Zhao Ce got off the school the next day and received an invitation from the Confucius Mansion.

He looked at the invitation and threw it aside speechlessly.

I just took advantage of my own credit and let it go if I don’t come to thank me.

What does this mean to give yourself an invitation?

Thinking of Confucius whom I saw that day, Zhao Ce felt that he didn't want to come to him at all.

never mind……

Zhao Ce threw the invitation aside and asked Xu Fang to help him write a letter of decline.

The store is about to be opened, and there are many things to do in Meishan.

This year's autumn examination is coming soon.

He didn't have time to pay attention to these people who only know how to show off.

After asking Xu Fang to write a letter to send it, Zhao Ce did not take this matter to heart?

When he was studying in the world, he took Xu Fang on the way back.

On the wide street of South Street, there are many more vehicles coming and going today.

Halfway through the walk, the carriage could no longer move.

Zhao Ce lifted the curtain and looked outside, only seeing a long convoy of cars.

Seeing this, Chen Liang, who was driving in front, went to the front to inquire.

"Master, I heard that the former Yan Shenggong held a banquet at home to thank all the civil servants and colleagues."

"These are all carriages and horses that come to the banquet, and I'm afraid they won't be able to get through so quickly."

Zhao Ce thought that his home was not far away, so instead of wasting time here, it was better to walk back.

He got off the carriage, left Chen Liang to wait here, and walked in with Xu Fang carrying the basket.

When we moved forward, we saw many people wearing official uniforms, who also got off the carriage and walked forward together.

"This time Confucius was able to recover from his official status thanks to his colleagues' efforts."

"Yes, Confucius is the former saint, the true descendant of the saint."

"How can you always be a civilian?"

"If we cannot help him recover from his official status, we will be in vain to read the books of sages and worship the statue of saints."

When Zhao Ce listened to what they said, he felt that he had not known this ancient literati enough before.

As a modern person, he never could understand what this group of people said.

He didn't know these officials, and just walked forward with a expressionless face.

However, he is tall and long legs, and his back is straight when walking, which inevitably attracts a lot of attention.

"Hey, which one is this young master?"

"I don't know, I seem to have never seen it."

Zhang Mao, the Imperial College Priest, also subconsciously glanced at him.

"Oh, this is Yongxibo who helped Confucius a lot."

As we all know.

This time Confucius was able to restore his official position because of Yongxibo's honeycomb coal.

They didn't care whether Yongxibo gave up the credit intentionally or unintentionally.

Anyway, as a literati, Yong Xibo must have agreed with this after helping the saints.

"Is this Yongsiebo?"

When everyone heard this, they stopped one after another.

"Your Excellency is Yongsiebo?"

Looking at the officials standing in front of him, Zhao Ce nodded faintly.

"Hello, sirs."

The person in charge bowed directly to Zhao Ce and said, "Although Yongxibo is a nobleman in the court, as a supervisor, he is also a person who cares about my great Ming literati."

"This time, Confucius' reinstatement of his official status, we all thank you as the descendants of the saints."

Zhao Ce looked at the person in front of him and spoke quietly: "Sir, I don't know why you suddenly thanked me."

"But you blocked my way home."

Zhao Ce's words made the literati stunned for a moment.

"Forehead......"

Zhao Ce nodded slightly: "Goodbye."

After saying that, he walked straight forward by passing everyone.

"What's going on with Yongxibo? Is it too arrogant?"

"Yes, today is a great day for Confucius. As a person who is familiar with the books of sages, how could he behave like this?"

"Mr. Zhang, is this really the supervisor of your Imperial College?"

Zhang Mao chuckled twice and said vaguely: "I'm afraid that this matter will be unwilling to be in a moment without Yong Xibo's consent."

"After all, he is just a young man who has not yet reached the championship. He is young and energetic, so he can understand."

When Zhang Mao saw the emperor and the prince last time he looked, how could he dare to say something bad?

I could only try my best to explain Zhao Ce.

An official said with some displeasure: "I read the books of sages and worship the statues of sages."

"It's really ugly to show off this trick today."

Zhao Ce just wanted to laugh when he heard the words of these people behind him.

The books of sages and statues of sages he read were all based on Confucius himself.

As for his descendants, Zhao Ce naturally didn't mind dating them.

But like Kong Hongxu, it will be spared.

Kong Wenshan, who was welcoming guests in front of the mansion, heard the movement there and led people to come here.

I saw Zhao Ce on the face.

He remembered the reply that Zhao Ce politely declined that day, and now he appears in front of the mansion again.

It seems that this person is coming to the door to get along with them.

I had rejected their invitation before, but now I have to enter the door again, but it is not so easy.

Kong Wenshan held his hands in front of him, and said with some contempt, "Yong Xibo did not refuse the invitation from my Confucius Mansion."

"Why are you here again today?"

Zhao Ce kept ignoring his words, crossed him and continued to move forward.

A gust of wind he brought gently slapped Kong Wenshan's ears.

Kong Wenshan widened his eyes slightly and turned to look at Zhao Ce's back without any nostalgia.

Just leave?

Isn’t he coming to congratulate Confucius today?

Kong Wenshan subconsciously said: "You, stop!"

Zhao Ce stood still, turned around and looked at him lightly.

"What are you here today?"

Originally, Kong Wenshan wanted to ask him what he wanted to do when he appeared in front of the Kong Mansion.

But when there were so many people, he looked at Zhao Ce's face and was a little afraid that he would really put their Confucius Mansion in front of everyone.

That's why I asked in a roundabout way.

Zhao Ce pointed to the chariots and horses piled up on the side with expressionless face.

"There are too many carriages that affect normal passage."

"If you want to do weddings, you must send more people to help."

"A street as big as South Street has been affected."

"It really doesn't work. Do you ask these adults who come to visit and borrow some people to help direct the transportation?"

After Zhao Ce said that, he waved his sleeves and left flutteringly.

The literati and scholars listening to each other looked at each other.
To be continued...