Zhu Leyao stared at Rong Fei's side face infatuatedly, the arousal in the corners of her mouth and eyes was almost overflowing. Seeing the nymphomaniac look of her good sisters, Liu Yingrong couldn't help but hit Zhu Leyao on the head with a folding fan and teased.
"But after all, I am a daughter and a princess, so there is no reason to find a son-in-law for myself. If word gets out, I won't be laughed at."
Zhu Yueyao sighed in distress.
"This matter is quite simple. If you are embarrassed to speak to His Majesty, just give your Queen a breather first and let her help you make the case. A sister-in-law should always have her fair share of finding a husband for her little sister-in-law."
Liu Yingrong came up with an idea.
"But who is going to tell the emperor's sister-in-law? It feels weird if I tell it myself."
"My silly sister, you used to be fearless, but why are you so timid now? Is this still the Silver Princess I know? Hey, hey, don't stare at me like that. Ah, I, the dignified leader of the four great princes in Kyoto, will not do this kind of business of maintaining matchmaking."
"Oh, my good sister, just help me this time. At worst, I won't go back to the palace tonight. How about I sleep with you?"
Zhu Yueyao hugged Liu Yingrong's arm and said coquettishly.
"Are you just sleeping together? Do you want to do something else, little lady?"
Liu Yingrong pinched Zhu Yueyao's chin, raised her eyebrows, and teased her evilly.
The image of "looking at each other in the mirror" flashed through his mind, which made Rong Fei, who was pretending to sleep while drinking wine, shudder. He quickly hummed a few times and stretched his waist to wake up.
"Rongfei, you're awake! Do you have a headache? Is your mouth dry? The hangover soup is not cold yet, drink some while it's hot."
Zhu Yueyao let go of Liu Yingrong and ran to Rong Fei's side, asking with concern.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just still a little sleepy. Just go back to the Yamen and catch up on some sleep. Rong Fei goes first, you two can do what you want."
Rong Fei said that he was about to take the opportunity to run away, but was held back by Zhu Yueyao.
"How can that be okay? It's cold and smelly in the yamen. I'd better send you home to sleep. Or you can go to the palace. You performed so well today. Mother will be very happy to know that she will send someone soon. I’m going to summon you to the palace, and I’ll save you a lot of unnecessary mistakes.”
"Well... let's wait for another day. There are many life-threatening cases in the yamen waiting for me to go back and investigate. If I delay for a while, someone may lose their life. I have been delayed here for most of the day. Princess, please calculate how many people will die. No, it's too sinful. I have to go back to the Yamen immediately. See you both."
After that, Rong Fei ran away as if running away.
"Do you think he has been pretending to sleep?"
Liu Yingrong walked behind Zhu Yueyao and asked softly in her ear.
Then Zhu Yueyao's ears suddenly turned red, and she could even feel the scorching temperature.
"ah!"
The sudden clearing of the place by the great Confucians left thousands of innocent scholars and scholars confused. Although they had also seen the strange phenomena in the sky before, their level was too low after all. It's not a big deal, it can only be a good omen that will inevitably appear when the Jin Dynasty conferred the title of Great Confucian.
After all, Dayan has not seen a great scholar for more than 20 years, and the people present are all seventeen or eighteen years old, around 20 years old, and have never seen with their own eyes the scene when the Jin Dynasty granted a great scholar.
Then the fifteen great scholars left in a hurry, which made the scholars and scholars present even more confused.
Gentlemen, would you like to know what the results of this assessment are?
Why don't you see Mr. Rong come out?
Was there an accident?
Wuxie Residence had just been cleared, and the scholars did not dare to enter rashly. Some people followed the footsteps of the great scholars to see if they could find out any information. The other part continued to stay where they were, hoping to wait for Rong Fei to come out and verify it himself.
Not long after waiting, Rong Fei, who looked drunk and had some sway in his steps, walked out of the gate of Wuxieju, and was surrounded by hundreds of impatient scholars.
"Have you met Mr. Rong?"
"Mr. Rong, was the vision in the sky just caused by you?"
"Mr. Rong
, will the assessment go smoothly? "
"Mr. Rong..."
Hundreds of people were shouting and making noisy noises. If you didn't use your spiritual hearing power, you might not be able to hear what they were saying. But if he uses his spiritual hearing power, Rong Fei's eardrums may be shattered on the spot.
Rong Fei had no choice but to smile and throw his hands around, then used his spiritual power and shouted loudly.
"Thank you all for your concern and support. I don't know the specific results of Rong. I'll just wait for the replies from the great scholars. Rong is too drunk and has to take the first step. I'm sorry."
Upon hearing this, the scholars quickly made way for Rong Fei to pass.
"Mr. Rong, there is a student carriage over there. Would you be honored to have the student give you a ride?"
Ling Xujie in the crowd suddenly rushed to Rong Fei and introduced himself.
"Forehead…"
Rong Fei wanted to refuse, but after seeing Zheng Ziqiu who was pulled out by Ling Xujie with a reluctant expression on his face, he changed his mind temporarily and nodded.
Rong Fei's nod made many scholars who also came in carriages beat their chests and regret it.
If I had known that Mr. Rong was so easy to talk to, I should have fought for the opportunity to ride with him, and maybe I could have gotten a few words of advice.
well! I just blame myself for not being thick-skinned enough.
Seeing Rong Fei nodding in agreement, Ling Xujie was overjoyed, but at the same time he was afraid that someone else would jump out to snatch this rare opportunity from him, so he and Zheng Ziqiu guarded Rong Fei on both sides, and sped off.
The three of them came to the long street. Ling Xujie raised his hand and shouted to a carriage parked on the street.
"The coachman."
When the driver heard the greeting, he immediately drove the carriage to the three of them.
"Where do the three ministers want to go?".z.br>
Hearing this, Rong Fei couldn't help but glance at Ling Xujie.
Okay, I bet this guy was bragging just now. I thought he had a private car, but it turned out he was taking a taxi.
But let's rent it out, Rong Fei wouldn't choose this anyway.
Ling Xujie, however, seemed a little guilty and uneasy, and asked Rong Fei with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Rong, are you going to..."
"You have worked hard, but if you have knowledge, you need to ask for advice. Seeing that you are quite smart, I will give you a chance to sit at your house."
Rong Fei patted Ling Xujie on the shoulder and smiled.
This Ling Xujie spoke with a standard Western accent. He must have come to Kyoto to study and prepare to attend the Spring Festival next year.
From the looks of Ling Xujie's clothes, accessories, boots, etc., it seems that his family should be well off, but he is definitely not wealthy. Scholars from other places with this kind of family background usually book a room in an inn in Kyoto, or stay at a relative's home.
Given Rong Fei's current status in the hearts of young scholars, he certainly couldn't entertain him in an inn or at the home of a relative staying overnight. That would be too rude and he would lose face.
As expected, Ling Xujie looked troubled at first, and then glanced at Zheng Ziqiu beside him.
Zheng Ziqiu understood. Although he didn't want to, he couldn't deny his friend's face and interest, so he reported his home address to the coachman.
