i have a sword fairy

Chapter 310 Big gift and small gift (please subscribe, good brothers!)

Is there really nothing wrong with a seven-foot man who likes to eat soft rice?
This is the soul question that popped up in the minds of everyone in the reckless hall after Zhao Rong said the words that hit the soul directly.

They couldn't help but take a few more glances at Zhao Rong, who spoke with firm tone and confidence.

Many people couldn't help feeling a bit shaken in their hearts.

Is there something wrong with him, or something wrong with me.

Of course, a big man can't eat a woman's soft food, and he can't even touch a bite, otherwise he will be a stain and be ridiculed by others.

The correct posture should be that the man should be in the front and the woman should be in the back, and there should be no transgression.

This is also the truth that people in the past schools didn't even have to think about. Well, almost everyone said so, and it seems to be a generally accepted truth.

It should be right.

But at the moment, it seems that there is a lively example appearing in front of the eyes of the students.

He also ate the soft rice with relish, and asked them why they didn't eat it.

This makes people think deeply.

In other words... If it is a fairy of the level of Concubine Zhao Ling of the Taiqing Mansion next door, it seems, it seems, it seems that it is not bad to eat this soft rice...

Some male students in the lobby felt that their values ​​had been enlightened, and they looked at Zhao Rong differently.

It's a bit like looking at a life mentor and a shepherd.

Well, if it weren't for Meng Xuezheng in the school at the moment, he would probably have prepared to go forward quietly and ask Mr. Zhao for advice.

In fact, Zhao Rong is not very interested in being a life mentor and inspiring others' lives.

Especially for big men, um, women say otherwise.

For example, he used to like to open doors to new worlds for a certain stupid little fox who couldn't find his way.

Let her be inspired again and again, boldly carry out exciting explorations again and again, and challenge Hu Sheng's 'impossible', 'no', and 'don't' time after time.

Encourage Xiaoxiao, let her muster up the courage to try...and then lose her way even more.

However, what Zhao Rong said just now was definitely not intended to enlighten his classmates and Meng Xuezheng.

Just really feel it.

Zhao Rong has always been a little strange.

If he didn't marry, Concubine Zhao Ling would marry Zhao Rong.

Then Concubine Zhao Ling weaves clothes for him, delivers porridge for him, and takes care of him. From the outsiders' eyes, she is Zhao Rong's husband Gang Dazheng, and his wife is virtuous.

And now he is marrying into Concubine Zhao Ling.

Concubine Zhao Ling would weave clothes for him, deliver porridge for him, and worry about him, then she would become what outsiders call Zhao Rong's soft food, which would be despised by others.

There is no essential difference between the two.

Qingjun's behavior has always been like this, Zhao Rong and her love have not changed, and they cherish and consider each other.

If this is also called eating soft rice.

Then Zhao Rong wanted to say something sincerely.

Come more.

He likes such soft rice.

Even if he is seven feet tall, a disciple of a sage, a student of Mochi...

However, as Zhao Rong always remembered, which of Qing Jun's words was half serious and half casual.

It's the two of us living a life, caring about other people's business, caring about this and that, and it's too tiring.

I remember that at that time, when Qingjun said this, he had a focused and slightly complaining expression, and blamed him for caring too much about other people's opinions.

Zhao Rong looked at her straight at that time, and felt that he couldn't get enough of such a young gentleman.

Even if he traded the position of Emperor of the Human Race with Zhao Rong, he wouldn't want it.

No matter what Zhao Rong thinks.

But it's a pity that his heartfelt words didn't impress a certain serious woman on the court who engraved etiquette, integrity, and ethics into her bones.

At this moment, Zhao Rong saw Meng Zhengjun's smile for the first time.

Well, he reckoned it was an angry laugh.

It's not the old Jijiu's smile when he watched "Pillars of the Academy".

Just imagine, a 40-year-old woman with a straight face all day long, wearing simple and cumbersome clothes.

Sitting, standing, walking, every detail of daily life is meticulous.

Too serious, too serious.

Then, he suddenly smiled at you.

Zhao Rong felt... a bit creepy, it would be better not to laugh.

But before he could complain more, Meng Zhengjun closed the roster in his hand with a 'bang', took a step forward, and smiled.

"Okay, very good, Zhao Ziyu, you really opened my eyes today. The Mochi Academy has been established for a thousand years, and there have been thousands of students in the past. There has never been a single person who entered the library as a son-in-law. You are the No. 1."

"I advise you to be good, but you are still arrogant and righteous, and you are greedy for women's soft food. You are also the first person who has no shame."

Her scolding sound was like a sharp sword, piercing the tranquility in the school.

Also pointing at someone.

The imposing aura of a great Confucian monk rushed towards him.

However, Zhao Rong was no longer the feeble scholar who had no strength to restrain a chicken on the Qingfengge ferry.

The body of half of the monster race who reached the peak of the heaven realm changed from a dazed ant to a vigorous and tough ground gnawing pine when faced with the gust of wind.

Zhao Rong didn't lose his momentum at all, he clutched his sleeve tightly with one hand, clenched his fist and his abdomen.

With a calm expression, he took a step forward.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone in the hall, this classmate and teaching assistant named Zhao Ziyu stood upright and walked slowly.

"I don't know whether the son-in-law is humble or not; I dare not be the No. 1 in the millennium when Xuezheng is wrongly praised; as for the number one shameless person that Xuezheng said, I don't agree with it."

"Mr. Meng, as the schoolmaster of Mochi Academy, is in charge of the discipline of the six classes. He is an example for all the students. Don't... talk nonsense."

Meng Zhengjun's face turned cold.

"How dare you say that I am talking nonsense? You are not ashamed to be a family member, and you have a lowly body, can you be wronged?"

Zhao Rong nodded.

"Great behavior does not care about meticulousness, great courtesy does not hesitate to make small concessions, it doesn't matter if you are a son-in-law at the bottom, how humble, and the one who goes down is upright, sits upright, has a clear conscience, is not humble at all, and has learned to be upright."

Meng Zhengjun waved his sleeve.

"Boy, don't play tricks and talk shamelessly. Let me ask you, in "Linlu Academy Reveal", there are five religions. Which five religions are they?"

The students who were watching were slightly taken aback when they heard this.

This "Revelation of Linlu Academy" is the academic regulations of the academy, and a copy was issued at the time of admission, a thick booklet.

It's just who wants to waste time reading on weekdays.

Well, at the beginning, some people will turn it over, especially memorizing the first few sentences and the last few sentences.

After all, who knows if there will be a sudden spot check by a school boss with a bad taste, and he can pretend to be a wave when it is too late, and gain favor.

It's just that after coming to the academy for so long, Mao didn't see any of the academy bosses he agreed to.

The only one who looks like a hidden master is the old Jijiu who likes to smile.

It's just that the most common question he asks Mochi students is 'Have you eaten yet'?
And the old Jijiu is...'Sea King', well, this is Zhao Rong's evaluation.

Whenever the old man met a student on the road, he patted his shoulders and said he was a pillar of talent.

Therefore, the brand-new "Revelation of Linlu Academy" with the fragrance of ink, I don't know where it was thrown away - you can look for it at the foot of the table and bed - it is probably full of hair.

At this moment, Meng Zhengjun suddenly mentioned the purpose of the five teachings in the school regulations, and the students in the straightforward class were speechless at first, who can resist this...

But someone really resisted.

As soon as Meng Zhengjun finished speaking, Zhao Rong read softly without thinking:
"Father and son have relatives, monarchs and ministers have righteousness, husband and wife are different, seniors and children are orderly, and friends have trust. The purpose of the five religions."

After finishing speaking, he paused slightly, "Xuezheng wanted to say, did the students violate the 'distinction between husband and wife'?"

The so-called difference between husband and wife, husband and wife have true love, but also have the distinction between inside and outside, the husband is the main one, and the wife is the obedience.

Meng Zhengjun said coldly: "Is there even a need to talk about this point? You have violated the academy's rules, and you still have to argue?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then shook his head.

"There is no need to quibble or even argue about this point. Mr. Xuezheng will know it when he sees it. Qing Jun and I raise our eyebrows in the case, and sing in harmony. She is also virtuous, and she is not the kind of domineering temperament."

Meng Zhengjun didn't stop, and listed them one by one.

"You are familiar with the school rules, huh, but you don't know who's stomach you read, let me ask you."

"There is a saying in the school rules: Punish anger and suffocate desire, and improve good. Have you restrained greed and lust? Do you have any intention of correcting this wrong thing?"

"The school rules also say: the key to self-cultivation is to be righteous and not to seek profit. Have you used etiquette to correct yourself and not to be greedy for profit and enjoyment? And..."

Afterwards, she snorted coldly with a solemn expression.

"A mere son-in-law, concealed by his wealth, dares to speak plausibly."

Zhao Rong shook his head lightly, Meng Zhengjun was still holding on to his soft food.

Zhao Rong felt that in the final analysis of this matter, apart from her contempt and prejudice against the identity of her son-in-law, there was also a motive for not believing him, Zhao Ziyu.

It is estimated that he is a greedy and lustful person.

Zhao Rong knew the source of Meng Zhengjun's remarks and how to refute them, but he didn't waste his time talking.

Dirty water splashed, passively washed, can't be washed away.

He suddenly said seriously:

"Meng Xuezheng respects etiquette, and I know it well, but etiquette is divided into big and small."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, glanced up and down boldly at Meng Zhengjun, then turned his head, and looked at Yu Huaijin seriously.

Because the two women are similar, they respect etiquette to the extreme.

Not to mention the great gift, they would not let go of even the smallest gift, and strictly abide by it.

Zhao Rong said sincerely: "Small rituals are certainly important, they are things that we are in contact with daily and can be subtly influenced, but compared with them, the great rituals and great virtues that educate the world are what our generation of Confucian scholars want to pursue in their entire lives."

The audience was silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the man unconsciously.

Zhao Rong was dressed in a slim Confucian shirt, standing upright like a sword, with clenched fists and hands, focused eyebrows and clear voice.

"I feel that when it comes to great gifts, Confucian scholars of my generation will strive for even the slightest detail, but for everyday small gifts..."

He stared at Meng Zhengjun and shook his head.

"Why is Mr. so sticky about the details, and finally drew the ground into a prison, not only restraining himself, but also restraining others."

As soon as the voice weakened, the field fell silent for a while.

Although Zhao Rong's expression was still calm, the next moment he felt the oppressive force that suffocated him just now, and most of it subsided immediately.

Meng Zhengjun, who was originally imposing, suddenly became 'quiet'.

The aggressive momentum and coercion seemed to have subsided.

She looked at the young student who was slightly taller than him but dared to talk back to her with certainty and coercion.

Who dared to disobey her in the academy before?

Meng Zhengjun felt that this son-in-law seemed a little timid.

but.

"You son-in-law, you still dare to talk about etiquette with me?" She said softly.

"I dare not, I have no intention of offending." Zhao Rong stood upright and cupped his hands.

Meng Zhengjun waved his sleeves, "You don't have the qualifications to 'ask' me right now. Big gifts and small gifts are not as simple as you think. When you are qualified, come and argue with me. Now, you are a student of Mochi, so you Leave it to me."

Zhao Rong was silent.

She suddenly said: "I have one last question, your parents, do you know that you are doing this son-in-law?"

Hearing this, Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, as if lost in some memories.

After a while, he nodded slightly and lowered his eyes.

"I'm with Qingjun Zhuma Qingmei, and the marriage contract is also arranged by my mother alone."

In the school, there were bursts of noises.

Surprise and doubt arose everywhere.

Most of the students looked puzzled, this is pushing their own son into the fire, why is this so.

Li Xueyou bit her lip and looked at Zhao Rong with sympathy.

Yu Huaijin still looked at Zhao Rong with the same calm expression, but at a certain moment, she looked away and glanced at her crystal-like jade hand holding the pen.

Jia Tengying stared blankly at this roommate who faced everything calmly and squarely.

Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong, couldn't help smiling, and muttered something.

At this time, Meng Zhengjun frowned suddenly.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong smiled casually, "Da Xing doesn't care about meticulousness. For a seven-foot man, getting married is just a trivial matter, so it's nothing to worry about."

He turned his head and looked directly into Meng Zhengjun's eyes.

Seeing his sincere and free-spirited tone, the people in the hall couldn't help but take a few more glances at the 'Mr. Zhao' who taught them calligraphy.

It seems that in his heart, this "husband-in-law" status, which will probably become a stain on the reputation of Confucian scholars, really doesn't take it too seriously.

Wu Peiliang couldn't help curling his lips, how could he really not care?

There are three kinds of immortality that Confucian scholars dream of.

Lide, Liyan, meritorious service.

It's all for the sake of reputation, and it will last forever, but it turned out that you, Zhao Ziyu, were lucky and married directly.

You really don't care?

Anyway, Wu Peiliang didn't believe it.
And even if you, Zhao Ziyu, don't care about the taint of your son-in-law, many people care about the reputation of Mochi Academy and Linlu Academy.

Meng Xuezheng right now is one of them.

Faced with many different gazes, Zhao Rong's face remained normal, and he did not open his mouth to explain.

Meng Zhengjun looked at Zhao Rong with a straight face for a while, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

She raised her hand suddenly and took out another book from her sleeve.

Meng Zhengjun casually took a writing brush of Yu Huaijin, glanced at Zhao Rong, then lowered his head, and wrote something on the book.

Zhao Rong glanced down. Although he couldn't see the contents of the book in her hand, he was familiar with the strokes.

Zhao Rong soon discovered that Meng Xuezheng, who came suddenly today, seemed to have just written...Zhao Ziyu.

As for the following words, it was because Meng Zhengjun's writing was scribbled and he was not familiar with her writing habits.

Zhao Rong couldn't tell the difference.

Why write his name?

Small report?
Key observation objects, um, commonly known as blacklist?

Or... the academy's shame list?
Zhao Rong blinked, guessing that if the latter is the case, he can be in the front row.What an embarrassment.

Not long after, Meng Zhengjun put away his pen and the book at the same time.

She shook her head lightly, did not look at anyone, but nodded to Yu Huaijin, then turned around and left the whimsical hall.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong didn't care, and shrugged slightly.

　Thanks for the reward of 16600 starting coins from the good brother 'Hug Gu Ge'!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)