Chapter 484 Empress, what's wrong with using your towel?
Before Zhao Rong came down the mountain to Dali, he went to the seventh floor of the library at the invitation of Yang Wuwei, a top scholar in Linlu Academy.
I don't know if this senior fellow apprentice Yang has the same interests, or if he has a unique vision and cherishes talents.
Because of Zhao Rong's casual annotations on an unofficial history of the small country of Nankang, he was invited to go upstairs to compile the history.
Joined the Youlan Mansion History Museum and edited the history books of the secular dynasty under the mountain over the past three thousand years in Wangquezhou for the new mayor of Duyou City.
At that time, Zhao Rong followed Mr. Yan's suggestion and did not get involved in the matter in a moment of enthusiasm.
He was only invited to go upstairs and make friends with Senior Brother Yang, who was a leader in the academy, but he declined the opportunity to write history.
However, this Senior Brother Yang is also a wonderful person. He casually throws out a few tempting sugar-coated bullets, as if he is afraid that he will not be moved. But what kind of character is Zhao Rong? How can he be 'taught to do things' by others.
So he immediately slapped the table and stood up, picked up the "sugar-coated bullet" and turned away.
What? You mean doing errands?
no way.
Old white prostitute...
Well, actually Yang Wuwei threw two sugar-coated bullets at that time.
One is a token that can enter the fifth floor of the library.
The fifth floor contains all the poems collected by Linlu Academy.
As long as the monks who are below the Golden Pill Mirror are literate, their spiritual energy will be rubbed upwards, and breaking the mirror while breathing is no longer a dream.
There is still one.
It is the "History of the Great Li" that Zhao Rongwu has returned to its original owner.
There is a vague record in it that there is currently a royal princess in the Dali royal family, who is twenty-eight years old, second only to the queen of the current dynasty, and has a lot of names, such as the slim-waisted beauty of Dali...
Then the princess who was waiting to be married was favored by Emperor Li and allowed her to choose her own son-in-law.
And she was obsessed with poetry and books, and admired the talents in the academy.
Especially Confucian students from Linlu Academy and Siqi Academy...
Well, another small detail.
The book also said that this beauty from Dali threatened to lower her status and marry Lin Lu as a concubine, otherwise she would never marry again.
Emperor Dali was open-minded, agreed to the matter, and gave her a generous dowry.
Nowadays, the Princess of Dali, who pursues free love, is living alone in a quiet and luxurious manor outside Hanjing.
Holding on to the expensive dowry, I hope to meet a Lin Lu talent who happens to be passing by...
What made Zhao Rong feel very outrageous at the time was that the book also recorded in detail the location of the golden house where the beauty was hidden...
Good guy, you have such a good history book, why are you writing this?
It was agreed that you would send an envoy to bring official history to the academy, but this is what happened...
There are bad people among the people.
After Zhao Rong sighed on the spot, he bent down and picked up the history book of Dali that was thrown to the ground by Yang Wuwei, who looked upright. He patted the dust on the cover and stuffed it into his sleeve.
Well, Senior Brother Yang, if you throw it on the ground and don’t want it, I’ll return it for you.
As for the first sugar-coated bullet, it was too expensive and too difficult to obtain for free. Zhao Rongbian was not shameless and hinted to Senior Brother Yang with his eyes, "If you don't want to lose something, just drop it on the ground and he will pick it up." He waved his hand and refused directly.
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Zhao Rong took this Dali history book down the mountain with him, hoping to return it to the Dali royal family as a gesture of goodwill.
However, after coming to Dali to understand the situation, he changed his strategy and decided not to clearly identify his side.
Therefore, this history book of Dali has been shelved in Xumiwu and he has forgotten to deal with it.
Zhao Rong took it out now, of course, not to sign in and receive some 'Princess Dali' gift package.
He also didn't care whether the princess of the Dali clan recorded in this book was really an infatuated talent, or whether the Dugu family carefully created her and chose a beauty to play her role.
Zhao Rong certainly has his own considerations...
"Who gave it to you?"
At this time, Dugu Chanyi asked in the pavilion.
Zhao Rong smiled and looked at her expression for a while, then spoke leisurely.
"Is your anger finally gone?"
Dugu Chanyi pursed her lips and clenched her jade hands to write in the history books.
She stared at Zhao Rong for a while, then nodded softly and whispered softly: "Mr. Zhao is joking, why are the Ai family angry with you? They were just... angry at themselves. The Ai family is really suffering."
Zhao Rong smiled and didn't embarrass anyone further, "Well, I'm just overthinking it."
Dugu Chanyi didn't waste any time and asked: "Mr. Zhao is in Linlu Academy. Does he know the gentlemen in the east pavilion on the seventh floor of Shushan Library?"
Zhao Rong smiled and said nothing.
Dugu Chanyi's eyes flashed, "Or, Mr. Zhao, you are the gentleman who studies history in the library..."
Her tone became softer unconsciously.
Zhao Rong listened, without comment, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed his slender index finger at the history book in Dugu Chanyi's hand, "Mother, put it away. It seems to be a customary geographical travelogue. Don't get confused and send it to the wrong one again."
As he said this, he stepped up and passed by the Empress Dowager Dali, who was dressed in a snow-white fur coat.
Zhao Rong walked out of the pavilion and pressed his left hand on the bloody wound on his right arm. He stood on the steps and looked around.
The next second, he walked towards the hot spring not far from the pavilion.
"Your Majesty, please take care of the wound. I will leave Guanghan Palace later. When outsiders ask, I will say that I got lost in the palace and did not meet your Majesty..."
"Your Majesty, please wait until I leave for a while before calling my servants."
In the pavilion behind the young Confucian scholar, the beautiful widow remained silent, tilted her head slightly, and stared at the busy back of the young Confucian scholar with incomprehensible eyes...
Zhao Rong smiled and did not look back.
He deliberately chose the upper reaches of the hot spring that was very close to the spring, squatted on the shore, and washed himself with water.
After a while, the blood on his body was roughly washed away.
This natural hot spring located in the deep palace seems to have some kind of miraculous effect, or some medicinal materials are added to it, which has some miraculous effects on stopping bleeding and healing wounds.
Zhao Rong nodded, treated the wound, and said casually as if chatting:
"By the way, your Majesty, I have something else to do. Your Majesty is a pure filial piety and admires the teachings of his master. He is really an excellent emperor, but he is still young and at the age of playfulness...
"I feel that it is not good to suppress blindly. Rewards and punishments must be appropriate. After all, he is now the nominal emperor of thousands of people in Dali. The empress makes him kneel down at every turn. There is something wrong. Well, let's not talk about face.
, After all, the empress is a mother, so it is natural for the young majesty to kneel down, but after all, one has to take care of the emperor’s mood..."
In the pavilion, Dugu Chanyi put away the history books and looked up at the back of the young Confucian scholar squatting on the shore not far away.
He spoke in a light tone, lowered his head to treat the wound, and moved neatly. He spoke with a smile, as if he was chatting with her...
The beautiful widow frowned slightly.
The goosebumps that appeared on her delicate body after being touched by him, and the nausea she had been trying to hold back, seemed...as if...not as severe as before...
Dugu Chanyi covered her snow fur and was quiet for a while.
"Okay, then Que'er won't be allowed to kneel down. But, Mr. Zhao Da, don't you want to be Que'er's teacher? Why do you still plead for him?"
She lowered her eyes.
Zhao Rong hesitated, still cleaning himself, and shook his head at this moment:
"They are two different things. Just like here and now, I am meeting my empress frankly, without any curtains to block them, and I can speak frankly and without any scruples."
"But once you leave this garden and meet me in front of others, there will be bead curtains and veils again. Men and women will be on guard. There is a difference between the monarch and his ministers. I also have to behave in a polite manner...
…”
"There are some things that need to be distinguished, and one code should be the same. However, it can also be understood that I am pretentious and like to meddle in other people's business, haha...hiss..."
Zhao Rong smiled, but for a moment he didn't notice that his movement touched the wound, and he immediately changed his face and took a breath.
"snort."
The widow, who had a distinguished position in front of others, snorted softly. When she saw the antics of the Confucian scholar on the shore, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, but she lowered them again in an instant.
Dugu Chanyi urged with an expressionless expression: "Mr. Zhao, hurry up. We're running out of time. If you don't go out, you will arouse suspicion and ruin our family's reputation."
Zhao Rong nodded, moved faster, then couldn't help but turn around, glanced in the direction of Dugu Chanyi, narrowed his eyes and asked:
"Your Majesty must have loved the late Emperor very much and attached great importance to the etiquette of honor."
Dugu Chanyi's face turned cold and he didn't answer. He asked softly:
"Heaven and earth are kings and teachers, kings and ministers, husbands and wives, fathers and sons...the elders, the younger, the younger, the elders, the younger, the younger, they are all human beings, and they are the cornerstone of imperial power..."
"Don't you Confucian scholars admire these rituals? If you ask the emperor's family to take the lead in setting an example, doesn't what the Ai family and His Majesty do not conform to the wishes of you Confucian disciples?"
Her voice was as clear as an oriole, but her tone became colder as she spoke.
Retort.
"Mr. Zhao Da, you'd better ask the Ai family why they are so polite. Ha, it's really..."
The beautiful widow paused as she seemed to have something left unsaid.
Zhao Rong glanced at her expression.
"Do you want to say that I am a great joke in the world, or that I am a hypocritical Confucian scholar?"
"Oh, the Ai family don't dare to say these rude words, nor do they dare to question the saint. Mr. Zhao, please don't talk nonsense."
Dugu Chanyi raised her chin, turned her profile to someone, raised her head and squinted at the autumn sky outside the pavilion.
The young Confucian scholar squatting on the shore nodded.
"Whether it is a big or small ceremony, it is correct in itself. When we Confucian scholars promote etiquette, our original intention is also good, but etiquette is only in form after all. What our Confucian sages of ancient and modern times wanted to achieve with the help of etiquette,
It is the real human ethics behind it, which is loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, and trust..."
He stretched out his hand to scoop up a handful of water, clenched his fist hard, and all the water leaked out.
"If there is no true love, then what is the meaning of this formal courtesy? It is just done for others to see, stolen by selfish rulers, and used as a tool to control the people."
"Once someone succeeds and steals the gifts of the saints and seizes power, there will be a second person, a third person... and everyone will gather together."
"These people...are all big thieves!"
The young Confucian scholar's voice was slightly thicker, but his tone was a bit deep.
The shoulders of his crouched body slumped slightly.
Dugu Chanyi turned her head, narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Oh? It turns out that Mr. Zhao still has such worrying thoughts, big thief...it turns out that you Confucian scholars also know that some of the things you do are counterproductive."
She chuckled.
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes, sighed and nodded, "I have discussed these with a Taoist friend I have a good relationship with before, but it was a little more in-depth... The saint and... the thief... But I have different views from him, and there are some arguments...
…That fellow Taoist is more pessimistic and his words are also fierce.”
"What about Mr. Zhao?"
"Me? I don't agree with his point of view. I always feel that we should do something... we can't just do nothing and not do it. But... I am actually quite pessimistic. So I can't convince anyone."
The young Confucian scholar stretched out his hand and rubbed his face fiercely, and murmured: "That Taoist friend also asked me a question, but I don't know how to answer it...
That day in the bamboo forest class in Taiqing Mansion, before he left, Tao Yuanran asked him.
How should he "do something" in the face of a thief? How should a saint "do something"...
Dugu Chanyi quietly looked at the back of the Confucian scholar squatting in the pavilion.
Zhao Rong raised his head and said softly:
"But there is one thing. Although big thieves will be rampant, the culprits will have no consequences..."
In the distance, the Queen Mother of Dali frowned, "What do you mean?"
Zhao Rong looked at her and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, the understanding is very simple. Let's make an assumption. Assume that you are a big thief and you have played with this 'ritual'."
"What does playing mean? What word did you use?"
"Well, okay, that's borrowing. Suppose you are a bad person and borrow this gift to do bad things. But have you ever thought that one day this gift will be stolen by others and used by other thieves?
What if I come here and hurt you? So the one who caused the instigation has no consequences... If you play around, something will happen."
Dugu Chanyi stopped talking.
The two were quiet for a moment.
She chuckled, "Mr. Zhao's metaphor is quite outrageous."
Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, not mentioning it further.
At this time, he finished treating the wound, looked around, and looked for something to bandage.
He looked to the side and saw many clean towels in a bamboo basket.
"Hey, why are there so many towels here? They are all quite clean. Ahem, ma'am, can I borrow one?"
"no."
Dugu Chanyi's eyes widened slightly, and she subconsciously took a step forward.
But she was too late, someone had already pulled out a towel that she had used to wipe her delicate body.
Zhao Rong sighed: "My dear, it's just a towel. Don't be so stingy. There are many more. You don't need them."
Dugu Chanyi: “…………”
Zhao Rong casually took one, tore several strips of cloth, and bandaged the wound.
Then, he changed into a clean Confucian shirt, and his wide sleeves covered the bandaged wound.
Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, he turned his head and looked at Dugu Chanyi for a moment.
The latter's face was a little red for some unknown reason, especially against the backdrop of her snow-white fur coat.
The two looked at each other in silence, Zhao Rong nodded and silently left the bath garden.
Dugu Chanyi stood quietly away and watched him leave.