Chapter four hundred and ninety-ninth, the mountain chief is concerned, undercurrents are surging
"Tzuyu, has this old woman been influenced by us? Doesn't she care about past events?"
At noon, after Meng Zhengjun left at the top of the mountain, Gu Yiwu and his classmates were surprised for a while. Then, as if they thought of something, they turned to the young Confucian scholar beside him who was frowning and silent and asked curiously.
Zhao Rong shook his head gently, "Maybe."
Gu Yiwu scratched the back of his head and sighed with a smile:
"Tzuyu, it must be our excellence that has influenced her and made her realize how wrong it was to deliberately make things difficult for us in the past. She has let go of her prejudices and stereotypes. The old woman... No, it's Mr. Meng. She must be feeling guilty now. Look.
She left in such a hurry."
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.
You put aside reading comprehension... He complained in his heart.
But when it comes to ‘doing reading comprehension’, the guess he made just now seems to be doing reading comprehension...
The young Confucian scholar thought for a moment and then relaxed his brows.
At this time, Gu Yiwu happily patted his shoulder, nodded and said: "Ziyu, it seems that our Cuju court in Zhengyi Hall can be saved. Let's talk to Mr. Meng when we get back..."
Zhao Rong glanced at him, did not answer, and continued to talk about tomorrow's Zen ceremony.
Not long after, Xue Chan returned to the top of Mount Jiyue with a group of monks who had carved cliff characters.
The latter began to cast various spells, and when Zhao Rong pointed out, they took out the cliff facing east and engraved the inscription of the gift of sacrifice to the sky...
Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other students watched for a while, and then stayed at the top of the mountain for a while. After confirming that everything was fine, a few students were left behind.
Zhao Rong left with the others.
All the way down the mountain.
Halfway through, the young Confucian scholar stopped and squinted his eyes.
At the foot of Moon Festival Mountain and the three nearby plains, there were densely packed crowds of people like a swarm of ants.
Looking further away, the roads leading to Jiyue Mountain are filled with an endless stream of people.
These are Dali people from all over.
Go to the event.
At a certain moment, he turned around and looked up. The outline of the platinum cauldron of luck on the top of the mountain seemed to be more solid...
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In the evening, on the largest wasteland where the Dali imperial court was stationed.
In the largest tent in the center, a grand dinner was being held.
This was organized by the Empress Dowager Youdali and the Young Emperor.
Even if it is to create an atmosphere for tomorrow's grand Zen ceremony, it is also to support a female gentleman from Linlu Academy.
Zhao Rong and other Mochi students were also invited to go.
At the banquet, Zhao Rong sat quietly on the right side, leaning forward, drinking by himself and thinking about things.
He occasionally glanced at Dugu Chanyi above, who was chatting warmly with Meng Zhengjun.
Although the latter was still sitting upright behind the curtain, his voice could not conceal the intimacy, and he ordered the little emperor to toast Mr. Meng.
Although the latter was a great Confucian monk and a distinguished guest that the entire court was fawning over at this time, he still maintained rigid etiquette and acted meticulously.
Every time the little emperor picked up the wine glass, she would stand up and return the wine respectfully.
Dugu Chanyi couldn't help but pretend to blame:
"Mr. Meng, there is no need to be so polite. When the late emperor was still alive, you were the academy gentleman whom the late emperor respected... and now you have been helping us orphans and widowed mothers. You are very caring and are the biggest benefactor of our royal family."
Meng Zhengjun frowned slightly unnoticeably.
She waved her hands, shook her head and said:
"Your Majesty, you are so polite. Meng is here on behalf of Linlu Academy this time to help Dali become a Buddhist monk. This is a matter ordered by the mountain chief, and it is left to Meng, the academy's ceremonial officer... When the late Emperor of Dali was still alive, he respected Confucianism and Taoism.
, visited Linlu three more times to visit the mountain owner and masters..."
"Everyone in Linlu was full of praise for the late Emperor of Dali. The mountain chief, Old Master Zhu, even said that the late Emperor of Li Dynasty had the demeanor of a virtuous king in ancient times and was in line with the Confucian etiquette of conferring Zen. It was decided long ago. Although the late Emperor is regretful to have passed away.
, but it is still the duty of us Linlu Confucian scholars to hold this ceremony for the Dali royal family."
She tilted her head slightly and glanced at the pretty woman behind the curtain above, "That's why the Queen Mother doesn't need so many gifts. It's her duty, so I don't dare to accept it as a thank you gift."
At the starting point, Zhao Rong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
It turns out that this conferment of Zen was ordered by the mountain chief to repay the love between the late Emperor of Dali and the Dali royal family?
The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but secretly thought.
So, this matter has always been paid attention to by Zhu Shanzhang, who has never seen the dragon? It turns out that he, a student from Mochi, has also come into the sight of Master Shanzhang... This Meng Xuezheng has never told them before.
, did you forget or...
Well, it's probably intentional. Fortunately, from the beginning, he didn't be pessimistic and hastily like Brother Yi Wu and others. Instead, he tried his best to handle it seriously. Otherwise, it would not only be a failure in the etiquette exam, but also a failure in the etiquette exam.
It was so easy for her, Meng Zhengjun, to lose her mind.
But I want to leave some evaluation in Shan Chang's heart.
The wine glass in Zhao Rong's hand paused in the air.
I couldn't help but look at the old-fashioned woman in a gray scholar's shirt above me.
With a normal expression on his face, he gently put down the wine glass and stared at the calm drink.
Thinking about it this way, the name on the note in Meng Zhengjun's hand at Mochi Academy must have belonged to someone else. What most people saw as a chore was actually a big deal hidden behind the trouble.
opportunity.
So, she originally wanted to give this spot to the student she valued, that is... Yu Huaijin?
This ceremony of conferring the title of Zen will be seen under the eyes of Master Shanzhang. Does it involve the dispute over the seeds of reading in the academy?
So Meng Zhengjun initially planned that Yu Huaijin would come here to help her?
Zhao Rong touched his chin and listened to Brother Yiwu say that there is a small book at the mountain leader's place. The names of every scholar in the academy who can come into his sight and whose names are well known will appear in it. The mountain leader likes to take it out when he has nothing to do.
Take out a small book and check the boxes...
The academy's reading seeds represent the largest resource allocation in the academy, and their status in the academy is just like Qingjun and the top geniuses in the four Taiqing mansions.
Moreover, it is not only Mochi students who are competing for the number of study seeds, but also those fellow scholars who graduated from Mochi. Moreover, the scholar group is the main battlefield for the competition.
But I heard that Mochi students seem to have a small benefit, that is, during the annual apprenticeship ceremony, a certain student will be promoted to a scholar and directly promoted to a reading seed.
Of course, 99% of the time, it’s the best one in the mountain chief’s notebook...
At this time, Zhao Rong suddenly thought that a certain friend seemed to have been eagerly competing for the spot to study.
He turned his eyes, and sure enough, the burly Confucian scholar in the seat next to him opened his eyes wide after hearing the word "mountain chief". At this time, he was staring intently at Meng Zhengjun in the top position, as if he suspected that he heard it wrong.
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As if aware of Zhao Rong's gaze, Gu Yiwu swallowed quietly, then looked back at Zhao Rong.
The two exchanged glances.
Gu Yiwu couldn't hold it any longer, so he picked up and put down the wine glass in his hand.
Damn it, if he had known that this was the order of the mountain chief, he would have stopped paddling casually. He must have worked harder than Zhao Rong. At least he had to have a good attitude... Wait, some time ago, they were at Xingzi Xiao
Zhen, was he sent to a brothel by Ziyu to drink wine for several days...
Woohoo, Tzuyu misunderstood me!
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Facing the sad look cast by Brother Yiwu, a young Confucian scholar coughed a few words, raised his hand, and pressed it lightly to ask him to calm down.
As the two interacted tacitly, the toasts at the banquet continued.
At this time, Meng Zhengjun, who was sitting at the top on the right, suddenly put down his wine glass and glanced at Dugu Chanyi on the main seat and Li Mingyi, who was silent opposite.
She wrote lightly: "By the way, Your Majesty, the Queen Mother, and His Royal Highness the King, during the days when the ceremony was being held, did... some immortal families on the mountains outside of Dali show up?"
Dugu Chanyi and Li Mingyi looked slightly stunned and shook their heads.
Meng Zhengjun looked around the table, just like she had done before when she was looking at the cliff at the top of the mountain with her hands behind her back, her eyes as sharp as a torch.
No one dared to look at her for a long time.
"Oh? For example...Xinran Sect, Weiweishan and the others didn't send some people to Dali to contact you? Well, think about it again."
Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi and others straightened their backs, looked at Meng Zhengjun, and shook their heads.
Meng Zhengjun looked forward and was quiet for a moment. She nodded and said lightly:
"Good. What the deputy mountain chief gave to those immortal families before seems to be of some use..."
"Well, you two, now that you are taking the place of the young emperor as regent of Dali, you must join hands with each other and not be estranged from one another. In this way, even without the icing on the cake of this Zen ceremony, the imperial power of your Dali family will still be as stable as a mountain."
After a pause, the old-fashioned female gentleman from the academy educated her sternly:
"Right now, I don't care about the outcome of this Zen ceremony. As long as there are no faults, the most important thing is that you do your own thing well. Carefully cultivate the little emperor. When he grows up, he will be able to stabilize the country and continue to grow.
Leaving the unfinished business of the late emperor...do you know?"
Dugu Chanyi and Li Mingyi did not look at each other. They each raised their hands and saluted the Confucian monk: "I sincerely follow your teachings."
"Yeah." Meng Zhengjun looked at their faces and nodded gently.
At this time, Dugu Chanyi couldn't help but said: "Sir, the Ai family also hopes to stabilize the country and make Dali peaceful and integrated, but there is still an unstable factor..."
Meng Zhengjun raised his eyelids.
Li Mingyi nodded in agreement, "What the emperor's sister-in-law said is absolutely true...Mr. Meng, the emperor's brother trusted him when he was still alive, and gave him military power and fiefdom. However, after the emperor's brother's business failed halfway, Xiao Wang
Even though I was grieving with the emperor's sister-in-law, I did not treat him badly as an old minister, and called him back to the capital to keep vigil, and then I wanted to reward him."
"However, he refused to obey orders, refused to hand over military power, and even occupied the three counties in the west, raising troops and hoarding food. His wolfish ambitions were clearly revealed. Such disturbances of land cessation and rebellion, in the hustle and bustle of the earth, seriously affected the imperial power of His Majesty, the Emperor.
My sister-in-law is soft-hearted and has nothing to do with him. She only bullies orphans and widowed mothers. This vulgar soldier is really a cancer."
After Meng Zhengjun heard this, he calmed down and nodded, "I heard that it is indeed rude, but this is Dali's internal affairs, and Linlu Academy has no rules to interfere. But..."
She paused and looked around:
"If he dares to raise a rebel flag and resist the orthodoxy of Da Li, Confucian scholars Linlu will also stand clearly on the side of His Majesty. In addition, as mentioned before, if the great immortal family outside the country ends up interfering in the affairs of Da Li, they must
Inform us of Linlu Academy, Master Shanzhang will give them a good reason."
Dugu Chanyi hesitated to speak, but still didn't say anything more. Together with Li Mingyi, they nodded in agreement.
Zhao Rong sat at the bottom, drinking quietly and listening.
He roughly figured out the position of his academy.
At this time, Meng Zhengjun seemed to have caught a glimpse of Youyao drinking him. He pointed in the direction of Zhao Rong and said to Dugu Chanyi:
"Meng Mou values these juniors of the academy very much. If they are in Dali these days, they may do something rude, but it doesn't matter if they say so."
She asked again, this time directly to Dugu Chanyi, with an inexplicable smile in her tone.
value?
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, but still put down his wine glass and looked in the direction of Dugu Chanyi without explaining anything.
Behind the curtain, the most noble widow of Da Li, the beautiful Queen Mother who was pressed down and spanked by him who did not know her true nature just a few days ago, was quiet for a few breaths and suddenly smiled:
"Where can I find it? Mr. Zhao Xiao has great literary talent, talent, and is a humble gentleman. He is very polite. Ai Jia... is very satisfied."
Behind the curtain, she could vaguely see her raising her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice was clear and delicate.
Zhao Rong could even imagine the corners of her smiling mouth.
In fact, he had been prepared to be exposed and accused by Dugu Chanyi, but...
"Hey, they women are still good at pretending..." the young Confucian scholar thought to himself.
"Okay, then Meng is relieved." Meng Zhengjun nodded.
After a while, the banquet dispersed.
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PS: Yesterday I fell asleep while typing, coo, coo, coo... I didn’t dare to read the chapters of my brothers, cough, cough, cough...