"Did you guys go whoring?"
At this moment, amidst a small grove by the roadside, the atmosphere between the two Confucian scholars turned a bit odd.
Faced with Gu Yiwu's soul-searching question, Zhao Rong didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.
He thought about it, then cautiously looked around, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said, "Why didn't you take me with you... um, when did it happen?"
The young Confucian scholar reproached softly.
"Ah, take you along…"
Gu Yiwu was taken aback, then quickly realized he had misspoken in the rush; he waved his hand to explain,
"No, I mean the last time we were in Xingzi Town, you asked me and the classmates to drink flower wine at Zuixian Building. In the eyes of Mountain Master Zhu, wouldn't that count as seeking pleasure during official business down the mountain, not doing serious work?"
