Chapter 140 Confucian Seniors
Thump thump thump, rapid footsteps sounded from behind the door, and the door opened, revealing a servant behind the door.
"The princess is back." He called and quickly opened the door.
Mo Xin seemed a little embarrassed, turned to look at Ning Wuxie, and stepped into the courtyard.
Ning Wuxie and others also followed.
This is a fairly standard aristocratic residence, completely imitating the human residential system. The courtyard where you enter is fully furnished with lotus flowers, rockeries, and welcome trees.
And the most eye-catching guy was sitting under a welcoming tree. He was wearing an open gray robe, his hair was disheveled, and he was pouring wine into his mouth.
The clear and sweet wine flowed out, but it poured all over his face and spread everywhere. The thin shirt on his chest was soaked and stuck to his body. Two hairy legs stretched out from under the robe, and he was sitting on the basket.
"Your Highness Princess, you are finally back. Luo Yun misses you so much"
He threw the wine bottle on the ground, tilted his body and fell in the direction of Mo Xin, propped himself up and raised his head and said.
"Um?"
He looked stunned, blinked, and stretched out a hand to lift the hair covering his eyes.
He looked at Ning Wuxie and others, as if he didn't believe his eyes.
"who are they?"
Mo Xin's tone was a little impatient: "Ning Wuxie is one of the Twelve Confucian Young Masters of this generation. He decided to come to the Lanyuan Dynasty last year."
"I remember I told you about this last year."
Song Luoyun, who was lying on the ground like a homeless man, suddenly trembled when he heard this:
"I, I thought you were here to lie to me!"
"Your Highness Princess, don't you want Luo Yun anymore? Will Luo Yun not be your only one from now on?"
He actually started crying, wiping away tears from his nose. His already dirty long hair and cuffs were even more disgusting now.
Ning Wuxie stared at this madman in stunned silence. He should be a middle-aged man, but from just now until now, he had not been able to see his face clearly. He had always been blocked by his unkempt hair and his beard was unkempt.
This man...is he really the Twelve Young Sages of Confucianism?
The expression on Mo Xin's face became more and more impatient, and she frowned at this grown man who looked disgusting and spoke even more disgustingly.
"Didn't I tell you to take good care of him during this period?! Didn't you know that I was going to bring an honored guest back?"
Mo Xin turned around and yelled at the servant on the side.
An old man who looked like a housekeeper lowered his head and said solemnly: "The old slave and others have tried to persuade him, and even locked Mr. Song in the house while he was drunk. But after Mr. Song woke up, he broke the door and broke out. We stopped him. Can’t stop wow.”
Mo Xin was silent for a moment, then turned to Song Luoyun, suppressing the anger in his tone, and said as calmly as possible:
"Take Song Luoyun down to bathe and change clothes, and then attend the welcome dinner I will hold for Lord Ning!"
Song Luoyun and Master Ning, the slightly different aspects of their names express her attitude.
She no longer wants to raise this Song Luoyun!
He has been in Lanyuan for more than ten years and has not made any achievements. He is holding on to the vacant official title that he obtained from Mo Xiang for him, but he is not even willing to run his own mansion. He just wants to live in Mo Xin's house and rub off on her. The servant drinks and has fun every day and is dissolute.
Because I respect Confucianism more, in order to maintain Lan Yuan's face, I didn't drive him away.
Now that Ning Wuxie is here, no matter from every aspect, he is much better than this Song Luoyun! Mo Xin couldn't bear it for one more minute!
Seeing the servants step forward to hold Song Luoyun up, Mo Xin snorted coldly and said: "At the same time, it is also Song Luoyun's farewell banquet!"
Song Luoyun, who was originally paralyzed, immediately raised his head when he heard this, his eyes widened under his messy hair: "Third Princess, what do you mean!"
"Are you going to drive me away?!"
Mo Xin did not speak, but turned to gesture to Ning Wuxie, leading him to the main hall, and at the same time ordered the housekeeper to take Chi Lian down and place him there.
Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er followed Mo Xin towards the mansion, their eyes still flashing with undying shock.
How could there be such Confucian disciples?
Or the Twelve Young Masters? How were you selected in the first place?
"Senior Brother Song..." Thinking that Song Luoyun was his sect after all, Ning Wuxie still used the word "senior brother".
"Alas," Mo Xin sighed knowing what Ning Wuxie wanted to ask.
"He came to the Lanyuan Dynasty twelve years ago. At that time, his father became more and more fanatical in order to revive the Bai Ze bloodline. The atmosphere of the entire dynasty became more and more conservative. Almost all the human officials were killed by his father." Mo Xin He spoke slowly.
"As a result, Song Luoyun, one of the Twelve Young Masters selected that year, actually chose to come to the Lanyuan Dynasty, which shocked the entire world."
"Even I thought he was my Lanyuan's hunk from heaven, trying to stop my father from going crazy."
"As a result..." Mo Xin seemed to think of something sad and shook her head, "As a result, he looked more like a human being in the first half year of his arrival."
"At that time, I was discussing with him almost every day how to contact the ministers to advise my father, but he would only give perfunctory words every time. When it came time to take action, he would shirk the responsibility in every possible way, and even persuaded me to mess with him!"
"After half a year, this guy stopped pretending and just stayed at my house. Even the most basic things of dressing up became casual. He became like a homeless man!"
Mo Xin said angrily, as if he couldn't help but clench his fists when he remembered the situation at that time.
Ning Wuxie listened with surprise, there really is such a person?
"What about cultivation? Has he even given up on cultivation?" he asked.
"That's right, I've never seen him practice before." Mo Xin frowned and said, "If this continues, in another hundred years, he will die before I reach middle age!"
"What level of cultivation is he now?"
"Concentrate, it's the late stage of concentration." Mo Xin thought for a moment and said. She hadn't asked Song Luoyun about his cultivation for a long time.
Ning Wuxie nodded clearly, becoming more and more doubtful about Song Luoyun.
He could understand that he came to Lanyuan Country to mess around, after all, that was his original intention.
But it's a bit surprising that it's so poorly presented. Ning Wuxie just doesn't want to be involved in political intrigues and intrigues, and he will never fall behind on cultivation and becoming stronger.
But this Song Luoyun, logically one of the Twelve Young Masters, must be one of the best among men. How could he suddenly become a useless person after coming to Lanyuan Kingdom?
Looking at it just now, my spirit seems to be a little abnormal...
Ning Wuxie was puzzled and could only wait for the banquet in the evening, where he should see Song Luoyun again.
Before that, he was also arranged by Mo Xin to take a bath and change clothes. Xuan'er refused the hot water prepared by the servant for her alone and instead took a bath with Ning Wuxie.
"Brother, lie down on the bucket and I'll rub your back." Xuan'er stood in the bucket like a hibiscus, wringing out the water from the towel as she spoke.
Ning Wuxie obediently turned around and lay on the edge of the bucket.
As a result, there seemed to be a discrepancy between his and Xuan'er's understanding of back rubs. He thought that back rubs require the use of towels or bath towels.
Why did Xuan'er use her body to rub him...