Chapter 154 Jingzi and Mr. (Thanks to the 100,000-dollar leader of the Heavenly Door Brothers
At this moment, Jingzi wished she could pounce on and bite the slutty scholar in front of her who dared to speak frivolously about her, and then find a hole in the ground to crawl in, never to be seen again.
She was filled with shame and anger, and her mind was completely blank when faced with Zhao Rong's match.
Jingzi had been following her husband before, and the men she came into contact with were not modest gentlemen with upright words and deeds. After arriving at the academy, for some reason, she was treated as aunts by the academy students, not to mention the group of people outside the door who could not even enter the academy.
Here comes the down-and-out scholar.
But I didn't expect that today I would meet a coward and a coward who would make such teasing remarks.
She had occasionally caught a glimpse of this kind of language in some miscellaneous books when she was reading. She would blush and snap the pages shut, and lightly spit in annoyance.
However, now, such words were actually said by this dissolute scholar in public!
Jingzi stared at Zhao Rong, her teeth biting her red lips to create a purple mark. At this moment, she felt that half of her innocence had been destroyed by Zhao Rong.
Jingzi's chest rose and fell violently, and she sniffed hard to hold back what was about to overflow from her eyes.
This is because my mind is blank, after I heard Zhao Rong asking and answering two pairs of questions in succession.
She bit her silver teeth, and her voice was no longer as crisp as before, but a little deeper, with a little vibrato.
"You, you come up with another one, the one just now doesn't count... I didn't listen carefully."
Zhao Rong nodded when he heard the words, and looked at her looking like she was about to cry. His heart moved, and he suddenly said: "Looking around, it's deserted, miserable, and miserable."
When Jingzi heard this sentence, her brows gradually furrowed, and she carefully savored this strange and long sentence with repeated words that she had never heard before. She said seriously:
"Is this a fragment of a sentence? Is there more behind it?"
Zhao Rong raised his brows, looked at her with a smile, and did not answer.
Seeing that Zhao Rong ignored her, Jingzi felt helpless. She twisted the corners of her clothes with her two fingers and closed her eyes to think again.
"Fake hesitation..."
She stood up and then paused.
"Think about it..."
She muttered a few words and shook her head vigorously.
The more you chew on Zhao Rong's unique long sentences with repeated words, the more wonderful, ingenious and thought-provoking you become...
If she tried to deal with it by force, she could barely cope with it, but anyone with a discerning eye could see this kind of coping, and she was too embarrassed to do it...
Jingzi lowered her head and stared at her toes, but she could still feel the attention of everyone in the audience, especially the calm eyes of the "dissolute scholar". It was obvious that she didn't even have Fuyao, but it made her feel great pressure.
Jingzi's little hands dropped, not knowing where to put them, and the corners of her clothes were wrinkled.
Zhao Rong waited calmly for half a quarter of an hour. He looked up at the sun and estimated that the time was almost up. Then he looked back and comforted softly: "Okay, girl, let's go back and think about it slowly. Well, according to the agreement, you are now
What should you call me?"
The girl in blue's face was pure and innocent. She lowered her head and did not look at Zhao Rong who spoke or the eyes behind him.
At a certain moment, she loosened her teeth, let go of her bitten purple lips, and hesitantly squeezed out three words from her throat.
"Big brother……"
Zhao Rong blinked and said, "Louder."
Jingzi's hand holding a corner suddenly clenched into a fist, and she remained silent for a moment with no clear expression, but her voice was still like a mosquito.
"Big brother……"
Zhao Rong listened attentively and sighed, "Okay, I'll count you shouting twice, but shout the last sentence louder. I don't know anymore and thought you were acting coquettishly. What a misunderstanding..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jingzi suddenly raised her head and shouted: "Big brother!"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, but he was not frightened by the sudden sound. He looked sincerely at this little girl with a strong self-esteem, and softly replied: "Little sister~"
Jingzi couldn't help it. She had never been wronged like this since her spiritual enlightenment. Her eyes instantly became crystal clear and very bright in the sun. She hurriedly raised her hand to block it, "Wait for me!"
The girl in blue said a cruel word and turned around and ran into the door. Before leaving, she pulled the strange couplet on the wooden door and took it away with her.
Zhao Rong glanced at her retreating back, then looked back at the stunned crowd, and shrugged.
There is a quiet courtyard in the southeast corner of Linlu Academy, hidden among the lush green forests.
The area outside the courtyard is very pink, but inside the courtyard there is only a strange fragrance, and as far as the eye can see, there are many flowers and plants.
The most eye-catching thing among them is the orchids in no less than a dozen colors, red, yellow, white, green, blue and orange. They should have formed a gorgeous and charming look, but they were cut, placed and decorated in an elegant and quiet way by the owner of this courtyard.
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There is a gap at the root of the courtyard wall where clear water flows in, winds around to the front yard, and flows out under the orchids.
The courtyard is connected by corridors and is embellished with rocks. In the middle of the courtyard is a study room with a plaque that reads "The Silent Beauty of Yilan".
The doorman of the study is closed, but the window is open.
Looking into the room through the window, a beauty couch is placed in front of the window. Not far away, there is a large rosewood marble table with various calligraphy and dozens of inkstones and various pen holders.
, the pens inserted in the sea of pens are like a forest.
The courtyard is quiet, with only the sound of meandering water and the refreshing fragrance floating around.
At this moment, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open.
A handsome Confucian scholar wearing a wide moon-white robe walked into the courtyard.
There was no one around at this time.
The handsome Confucian scholar held the scroll behind his back with one hand, raised his slender index finger with the other hand, and moved it in the air like a dragonfly touching water or a butterfly flying.
The handsome Confucian scholar has a straight posture, light steps, and a focused expression. He seems to be using the air as paper and his fingers as pens to splash ink.
The elegant scholar walked familiarly on a winding flower path, deftly avoiding the fragrant orchids of different colors.
At a certain moment, the delicate Confucian scholar stopped moving his hand and nodded thoughtfully. His delicate hand, which used his fingers as a pen, no longer wrote, but he raised it casually and stretched it to the back of his head, tilting his head slightly.
Among the blooming flowers, she gently pulled the scarf on her head that tied up the man's hair, and the black hair slid down like a waterfall and fell on her shaved shoulders.
The woman in Confucian shirt has picturesque features.
She suddenly tilted her head and raised her hand to tuck the smooth but messy green hair behind her ears, revealing half of her curvy oval face, and rubbed her fair and exquisite ears with two fingers.
As she was approaching the study, she suddenly stopped and squatted down.
There is a fallen white orchid on the flower path.
The woman in Confucian robes frowned slightly, and gently held up the flower with both hands. A hand as white as snow got into the black wet mud, and turned over it. She lowered her head and looked at the roots of the flower, her expression focused, her brows furrowed.
, and after a while, he sighed with a dark expression.
The woman in Confucian robes dug out the withered orchids, walked to the clear stream in the courtyard, carefully washed the orchids, and then buried them again in the southeast corner of the courtyard.
After tidying up, the woman in Confucian robes opened the door and placed the book in her hand on the beauty's couch. She turned around and walked towards a screen filled with ink writing in the room.
Step by step.
As he walked, he untied the belt of his moon-white Confucian shirt.
The Confucian shirt that was already wide enough to cover her figure became even looser...
boom
At this moment, a sound came from the yard.
The hand of the woman in Confucian shirt who was about to take off her clothes suddenly stopped, and she suddenly looked back.
A hot-tempered girl in blue bumped into the door with her mouth puffed out.