Royal Master Painter

Chapter 188 Confucian Banquet

Yan Ci crawled out from the broken branch, his face was dark and his body was dirty, he looked like a different person from before.

He was a young man who had never suffered such grievances, he bit his lips tightly, not letting himself cry was the last pride.

But when a young man passed by him on a green bull, Yan Ci couldn't help crying anymore.

"Brother, someone bullied me"

"These damned painters, stinky scribes"

"Confucian students cultivate their minds internally, practice their behavior externally, cultivate the five views, and keep their mouths. How can they be so rude and swearing?"

"What's more, if you are disrespectful to others first, how can you ask others to respect you. Next time you meet, apologize to them first, understand?" the young man said.

"Understood, brother." Yan Ci wiped away his tears, and bowed to be taught.

This young man had a calm temperament, gentle as jade, and touched Yan Ci's head with his hands. Yan Ci was enveloped by a strange force, and when all the rain fell on him, it was blocked open.

And he himself was riding a green bull, wearing a cloak and wearing rain, and disappeared into the fields.

Before the official start of the Goose Lake meeting, the people of the Confucian Mansion will entertain the guests and friends who came from afar according to the etiquette.

Lu Daoxuan didn't want to go at first, the scribes were the most uncomfortable at this kind of banquet, but because of Li Wenling's face, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Lu Daoxuan was in a relatively private place with the other eight palace masters and high-level officials, and these sacrificial students gathered together, which can be regarded as promoting communication among the younger generation.

On the way here, Jiang Li had heard from Lu Daoxuan that this year's Ehu Festival was especially special.

Previously, the entire Eight Houses had been mediocre for hundreds of years. Although there were occasional peerless talents, the number was rare. It had never been like this time. Each house had two or three people who were expected to compete for the number one place in the Eight Houses.

The boss of the land of Yique also said that after the great turmoil in Jiazi Gengxin's year, the once-in-a-thousand-year genius like Zhao Suixian also experienced a blowout growth.

Everyone who came to the Goose Lake Club this time had a chance to win the championship in previous years, so this year's battle will be unprecedentedly fierce, and the ending will inevitably become confusing.

People from the Wen Mansion gathered together, accompanied by the Shesheng from the Confucian Mansion, which was also the usual practice in previous years. This time, the company was the No. 1 student from the Confucian Mansion, Tan Miaoyan.

The person who was forced to kneel by Lu Daoxuan before was Tan Miaoyan's younger brother, but Tan Miaoyan was obviously more graceful than Tan Zhi, whether it was true or pretended, at least he didn't show his emotions or anger on his face.

"Brothers in the Wen Mansion, it's time for meals in our Confucian Mansion, please take a seat."

It is said to be seated, but there are no seats at all. There is a food table in front of everyone, and a mat is spread behind the table.

Tan Miaoyan was the first to sit upright on the mat, and the Confucian Mansion still maintained the oldest sitting posture, kneeling, with the buttocks on the ankles, the upper body straight, hands on the knees, and then waiting for the cloth.

This stumped the people of the Wenfu, they were very casual in discussions and banquets in Qingdu, even half-lying and naked.

However, since he came to the Confucian Mansion, he naturally had to abide by the rules of the Confucian Mansion. Jiang Li sat down as if he was talking wonderfully. Within three or two minutes, he felt uncomfortable all over. He wanted to scratch but didn't know where it was itching. He could only rub his back on the pillar behind him.

For such a grand event, the Confucian Mansion's meals will definitely be very rich, and being able to taste the characteristics of Xihe can be regarded as a form of comfort.

The enjoyment of people in the Wenfu can be regarded as the acme of the eight prefectures. The food, wine and beautiful scenery are the most pleasant.

But when the servants of the Confucian Mansion brought the food, these enthusiastic Wen Manor people looked at each other and picked up the chopsticks and put them down again.

There is a small dish of sauerkraut, a small section of green vegetables, and a plate of tofu foam on the food table, and finally two steamed buns are served.

People who have cultivated to the Xuanling Realm will not be affected if they do not eat for three or five days. Above the Sunshine Realm, they can eat and sleep in the open. changed.

They have long heard that this group of Confucian scholars live in poverty for the sake of self-cultivation and abstinence.

"Brother Zhao, is this the characteristic of Xihe?" Jiang Greed asked.

"That's right, Xihe Millennium Special Meals," Zhao Suixian said with a wry smile.

A thought flashed through Jiang Greed's mind, did he go crazy just now? Why did he have such an absurd idea of ​​wanting to taste Xihe's specialties?

"I just want to taste the special features, but it doesn't need to be too special"

Not only Jiang Greed, but even Shui Wuxin was complaining, while the others in Tan Miaoyan and Confucian Mansion were eating with gusto.

Seeing a few people talking, Tan Miaoyan pointed to a sign standing not far away, and wrote the three characters 'food without words'.

Tan Miaoyan ate at a constant speed, neither too fast nor too slow, and Jiang Tan watched helplessly as he dipped the steamed buns in the unpalatable sauerkraut soup and fed them into his mouth together.

Delicious food is definitely not to be counted on, Jiang Greed can only count on drinks, there is a famous saying in the Qing Dynasty, there are [-] drunkards out of [-] scribes!
Finding a scribe who doesn't drink in Qingdu is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

Jiang Greed fumbled up and down the food table for a long time but couldn't find any wine, and then saw another Confucian teaching sign 'Scholars don't drink alcohol without reason'.

Seeing the people in Wenfu scratching their heads and talking witty words with smiles on their faces, only every time they meet in Ehu Lake can they have the opportunity to educate the literati who live an indulgent life, how can they bring big fish, big meat, good wine and good food!

In the eyes of many Confucian scholars, whether it is in the arena of the Ehu Club or in daily life, the people of Wenfu come here to receive education.

Jiang Greed thought that his purpose of coming here was to win the first place in the Eight Houses, and then find a solution to the evil spirit's curse, but if he stayed here for too long, Jiang Greed felt that he might as well die sooner.

Unable to bear it any longer, Jiang Li stood up and cupped his hands towards Tan Miaoyan.

"Brother Tan, if you violate the rules of the Confucian Mansion, will you be whipped?"

"Five lashes as a warning," Tan Miaoyan said.

"Come on then"

Talking about witty words is a bit inexplicable, so just come.

"I want to drink, I want to eat meat, and I want to talk while eating and drinking. I have fifteen lashes in total."

"This junior, the body of a scribe is not comparable to that of a martial artist or a monk. You may be injured after fifteen strokes. Besides, shouldn't scholars cultivate their morals? I hope you will seriously consider it. If you get injured, it will affect the E Lake tomorrow. Will fight," Tan Miaoyan said.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I feel uncomfortable all over, don't think about it anymore, Brother Tan, please help me"

Tan Miaoyan glanced at the schoolboys on the left and right, someone came with a whip and whipped Jiang Li fifteen times in public.

The physical strength of Confucian scholars and literati is not much stronger than that of ordinary people, and whipping is a heavy punishment for them.

But Tan Miaoyan, Shui Wuxin, Zhao Suixian, and Fu Changlin were all very surprised. Jiang Li's body seemed to be made of iron, and the imagined bruises did not appear after the whip was whipped on his body!

After fifteen blows, there was no pain or itching, which also gave Jiang Li some confidence.

"There are still four people in our Wenfu, let them hit me together."

After Zhao Suixian listened, he hurriedly took out the wine and meat from the book tube, and distributed them to other Wenfu students, and the others also toasted Jiang Lian to express their gratitude.

All Confucian scholars can't understand free and undisciplined scholars. Tan Miaoyan wanted to take this opportunity to promote the teachings of Confucianism, but he didn't expect to be at a loss by Jiang Li's nonsense.

Those bookboys who were executed were exhausted, but Jiang Li was like a monster, scratching his back.

(End of this chapter)