Li Shiqian realized that he had to do business. After all, he still relied on Mr. Qingxi to bring him into Luo Jing's celebrity circle. This was something he had managed to get. So he coughed lightly.

"It is also fate that I can meet you brothers in this Drunken Old Man's Pavilion today. We all have the same spirit and have a very happy conversation, which is very rare. The elegant scholar next to me is Mr. Qingxi, who is well-known in Luojing. He will meet tonight

We are holding an elegant cultural gathering, and seeing that you all like it, can you please go to the meeting as a favor?"

After saying this, he looked around, but his eyes mainly glanced at Zhao Rong.

Liu Sanbian was distracted looking at the scenery outside. Su Xiaoxiao was holding her chin in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking. Neither of them paid attention to Li Shiqian.

When Zhao Rong saw Li Shiqian's gaze, the corner of his mouth twitched.

We have similar minds and have a great conversation? Weren't you two the only ones talking just now?

But don’t reach out and hit the smiling person.

Zhao Rong smiled and responded: "Sorry, we are not locals. We were passing by here in a hurry. Time is tight, so I won't bother you."

Li Shiqian's smile froze.

Mr. Qingxi urged again, and Li Shiqian refused to give up and asked several more times.

Zhao Rong declined several times. Seeing that he still refused to give up, he turned his attention to the beautiful scenery and ignored him.

When Li Shiqian and Li Shiqian saw this, their expressions darkened.

"It's okay if they don't go. As a poor Taoist, I just have time. Hahahahaha, I haven't seen what the banquet hosted by you scribes looks like. Today I want to go and broaden my horizons." The fat Taoist priest Chen Hongyuan laughed.

Mr. Qingxi's eyelids twitched, who cares whether you come or not? Your body could probably crush me to death.

"Zhao Rong, can you stop studying?" Su Xiaoxiao, who had been in a daze just now, suddenly tugged at the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes.

"Um?"

"Okay?" The corner of his clothes was tugged again.

"not good."

Zhao Rong's lips curved. "As expected of you, Su Xiaoxiao, you easily said something I didn't expect."

"Go ahead and be bad, Xiaoxiao doesn't care about you anymore."

"You think reading too much will make you bad, right?" Zhao Rong said leisurely.

Su Xiaoxiao was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to him, but after a while, she still hummed softly.

"Who told you that reading too much will make you bad?"

"Isn't that what they said about Lin Wenruo? After reading so many books, the more he read, the worse he became. He did so many bad things, it would be better not to read."

Zhao Rong's smile subsided, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked down at the black and white eyes in front of him, and said with a rare serious look: "You have to believe whatever the world says."

His voice was not loud, but in the Drunkard Pavilion, where there was only the faint sound of the piano, it floated into everyone's ears along with the sound of the piano.

“To judge a person, you don’t judge him by his reputation in the public eye, not by his appearance, or even by his heart, but by his behavior and what he has done.”

"Tch." Li Shiqian curled his lips.

Mr. Qingxi and Chen Hongyuan also looked disdainful.

He is another "Confucianist" who talks nonsense and teaches people principles after reading a few books.

"But, he really did something sorry for that Lan Fairy." Su Xiaoxiao said doubtfully.

"Regardless of whether there is any inside story about this matter, this is just his personal morality and not the main basis for judging him." Zhao Rong said softly. "Because Lin Wenruo, as a Confucian scholar who joins the world and governs the country, should be favored and judged most.

The standard should be his public morality, that is, what he did to Zhongnan Kingdom."

Su Xiaoxiao seemed to understand but not quite.

"Isn't what he is doing just promulgating evil laws and harming the Zhongnan Kingdom?" Li Shiqian couldn't help it and interjected: "You are such a boring scholar. I sincerely invite you to participate in the cultural gathering, but you don't know what to do and don't know etiquette.

, and now he is talking nonsense again, and he even started to speak for Lin Wenruo, is this a Confucian scholar? They are like minks, they share the same odor!"

"I'm not speaking for Lin Wenruo alone, I'm speaking for my generation of Confucian scholars." Zhao Rong said calmly. "When you deal with our generation of Confucian scholars, don't you mean to first destroy their private morals and make people hate them, and then everyone will criticize them and downgrade them?

Public morality makes it difficult to distinguish between true and false, ruining the reputation of Confucian scholars like us and confusing merit and demerit?"

Zhao Rong's tone was cold. "Just like what you are doing now, you are obviously just arguing about the truth, but in the end you are ruining my personal morality by not attending the meeting."

"you!"

Li Shiqian was speechless.

Chen Hongyuan said sharply: "Then how do you explain his methods of causing harm to the country and the people?"

Zhao Rong suddenly looked strange. "Do you really understand the specific contents of Spring Miao Technique, Retreat and View Technique, and General Art of War?"

Chen Hongyuan suddenly felt guilty. Didn't people in Luojing always say that they wasted money and wasted people?

How could he, a Taoist priest, bother to understand those new laws in detail? The only closely related retreat method, he knew better. Isn't it just to demolish the magnificent Taoist temples and turn them into fields, and distribute them to those farmers who have no money to cultivate?

It was a retrograde step in education and extremely ridiculous. He remembered clearly this new law that harmed his vital interests.

But at this time, he had already fired his bow and had no intention of turning back, so he could only nod his head.

Zhao Rong thought about what he had seen and heard in Zhongnan Kingdom during this period, and couldn't help but express his feelings with emotion.

"The spring seedling method helps farmers, which can increase production and enrich the people, enrich the court's revenue, and kill two birds with one stone; the retreat method, returning farmers' fields, can alleviate the food crisis of Zhongnan Kingdom, and there is no need to waste effort and money on consigning food from other places; the art of war focuses on

The armaments can be replenished to supplement the border garrison and guard against the enemy's foreign invasion."

"Looking at his public morality, these three methods are enough!"

"The law is a good law, but the reason why the implementation process is so difficult and makes people angry and resentful is due to the decay of the Southern Kingdom system and the inability of people to implement it. Why should all the fault be put on the new law itself and the people who promulgated and implemented it?"

Li Shiqian, Chen Hongyuan and Mr. Qingxi looked at each other in confusion.

"And these three methods are aimed at the people at the bottom of the Zhongnan Kingdom and are beneficial to the country and the country. I think most people in Luojing live a prosperous life, are in the middle class, and do not belong to the bottom of the people. These three methods cannot bring them much benefit, or even

It has also harmed the interests of the upper-class dignitaries, including Chongxuguan. Therefore, there are people hiding behind the scenes to control public opinion. And you, either as a member of the interest group, are short-sighted, or you are led by local gossips to follow others' opinions, and you are all being manipulated.

When you are a spearman, you don’t even know it!”

Li Shiqian opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to refute him and stopped talking.

Zhao Rong said slowly: "The Chen Dynasty to your south has been reformed by the ambitious Legalist reforms. It may go north to swallow up the fat meat of Zhongnan Mountain at any time. The Taoist model of governing the country as a 'small country with few people' is no longer suitable for Zhongnan Mountain."

The situation in the South is such that it is not easy for someone to stand up and reform the law for you, but you are ignorant, using your words to make money, and destroying people's moral character."

Zhao Rong said word by word: "Why do you bully my generation of Confucian scholars like this?"

One of the only Confucian scholars in the pavilion pursed his lips.

"In the huge Zhongnan Kingdom, the leader of the country makes elixirs, the national teachers practice Taoism, the people are ignorant, the Taoist priests are inactive, the hermits hide from the world, and the famous people are dissolute, but they all do nothing."

"Only a group of Confucian scholars are thinking deeply about state affairs and patching up the gaps everywhere."

"You are all partial to private morality, but public morality is completely lacking."

"How can Zhongnan be in decline today? There are too many good people with few faults. They enjoy their rights but do not fulfill their obligations. Everyone regards them as if they were nothing. Although there are many people, they once did not fulfill their obligations.

If you do not benefit the group, but instead become a burden to the group, your husband will be miserable every day!"

Zhao Rong's words were resounding, every word was sonorous and powerful, and every sentence was precise and reverberated in the Drunken Old Man's Pavilion.

Everyone was silent.

The three of them, Li Shiqian, had different expressions. Some were pale-white, some were angry and fluttered their sleeves, or some had their eyes downcast, but none of them dared to look at the Confucian scholar again.

"Zheng!"

The sound of the piano is loud.

I don’t know if the song is finished or the person is cut off.

Sudden.

Blessing to the soul.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the place where the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Lin Wenruo left his hands on the strings and raised his head. He ignored everyone in the pavilion and only looked at the Confucian scholar who was looking back.

Smiling like a spring breeze.

"I am Lin Qingchi, a well-written man. May I ask you your surname?"
Chapter completed!