Chapter Five Hundred and Five The Great Ceremony of Feng Chan (2)
"The top priority right now is to hold the grand ceremony, and then... take the opportunity to finish tempering the sword pill..."
"We have to save those poor concubines later. Then we can stop by Brother Hui's place for a drink. By the way, we also need to release the tied up Imperial Guards. We can't let them starve to death...
After these things are dealt with, you can go back..."
Zhao Rong patted the dew that had condensed on his sleeves in the morning, pursed his lips and recited it silently, and then exhaled.
After a while, he returned to the door of his tent.
But as soon as he got here, before the curtain was opened, Zhao Rong paused.
After a moment of silence, he turned around and looked around. Except for the sergeant who happened to be passing by early in the morning, there was no one there.
Zhao Rong pushed open the curtain and entered the tent.
really.
There are two male figures.
An old warrior who looks like a rich man.
A man holding a sword.
The two sat opposite each other, motionless, looking at each other silently, a bit like staring at each other.
Zhao Rong glanced at him, fearing that one of them would suddenly say "What are you looking at" or "What are you looking at" in the next second, and then make a move...
But luckily not.
An old warrior named Zhou Dufu seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. At this time, he and Li Bai turned around to look.
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and did not look at the former. He smiled and shouted to the man holding the sword:
"Good morning, Uncle Xiaobai."
Li Bai grinned and nodded.
Zhou Dufu, who came uninvited, turned to look at the man holding a sword who had been staring at him all night, and suddenly said:
"Your Excellency, have you also practiced martial arts?"
Li Bai's smile did not change, he turned his head and faced Zhou Dufu. He said seriously: "I am a master of swordsmanship. You, a warrior, don't touch me."
"..."
The rich-looking martial artist surnamed Zhou nodded, smiling innocently and not caring.
Zhao Rong stepped forward, took a basin of water and washed his face, then wiped his neck with a towel, returned to the seat between Zhou Dufu and Li Bai, and sat down.
After wiping his face again, he put the towel aside, moved a tea set next to him, and slowly started boiling tea.
The young Confucian scholar is skilled in making tea, his movements are meticulous, but his movements are smooth and flowing, just like the clouds rolling and relaxing in the clear morning sky.
There is a shadow of a woman in a Confucian shirt making tea with elegance and ease.
Zhou Dufu stared at his expression the whole time. At this moment, he saw that the young Confucian scholar was concentrating on the tea cup in his hand, and said:
"I'm leaving soon. I'm here to say goodbye to the young master."
As soon as Zhou Dufu finished speaking, a cup of hot tea was handed to him.
It was Zhao Rong who kept silent.
He also handed Li Bai a cup.
The old warrior took the teacup, raised his head and drank, as if tea was replacing wine.
Zhou Dufu returned the wine glass, exhaled, and said: "The late emperor gathered the Dali cavalry, set up the Western Army, and sent me to garrison the three counties in the west in order to destroy the Xiao Dynasty in the west."
The old martial artist turned his head and looked outside the tent door.
"If Dali wants its cavalry to move south, and if it wants to take over half of Lidu and use it as an inland river for us... it must first bulldoze the Great Xiao, the most powerful old dynasty in the surrounding area, but..."
Zhou Dufu turned around, lowered his head slightly, and patted the dust on his clothes, "Li Mingyi invited the envoys of the Great Xiao to come to the Yue Mountain to meet the Dugu clan... in order to form a friendly alliance."
After he finished speaking, the tent was quiet for a moment.
A certain young Confucian scholar reached out and handed another cup of hot tea to the old warrior who was about to be criticized by both insiders and outsiders.
The latter took it and still drank with his head raised.
Zhou Dufu put down his tea cup and smiled at Zhao Rong who was silent:
"The preparations for the Young Master's conferment of Zen will be completed. In the morning, I will stand far away and take a look at the top of the mountain. When the Young Master is finished, I will return to Xijun immediately. I cannot see the Young Master off."
Zhao Rong poured a cup of tea by himself, drank it, and nodded.
Zhou Dufu looked at the calm expression of this young Confucian scholar for a moment, and after a few breaths, he couldn't help but said in a cryptic way: "Congratulations, young master, your cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and you will be able to enter the first grade soon."
Zhao Rong, who was listening silently, suddenly picked up the teapot with a long spout, filled a teacup seven points full, lightly touched the cup body with two fingers, and pushed it directly in front of Zhou Dufu.
The next moment, the young Confucian scholar suddenly stood up and left the tent directly.
The yawning man holding the sword also took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, stood up, and followed the former.
Inside the tent, only the old warrior with a slightly stunned expression was left.
With a cup of steaming morning tea, I don't know how to treat you.
Zhou Dufu sat alone.
After a while, he picked up the steaming tea cup and drank it all for the third time.
Got up and left.
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On the way to the tent of Gu Yiwu and other students.
Zhao Rong rubbed his hands. It was slightly cool in the late autumn morning. He took a breath of hot breath into his palms, turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the central tent.
A few days ago, on the way to Mount Yueshi, Zhao Rong took Xiao Qian'er to meet the Dugu family in the royal palace. The group of people with different clothes and clothes they met at the door must be envoys from the former enemy, the Great Xiao.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend..."
The young Confucian scholar rubbed his face and muttered something.
"Hey, Mr. Zhao."
At this time, Li Bai, who was following quietly behind him, thought for a moment with a thoughtful expression on his face, and then shouted.
Zhao Rong looked back.
"What do you think of uncle's clothes?"
Li Bai touched his chin, held the collar of his upper body with his hand, and looked down at the clothes.
Zhao Rong looked at it and couldn't help laughing.
Why are you wearing this green outfit again?
He was in the tent just now and didn't light the lamp, so he couldn't see clearly yet.
Now, with the hazy skylight and the light from the surrounding torches, I could see clearly.
The man holding the sword held a sword wrapped in white cloth in his hand. He was wearing a bright green sword uniform. He followed the principle that a peerless master should be pure, and had green hair oil.
Even the turban that ties the hair is green and shiny, without a trace of color.
"Ahem, it's pretty good. Why did Uncle Bai want to wear this today?"
Li Bai always felt something was wrong. He looked left and right:
"You're not Xiao Qian'er yet. I asked her last night what she would wear if today's occasion is formal. It would look solemn and eye-catching. At the same time, it would be solemn but also a little unrestrained, highlighting the unique style of a master."
Speaking of this, he sighed and waved his hands, "She prepared this outfit for me. She bought it in Xingzi Town last time. She said it was a popular color... By the way, is it really appropriate to wear it today?"
"Ahem." Zhao Rong told himself in his heart that he couldn't laugh and must be serious.
He coughed, grimaced, and looked up and down at the man in green with a sword, standing on a united front with a little girl who was proud of her clothes, "It's suitable, why isn't it suitable?"
Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at it again. Zhao Rong quickly looked away, coughing and raising his hands and asked seriously: "Uncle Xiaobai, are you going to other formal occasions after the ceremony?"
Li Bai withdrew his eyes from the green clothes in confusion, thought for a while, and nodded, "Absolutely, I want to meet a woman who has power, power, people, land, money, and a big family."
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Zhao Rong smiled when he heard this, "Good guy, where are these stacks of bafu?"
The man holding the sword scratched his head, sighed, and added: "And he is very strong and arrogant towards men. All the women in their family have this problem, no matter how big or small, and she, the leader, is even worse. Let's make an appointment to meet him.
It’s really not easy…”
The man thought quietly and shook his head.
Zhao Rong asked curiously: "Oh? Uncle Xiao Bai is going to discuss business matters?"
Li Bai held the sword in his arms, nodded and smiled brightly, "Yes, I represent our Qinglianju to discuss business cooperation. Isn't this because I don't want to lose the momentum of our family? Last time we met, I was suppressed by this old woman. This time
I have to come back!"
"It turns out that this is a town, so we really need to pay attention to this."
Zhao Rong reached out and touched his chin, thought for a moment, and then nodded affirmatively:
"Then this outfit is right. Qian'er still has good taste. Uncle Bai, just imagine that you are dressed in flowing green clothes, standing alone in the cold wind of this bleak autumn day, holding a sword and holding your head high, with fluttering green sleeves.
, suddenly it was the most beautiful color in this autumn, and the scenery was hard to take away, full of liveliness and high-spirited vitality..."
"Who dares to ignore it? This green color is so conspicuous and dazzling. As long as the eyes are not bad, outsiders will be shocked at the first glance. No matter how arrogant and powerful a woman she is,
I can’t help but take a second look at you... Why aren’t you the protagonist of the whole show?”
Zhao Rong was serious and his tone was firm, "I am undoubtedly a master."
Li Bai: “…………”
He tightened the sword in his arms and said doubtfully: "Why do I feel that what you and Xiao Qian'er said are somewhat similar..."
"How are they similar?"
Li Bai thought about it seriously and nodded, "The tone is a bit unserious... You didn't lie to my uncle, he trusts you so much."
The man holding the sword felt a little melancholy. He sighed: "Especially Xiao Qian'er, I love her so much."
"How could it be? What you said is all the truth."
Zhao Rong ended the next sentence curiously, his eyes unblinking.
He had a tacit understanding with Xiao Qian'er to take over certain matters, and he persuaded Li Bai sincerely.
In the end, it seemed that everyone wanted to snatch the green clothes from the man holding the sword and wear them.
Li Bai frowned, and when he heard the last part, he questioned in his soul, "Wait, that's wrong, then why don't you wear green today?"
If I were to dress like this, I would probably make Xiao Qian'er and Qing Dai laugh to death...
Zhao Rong complained in his heart, frowned slightly, shook his head and sighed: "I want to, but according to the regulations, I have to wear a sacrificial dress honestly, so I can't amaze the whole audience with Uncle Xiaobai. It's a pity."
Li Bai looked at his expression, nodded slowly, touched his chin and fell into deep thought...
After a while, the green man holding a sword was full of energy, gearing up, and waved his hand:
"It's okay. I'll be my uncle and help you put it on today. Hmm, let's go find the place first. Don't be discouraged. If there is a chance in the future, we can dress it together!"
"Well, it's a deal!"
The two gentlemen, one large and one young, reached a high degree of agreement and left with satisfaction.
…
Zhao Rong took Li Bai to find Gu Yiwu first, and then went to meet other students.
In the big tent, Zhao Rong did not waste any time and directly recounted his new arrangement to them.
After all the students heard this...
"What, Tzuyu, you want to change the ritual of reporting one's merits to heaven and earth! You need to change both the Temple of Heaven and the Earth Temple?!"
Gu Yiwu was surprised and his tone was a bit unbelievable.
All the students also looked at each other in confusion.
Everyone mainly thought...he was crazy.
Zhao Rong nodded calmly.
Gu Yiwu's eyes widened and he glanced at the brightening sky.
"No, this is about to start. How can we change it temporarily? I think it was good before..."
"But it's not good enough." Zhao Rong interrupted: "So we have to start changing it immediately. Time is very tight and there is no time to say more! Follow me."
The young Confucian scholar did as he was told and took the lead to leave the tent, acting vigorously and resolutely.
Gu Yiwu was speechless. Seeing this, he had no choice but to swallow his words and lead everyone out.
The young Confucian scholar took the lead, and everyone followed, and they walked quickly to the Temple of Earth in Dongshan.
Along the way, I met some Dali officials greeting the female officers of Lefangsi. Zhao Rong, who was walking at the front, ignored them and stared straight ahead.
Everyone looked at him in surprise.
Young Confucian scholar rear.
Gu Yiwu looked at each other with equally puzzled classmates.
He frowned and tried to ask: "Tzuyu, are we making too much of a fuss? The ceremony is about to begin, and things can easily go wrong if we change the order in the morning or evening."
Zhao Rong shook his head vigorously, "No, on the contrary, we were too lazy and careless before, and almost did what the leisurely Mr. Meng expected. We fell short and returned in a hurry..."
Gu Yiwu was stunned, clenched his fist and said: "Ziyu, you mean..."
Zhao Rong nodded and didn't say anything more. After all, he was the academy teacher.
The young Confucian scholar suddenly stopped, turned around, and scanned the students one by one. They trusted him and walked with him here.
"Gentlemen, this time, I was negligent before. This time, I want to hold a perfect Zen ceremony! Gentlemen, please help me!"
Everyone stared at the young Confucian scholar who had never looked so serious.
Some students who had just woken up and felt sleepy also woke up and stared at him intently...
Gu Yiwu pursed his lower lip, "Ziyu, I didn't mean to say something depressing. In fact, I have always felt that no matter how we change it, the result should be the same... Is it possible that it can really cause strange phenomena in the world?"
They are students who have just started to learn etiquette. It is estimated that even if Meng Xuezheng comes to do it lightly, there is no guarantee that it can trigger the vision of heaven and earth...
The burly Confucian scholar sounded joking, but the young Confucian scholar did not laugh along with him.
Zhao Rong looked at Gu Yiwu intently, his hands naturally dropped, and he stopped touching the things in his sleeves.
His hands were empty, but he stood there, facing the disappointed students.
"I can't guarantee it."
He shook his head.
"I can only promise that I will try my best to do it. This is the promise I made to you before coming down the mountain to Dali. Maybe you have forgotten it and just treat it as a temporary enthusiasm."
Gu Yiwu and others were silent:
Zhao Rong glanced at everyone's faces one by one.
Then, he lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves. His expression could not be seen, and he could only hear a soft voice:
"But I have not forgotten it. I have always remembered it. The enthusiasm is still there, and I can drink ice without getting cold."
Gu Yiwu and some students couldn't help but look moved.
The man lowered his head and had a slender figure, and continued to speak calmly:
"I have experienced a lot of things in the past few days when I went down the mountain, but no matter how many things happened, I never forgot the purpose of my original decision to go down the mountain..."
He suddenly raised his head, "I'm going to slap her hard on the face, and lead you to use the most magnificent gift to crush this etiquette gentleman's fussy little gift, a little gift filled with arrogance and prejudice!"
The words that echoed around were not sonorous and powerful, but they were clear and firm.
The gaze that looked directly at the students was unwavering.
Some people were stunned.
Someone avoided looking.
Some people bowed their heads in shame.
At the end, when Zhao Rong suddenly turned around and silently walked towards the Temple of Earth in the distance...
A sound of footsteps.
Two footsteps.
Three footsteps...
Footsteps sounded one after another, and the directions were surprisingly consistent.
This time, no one hesitated, doubted or backed down.
All the students silently followed the young Confucian scholar's back and walked forward!
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PS: The brother who said that Xiaorong still needs to write forty chapters, don’t run away and take my sword!!!