Zhao Rong thought for a while and shook his head.

"There is no need to quibble about this, or even to argue. Mr. Xuezheng will know it once he has seen it. Qingjun and I are in harmony with each other, and she is also virtuous. She is not the kind of domineering person."

Meng Zhengjun did not give up and listed them one by one.

"You do know the rules of the school, but you don't know who read them. Let me ask you."

"There are rules in the school that punish anger and suffocate desires, and do good deeds. Have you suppressed your greed and lust? Have you done this wrong thing and do you have any intention of correcting it?"

"The academic rules also say that the key to self-cultivation is to be righteous and not to seek personal gain. Have you used etiquette to correct yourself and not be greedy for profit and enjoyment? And..."

She snorted coldly, her voice equally cold.

"A mere son-in-law, concealed by wealth and wealth, still dares to speak plausibly."

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly, but Meng Zhengjun still kept asking him to eat soft rice.

Zhao Rong felt that in the final analysis, in addition to her disdain and prejudice against her adopted son-in-law's identity, she also had the motive of not trusting him, Zhao Ziyu.

I guess he is just a lustful person who is greedy for money.

Zhao Rong knew the source of Meng Zhengjun's remarks and knew how to refute it, but he didn't waste any more time.

The dirty water splashed on it cannot be washed away no matter how passively it is washed.

He suddenly said seriously:

"Meng Xue respects etiquette and observes etiquette. I know very well that etiquette is too small or too small."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced boldly up and down at Meng Zhengjun, then turned his head and looked at Yu Huaijin with the same seriousness.

Because the two women are similar, they respect etiquette to the extreme.

Not to mention the big gifts, they don't miss even the smallest gifts, and they abide by them scrupulously.

Zhao Rong said sincerely: "Small rituals are important, they are things we encounter in daily life and are influenced by subtle influences. However, compared with them, the great rituals and virtues that educate the world are what we Confucian scholars should pursue throughout our lives."

The whole place was quiet, and everyone's eyes unconsciously fell on that person.

Zhao Rong wears a slim-fitting Confucian shirt, stands as straight as a sword, clenches his fists and raises his hands, his brows are focused and his voice is clear.

"I feel that for big gifts, we Confucian scholars have to fight for even the smallest details, but for daily small gifts..."

He stared at Meng Zhengjun and shook his head.

"Why do you, sir, stick to such small details, and finally draw the ground as a prison, which not only restrains yourself, but also restrains others."

As soon as the voice faded, the place fell silent for a moment.

Although Zhao Rong still looked calm, the next moment he felt the pressure that had suffocated him, and most of it disappeared immediately.

Meng Zhengjun, who was originally so imposing, suddenly became 'quiet'.

The aggressive momentum and pressure seemed to have subsided.

She looked at the young student in front of her with unwavering eyes, who was slightly taller than him but dared to talk back to her even though he was under pressure.

Who dared to disobey her in the academy before?

Meng Zhengjun felt that this son-in-law seemed a bit brave.

but.

"My son-in-law, how dare you talk to me about etiquette?" she said softly.

"I don't dare. I didn't mean to offend you." Zhao Rong stood upright and held his hands in his hands.

Meng Zhengjun waved his sleeves and said, "You are not qualified to ask me questions now. Big gifts and small gifts are not as simple as you think. When you are qualified, you can come to me to argue. Now, you are a student of Mochi, so you can

It’s under my control.”

Zhao Rong was silent.

She suddenly said: "I have one last question. Do your parents know that you have become such a humble son-in-law?"

When Zhao Rong heard this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and seemed to be caught in some memories.

After a while, he nodded lightly and said, "I have a childhood sweetheart with you, and the marriage contract was really arranged by my mother."

Suddenly, there were sounds of surprise and confusion in the school.

Many people looked puzzled. They were pushing their own sons into the fire. Why should this be done?

Some students, such as Li Xueyou, bit their lips slightly and looked at Zhao Rong with some sympathy.

Meng Zhengjun frowned suddenly.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong smiled casually and said, "Da Xing doesn't care about details. For a seven-foot-tall man, getting married is just a trivial matter, so it's nothing to worry about."

Seeing that his tone was very casual, everyone couldn't help but take a few more glances at the man they called their calligrapher, 'Mr. Zhao'.

It was as if in his mind, he really didn't care about his status as a 'brother-in-law', who would most likely be a stain on the Confucian scholar's reputation.

Wu Pei sneered in his conscience, how could he really not care?

There are three kinds of immortality that Confucian scholars dream of.

Establish morality, establish words, and perform meritorious deeds.

It was all for reputation, but in the end, it was better for you, Zhao Ziyu, to become your son-in-law directly.

Wu Peiliang pouted. Do you really not care?

Facing many different looks, Zhao Rong looked at ease and did not explain any more.

Meng Zhengjun looked at Zhao Rong with a straight face for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

She suddenly raised her hand and took out another book from her sleeve.

Meng Zhengjun took out Yu Huaijin's writing brush, glanced at Zhao Rong, then lowered his head and wrote something on the book.

Zhao Rong glanced at it. Although he couldn't see the content in the book, he was familiar with the strokes. He soon discovered that Meng Xuezheng seemed to have just written the word "Zhao Ziyu" when he started writing, and the rest of it could not be read clearly.

Not long after, Meng Zhengjun put away his pen and book, shook his head slightly, turned around and left Suixingtang.

He didn't even look at Zhao Rong.
Chapter completed!