After entering the main hall, Bihua asked his servants to serve tea and sat down at the main seat. After that, he didn't take a serious look at Chu Qing, only looking at Fu San.
Logically speaking, Fu San is a servant and should be guarding outside the door, but Bihua doesn't allow Fu San to come in and sit down, and she is very attentive.
Chu Qing was too lazy to guess.
Because there are too many weird things, the eldest lady doesn’t care about things, the maid takes care of them, and the maid is sleeping after the meal, and the eldest lady waits with the guests. What is this? When word spreads about the Tao family, people will laugh out loud. How can such a thing happen?
Hospitality.
Bihua seemed to be interested in Fu Sanji, and asked with a smile: "Fu Zhuangji seems to have been in the army at first glance, but this is the case."
Fu San raised his head and drained the tea from the cup, then wiped his mouth: "Bianjun."
"Beida Camp?"
Fu San nodded.
Bihua: "Master Chu is accompanying you personally?"
Fukusan nodded again absentmindedly.
Bihua: "Before becoming a personal attendant, you must have been in the battle formation."
Fu San twisted his butt: "Mo Daoying."
Bihua clapped his hands: "What a good man."
You must know that the soldiers in the Mo Dao camp are not ordinary soldiers. The Mo Dao is called a sword. It is actually taller than a person and is very deadly. With one strike, it can cut down both men and horses. Those who can use the Mo Dao are strong men. In the army,
The one-in-a-million Xiongzhi scholar.
Under Bihua's gaze, Fu San scratched his chin, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Bihua asked casually again: "Have you ever married a wife?"
Fu San felt something was wrong even after half a reaction, and looked at Chu Qing with confusion.
Chu Qing was also full of weirdness.
It's inappropriate for you, the eldest daughter of the Tao family, to always pester the guests' guards with questions.
But Chu Qing didn't know what to say for a moment.
Bihua obviously has a carefree temperament. When he saw Fusan, he didn't say a word and raised his thick eyebrows like Crayon Shin-chan: "Why are you so sullen? My mother-in-law is dead?"
Chu Qing: "..."
Fu San said angrily: "Where does this woman come from? There is no one to marry the warriors in the army."
"That's right, whoever is a good girl will marry into the military."
Not to mention that those who are close to pigs are fat and those who are close to ink are black, Fu San has also learned to pretend recently, and said calmly: "Liang Rong is not destroyed, how can we call home?"
Bi Hua was happy: "The Liang Rong will not be destroyed, what does it have to do with your little border army? The Liang Rong will not be destroyed, why don't you get married?"
Fu San raised his eyebrows: "That's natural. If you follow my young master, you will naturally worry about the country and the people."
"Hypocritical." Bihua said with a faint smile but not a smile: "My eldest... eldest maid once said that the smaller the person, the more he talks about his family, country and the world. He worries about the affairs of the country and the dynasty all day long, but clearly has nothing to do with them. It is really idle.
"
Chu Qing glanced at Bihua slightly, always feeling that this young lady was looking for trouble.
Fu San didn't take it seriously and yawned: "I don't dare to worry about my country because of my humble position."
Chu Qing suddenly turned his head and looked at Fu San with an incomprehensible expression.
This guy couldn't have been kidnapped on the way here. There's nothing wrong with this explanation.
Bihua stared at Fusan, as if she had made an unexpected discovery: "Have you read the book?"
Fu San nodded: "That's natural."
Chu Qing coughed lightly.
Okay, just pretend for a while and it will be fine. If you continue to pretend, it will be embarrassing.
Bihua asked with a smile: "What books do you usually read?"
Fu San noticed Chu Qing's expression, but he got the wrong meaning.
What Chu Qing meant was, that's alright. No matter how good Shi Suo is at playing, after all, he comes from the Tao family, so he must have a certain level of education. If he pretends, he will be exposed easily.
What Fu San understood was, pretend hard, pretend hard, don't embarrass me, young master.
Therefore, the third brother started to show off immersively, grinning widely, and spit out two words of "whispering".
This is not a lie. When Chu Wensheng returned to Beijing, in order to improve the overall cultural quality of Chu Mansion, he forced everyone to read more books, but in the end he gave up after finding that this mandatory thing was useless.
During this period, Fu San did watch "The Analects" with Bao Guisheng for several days. To be precise, he didn't watch it, but listened. To this day, Fu San still thinks that it is called "The Analects" rather than "The Analects of Confucius".
When she heard that Fu San had really read, Bihua became more interested: "I also study and read the Analects of Confucius, but I'm just stupid. Fu Zhuangshi, then tell me, what is the Analects of Confucius."
"The words are spoken." Fu San smiled slightly: "Different people will have different perceptions after reading them. As for those of us who are scholars, we can tell at a glance that these words are actually the rules of the Tao. Confucius and others gave them
There are rules on the road. Before he came out to run around in the world, there were no rules on the road, so he made the rules. These rules are called swaying words."
Bihua looked confused: "Is that so? It's different from what others said."
Chu Qing was even more confused than Bihua.
He has not studied the Analects of Confucius much, but he is sure that he has never heard of any scholar who thinks that the Analects of Confucius is the rule of the Tao?
Bihua looked suspicious: "Can you elaborate?"
Fu San felt more energetic and took another sip of tea to clear his throat: "Do you know why Confucius traveled around the country and met the kings whenever he wanted? He was obviously the king of a country, so why did he have to be patient after meeting him?
Do you want to listen to his reasoning?"
"Is it true that the sage Confucius taught the most truth?"
"No, no, no." Fu San shook his head and said, "Think about it, Confucius was nine feet long and six inches long. Everyone said that his length varied from person to person. He had more than 3,000 disciples under his command, and he had 70 disciples accompanying him when he went out.
Second virtuous grandson, among the seventy-two virtuous grandsons, there are still many savages. His old man said he wants to reason with you, how dare you not listen?"
Chu Qing took a breath of cold air.
Damn it, it seems like this is really the case.
In later generations, the height of Confucius has always been controversial, but there are indeed historical records saying that Confucius was nine feet six inches tall, which is 2.23 meters tall. That is basically the same as Yao Ming. He had 3,000 followers, and he was still that die-hard.
My little brother, he should take at least seventy-two disciples with him when he goes out. Fu San is right, there are indeed many savages among these seventy-two disciples.
What a savage, the kind who will do anything if they disagree with you.
Imagine that a big man from Shandong who is 2.23 meters tall and has more than 3,000 followers and goes out with a group of savages wants to reason with you. Can you not listen?
Just what Fu San said, Chu Qing's outlook was completely changed, let alone Bi Hua, who was as good as Fu San, and was stunned for a moment.
But Bihua has been following Tao Ruolin since she was a child, so she still has some basic common sense.
"But the Analects of Confucius is all about principles, not martial arts."
Fu San shook his head: "That's because you didn't understand it. Which sentence do you think is not martial?"
Bihua thought for a while: "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."
"Just say you are stupid. What this means is that if Confucius found out the way to your house in the morning, you will die in the evening!"
With a "pop" sound, Chu Qing spit out a sip of tea far away.
Bihua was stunned, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense. There was nothing wrong with what he said.