Except for Yun Zheng, none were happy.
Old Baquiao came to Sichuan specifically to find faults;everyone disliked such people."Don’t get upset.
We should be clear-headed.
Old Baquiao is a famously upright person who wouldn't lie or betray his conscience.
In the Qin Feng Circuit, even knowing I was using him for my benefit, he still gathered the Cai family’s members as farmers and acknowledged my designated pastures, arguing with Fu Bi firmly.We have no private motives;we aim to enhance Great Song's prosperity.
As long as our intentions are pure, Old Baquiao will only be of help.
His visit is what I wish for most.Our growth has been too rapid.
You haven’t seen the other camps, so your perception of military units comes from Ji Ziying alone.
If you visited other camps, you would have nightmares.
Being protected by such people and not becoming vassals yet is a stroke of luck.Let Old Baquiao scrutinize Ji Ziying carefully through his mouth.
His words will inform everyone that there’s an army still striving in Great Song.
An upright person with excellent character can speak on our behalf more effectively than a thousand words.Since we’re asking for help, it’s proper to serve him well.
After all, he is a respected elder who must not be disrespected or doubted.
We must honor elders as juniors should.
Zhou Tong, fetch the zither;you play quite well.
You’ll play to entertain Old Baquiao tonight.
Wu Jie, prepare ink and brush for painting this scene.
He Da Yi, your lyrics are good;recite them in between.
Lang Tan and Jiang Zhe, arrange wine and drums.
I’m going to cook."The staid He Da Yi whispered, "Master, aren’t we acting shamelessly?"Yun Zheng glared at him, saying, "Have you forgotten that we’re scholars?This is crucial.
We used military methods earlier, almost making Old Baquiao forget his scholarly identity.
That’s not a good sign.
We joined the army to strengthen our martial prowess, not kneel before officials.
Future interactions with other officials should follow scholar etiquette, not military practices—very important.
Wu Jie will paint it and have Su Xun inscribe on it later tonight for the guests from Chengdu.
It must be framed and presented to Old Baquiao tomorrow in Dongjing, so everyone knows we’re respectful juniors, not ambitious killers!Remember to wear scholar robes when you come;all of us must display our scholarly demeanor.
Anyone acting like a commoner will walk from Chengdu to Mount Emei!"In the early evening, countless guests arrived at the banks of Dujiangyan.
The soldiers and families of Ji Ziying quickly set up an elevated stage under the moonlit sky.
Zhou Tong walked onto the stage with two boys carrying an ancient zither.
After lighting incense, he bowed, signaling his intention to play.
Strumming the strings, he began a melodious tune.Wu Jie also approached, wearing neat clothes, unlike Zhou Tong’s casual attire.
He placed two giant lanterns next to him and started painting...Yun Zheng leaned against a pillar, eating a large watermelon.
"Old Baquiao visited Dujiangyan;I wish I had something better to offer.
Let me play 'Three Waves' as a tribute." Old Baquiao drank his cup and said, "Play, and let me appreciate."Zhou Tong took the peach, placing it on the incense burner, and began playing...Wu Jie stepped forward, holding two large oil lamps, and started drawing...rs Fast update, no ads please.