Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Wine, Lao Confucianism, Mo Xia Sword, and the Words of You Rong (Par
Just when two Confucian scholars were drinking and chatting happily in the courtyard.
In the western kitchen in the distance, Zhao Qian'er, Yun Niang and several old servants were busy preparing dishes.
However, Xiao Qian'er mostly just helped Yun Niang, chatted, and occasionally took a look at the dishes cooked by other old servants.
Not long after, she handed Yun Niang a porcelain plate, looked around, and saw that everyone's dishes to go with wine were almost done, so she took out a small silver spoon.
Zhao Qian'er wandered around the kitchen, 'tasting' one dish after another with a silver spoon.
At this time, she stopped in front of the disfigured old servant who was coughing and took a look at a strange dish that the old servant was cooking.
"Hey, what kind of strange dish are you talking about?"
Zhao Qian'er couldn't help but take another look.
The vegetables in the pot are one by one, like thick noodles, in the shape of long strips, about the length of two fingers. It seems that some chili oil has been poured on them, and the smell is a bit spicy.
The old servant took a step back and saluted: "The specialty of my hometown..."
Then, he said a two-letter strange name.
Zhao Qianer murmured curiously, holding the silver spoon in her hand, pinching her nose again, staring at the pot for a while, and after a while, she tasted it just to be safe.
Xiao Qian'er's peach cheeks puffed up, she chewed, savored it quietly for a moment, inhaled in a spicy hiss, but nodded.
"Hey, it's okay. It's a bit spicy, but it's spicy and flavorful. Brother Rong'er should like this...what's this..."
She looked at the old servant.
The latter nodded with a smile and repeated the two-character name of the dish. The disabled and disfigured old man was very happy when she said that the distinguished guest in the courtyard liked it.
The two chatted briefly for a while, and then Xiao Qian'er went to try other old servants' dishes with her little hands behind her back.
the other side.
In the yard blown by the autumn wind.
After Zhang Huizhi sighed, he did not immediately return the Lin Lu jade in his hand to Zhao Rong, but listened intently to Zhao Rong's explanation.
He sighed softly and glanced at the top of the Moon Festival Mountain to the east.
The bright moon, whose two wheels compete with the sun, still hangs high, being worshiped by all the people within a thousand miles of the Moon Mountain.
The young Confucian scholar in black clothes and black hair, with a face as sharp as a knife, sighed more and more:
"Well, Tzuyu, I should have thought of this a long time ago. Birds of a feather flock together and people form groups. Tzuyu knew Junior Brother Lin from Zhongnan Mountain and was given a jade by him. This is not a treatment that ordinary friends can get... That rumor
In the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, it turned out that Tzuyu helped a lot."
"Just like...just like how Tzuyu single-handedly managed the Zen Ceremony and it was a great success. It is a great blessing for Your Majesty and the Queen Mother to ask Tzuyu for help, and it is a blessing for the court."
For some reason, Zhang Huizhi looked up in the direction of the Moon Festival Mountain and looked a little sad.
Zhao Rong took another sip of this very spicy wine, thinking of an old friend buried under the green mountain, and his happy mood gradually faded. He shook his head calmly, "Brother Hui, I'm overly praised."
On the couch, the two Confucian scholars, who were sitting face to face, were speechless for a moment.
One person is looking up into the distance, while the other person is drinking wine with his eyes lowered.
Everyone seems to be thinking about their own things.
Sure enough, when the wine entered the intestines, it turned into a "story" and wanted to be told along with the smell of wine.
Zhang Huizhi stared at the bright moon and whispered:
"Since Ziyu has chosen this time to come see my brother, he has decided to leave forever and say his final farewell to us, Dali."
Zhao Rong nodded and shook his head:
"If it's not necessary, I probably won't come again, but that's not necessarily the case. If my friend wants to drink with me again that day, I can ask Hongyan to send me a letter, and I can find someone as nice and sunny as today.
In the afternoon, just take a shower and go to the appointment. Where can we not meet each other in life?"
"There is no place in life where we don't meet... There is no place in life where we don't meet good people."
Zhang Huizhi murmured several times, then suddenly turned around and said: "So, does Tzuyu really not consider coming to Dali to assist His Majesty after completing his studies? His Majesty's admiration for Tzuyu can be seen by those of us around him.
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His tone was complicated.
There is both admiration and regret, as well as confusion.
The inconspicuous hand on the knee grasped the jade bi, trembling slightly as if holding it tightly.
Zhao Rong didn't finish his words completely and just said: "Let's see. Besides, doesn't His Majesty still have a brother from the Hui? I think having a brother from the Hui is enough."
Zhang Huizhi nodded, already understanding the thoughts of the Confucian scholar in front of him.
He has no intention of establishing a successful career in a secular dynasty.
He took a long breath.
The hand holding the jade under the table also loosened a little.
Zhang Huizhi said seriously:
"Tzuyu, brother, I have actually been paying attention to this junior brother Lin who is displaying his ambitions in Zhongnan Kingdom for a long time. I also know most of his deeds. Therefore, I have always had a question and I really want to ask him for advice. Unfortunately,
Separated by mountains and seas, it is difficult to make friends."
He paused and looked at the young Confucian scholar in front of him who was listening quietly.
The body unconsciously leaned forward, approaching the latter:
"Tzuyu, you know Lin Wenruo, and you are a close friend. You should know him very well. I would like to ask Brother Ziyu for an answer. Is that okay?"
Zhao Rong, who was about to drink, put down his glass, looked at him, and after thinking for a moment, he chuckled and said, "Brother Hui, just ask, and tell me everything I know."
Zhang Huizhi looked at the young Confucian scholar who continued to raise his head and take a sip. He was silent for a while and said:
"Tzuyu previously praised me for having cultivated my moral integrity and brought peace to my family. I want to govern the country and bring peace to the world... Let's not talk about whether it is to bring peace to our family. I don't dare to dream about bringing peace to the world. I only said that there are only two left."
"I have always adhered to the teachings of sages and academy teachers and devoted myself to self-cultivation."
The young Confucian scholar in black robes patted Qingfeng's sleeves, straightened his waist, and stared straight ahead.
"I just want to be able to govern the country like Junior Brother Zhongnan Guolin, to be an unparalleled national scholar, to support the country, and to assist His Majesty. However, if one day... self-cultivation conflicts with the ambition of governing the country, I can only sacrifice one or the other. How should I take it?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong became serious and looked at the serious Zhang Huizhi with some curiosity.
He didn't speak immediately.
Zhang Huizhi stared at Zhao Rong and continued:
"I heard that when Junior Brother Lin went to Chongxu Temple to overthrow the people of Zhongnan Kingdom, he first pretended to marry the daughter of the leader of Chongxu Temple. I heard that this girl was also his childhood sweetheart, but in the end...
Ziyu should know...Junior brother Lin broke the engagement, ruined the woman's innocence on her wedding day, and became an abandoned woman before they even got married..."
"Although I admire the conduct of Junior Brother Lin as a scholar, his actions are indeed detrimental to his personal ethics. I heard that he was also despised by the people of Zhongnan Kingdom at the beginning."
"However, from the perspective of national justice, he lost his personal ethics, but in the end the facts proved that he was right. He was beneficial to the country and the people, and his ambitions were realized..."
Today, for some reason, the meticulous young Confucian scholar who used to have his hair tied up whether he was outside or in front of his wife and children at home now has his black hair shawl.
"Tzuyu."
At this time, beside the table, Zhang Huizhi leaned forward again, looked directly into Zhao Rong's eyes with sharp eyes, and said deeply.
"I don't understand how to choose one."
The sonorous and powerful words paused for a moment and then said:
"None of the teachers and gentlemen at Siqi Academy taught me how to do this, and the teachers in the sages' books also avoided talking about it. I know how to sacrifice one's life for righteousness, but I don't know how to choose between the country's righteousness and my own small righteousness. If this is the case,
At that time, I was Lin Wenruo. Faced with this choice, should I Xu Guo or...Xu Qing?"
"I...want to hear Tzuyu's answer."
Zhao Rong had already put down the wine bottle and looked at him the whole time without squinting.
After listening quietly, he nodded, then raised his head and took another sip of the spicy wine.
"actually."
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhang Huizhi's solemn expression, raised the wine bottle towards him, and said calmly:
"Brother Hui already has the answer in his mind, doesn't he?"
"I……"
"Brother Hui, don't explain yet, just listen to me."
Zhao Rong interrupted calmly.
"Actually, this is just a matter of private morality and public morality."
"If private morality and public morality can be balanced, then of course it would be best, but such beings are almost like sages in books."
"And if private morality conflicts with public morality, then...see your true intentions clearly and choose the one that is right. As long as you don't regret your choice and can bear all the consequences, then it is right.
Yes, no matter what those scoundrels say!"
Zhang Huizhi was stunned: "Cultivate oneself, govern the country...private morality, public morality..."
Zhao Rong looked at him and nodded, "Wen Ruo made his own choice back then. I never mentioned it in front of him, because this is his way, and he can bear the consequences of this choice. If he does it again, he will
If you still choose this way, I am an outsider and have no right to interfere."
"Brother Hui is the same. Although I don't know what Brother Hui is struggling with, you actually already have a choice. Although you are hesitant in the middle, well, just like you are now, ask for my opinion, but what you have done so far
In fact, we have been silently moving in that direction, haven't we? Then why bother asking others."
Zhang Huizhi, who was dressed in black and had black hair, lowered his head and murmured, "Do I already have the answer in my heart... What exactly is it?"
Zhao Rong saw clearly and thought that before leaving, he could help this friend with whom he had a good rapport to clarify things so that he would avoid detours.
"Brother Hui has always admired Wen Ruo's deeds and inquired about his deeds. After knowing that his personal ethics were lacking, he hesitated instead of decisively rejecting him... This is actually Brother Hui's answer."
Zhang Huizhi was completely silent.
Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and pushed the wine bottle that Zhang Huizhi had put down forward. The latter fumbled for the wine bottle, picked it up, and took a sip.
"Is it fair...I...I understand."
Zhang Huizhi breathed out a big breath of alcohol.
Feeling relieved, the hand gripping the jade wall under the table completely let go.
"Tzuyu, I understand, but I'm still curious about something."
"What's up?"
"If it were you, how would you choose?"
Zhao Rong smiled, drank leisurely and said: "I only agree with you, because... I have no country."
Zhang Huizhi was stunned for a moment, then laughed and shook his head.
"Is Tzuyu only cultivating herself and only being responsible for beauties... No wonder she refused the invitation from His Majesty and the Empress without looking back... However, Tzuyu is indeed living an understanding and happy life."
He glanced in the direction of the kitchen with emotion, where there was a pretty and cute little girl trying food for his sweetheart.
She was brought here by Ziyu, she must be his beauty.
Zhao Rong nodded, then shook his head, "Actually, it's just a little cleverness... At least until now, that's the case. I don't have to worry about the choice, but if I really encounter it, I must choose..."
The young Confucian scholar shook his head and said no more.
Zhang Huizhi nodded and said seriously: "I understand, thank you Tzuyu."
Zhao Rong smiled and waved his hand, ready to answer, but the young scholar in front of him suddenly turned back and shouted to the Western Kitchen:
"Mother Yun, I suddenly want to eat some soy beef. I just want to let Ziyu try it. Brother Qi at the end of the village seems to have some at his house. I went to his house for a drink last time. I brought some over there. It's over there. You can get it for me.
Come."
In the back kitchen, Yun Niang, Xiao Qian'er and a group of old servants all turned their heads and looked at each other.
Yun Niang, dressed in plain clothes, nodded, wiped her hands washing vegetables on her apron, and was about to leave.
Zhang Huizhi smiled again and said: "Wait a minute. Miss Qian'er, why don't you go with Zhuo Jing and pick up some food you like?"
Yun Niang smiled and invited.
Zhao Qian'er turned her head and looked at Zhao Rong, who nodded towards her.
But the little girl shook her head and refused.
PL: Brothers, please refresh around one o'clock in the morning. You won't fall asleep this time...
I fell asleep in the early hours of yesterday and slept until ten o'clock the next morning. I have been cooing for the past few days...a bit decadent.
Maybe he encountered a writing block, but Xiaorong got over it!