i have a sword fairy

Chapter 466 The appointment of drinking, the regret of holding hands

Hangong, somewhere on the edge of the palace square.

There is a scene of dead silence, which is being staged.

Dozens of people stood or fell to the ground, all silent, looking at those fresh jade hands.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at it for a while, and felt that he shouldn't eat too much wonton stew this morning.

It's all Xiaoqian'er's fault for rushing all the ravioli stew in her bowl into his bowl.

"Well, the snacks sent by King Li Xian are quite interesting."

Zhao Rong chuckled and nodded, breaking the silence on the field.

He walked forward without thinking, picked up the lid, closed the food box, and then handed a look to a court lady next to him who looked brave enough.

The latter stepped forward with shaking legs, intending to take the food box.

However, the guard who bowed his head and knelt down to present the box shook his head and said: "The prince also said that as a man of the Li family, His Majesty will definitely be able to take it by himself."

Beside the little emperor, there were two girls who were inseparable from each other, one of them frowned, stood in front of the little emperor, and lightly reprimanded: "Bold slave, why did you talk to your majesty..."

But in the next second, the little emperor stretched out his hand and tugged on the sleeve of Qianyue Linu in front of him, interrupting her words.

At this moment, the boy in dragon robe had already stood up from the ground.

Most of the panic on his face had disappeared, and now he was in a kind of expressionless numbness.

He looked at the food box that was still warm, tried to open his dry lips a few times, and then said: "I... I'm fine."

Zhao Rong, Zhang Huizhi, the young guards, and the two Xianyueli daughters who were brought by the Dugu family all looked at the little emperor at the same time.

Watch intently.

The young man in the dragon robe lowered his head and patted his sleeves. When he raised his head again, there was a forced smile on his pale, fair face.

"Thank you, Uncle Huang... I must study hard."

He moved, stared at the food box, walked forward slowly, finally came to the young guard, and finished the food box himself.

Zhao Rong watched quietly.

As if being stung by the smell of blood, the little emperor turned his head slightly, not looking at the food box.

The young guard bowed to his feet.

The young man in dragon robe said in a young voice: "What's your name? I will reward you for making a hard trip for the emperor's uncle."

The young guard looked down, complimented and humbled a bit, then announced his name, calmly accepted some money from the maid, and left.

After he left, everyone on the field fell silent again.

Holding the food box, the little emperor walked slowly towards the imperial study without saying a word.

Zhang Huizhi stood up and ordered the maids and eunuchs to fetch the sedan chair.

He is the little emperor's teacher, and the little emperor respects him, so everyone listens to Zhang Huizhi now.

The little emperor boarded the sedan chair, and this time he didn't refuse again, saying that he was going to walk on his feet.

Everyone got busy and prepared to return to the imperial study.

Zhang Huizhi turned his head and cupped his hands at the young Confucian scholar who had been silent all this time.

"Mr. Zhao, would you like to go to the imperial study together? Today His Majesty happens to be studying poetry. Mr. Zhao's poems are excellent, so you can give your Majesty some pointers."

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement without much hesitation.

I don't care if it's a joke or not.

He turned his head and glanced at the young man in dragon robe sitting upright on the sedan chair. The food box was placed on his lap and was half held by his hand. The young man in dragon robe looked a little lost.

Zhao Rong nodded lightly, that's right, the beautiful hand that the young man had been dreaming about not long ago is now in the box on his lap.

Leave it alone.

This Li Mingyi... Zhao Rong looked down.

"Your Majesty has extraordinary courage today, far surpassing those of his peers." Zhang Huizhi said softly.

At this time, Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi Zhenghe followed the sedan chair, on their way back to the imperial study.

Seemingly satisfied with Zhao Rong's performance just now, Zhang Huizhi took the initiative to talk to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

This brother Zhang was praising the little emperor's performance in the second half of the episode, and finally went to pick up the food box himself.

In fact, the initial embarrassment and panic are not so important. What is important is that after encountering this incident, you can calm down quickly and learn a lesson.

So after this incident, the little emperor should be able to grow a lot.

In fact, this is what Zhang Huizhi and he value...

Zhao Rong read lightly: "The foal of the tiger and leopard has the spirit of eating a cow without writing."

Zhang Huizhi continued: "The hub of the swan, the fledgling has the heart of the world"

The two academy students smiled tacitly.

The smile on Zhang Huizhi's face that looked like he was chopping with a knife and ax was fleeting, and he said in a firm tone:

"In time, His Majesty will surely be able to stand up to the late Emperor."

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Do you really want to be the emperor's teacher, helping the dragon to the top?

But it is also true that among all the Confucian scholars who aspire to official careers and yearn for strategies and peace, almost none of them do not want to be emperor teachers.

Throughout the ages, not only Confucian scholars, but all scholars of various schools of thought, want to display their ambitions and govern the world and the country. There are no more than two paths:

One from top to bottom.

One from bottom to top.

Regardless of whether it is the previous life or this world, the mainstream is the former, and it is even regarded as the only way, and scholars continue to follow.

As for the road behind, Zhao Rong has been studying recently, and looking at hundreds of schools, he really hasn't seen anyone taking this road, and there is no sign of it...

The so-called "top-down" is very simple. It is nothing more than assisting the top ruler, or becoming the ruler himself, and promoting the theory from top to bottom.

Radiating down from the top of the pyramid.

And in this secular dynasty, besides being a man born from heaven and rebelling to become the emperor, is there anything easier than being an emperor's teacher to "top down"?
At this moment, Zhao Rong nodded inwardly.

But on the surface, he just gave a light "um".

Noncommittal.

Zhang Huizhi suddenly said: "Brother Zhao, what do you think of Your Majesty?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Your Majesty is naturally excellent. It is a blessing for the people of Dali. With Brother Zhang and other gentlemen assisting, it is like a tiger with wings. When I come to Dali after I am here, it must be changing with each passing day."

He smiled.

Zhang turned his head in a while, glanced at him, and didn't ask this question again.

The young Confucian scholar looked at the sedan chair in front of him and blinked.

In fact, the meaning of Zhao Rong's words is simple and straightforward: I have no intention of staying, whether you are tempting, or you really welcome me to recruit talents for the little emperor, anyway, I will not stay...

When they were young, the two on the road chatted again, this time it was Zhao Rong who spoke first.

"Where is Brother Zhang from?"

"Da Li."

"Oh? Linlu Academy is right next to it. Why did Brother Zhang leave his hometown and go to Siqi Academy at the southernmost point..." Zhao Rong paused, smiled and shook his head, "I didn't mean to belittle Siqi Academy secretly. I have a good friend who is also from Siqi Academy, just like Brother Zhang, he is a dragon and a phoenix among people."

Zhang Huizhi shook his head, "Brother is stupid, how can you be a dragon and a phoenix among people? To tell you the truth, brother Zhao didn't want to go to Lin Lu Academy at the beginning, but he was thinking about it. However, Lin Lu didn't want to go to Lin Lu Academy. , and finally failed to get in."

He stopped talking, as if he remembered something from his youth, and sighed softly:
"Brother Zhao, don't worry, I have no grievances for my brother, no grudges, it's just that I didn't meet the standards of Lin Lu Academy at that time, and I spent two years idling outside the door, and I didn't get the attention of the gentlemen.

"But looking back now... At that time, I was really ignorant, conceited, and high-minded. Then I grabbed my burden and went south to think together... This time really passed quickly. It has been 12 years in a flash. gone."

The thin censor let out a sigh.

Zhao Rong said with a smile, "Brother Zhang is open-minded. Well, in fact, this is a long-term success. Later, Brother Zhang was also accepted by Siqi Academy, and the reputation of Siqi Academy is not as good as Lin Lu."

He suddenly thought of himself, speaking, Zhao Rong is also from the south, not from the north.

Zhao Rong: "Presumably, on the way to the south, Brother Zhang had gained a lot of training, or met an appreciative gentleman, and then successfully entered Siqi Academy, so that the pearl will not be dusted... This is also a good story."

Zhang Huizhi was slightly stunned, raised his head slightly, and stared at the white flowing clouds above the cornices of the palace wall in front of him.

"Oh, yes, thank you Brother Zhao for your compliment."

He whispered softly.

Zhao Rong glanced at Zhang Huizhi, he seemed to be distracted.

Zhao Rong, who was always good at chatting, also stopped talking and didn't bother.

It's just that he just turned around...

"Brother Zhao."

The thin censor suddenly said.

"Brother Zhang, what's the matter?"

"I'm free some other day, how about finding a sunny day and having a drink together?"

The young Confucian scholar thought for a while, "Well, of course, if I and Brother Zhang happen to be free, I can make an appointment, but Brother Zhang also knows that I have been very busy recently, so I have to look at it later."

The skinny censor nodded, "Of course, if you drink on a sunny day, you can't miss the important event of Feng Chan. I'll set a suitable time another day."

The young scholar smiled and joked, "Brother Zhang has a story to tell."

"It's true that there are some interesting things. If Brother Zhao wants to hear it, you can do it for him. However, the most important thing is that you can't afford good wine...don't...don't pay for good wine."

Hey, I didn't expect this brother to live in poverty, but he is also a drunkard... Zhao Rong secretly said.

He nodded, "It's natural, but it's not advisable to be greedy..."

Two Confucian students from the North-South Academy followed the dragon sedan chair, chatting all the way, and arrived at the Imperial Study Room not long after.

……

In a low-luxury study room full of books.

The little emperor sat on a chair covered with bright yellow silk.

The food box in his hand was gone, and he had changed into a purple uniform, and his complexion had regained some blood.

Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi were also sitting on the chairs. They were teachers and they were given to sit.

At this time, beside the hands of the two, there is also the royal tea brought up by the maid.

There are only three of them in the imperial study room right now.

Even within tens of meters outside the room, there was no one.

Xianyueli and the guards were watching from a distance.

This was driven away by the little emperor on the grounds of studying quietly.

But Zhao Rong felt that it was normal, the emperor also had to have a private space, especially when discussing important matters with close gentlemen...

At this moment in the room, the little emperor smiled apologetically, and said to Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi in the room:

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhao, I made you laugh just now."

Zhao Rong shook his head, staring at the young man's smile, without saying a word.

But Zhang Huizhi put down his teacup, got up and waved his sleeves and said, "Why did your majesty just laugh and say, your majesty's performance just now amazed the humble minister, especially at the end, when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, his unrevealed demeanor, your majesty has already begun She has a demeanor, presumably, in time..."

With a serious face, he praised again, encouraged the little emperor, and then began to teach him.

The little emperor listened carefully and nodded vigorously.

Occasionally a shy word of modesty.

It's just that Zhang Huizhi didn't mention the broken hand of the food box at all.

How dare outsiders touch the right and wrong within the royal family.

And the little emperor also seems to have passed the matter, often with a smile on his face, listening attentively.

Although I was afraid of the horrible experience of my youth, I forgot it very quickly...

Zhao Rong leisurely drank tea and flipped through books.

I didn't disturb the harmonious teacher-student friendship at will.

He is an outsider.

Positioning is clear.

The young Confucian scholar nodded slightly. There are quite a lot of books in the emperor's study, and there are many rare copies, most of which are brand new, and are rarely read by anyone. Right now, it is cheaper for him.

When the time came, the little emperor started his studies, and continued to study hard under the guidance of Zhang Huizhi.

Occasionally, when he encountered some questions that he didn't know, he would immediately ask Zhang Huizhi and Zhao Rong.

But ask more about the former, because it is mainly about the scriptures, and only ask Zhao Rong about the poetry.

Both the little emperor and Zhang Huizhi thought that Zhao Rong was the kind of romantic and talented Confucian scholar who was good at poetry.

The way Zhao Rong taught the little emperor was in a very relaxed and casual atmosphere, occasionally making jokes and making some interesting metaphors.

The young man couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong a few more times, and couldn't help but smile more on his face.

Zhang Huizhi's education method is completely different from Zhao Rong's.

For example, when reciting scriptures, if the little emperor's recitation was like a silver bottle pouring water, then Zhang Huizhi would praise His Majesty's sages like a courtier.

If the little emperor encountered unfamiliar scriptures, stuttered or read typos, Zhang Huizhi would use his identity as a strict teacher to question him severely, and his words made the little emperor feel ashamed.

The education of the courtiers and the strict teacher for a while made it quite interesting for Zhao Rong who was on the sidelines...

About an hour later, the little emperor glanced at the hourglass beside the table, and said to Zhang Huizhi:

"Mr. Zhang, my mother asked me to come over early for dinner today, saying that there are some fresh dishes."

Zhang Huizhi, who was sitting upright, nodded and left school early.

The little emperor smiled and asked the two Confucian scholars if they wanted to go to the queen mother's place for dinner together.

Of course Zhao Rong and Zhang Huizhi declined.

The two saluted, took their leave and left.

However, with the little emperor's permission, Zhao Rong picked up two books and left.

On the veranda outside the imperial study.

Zhang Huizhi told Zhao Rong that he was in a hurry, so he quickened his pace and walked first.

Zhao Rong, who bowed his head and flipped through the book, fell behind.

There was no one around the veranda at this time.

Zhao Rong was walking and stopped suddenly.

Somehow he thought of something, he put the scroll into his sleeve, pursed his lips, turned around suddenly, and returned the same way.

When Zhao Rong came to the study, he glanced at it first.

No one in the house.

He stood still for a moment, his ears moved slightly, and he turned his head and walked directly towards the west window.

In front of the window, the young Confucian scholar lowered his eyes.

I saw that outside the splendid and prosperous west window, which was meticulously cultivated by the maids, there was a young man, clenched his fists and hugged his knees, curled up against the wall, suppressed his voice desperately, and sobbed...

Beside him, there was a food box that was bleeding.

The jet-black flower mud under the box was dyed a bright crimson.

Zhao Rong copied his sleeves, watching silently...

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