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Chapter 485 Empress, what's wrong with using your towel?
Before Zhao Rong came down to Dali this time, he was invited by Linlu Academy's top-ranked student Yang Wuwei to go to the seventh floor of the library.

This Senior Brother Yang doesn't know whether it's because he has similar tastes, or because he has a unique vision, and he has a heart of cherishing talents.

Because of Zhao Rong's casual comments on a small unofficial history of Nankang, he was invited to go to the building to compile the history together.

Joined the Youlan Mansion History Museum, and edited the history books of the secular dynasties at the foot of the mountain for the 3000-year-old Wangquezhou for the owner of the new city of Duyou City.

At that time, Zhao Rong followed Mr. Yan's suggestion, and did not get involved in this matter in a moment of enthusiasm.

He was only invited to go upstairs, and made friends with Senior Brother Yang, who is a leader in the academy, but declined the matter of compiling history.

But this Senior Brother Yang is also a wonderful person, he just threw out a few tempting sugar-coated shells, as if he was afraid that he would not be tempted, but what kind of temperament is Zhao Rong?How can I be 'taught to do things' by others.

So he immediately slapped the table to get up, picked up the 'sugar-coated cannonball', turned around and left.

What?Do you say work?

no way.

old prostitute...

Well, in fact, Yang Wuwei threw two sugar-coated cannonballs at that time.

One is the token that can enter the sixth floor of the library.

The sixth floor contains all the imported poems collected by Linlu Academy.

As long as a monk below the golden alchemy mirror enters, as long as he is literate, his aura cultivation base will rush upwards, and it is not a dream to break the mirror while breathing.

one left.

It is the "History Book of Great Liberation" that Zhao Rong has returned to its original owner.

It vaguely records that there is a royal princess in Dali's royal family at the moment, twenty-eight years old, who is second only to the queen of the dynasty, Dali's slender waist beauty and so on, with a lot of names...

Then this princess who was in her boudoir was loved by Emperor Li and let her choose her own son-in-law.

And she is obsessed with poetry and books, and she admires the talents of the academy.

Especially the Confucian students of Linlu Academy and those of Siqi Academy...

Well, another small detail.

It is also written in the book that this beautiful woman from Dali threatened to surrender her status and marry Lin Lu Caijun as a concubine, otherwise she would not marry for life.

Emperor Dali was open-minded, agreed to the matter, and gave her a generous dowry.

Now, this Princess Dali, who pursues free love, is living alone in a quiet and luxurious manor outside Hanjing.

Guarding the expensive dowry, looking forward to meeting a certain talented Lin Lu who just happened to pass by...

What made Zhao Rong feel very outrageous at the time was that the book also recorded in detail where the location of this charming golden house was...

Good guy, you are a good history book, why are you writing this thing?
What about geographical travel notes?
It was agreed that you would send envoys to send Zhengshi to the academy, but in the end they sent this thing...

There are bad people among the people.

After Zhao Rong sighed on the spot, he bent down and picked up the Dali history book that was thrown on the ground by the upright Yang Wuwei, patted the ashes on the cover, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Well, Senior Brother Yang, you don't want to throw it on the ground, then I'll return it for you.

As for the first sugar-coated cannonball, it is too expensive, and it is too difficult to go whoring for nothing, so Zhao Rong didn't have the cheek to hint to Senior Brother Yang with his eyes, "If you don't throw something, just throw it on the ground and he will pick it up"... He waved his hand and directly refused up.

Zhao Rong brought this Dali history book down the mountain at that time, thinking that he would return it to the Dali royal family as a gesture of goodwill.

But after coming to Dali to understand the situation, he changed his strategy and decided not to take a clear line.

So this Dali history book has been shelved in Sumeru, forgetting to deal with it.

Now that Zhao Rong took it out, of course it wasn't to sign in to receive some "Princess Dali" gift package.

He also doesn't care whether the princess of the Dali clan recorded in this book is really obsessed with talents, or whether the Dugu family carefully created it and chose a beauty to play it.

Zhao Rong naturally has his considerations...

"Who gave it to you?"

At this moment in the pavilion, Dugu Chanyi asked.

Zhao Rong looked at her expression with a smile for a while, and spoke leisurely.

"The empress finally calmed down?"

Dugu Chanyi pursed her lips, clenched her hands tightly and read the history book.

She stared at Zhao Rong for a while, then nodded at a certain moment, and whispered softly: "Mr. Zhao was joking, why did Aijia get angry with you, just now... just to be angry with myself, Aijia's own life is not good. "

Zhao Rong smiled and didn't make it difficult for anyone anymore, "Well, that's because I'm thinking too much."

Dugu Chanyi didn't talk nonsense, and asked: "Mr. Zhao is in Linlu Academy, do you know the gentlemen in the East Pavilion on the seventh floor of the library on Shushan?"

Zhao Rong smiled and said nothing.

Dugu Chanyi's eyes flashed, "Or, Mr. Zhao, you are one of the gentlemen who study history in the library..."

Her tone softened unconsciously.

Hearing this, Zhao Rong was noncommittal, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed to the history book in Dugu Chanyi's hand with his slender index finger, "Hear it, Ma'am, this book seems to be a customary geographical travel book, some place names are quite clear... ...don't get confused and send the wrong one again."

While speaking, he stepped up and passed by the Empress Dowager Dali who was dressed in snow-white fur.

Zhao Rong walked out of the pavilion, grabbed and pressed the bloody wound on his right arm with his left hand, stood on the steps and looked around.

In the next second, he walked towards the hot spring not far from the pavilion.

"Your Majesty, please take care of the wound. I will leave the Guanghan Palace later. When asked by outsiders, I will say that I got lost in the palace and I did not meet your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty, wait for me to leave for a while before calling someone."

In the pavilion behind the young Confucian scholar, the beautiful widow was silent, tilting her head slightly, watching the young Confucian scholar's busy back with inexplicable eyes...

Zhao Rong smiled and didn't look back.

He deliberately picked the upper reaches of the hot springs that were very close to the spring, squatted on the bank, scooped up water to wash his face, and then cleaned the wound.

This natural hot spring located in the deep palace seems to have some kind of miraculous effect, or some medicinal materials and spirits have been added to it, which has a miraculous effect of stopping bleeding and healing wounds.

Zhao Rong nodded, carefully treated the wound, and casually said in a chatty voice:
"By the way, empress, I have something else to do. Your majesty is pure filial piety, and admires the teaching of teachers. He is really a good emperor, but he is young and at the age of playing...

"I think it's not good to blindly suppress, and the rewards and punishments should be appropriate. How can I say that he is now the emperor in the name of thousands of people in Dali. It's not appropriate for the empress to make him kneel at every turn. Well, don't say anything about face. After all, the empress is the mother, so it is natural for the little majesty to kneel down, but after all, I have to take care of the gentleman's heart..."

Inside the pavilion, Dugu Chanyi put away the history books, and looked up at the back of the young Confucian scholar squatting on the bank not far away.

His tone was brisk, he lowered his head to deal with the wound, and his movements were clean and agile. At this time, he spoke with a smile, as if he was chatting with her about family matters...

The beautiful widow frowned slightly.

The goosebumps on her delicate body after being touched by him, and the nausea she had been trying to bear, seemed... as if... they were not as heavy as before...

Dugu Chanyi covered her snow fur and was quiet for a while.

"Okay, then I won't let Que'er kneel. However, Mr. Zhao Da, don't you want to be Que'er's teacher, why do you want to plead for him?"

She looked down.

Zhao Rong didn't stop, still cleaning himself, shaking his head at this moment:

"Two different things. Just like here and now, when I meet my empress frankly, there is no curtain to block me, and I speak frankly and without scruples."

"But once you leave this garden, in front of people, the empress will meet you again, it will be covered with bead curtains and veils again, men and women will be guarded against each other, monarchs and ministers will be different, and I will also behave politely... ..."

"There are some things that need to be differentiated, and one size fits the other. However, the empress can also be understood as being hypocritical and likes to meddle in other people's business, haha... hiss..."

Zhao Rong smiled, didn't pay attention for a while, the action touched the wound, and immediately changed his face and inhaled.

"Humph."

The honorable widow in front of people snorted softly, seeing the antics of the Confucian scholar on the bank, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, but she pressed it down again in an instant.

Dugu Chanyi urged with a blank expression: "Mr. Zhao, hurry up, it's getting late, if you don't go out, you will arouse suspicion, and your reputation will be ruined."

Zhao Rong nodded, his movements quickened, and then he couldn't help turning his head, looked in the direction of Dugu Chanyi, squinted and asked:

"Your Majesty should love the late emperor very much, and she attaches great importance to etiquette and reputation."

Dugu Chanyi's face turned cold, she didn't answer, and asked lightly:
"Heaven and earth, monarchs, relatives and teachers, monarchs and ministers, husbands and wives, fathers and sons... High and low, old and young, all human beings, are the cornerstone of imperial power..."

"Aren't you Confucian scholars admiring these rituals? Asking the emperor's family to take the lead in setting an example, isn't what Aijia and His Majesty are doing not in line with the wishes of your Confucian disciples?"

Her voice was as crisp as a yellow warbler, but her tone became colder as she spoke.

Retorted.

"Mr. Zhao Da, it's good for you. Instead, I came to ask why the Ai family is so respectful. Oh, it's really..."

The beautiful widow paused in her words, as if there was still something left to say.

Zhao Rong turned his head, squinted his eyes and tried to see her expression from a distance.

"Is your empress trying to say that it's a big joke that you are falling into the world, or that you are hypocritical as a Confucian scholar?"

"Heh, the Ai family doesn't dare to say these rude words, and they don't dare to question the saint. Mr. Zhao, don't talk nonsense."

Dugu Chanyi raised her chin, turned her profile to someone, looked up and squinted at the cloudless sky outside the pavilion.

"Oh? Didn't your empress have some sincerity when practicing these 'rituals'? It shouldn't be just a show for others to see."

Dugu Chanyi snorted, curled her lips, "Of course not, of course Aijia is... sincerely."

The young Confucian scholar squatted on the bank and nodded.

"That's good...whether it's a big gift or a small ceremony, it's right in itself. The original intention of our Confucian scholars to promote etiquette is also good, but etiquette is only a formality after all. My Confucian sages of ancient and modern want to borrow What Lilly realized is the real human ethics behind it, which are loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, and faith..."

He stretched out his hand to scoop up a handful of water, clenched his fist and grabbed it hard, and all the water leaked out.

"If there is no such true feelings, then what is the meaning of this formal ceremony, it is just for others to see. Advocating the emperor's family to take the lead and model, where is it just pretending, can't the emperor's family have some warmth... If all If ritual is regarded as a form, then 'ritual' may be stolen by selfish rulers and become a tool to control the people."

"And once someone succeeds once, steals the rites of the saints, and absorbs huge power, then there will be a second person, a third person..."

"It's a group of thieves!"

The young Confucian scholar's tone was slightly heavy, and his eyes were downcast.

Dugu Chanyi turned her head, narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Oh? It turns out that Mr. Zhao still has this kind of worrying thinking, big thief... so you Confucian scholars also know that some things you do are contrary to your wishes, so why are you making such troubles? ?”

She chuckled a few times.

Zhao Rong leaned back and squatted on the ground, his shoulders slumped slightly.

"I discussed this with a fellow Taoist who was able to talk to me before, but it was a little deeper...Saints and thieves...not just rituals can be stolen...even the word 'saint' itself can be stolen."

He lowered his eyes and sighed slightly:

"However, I don't have the same views as him. There are some disputes... That fellow Taoist is more pessimistic, and his words are also fierce."

"What about Mr. Zhao?"

"Me? I don't agree with his point of view. I always feel that I should do something... I can't do nothing and let nature take its course, because the wisdom of the world has already been opened, and I can't go back to the 'chaos' barbaric. But..."

"But I'm actually quite pessimistic, and I just deny his methods, but I don't have my own. So, at that time, no one could convince anyone at all."

The young Confucian scholar reached out and rubbed his face fiercely, then murmured:
"That fellow daoist also asked me the next question, and I don't know how to answer it..."

"Oh? What's the problem?"

The young Confucian scholar fell silent, cleaning the wound silently.

That day in Tao Yuanran's class in the bamboo forest of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion, before leaving, the old man asked him.

Facing the thieves, how should he be "promising"?What should a saint do...

Dugu Chanyi in the pavilion didn't urge her, and quietly looked at the back of the Confucian scholar squatting on the ground.

There has been silence between the two.

Neither of them knew what they were thinking.

Zhao Rong raised his head and chuckled softly:
"It's nothing. But there is one thing I can say. Although the bandits are rampant, the perpetrators have no descendants..."

In the distance, the Empress Dowager Dali frowned, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Rong looked at her and said sincerely: "Mother, this is very simple to understand, so let's make an assumption, assuming that you are a big thief, and you played with this 'ritual'."

"What is teasing, what kind of indecent word are you using?"

"Well, well, that's stealing, assuming you are a bad person, stealing the 'li', ingesting powerful power, and doing some bad things, but have you ever thought that this 'li' will be stolen one day? It was stolen by others, used by other thieves, and hurt you in turn?"

He sighed, lost interest and said:
"It's a good 'gift'. After being fought over by a group of thieves, it has changed its flavor and is not very interesting. So the one who started it has almost no descendants... If he came out and became a thieves, he must pay it back."

The beautiful widow in the pavilion nodded her head lightly.

After she said "oh", she stopped talking.

Zhao Rong also bowed his head and continued to wash the wound.

The two were speechless.

The air on the field was quiet for a moment.

The woman suddenly snorted, "So that's what it means. Mr. Zhao's analogy is quite interesting."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

"It's just idle and boring, thinking about it occasionally. Some things...let the saint worry about it. I, a little Confucian scholar, can do my own thing well."

He didn't mention it any more.

Afterwards, the two fell silent again.

After a while, Zhao Rong let go and exhaled.

Finally cleaned the wound.

He turned his head to look left and right, his gaze paused, and he landed on a large bamboo basket next to him.

I saw a lot of white towels neatly stacked inside.

It is embroidered with gold thread, which is very luxurious.

Zhao Rong reached out curiously and touched it. Some towels in the basket were slightly wet, while others were quite dry. They were stacked together...

"Hey, these clean towels belong to the empress? There are quite a lot of them. Cough empress, please borrow another one."

"No." A certain queen mother said immediately.

She stared slightly, subconsciously took a step forward, but the two of them were far apart, but there was no time to stop the movement of a certain Confucian scholar.

At this moment, he had already pulled out a towel that had wiped her delicate body.

Zhao Rong sighed: "Ma'am, it's just your towel, don't be so stingy, don't you have many more, and you don't lack it."

Dugu Chanyi: "..."

These 99 luxury towels, 'each with its own duties', correspond to different positions of the delicate body, and some parts that are easy to get wet will be divided into several towels for wiping, so the dryness and wetness are different.

The woman shyly said: "No! You put it down, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he got stuck, because the young Confucian scholar not far away had already picked it up, sniffed it lightly, and muttered, "Uh, it's quite fragrant, the things used by the empress are exquisite..."

Dugu Chanyi: "!!!"

"...But why does Xiangli feel a bit strange..."

"???"

Zhao Rong didn't know, he randomly picked out a towel corresponding to a strange part, tore it into several strips, and bandaged the wound.

The beautiful widow in the pavilion stomped her feet secretly in shame, but she had no choice but dared not tell the truth...

Soon, Zhao Rong changed into a clean Confucian shirt.

Cover the bandaged wound with a wide sleeve.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned his head and looked at Dugu Chanyi for a moment.

For some reason, the latter's cheeks were a little flushed, especially against the background of her snow-white fur.

She didn't look at Zhao Rong, but stared at the ground next to her, as if she was angry with the floor.

The two were silent for a while.

Zhao Rong nodded, turned and left the bath garden.

No farewell was said.

Dugu Chanyi was standing beside the beauty's couch in the pavilion, at a certain moment, her eyes shifted, and she watched his back leave.

The eyes are a little hard to say.

After about a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong copied his sleeves and left Guanghan Palace leisurely.

In his hand, he was holding a colored ribbon quietly brought out...

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　Thanks for the 1500 coin reward from the good brother of 'The Past Doesn't Follow the Wind'!Thanks for the 1500 coin reward from the good brother 'Single Push Takagi'!Thank you two brothers for your support! !

　　
　
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