is known to everyone and everyone notices it. Zhao Rong naturally knows it.

However, although he knew this, why did he accept it? So what if the resistance he received was very strong? Before he understood why the Kong family and this Yan Shenggong helped him, he did not want to accept it. The most difficult thing in the world is the debt of favor. You will never know how much you will pay in the end to solve the debt of favor you owe.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong smiled slightly. He looked at the Yan Shenggong, and then said, "I want to know why you want to help me, and I also want to know what you want to get when you cooperate with me."

Yan Shenggong looked at Zhao Rong, and he knew that this was the most critical time. Whether the Kong family could revive again was all based on what he said at this time. He looked at Zhao Rong and said in a plain tone, "Nothing, I just want the Kong family to be glorious again, but I just want the Confucian scholar to be glorious again." He looked at Zhao Rong's frown eyebrows, and then said, "What I said is a real Confucian scholar, not the so-called bullshit Neo-Confucianism."

Zhao Rong listened to the dirty words spoken from Yan Shenggong's mouth, and the smile in his heart spread again. He knew that this descendant of Confucius would not like Cheng and Zhu Neo-Confucianism very much. After all, this so-called Cheng and Zhu Neo-Confucianism simply created a science again, not an authentic Confucianism. As a descendant of Confucius, how could he be happy?

However, he could not accept such conditions because he did not know that Yan Shenggong did not explain the revival of Confucianism and the revival of the Confucius family. If he restored to the so-called governing the country with etiquette, he would definitely not want it because it did not conform to his subsequent plan.
Chapter completed!