Chapter 465: The appointment of drinking, the regret of holding hands
Hangong, somewhere on the edge of the palace square.
There is a scene of deathly silence taking place.
Dozens of people stood or fell on the ground, all in silence, looking at the fresh jade hands.
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes slightly, looked at it for a while, and felt that he shouldn't eat too much wonton stew this morning.
It's all Xiao Qian'er's fault for rushing all the stewed wontons in her bowl into his bowl.
"Well, the snacks sent by King Li Xian are quite interesting."
Zhao Rong chuckled and nodded, breaking the silence on the field.
He stepped forward nonchalantly, picked up the lid, closed the food box, and then gave a look to the palace maid next to him who seemed to be quite courageous.
The latter shook his legs and stepped forward to grab the food box.
However, the guard who bowed his head and knelt down to present the box shook his head and said: "The prince also said that as a man of the Li family, your majesty will definitely be able to take it by himself."
Next to the little emperor, there were two girls from Xianyueli who were not leaving each other. One of them frowned, stood in front of the little emperor, and scolded: "You are so bold, how can you talk to your majesty..."
However, the next second, the little emperor reached out and tugged Xian Yue Li Nu's sleeve in front of him, interrupting her words.
At this moment, the young man in dragon robe had already stood up from the ground.
Most of the panic on his face has disappeared, and now he is just looking numb and expressionless.
He looked at the still warm food box, tried to open his dry lips a few times, and then said: "I...I'm fine."
Zhao Rong, Zhang Huizhi, the young guards, and the two Xianyue Linu who had been tricked by the Dugu clan, all looked at the little emperor invariably.
Observe intently.
The young man in the dragon robe lowered his head and patted his sleeves. When he raised his head again, there was a forced smile on his bloodless white face.
"Thank you, uncle, for me...I will definitely study hard."
He moved forward, stared at the food box, walked forward slowly, and finally came to the young guard and emptied the food box himself.
Zhao Rong watched quietly.
As if stung by the smell of blood, the little emperor turned his head slightly, not looking at the food box.
The young guard bowed and stood up.
The young man in the dragon robe said softly: "What's your name? I want to reward you for your hard work for the emperor's uncle."
The young guard lowered his eyes, complimented and humbly, then reported his name, calmly accepted some money from the maid, and left.
After he left, everyone in the arena became quiet again.
The little emperor held the food box and walked slowly towards the royal study without saying anything.
Zhang Huizhi stood up and ordered the maids and eunuchs to fetch the sedan.
He is the teacher of the little emperor, and the little emperor also respects him, so now everyone listens to Zhang Huizhi.
The little emperor boarded the sedan, and this time he did not refuse, saying that he would go on his way on his feet.
Everyone was busy and prepared to return to the imperial study.
Zhang Huizhi turned his head and cupped his hands towards the young Confucian scholar who had been silent.
"Mr. Zhao, would you like to go to the Imperial Study Room with us? Your Majesty is going to study poetry today. Mr. Zhao is a master of poetry, so you can give some advice to Your Majesty."
Zhao Rong nodded in agreement without much hesitation.
I don't care if it's a polite comment or not.
He turned his head and glanced at the young man in dragon robe sitting on the sedan chair. The food box was placed on his lap, half held by his hand. The young man in dragon robe looked a little lost.
Zhao Rong nodded slightly. Yes, the beautiful jade hand that the young man had longed for not long ago was now in the box on his lap.
Leave it quietly.
This Li Mingyi... Zhao Rong lowered his eyes.
"Your Majesty's courage today is far beyond that of his peers." Zhang Huizhi suddenly said softly.
At this time, Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi Zhenghe were walking behind the sedan on their way back to the imperial study.
Seemingly satisfied with Zhao Rong's performance just now, Zhang Huizhi took the initiative to talk to Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong nodded slightly.
This Brother Zhang was praising the little emperor's performance in the second half, and finally went to take the food box in person.
In fact, the initial panic is not that important. What is important is that after encountering this incident, you can quickly calm down and learn a lesson.
So after this incident, the little emperor should be able to grow a lot.
In fact, this is what Zhang Huizhi and he value...
Zhao Rong thought lightly: "The colt of a tiger and leopard has the spirit of eating cattle without writing."
Zhang Huizhi continued: "The hub of the swan is still young, but it has the heart of the world."
The two academy students smiled in tacit understanding.
I saw a fleeting smile on Zhang Huizhi's face, which was as sharp as a knife or an axe, and he said with determination:
"Given time, Your Majesty will surely be able to rival the late Emperor."
Zhao Rong raised his eyelids and looked at him.
Do you really want to be the emperor's master, support the dragon and rise up?
But it is true to say that among all the Confucian scholars who aspire to an official career and are eager to plan for peace and prosperity, almost all do not want to be emperor's teachers.
Throughout the ages, not only Confucian scholars, but also all scholars from hundreds of schools of thought, if they want to display their ambitions and govern the country, they have taken only two paths:
One from top to bottom.
One from bottom to top.
Regardless of whether it is the previous life or this world, the mainstream is the former, and it is even regarded as the only way, and scholars continue to follow it.
As for the latter path, Zhao Rong has been studying recently and looking at hundreds of schools, he really hasn’t seen anyone taking this path...
The so-called "top-down" is very simple. It is nothing more than assisting the top rulers, or becoming the rulers themselves, and promoting doctrines and propositions from the top down.
And in this secular dynasty, apart from being a fierce man descended from heaven, rebelling and becoming the emperor, is there anything easier to 'top down' than being the emperor's teacher?
At this moment, Zhao Rong nodded in his mind.
But on the surface, he just said "hmm".
Noncommittal.
Zhang Huizhi suddenly said: "Brother Zhao, what do you think of Your Majesty?"
Zhao Rong nodded, "Your Majesty is naturally very good. He is a blessing to the people of Dali. Also, with the help of Brother Zhang and other gentlemen, he is even more powerful. If you come to Dali again in the future, you will definitely be better with each passing day."
He smiled.
Zhang turned his head after a while, glanced at him, and didn't ask any more questions.
The young Confucian scholar looked at the sedan in front of him and blinked.
In fact, what Zhao Rong said is simple and straightforward: I have no intention of staying. Whether you are testing it or you really welcome me to recruit talents for the little emperor, I am not staying anyway...
After a while, the two people on the road started chatting again, and this time Zhao Rong spoke first.
"Where is Brother Zhang from?"
"Da Li."
"Oh? Linlu Academy is right next to it. Why did Brother Zhang leave his hometown thousands of miles and go to Siqi Academy in the south..." Zhao Rong paused, smiled and shook his head, "I didn't mean to disparage Siqi Academy.
I have a good friend who is also from Siqi Academy, and like Brother Zhang, he is one of the best among people."
Zhang Huizhi shook his head, "Brother Wei is stupid, how can he be the best among people? To be honest with Brother Zhao, it was not that Brother Wei didn't want to go to Lin Lu at the beginning, but he was convinced, but Lin Lu didn't want me and couldn't get in.
"
After listening to it, he seemed to remember things from his youth and sighed:
"Brother Zhao, don't worry. I have no grudges against you. I don't have any grudges. It's just that I didn't meet the standards of Linlu Academy at that time. I spent two years outside the school and was not favored by the gentlemen.
"But looking back now...it was true that I had little talent and little knowledge at that time, and I was pretentious and too high-spirited. Then when I got stubborn, I went south to think about everything... This time really flies by, and it has already been twelve years."
The skinny censor hissed.
Zhao Rong said with a smile, "Brother Zhang is open-minded. Well, in fact, this is called good things. Later, Brother Zhang was admitted to Siqi Academy. The reputation of Siqi Academy is not as good as Lin Lu."
He suddenly remembered that Zhao Rong was also from the south, not from the north.
Zhao Rong: "I think Brother Zhang must have gained experience and tempered himself on the way south, or met a gentleman who appreciated him, and then successfully entered Siqi Academy, so that his pearl would not be covered in dust... This is also a good story."
Zhang Huizhi was slightly startled, raising his head slightly and looking at the white clouds above the eaves of the palace wall in front of him.
"Oh, that's true. Thank you Brother Zhao for the compliment."
He whispered softly.
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhang Huizhi, who seemed a little distracted.
Zhao Rong, who was always good at chatting, also stopped talking and refused to disturb.
It's just that he looked back...
"Brother Zhao."
The emaciated censor suddenly said.
"Brother Zhang, what's the matter?"
"How about we have a drink together on a sunny day when we are free some other time?"
The young Confucian scholar thought for a moment and said, "Well, of course. If I and Brother Zhang happen to be free, we can make an appointment. But Brother Zhang also knows that I have been very busy recently, so I will have to wait until later."
The skinny censor nodded, "Of course, I drink wine on a sunny day, but I can't miss the important event of Feng Chan."
The young Confucian scholar smiled and joked: "Brother Zhang, you have a story to tell."
"There are indeed some interesting things. Whatever Brother Zhao wants to hear, just tell him. However, the most important thing is that the wine should not be neglected... don't... forget the wine."
"This is natural, but it's not easy to be greedy..."
Two Confucian scholars from the North and South Colleges chatted all the way, and after a while, they arrived at the Imperial Study Room.
…
In a study room filled with books and decorated with low luxury.
The little emperor sat on a chair covered with bright yellow satin.
The food box in his hand was gone, and he had changed into purple regular clothes. At this time, his complexion had regained some color.
Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi were also sitting on the chairs. As teachers, they were allowed to sit. At this time, they also had a cup of tea brought by the palace maid.
There are only three of them in the imperial study room right now.
There was no one around within tens of meters outside the room.
Others, including the two divorced girls, were driven away by the little emperor on the pretext of studying quietly.
At this time, the little emperor showed an apologetic smile and said to Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi in the room: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhao, I just made you laugh."
Zhao Rong shook his head, looked at his calm expression, and said nothing.
Zhang Huizhi did put it down, stood up and said: "Why do you want to laugh at it? Your Majesty's performance just now amazed the ministers. In time..."
He solemnly praised the little emperor, calling him "the Holy One, the Holy One".
The latter smiled and shook his head modestly.
Zhao Rong was drinking tea leisurely aside.
Afterwards, the little emperor started reading and asked Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi if he had any questions.
An hour later, the little emperor put down his book with a smile and said he was going to find his mother and leave school early.
Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi nodded, said goodbye and left.
On the verandah outside the Imperial Study Room.
Zhang Huizhi said he had something to do, so he walked quickly and left first.
Zhao Rong fell behind.
There was no one around at this time.
Zhao Rong was walking when he suddenly stopped and thought of the smile of the young man in dragon robe again.
He suddenly turned around and went back the way he came.
When I came to the study room, at first glance, there was no one there.
Zhao Rong was quiet for a moment, his ears twitched slightly, and he turned and walked towards the west window.
Only seen.
There was a young man in a dragon robe curling up under the table, burying his head and crying...
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PS: Ahem, good brothers, I suddenly feel that I love you so much, mua~fencing!!!