Seeing that he didn't take the initiative to speak, Rong Zhuo put on an expression of self-reproach, and took the initiative to speak: "After I went back these few days, I often think of Brother Lin's advice that day. As a student of Mr. Ji, I am so dissolute now. It really embarrassed his old man."

He thought about self-examination first, and then a turning point, saying that he couldn't change it.

When Lin Yuan is excited, he should take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"I don't agree with what you said." Lin Yuan restrained his smile and said: "Rong Zhuo, let me ask you, Mr. Ji, as a great scholar in my dynasty, is respected by others? Is it because of his profound knowledge and character? Or rely on your own students?"

As soon as he said this, Rong Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little dazed, "What is it?"

"Naturally, he relies on his own knowledge and character." Lin Yuan said again, "Although the teacher is not strict, but Mr. Ji has so many excellent students, he doesn't need to rely on you to support the appearance of Mr. Ji. So No matter how slutty you are, you will at most teach him to be disappointed, but it will not make him ashamed."

"Then I...is that right?" Rong Zhuo asked.

Lin Yuan's words made him unsure of how to continue.

Rong Zhuo's face was originally innocent, but now, with a cautious look, he seemed more obedient.

Lin Yuan stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Don't blame yourself too much. It is common for young people to make mistakes, and knowing their mistakes can make a big difference."

"I..." Rong Zhuo sniffed, biting his head and continued to pretend, "I already promised that little boy that I would love him well, how can a man be unbelievable? I'm afraid I can't change it. It's gone!"

Hearing this, Lin Yuan sighed, not knowing whether he was helpless or too lazy to continue to pay attention to him, patted him on the shoulder again, and strode away.

Yu Jingdu, who was beside him, almost choked on his own breath when he heard the words, "You should take good care of him".

Why didn't he realize that Xiao Wanqian's mouth was so arrogant?

The young man is so beautiful and well-behaved, and when he said such abrupt words, not only did he not seem obscene, but it was like a young man who was just beginning his love confessing to his sweetheart, with just the right amount of heat and purity in his tone.

Probably because of this, Rong Zhuo has been making trouble for so many days, and only caused a little disturbance in the first two days.

At the end, even Father Rong didn't pay any attention to him anymore...

Speaking of this, everyone is somewhat suspicious of judging people by their appearance.

But the reason is not that Rong Zhuo is right because he is beautiful, but because of the appearance and temperament of Young Master Rong, it is really unconvincing to stop there and say that he is a lewd person.

His childishness that has not yet faded away, coupled with those bright eyes like clear pools, no one will believe that he went to Hualou to toss people, but will suspect that he is being slapped by a rhetoric boy. To be deceived.

And Rong Zhuo's eagerness to "show off" to others just confirmed this.

Except for the stupid boy who was carried away in love, who would give up his future and reputation, and mention his roommate when he was outside?

Before Yu Jingdu was in it, he didn't think about it.

It wasn't until today that he caught sporadic regret and sympathy from the eyes of others looking at Rong Zhuo, and then he suddenly realized.

It turns out that Rong Zhuo's efforts these days have been diverted.

The playful person was not set up very much, but the infatuated person was set up to death.

Poor Rongzhuo didn't know anything, and when the poetry meeting started, he was still thinking hard, where did he go wrong?

He also comforted himself, perhaps because the literati had a good face and did not want to show his disgust towards him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt very reasonable.

Just like he hates the prince himself, it is impossible to slap his face when he sees the other party, right?

"Young Master Rong, today's first topic is love, shouldn't you have a song?" Yongan Hou Shizi asked Rong Zhuo.

Rong Zhuo was distracted when he was suddenly called, his expression a little dazed.

How can he know poetry, don't say it right, he can't memorize it.

Fortunately, he is now a dandy, so he doesn't have to care about face.

So Rong Zhuo calmly refused: "I won't, let others do it right."

At the poetry conference, I openly admitted that I would not, and it is such a simple topic that it is shameful to fall on anyone.

But this person is Rong Zhuo, and it is difficult for everyone to be a little more tolerant.

After all, he is being sympathized with now...

Rong Zhuo was distracted throughout the poem.

It wasn't until it was finally time for the drinking session that he regained a little energy.

He estimates that today's events are almost over, and if there is no accident, the prince should be on the stage soon.

Thinking of this, Rong Zhuo thought of the idea Yu Jingdu gave him last night, and he decided to ignore everything and drink first.

Rong Zhuo has drunk with his classmates in his adult life. He knows that his wine tastes good. If he drinks too much, he just likes to giggle or sleep.

Standing not far away, Yu Jingdu couldn't help frowning after watching Rong Zhuo drink three glasses in a row.

He regretted the bad idea he gave to Rong Zhuo...

"Young Master Rong, you can't drink wine like this." Zhou Feng, who was sitting not far from him, couldn't help but reminded.

Rong Zhuo glanced at him, "It's alright, I'm fine."

"Young Master Rong." Yu Jingdu approached Rong Zhuo calmly, and when he took up the wine glass again, he put his hand on his shoulder, "Drinking will hurt your body."

Rong Zhuo's alcohol intake should not be very good, and his eyes have begun to wander after three glasses of wine.

He glanced at the tall and straight "little servant" behind him, and felt that the other party's voice was a little familiar, but he didn't think much about it, and then he turned his eyes to Zhou Feng who was beside him.

"Brother Zhou, can I ask you a question?" Rong Zhuo looked serious.