Chapter 140 Confucian Predecessors

Tap, tap, tap, there were hurried footsteps behind the door, and the door opened, revealing a servant behind the door.

"The princess is back." He called out and quickly opened the door.

Mo Xin seemed a little embarrassed, turned his head to look at Ning Wuxie, and stepped into the mansion.

Ning Wuxie and others followed.

This was a fairly standard aristocratic house, completely imitating the residential style of humans. The courtyard at the entrance had lotus flowers, rockery, and welcoming trees.

And the most eye-catching guy was sitting under a welcoming tree at this time. He was wearing an open gray robe, his hair was disheveled, and he was looking up to pour wine into his mouth.

The clear and sweet wine flowed out, but it was all poured on his face, scattered everywhere, soaking the thin shirt on his chest and sticking to his body. Two hairy legs stretched out from under the robe, sitting cross-legged.

"Princess, you are finally back. Luo Yun missed you so much~"

He threw the wine pot to the ground, tilted his body, fell towards Mo Xin, propped himself up and raised his head to say.

"Huh?"

He was stunned, blinked his eyes, and stretched out a hand to lift the scattered hair covering his eyes.

He looked at Ning Wuxie and others, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

"Who are they?"

Mo Xin said impatiently: "Ning Wuxie is one of the 12 young Confucian scholars of this year. He decided to come to 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, trembled all over when he heard this:

"I, I thought you were lying to me at that time!"

"Princess, don't you want Luo Yun anymore? Luo Yun will not be your only one in the future?"

He actually started crying, wiping his nose and tears, and his already dirty long hair and cuffs were even more disgusting at this moment.

Ning Wuxie stared at the madman in amazement. He should be a middle-aged man, but he had not seen his face clearly from the beginning to now. His face was always blocked by messy hair and untidy beard.

Is this man...really one of the Twelve Young Sages of Confucianism?

Mo Xin's expression became more and more impatient, and he frowned at this big man with disgusting appearance and even more disgusting words.

"Didn't I tell you to keep him under control during this period?! Don't you know I'm going to bring a distinguished guest back?"

Mo Xin turned around and yelled at the servant beside him.

An old man who looked like a housekeeper lowered his head and said timidly: "The old slave and others have persuaded him, and even locked him in the room while Mr. Song was drunk, but after Mr. Song woke up, he broke the door and rushed out again, and we couldn't stop him."

Mo Xin was silent for a moment, and turned to Song Luoyun again, suppressing the anger in his tone, and said as calmly as possible:

"Take Song Luoyun down to bathe and change clothes, and attend the welcome dinner I held for Mr. Ning later!"

Song Luoyun, Mr. Ning, the slightly different aspects of the title expressed her attitude.

She had long since given up wanting to support Song Luoyun!

He had been in Lanyuan for more than ten years, but had made no achievements. He was holding an empty official title that she had obtained from Mo Xiang for him, but he was unwilling to even run his own mansion. He only wanted to live in Mo Xin's house, use her servants, drink and have fun every day, and be unrestrained.

She only respected Confucianism, so she didn't drive him away in order to maintain Lanyuan's face.

Now Ning Wuxie was here. No matter from which aspect, he was much better than Song Luoyun! Mo Xin couldn't stand it for even one more minute!

Seeing the servants coming forward to hold up Song Luoyun, Mo Xin snorted coldly and said, "At the same time, it is also a farewell banquet for Song Luoyun!"

Song Luoyun, who was originally limp, raised his head instantly after hearing this, and his eyes widened under his messy hair: "Third Princess, what do you mean!"

"Are you going to drive me away?!"

Mo Xin didn't say anything, but turned his head and gestured to Ning Wuxie, leading him to the main hall, and at the same time ordered the housekeeper to take Chi Lian down to settle down.

Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er followed Mo Xin to the mansion, with shock still flashing in their eyes.

How could there be such a Confucian disciple?

Or the Twelve Young Sages? How were they selected in the first place?

"Senior Brother Song..." Thinking that Song Luoyun was his fellow disciple after all, Ning Wuxie still used the word "Senior Brother".

"Alas," Mo Xin knew what Ning Wuxie wanted to ask and sighed.

"He came to Lanyuan Dynasty twelve years ago. At that time, my father was more and more fanatical in order to reproduce Bai Ze's bloodline. The atmosphere of the entire dynasty became more and more conservative. Almost all the human officials were killed by my father." Mo Xin said slowly.

"As a result, Song Luoyun, as one of the twelve young sages selected that year, actually chose to come to Lanyuan Dynasty, shocking the whole world."

"Even I thought he was a man sent by heaven to my Lanyuan, to persuade my father to go astray."

"As a result..." Mo Xin seemed to think of something sad and shook his head, "As a result, he was more like a person in the first half of his arrival."

"At that time, I discussed with him almost every day how to contact the ministers to persuade my father, but he would only verbally perfunctory every time. When it came to action, he would shirk all responsibilities and even persuade me to play bad with him!"

"After half a year, this guy simply stopped pretending and stayed in my house. He even dressed casually and became a tramp!"

Mo Xin said angrily, as if he couldn't help clenching his fist when he thought of the situation at that time.

Ning Wuxie listened in surprise. There really is such a person?

"What about cultivation? Has he even given up cultivation?" he asked.

"Yes, I have never seen him practice." Mo Xin frowned and said, "If this continues, in another hundred years, he will die before I reach middle age!"

"What is his current cultivation level?"

"Concentration, late stage of concentration." Mo Xin thought for a while and said, she hadn't asked Song Luoyun about his cultivation level for a long time.

Ning Wuxie nodded in understanding, and became more and more puzzled about Song Luoyun.

He could understand that he came to Lanyuan Kingdom to play badly, after all, that was his original intention.

But it was still a bit unexpected that he played so badly. Ning Wuxie just didn't want to be involved in the intrigues of power and government, and he would never fall behind in cultivation and becoming stronger.

But this Song Luoyun, who was supposed to be one of the twelfth young sages, must be a dragon among men. How could he suddenly become a useless person after coming to Lanyuan Kingdom?

Looking at what he did just now, his mental state seemed 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 servants for her alone, and took a bath with Ning Wuxie.

"Brother, lie on the bucket, I will rub your back." Xuan'er stood in the bucket like a lotus emerging from the water, and wrung out the water in the towel while speaking.

Ning Wuxie turned around and lay on the edge of the bucket.

As a result, he and Xuan'er seemed to have a different understanding of back rubbing. He thought that back rubbing should be done with a towel or a bath towel.

Why did Xuan'er rub him with her own body...