The little emperor at the back couldn't help but take a second look at this pair of beauties who were jealous of Mr. Zhao.

There was a look of envy and admiration on her little face.

The little emperor knew Su Qingdai. He heard people around him often say that she was the proud daughter of Ziwei Pavilion. She was famous as the Iceberg Fairy among the fairy families in the northern mountains of Dali. Now it seems that she is also in front of Mr. Zhao.

The iceberg melted, my heart fell, and I competed with another beautiful sister next to Mr. Zhao...

The young man thought to himself... Mr. Zhao is still very powerful. He can hold the hand of whomever he wants, and he can do whatever he wants.

Little did Zhao Rong know that he suddenly became the little emperor's idol in some respects.

Zhao Rong saluted the young emperor and said, "Your Majesty has come to pick up the ship, and I am very frightened."

Although his status is only temporary, he is indeed an official of the Ministry of Rites of Dali at the moment.

"Sir, get back on your feet quickly, don't be too polite." The handsome little emperor quickly supported him and said with a smile:

"I also miss Mr. Zhao. Yesterday I finally asked for leave from my mother and went to see you at home. However, I learned from Fairy Su that you had gone back to the mountain, so I had to go back disappointed."

He scratched his head and said, "Last night when I was reading in the royal study, I heard Mr. Zhang say that you would be back today, so I quietly slipped out to pick you up, sir."

"Brother Zhang?" Zhao Rong frowned slightly and turned to look at Su Qingdai behind him.

The latter shook his head, thought about it, and said crisply:

"Tzuyu, last night a royal censor named Zhang came to see you. He seemed to have held a banquet at his house and wanted to invite you to it. He said that some other senior fellows from the academy were also attending.

I ask you to come with us to get familiar with each other."

She glanced at Zhao Rong's face and said cautiously: "But you were not here at the time, so I didn't talk to him much. Later, Zhang Yushi went to find Mr. Gu and the others."

Zhao Rong looked back and nodded slightly.

The date and route of his return were only revealed to Gu Yiwu and Su Qingdai. Now that I think about it, it was Gu Yiwu and the others who told Zhang Huizhi.

Therefore, the latter learned about Zhao Rong's return today early yesterday.

As for the various forces at the ferry today sending people to pick up the ship, Zhao Rong was not surprised.

This Yunhai ferry didn't just stop at Hanjing, it had already entered the territory of Dali in the morning. The news of Zhao Rong's return could not escape anyone who was interested. His every move at this time was the focus of the entire Dali.

It's hard to say that before going to bed every day, the Queen Mother of the Dugu family would listen to Xue Can and other Li Nu carefully describe Zhao Rong's schedule for the day before going to bed peacefully...

The young Confucian scholar frowned.

"When we first met Senior Brother Zhang, I thought he was cold and noble, but now I see he is quite warm. He came to me for a drink so soon..."

The little emperor nodded in agreement, "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhang is indeed cold-faced and warm-hearted. Although he is sometimes strict with me in class, he is also very kind when we get along with him in private."

The young man praised his teacher.

Zhao Rong nodded.

He looked at the little emperor's expression.

I saw this young man in yellow clothes with a smile on his face. He seemed to be in a good mood, and there was no trace of the emotion from that day on his face.

Therefore, I don’t know if he kept his original words of wanting to kill someone in his heart, or if he just said it in a young man’s anger.

Zhao Rong smiled and stopped mentioning what happened that day.

He glanced at the little emperor who was lingering and said proactively: "Your Majesty is here. In addition to receiving the minister, is there anything else?"

The little emperor blushed, nodded a little sheepishly, and whispered: "Mr. Zhao, are you free now?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while and nodded, "There is something, but it's not urgent. You can wait a little longer. If your Majesty has something important to say, you can tell me."

The handsome young man looked at the people on his left and right.

Zhao Rong took a step forward and walked out alone, leading the little emperor in front, putting some distance between himself and Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai and Xianyueli girls behind him.

The two took the lead on the official road.

"Your Majesty can speak now."

Zhao Rong held his sleeves and raised his head slightly, looking at the bright autumn sun in front of him. The sunlight fell on his face, coating it with a layer of pure white light.

The little emperor tilted his head and saw this scene, slightly lost in thought.

His low tone could not help but become high-spirited, and his smile was as brisk as the wind in front of him:

"Mr. Zhao, I... I ran away from class. Those big sisters in Lefangsi will definitely report it to my mother. She has a bad temper recently and she will definitely kneel on me again. Ahem, I came to pick up Mr.

You just ran out, you can't just die without saving me, well, the book calls this... this is called..."

The young man was dancing and trying hard to remember a certain domineering and touching word.

"Speaking of loyalty?"

"Yes! This is called loyalty! Heroes and men in books are all like this. We scholars must also be loyal."

The little emperor nodded, his shoulders relaxed, and his tone was relaxed and cheerful.

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head.

Are you sure you don't want to have fun and relieve your boredom?

He stretched out his hand to make an umbrella to block the sun, and looked at the magnificent and new Hanjing city wall in the distance.

"Yes, it makes sense. How can Your Majesty ask for help from a humble minister? Well, we scholars are all about loyalty, but we shouldn't embarrass others too much, right?"

"Of course! Mr. Zhao, I want to take you to Guanghan Palace, to the empress, and let's have lunch together. The empress really wants to get close to you, but you don't do it as a high official, and the banquets held a few days ago are also postponed.

Refuse... So, if I can take you to dinner, the queen mother will be very happy, and maybe she won't punish me by kneeling down."

Guanghan Palace is the residence of the Queen Mother Dugu in the imperial city.

When Zhao Rong heard this, he didn't answer and turned around.

He said in a casual tone: "Did your mother give you this meal request?"

The little emperor shook his head, thought for a while, raised his head and said seriously: "The Queen Mother didn't ask me to take you there, but I am a little selfish. It's just that her advances in the past few days have been rejected by you. I don't want the Queen Mother to be sad, and it happened to be...

If I can be exempted from punishment, I think Mr. Zhao will agree."

Zhao Rong nodded.

A few days ago, the Dugu family did have a request for a private banquet, but he wanted to implement the "ambiguous and repeated jumps" strategy, so he never agreed.

Besides, it probably wouldn’t be interesting to go there.

The Dugu family will definitely not show up, and they will wear veils and beaded curtains when eating together, which is even more exaggerated than the isolation of infectious diseases.

He and she sat as far away from each other as Sha Que to eat, with a long table in the middle, making it difficult to pick up the dishes. Well, they couldn't pick up the same bowl of dishes because they were in full view of everyone and had to observe etiquette and so on...

…

So did you study royal etiquette in the past?

The young Confucian scholar was quiet for a while and suddenly said:

"Then do you know why your mother is so anxious to get close to me?"

"knew."

"oh?"

"It's about the Conferment Ceremony. My mother said that success or failure depends on this one move. Only by winning this Conferment Ceremony can I step out of the shadow of my father and become the true master of the land under my feet."

The handsome young man turned his head and looked around at the suburban scenery with beautiful mountains and clear waters and crisp autumn air.

The young Confucian scholar was slightly surprised and said in a curious tone, "Oh? Then you never thought of asking me for help?"

The handsome young man raised his head and asked:

"Mr. Zhao, why do we need your help? Isn't the ceremony of consecration a blessing from heaven? It is the heroic spirits of Li's ancestors who choose the true monarch of Li in heaven?"

"As my mother, I am close to you, don't you hope that you can hold the ceremony completely and fairly? You are responsible for the ceremony."

"Although I don't quite agree with what she did. After all, she doesn't trust Mr. Zhao too much. She wants to deliberately win over her feelings. It's unnecessary. It's still a troublesome way for adults to exchange favors and exchange interests. I've seen it in books.

.”

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and looked at the stones under his feet.

"But my mother is worried about the grand ceremony, but I understand it. After all, it is really important. She said... many people think that our mother and son will die, both openly and secretly. We should pay special attention to... the two warriors...

"

"Mother... I really want me to be the one chosen by the ancestors and be born auspicious in the ceremony. Although I don't know what I have that is worthy of the attention of the ancestors in the Nine Heavens Han Palace. I... I

I just don’t want to see my mother sad. After my father leaves, she is the only relative I have.”

The young man's voice was a little deep.

The young Confucian scholar turned to look at him and was silent for a while.

After taking off his dragon robe, he looked like an ordinary boy from Hanjing.

The young Confucian scholar turned slightly sideways and looked at the imperial city buildings not far away, as if he was squinting and looking carefully:

"Then have you ever thought about yourself? Only if you win the Zen Ceremony and be born auspicious, can you have the opportunity in the future... to avenge the death of your hand."

The handsome young man was quiet for a while, then suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, didn't you say that I can only rely on myself for this? Do I have to rely entirely on the will of God? Go and ask the ancestors, please...please...please help me secretly?"
To be continued...