Chapter four hundred and fifty-ninth different minds and youthful beauty (read)
"If the Queen Mother and the wise king have other suitable places, they can talk to me and discuss it together. It is not impossible to discuss."
Zhao Rong glanced at the uncle and sister-in-law, who looked slightly surprised. He thought about it and said politely.
"The Ai family listens to Mr. Zhao."
"I, the king, have no objection."
Zhao Rong nodded lightly, "Then it's settled."
Li Mingyi pondered: "To be honest with Mr. Zhao, in fact, the king and the emperor's sister-in-law have already found several suitable places for holding Zen ceremonies, and Moon Festival Mountain is also among them. This mountain is our sacred mountain in Lijiang.
It has an extraordinary status in the hearts of the people, so it is great that the Fengchan ceremony is held here."
Dugu nodded, "That's right. Mr. Zhao has a sharp eye for pearls. With Mr. Zhao presiding over the ceremony, the Ai family will feel more at ease."
Oh, does it mean you were worried about me before? The situation has become smaller... Zhao Rong said with a smile in his heart.
Several people complimented him a few more times.
The Dugu family and Li Mingyi discussed giving official positions to Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and his party.
The current status of the Confucian scholars in their group is more similar to the immortal envoys sent by the Immortal Family on the mountain. Even the famous Linlu Academy at the foot of Yizhou Mountain has the nature of the Immortal Family on the mountain.
Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others will next arrange for Liting officials to work with all forces and resources in Dali to organize the Zen ceremony, so they need to have a nominal official position.
Dugu thought for a while and said in a broad voice: "Mr. Zhao and Mr. Gu are going to send six ministers of the imperial court, and the official positions must not be low. How about the two gentlemen taking up official positions under the Privy Council or Zhongshu's sect?"
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Privy Council and Zhongshu Men of the Dali Imperial Court were the highest institutions in charge of Dali Wen and Wu respectively, also known as the East and West Prefectures.
Those who serve in it are already equivalent to the governors of Dali, and they are all beings who stand at the top of Dali's power.
If Zhao Rong and others accepted it, it would be a good thing, but if they finished their work and wanted to return to the academy, the Dali court would still put this official position on them and shirk their resignation.
Then Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, the Confucian students in the academy, aren't they bound to Dali in a certain sense?
It would be easy to say that if you serve as a small official in Dali, for such a big official, even if you finally resign, at least this experience will be recorded on your resume. After all, you will leave a lasting impression.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at the purple bead curtain above.
It's hard not to wonder if she did it on purpose.
Gu Yiwu didn't think of going that far. Maybe he didn't think of going down the mountain and going to other secular dynasties to help the country. It didn't matter.
"Thank you, Queen Mother..." He was about to nod in agreement, but was interrupted by his friend's cough.
The burly Confucian scholar glanced at Zhao Rong and immediately shut up.
The latter put down the hand covering his mouth to cough, and shook his head calmly, "Thank you for your kindness, Queen Mother. I and Brother Yiwu are not very talented and have little knowledge. How dare you stand alongside the other princes in Liting when you come here? King Yuxian, the empress, should reward you with a title from the Minister of Etiquette."
Give us a smaller official position. It will be enough to command the six departments of the imperial court and have a silver medal from the empress."
Dugu Shi did not give up and persuaded:
"Mr. Zhao, what are you talking about? The two poems you wrote casually in Xingzi Town have become popular in Hanjing and are well-known in the literary world of Dali. If this can be called a lack of talent and shallow learning, then the Ai family really can't find anyone with deep talents and deep learning.
That’s the person.”
She paused and said, "How about this? The Aijia saw today that His Majesty has great admiration for Mr. Zhao, and he also admires Confucianism...Why don't Mr. Zhao take up the position of Tai Tu, and give guidance to Your Majesty in his spare time while organizing the ceremony of enthronement?"
How is your studies?"
The woman in white clothes behind the bead curtain spoke with ardent expectation.
Coupled with her beautiful voice and her noble status as the Queen Mother, it is almost difficult for any man to be able to control the desire of this beauty.
However, the young Confucian scholar cupped his hands and shook his head.
Good guy, isn't the Grand Tutor the Imperial Master? They must be completely tied together.
Zhao Rong was speechless. Although this little emperor looks cute and interesting, this is not the reason for you to set a trap for me.
Later, when the Dugu family saw that Zhao Rong still declined, they had no choice but to give up.
Several people discussed it, and finally Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu received a small official position as a temple priest and doctor, one of the four departments under the Ministry of Rites, which happened to be in charge of sacrificial etiquette, which was suitable for this ceremony of conferring Zen.
Doctor Zhao? It sounds easy to think of someone who sells dog-skin plasters... Zhao Rong laughed and muttered in his heart, well, they are almost the same, just try your best to fool him and it will be over.
Not long after, this first meeting ended, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu said goodbye and left.
In the empty and bright hall, only Dugu and Li Mingyi were left.
This pair of uncles and sisters-in-law hold the highest power in Dali.
A person sat on a high platform, his face obscured by a purple bead curtain.
A man stood quietly at the foot of the steps, with his hands behind his back and his eyes not squinting.
The air became quiet for a while.
Dugu said softly: "Uncle, could you please go and see off Mr. Zhao and Mr. Gu on behalf of the Aijia."
Li Mingyi nodded, turned and left.
There was no one else in the audience. The woman in white clothes behind the beaded curtain on the stage seemed to have a slightly slender body. She was supporting the bright yellow pillow next to her with her arms. She seemed to be staring ahead and was quiet for a moment.
"...Oh, we can't let outsiders bully us...but we can let you, the Li family, bully us. Is that right or wrong..."
The woman chuckled softly.
Her nominal brother-in-law has never shown any inappropriate glances, nor has he ever behaved in an unethical manner in person.
However, the woman in white clothes became more and more afraid of him.
After a while.
Her eyes wandered, staring at the blue-black night sky outside the palace gate, which was locked by layers of palace walls, and murmured: "Moon Sacrifice Mountain... I haven't gone back for a long time."
In the main hall, I don't know how long it was quiet.
Behind the purple bead curtain, a woman in white clothes covered with white gauze stood up. Her figure was slim and slender, especially her slender waist, which had an astonishingly beautiful curvature.
The woman turned around, raised her hand to take off the white gauze on her head, and threw it on the ground behind her.
After saying a few words, she left.
"Sweep it clean."
Not long after the figure of the woman in white clothes disappeared, a quiet and delicate girl in palace clothes walked into the hall with a group of palace maids.
Their hands and feet are nimble and nimble.
He pulled down the purple bead curtain that had previously blocked the sight of Zhao Rong and other men, and threw it away together with the masked white gauze that had also been in contact with those men's eyes.
Replace the chair pillows and other silk fabrics that the empress only sat on once.
Clean the places where Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and Li Mingyi just stood and where they stood with a damp cloth mop ten times.
By the way, the tea cups they drank from also need to be thrown away.
A quiet and delicate girl in palace attire, with fringed temples and a red flower patch on her forehead between her eyebrows. She is dressed in a close-fitting palace attire, as white as snow.
She stood pretty in the center of the hall, with a calm face, supervising the cleaning work of the palace ladies.
The latter are also quiet and skillful in their movements.
There was no fuss, it seemed like he was already familiar with this and was used to it.
In the main hall, this scene went on silently.
At a certain moment, the quiet and delicate girl in palace clothes tilted her head slightly, glanced at the place where Zhao Rongduan was sitting, and muttered to herself:
"The golden strands of moth snow willow... full of laughter... the secret fragrance goes... I have searched for him hundreds of times in the public... Is it you who wrote it..."
Not long after, some quiet and bookish girls in palace attire led the palace maids away with light steps.
Her name is Cardamom.
Fengyi Gongzheng of the Music Department, alongside Xue Chan, the master of rituals and music, and Shi, a woman in colorful clothes who rarely appeared, served the Empress Dowager personally.
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On a verandah leading to the front hall of Weiyang Palace.
Zhao Rong walked quietly for a while, and at a certain moment he suddenly said: "Something is wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Gu Yiwu next to him turned his head curiously.
Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "Just now I directly announced the decision to enshrine the Zen at Jiyue Mountain, and both Queen Mother Dugu and King Li Xian reacted inappropriately."
His tone was somewhat certain.
Gu Yiwu thought for a while, "Aren't they also surprised? They probably didn't expect it."
Zhao Rong shook his head: "No, these two people's qi-nurturing skills should not show surprise at that time. It was because I was surprised that I felt something was wrong."
Gu Yiwu: “…………”
The burly Confucian scholar was stunned and couldn't help but look at his friend a few more times. What kind of reverse brain circuit is this? Is there something wrong with me or you?
Just when Gu Yiwu couldn't help but fall into self-doubt, Zhao Rong said thoughtfully: "So...the two of them had been thinking about Xiao Jiujiu before, and they also wanted to be enshrined in the Moon Festival Mountain? Interesting."
Hearing this, Gu Yiwu said in a solemn voice: "Then how about we change the place?"
Zhao Rong didn't reply for a while.
Gu Yiwu suddenly spoke, as if he remembered something, "By the way, Ziyu, do you remember what I told you before about the origin of this Dugu family?"
Zhao Rong looked at him and nodded.
Gu Yiwu pondered and said: "It is rumored that the Queen Mother Dugu was born as a commoner's daughter, so there is no help from her maternal clan in the court now... And when the late Emperor of Dali was able to find the Dugu clan, it was rumored that there were ancestors of Dali.
I asked him to meet him on a mountain in a dream."
Zhao Rong answered: "You mean, this mountain is the Moon Festival Mountain?"
Gu Yiwu nodded lightly.
Zhao Rong was silent for a moment.
He shook his head: "No need to change, it's here."
Gu Yiwu nodded tacitly, and Zhao Rong did not explain.
The two walked quietly for a while.
The young Confucian scholar suddenly laughed and said, "Oh, I thought of them all together. It's interesting."
The burly Confucian scholar also laughed.
At this moment, I saw the front hall of Weiyang Palace in front of me. It seemed that the feast had dispersed and all the guests left in an orderly manner. However, the little emperor did not go through the door where the courtiers left, but came to the back hall and was surrounded by a group of people.
The palace ladies gathered around.
However, although the young emperor and his party came toward Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, they were far away, and the former did not see Zhao Rong or the other two.
When passing by, Zhao Rong saw that the little emperor seemed to have drunk a lot of wine.
His delicate face was full of blush, and he was drunkenly holding the tender hand of the beauty he had just sat with.
However, at this time, the two crescent moon girls beside the little emperor looked at the other maids and seemed to be preparing to take the little emperor back to the palace to rest and separate from the beautiful lady who was accompanying him.
Zhao Rong glanced at it.
The little emperor didn't seem to have any objections to this, and he obeyed obediently the Xianyue sisters sent by his mother to take care of him. So the little emperor lowered his head and looked at the hands that he thought looked good, and reluctantly let go.
"You also go back to rest, I will come back to play with you." The little emperor waved his hand drunkenly, and then left.
On the veranda not far away, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu saw this scene and smiled at each other.
Gu Yiwu sighed, "Hey, it's great to be young."
"Hey, Brother Yiwu, there's a story here."
Zhao Rong teased.
Gu Yiwu laughed and scolded, waving his hands, "There is a bullshit story, it's just a nonsense that I didn't understand when I was a kid."
Zhao Rong just said "oh" out of curiosity.
Sure enough, the burly Confucian scholar touched his chin with green stubble and couldn't help but said:
"When I was a kid, there was a big sister in the family next door who was very good at playing. After school, she liked to climb over the wall and take us to play house. It was a childhood sweetheart. That day was the first time I discovered her.
Hands, her arms, her breasts... ahem, her face... turns out to be so beautiful."
Zhao Rong suppressed his laughter and said seriously: "Then you rubbed it?"
"..."
This word rub is used in a very essential way.
Gu Yiwu snorted lightly and said proudly: "It was Sister Guo who rubbed me against me and took the initiative to hold my hand."
"Huh?"
But before Zhao Rong could ask curiously, Gu Yiwu stamped his feet angrily and said:
"That day, I played house with great difficulty. I pretended to be the groom, and Sister Guo played the bride. We had just put on the wreaths and had not yet married, but my mother came over and beat me up. Hey, you are not trying to hurt me.
Something?"
"Haha... cough, that's right." Zhao Rong covered his mouth with a smile and coughed, and asked curiously: "Then what happened next."
"What else can I do? My mother sued our respective parents. Our two families were enemies at first, but we rarely had the opportunity to play together. Do you think it was necessary to build the wall so high in the future? Birds are flying.
Don’t go there…”
Amidst Gu Yiwu's scolding, Zhao Rong smiled and comforted him with a few words.
This kind of ignorance about men and women in childhood, and the quiet beginning of love, are indeed as brilliant and beautiful as a touch of blue in the sky, but they will eventually turn into big or small regrets, remaining in the heart, somewhere unknown when and where
I suddenly remembered it that night, and I tossed and turned on the bed again.
"Tzuyu, what about you? When was the first time you held hands with a girl?"
Gu Yiwu shook his head melancholy, then turned to Zhao Rong and asked curiously.
"I?"
Zhao Rong held his sleeves, kept squinting in front of him, and suddenly sighed, "Hey."
Gu Yiwu's eyes became more and more curious. Could it be a regret even worse than his own?
Zhao Rong shook his head in disinterest, "Brother Yiwu, you know me."
He paused, shook his head and said: "Qingjun and I have known each other since we were in the cradle, and we even snatched her milk. Later, we started holding hands when we were wearing open crotch pants, and then we met Qian'er... Hey, holding hands is true.
It’s not difficult.”
Nothing.
The young Confucian scholar said with a sincere face and a little regret in his tone.
"…………"
The burly Confucian scholar: Do you think you are very humorous?
The atmosphere was awkward for a while.
Gu Yiwu didn't really want to talk to Zhao Rong.
Damn it, are these childhood sweethearts? How careless.
Zhao Rong suppressed a smile and apologized.
At this moment, footsteps came from behind. The two of them were quiet at the same time, calmed down their expressions, and looked back.