Mr. Gu stopped after hearing this, paused for a moment, then turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
Upon seeing this, Zhao Rong let out a breath and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu, do you know a gentleman named Yan Jidao in the academy?"
Jingzi was holding her hands behind her back, looking at Zhao Rong's side face with an innocent expression, but Zhao Rong had been ignoring her. When she heard this, like a kitten, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhao Rong warily.
Mr. Gu raised his snow-white eyebrows and chuckled: "I know you, why don't you know me? I'm going to find that prude old guy for dinner later. He's my friend. What, you know him?"
Zhao Rong shook his head and said softly:
"Xiaosheng comes from the Dachu Dynasty in the south. The current Dachu Imperial Preceptor is Mr. Yan's senior brother. Xiaosheng was entrusted by someone to bring a letter from the Imperial Preceptor to Mr. Yan, which made Mr. Gu laugh. Now Xiaosheng can't enter in a short time.
When I go to the academy, I can’t hand the letter to Mr. Yan personally and have to ask someone else to deliver it, and I’m worried. Since Mr. Gu is a good friend of Mr. Yan, can you help bring the letter to him?”
Mr. Gu looked into Zhao Rong's eyes, and after hearing the whole story, he nodded slightly.
Just sending a letter?
Jingzi rolled her head, rolled her eyes, and said, just in case, "Grandpa Gu, he is a scoundrel..."
But before she finished speaking, Mr. Gu glanced at her and nodded, "It doesn't matter if that's the case."
After saying that, he went to pick up the letter from Zhao Rong.
When Mr. Gu saw Zhao Rong holding the letter carefully and solemnly with both hands, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he accepted it with both hands instead.
He lowered his head and glanced at the light yellow envelope, which had been sent thousands of years ago but was still neat and clean, and nodded: "It will definitely be delivered."
Jingzi's little face bulged up when she saw this, but she didn't say anything. You can't say that Zhao Rong also wants to send that kind of letter to Mr. Yan, it's too outrageous...
Mr. Gu turned and left. Before leaving, he said to Zhao Rong, "The handwriting is very good."
Zhao Rong returned the gift humbly.
After Mr. Gu left, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed. They probably didn't dare to join in the fun of some petty and pretty girl, so they stayed far away.
Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief. The task entrusted by the teacher was finally completed. Although he still did not enter the academy, at least he was relieved of his worries.
Jingzi suddenly said: "Hey, my name is Jingzi, what's your name?"
Zhao Rong still didn't look at her. He glanced in a certain direction and said casually without thinking: "The hair is not even long. There is no need for a yellow-haired girl with nothing to know so much."
Jingzi took a breath and stared at Zhao Rong. Seeing that he was obviously disturbed by her, but still looked calm and unconcerned as before, she suddenly became angry. However,
She also calmed down, just on the surface.
Jingzi said softly: "Hey, are you feeling angry right now?"
As soon as she said this, what she didn't expect was that Zhao Rong nodded.
"You have to be angry. I am indeed a little angry, but for the sake of your flat chest, I will forgive you."
Jingzi was surprisingly not angry this time. She probably realized after fighting Zhao Rong that whoever is more angry in a quarrel loses. She said seriously:
"Sir, as you said, Jingzi is still young, which is normal, but you, on the other hand, keep talking about these wild words, and you don't look like a serious scholar at all, let alone let you enter the academy."
Zhao Rong retracted his gaze from looking somewhere, bent down to put the books back into the book box, and said in a casual tone: "Who said that scholars must be serious?"
He glanced at a certain area of the girl in blue that was seriously substandard compared to her husband, "Besides, since you are aware of this serious problem, it means that you are not young anymore. In other words, you should not be human."
Bar?"
After saying this, Zhao Rong stopped his movements slightly and carefully looked at the still posture of hurriedly crossing his chest and squinting at him.
He looked up and down, and indeed he noticed something was wrong. He had not thought about it before, but now he saw that except for the appearance of a little human girl, the girl in blue had no personality similar to that of this young girl unless she matured precociously.
A child who is 2 years old? And a precocious girl will not worry so early about whether her heart is convex or not...
Moreover, she is very vindictive, petty, coquettish, and needs to be dealt with... not cute at all.
Jingzi secretly took a breath, facing Zhao Rong's "bold gaze", her eyes widened, but she did not answer Zhao Rong's question, but tilted her head and snorted softly, pretending not to care.
Zhao Rong packed up his things and turned around to leave.
"Hey, where are you going?" Jingzi tilted her head and asked subconsciously curiously.
Zhao Rong curled his lips and ignored this childish question. As he walked, he looked at the magnificent buildings in Duyoudongcheng in the distance, feeling a little helpless.
It seems that I won't be able to enter the academy in a short time, so I'd better go to Qinglian Residence on Wutong Street first. I don't know if Qingjun is there. From what she said before, she should stay in Taiqing Mansion often, right?
And based on what he heard when he followed Qingjun and her companions at the foot of Youshan Mountain, Qingjun seems to have been huddled in the cave to practice, looking for opportunities to break through the Haoran realm that was delayed by the collapse of the sword's heart.
Thinking like this, Zhao Rong gradually walked away.
Jingzi's eyes were alert, and when she saw that Zhao Rong seemed to be really leaving, she raised her chin, shook her head from side to side in triumph, and was ready to leave.
At this moment, a warm voice suddenly floated over.
"Excuse me, who are Zhao Rong and Zhao Ziyu?"
Just after watching a lively event, there were many scholars who were gloating about others' misfortunes and pretending to be sorry, but their voices were in vain.
Jingzi turned around and looked curiously.
Zhao Rong, who was thinking about something in the distance and walked away, didn't react at first, then he took a few more steps before slowly stopping.
Hey, it seems like someone called me... But no one here probably knows my name...
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked strangely.
At some point, I saw a tall man wearing the uniform of an academy scholar appearing in front of the side door of the academy.
The tall man's face is like a jade crown, but his face is a bit longer and less feminine. He looks squarer and more friendly.
At this time, he was curling up the corners of his mouth and looking around with gentle eyes at the scholars waiting in front of the door.
"It's Senior Brother Li!"
"Good afternoon, Senior Brother Li."
All the scholars said hello one after another, and they seemed to be very familiar with the tall man.
Li Jinshu responded with a smile, raised his hands in salute, and then glanced around, preparing to ask again, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the girl in blue, and was startled, "Jingzi is here too?"
"Senior Brother Li."
Jingzi, who thought she had just eliminated a disaster for the academy, shouted in a good mood.
At this time, she was facing Li Jinshu and the side door of the academy.
Jingzi glanced curiously at the large group of scholars behind Senior Brother Li: "Who is Senior Brother Li looking for? Zhao Ziyu? Hmm, could it be..."
Her tone was a little sudden, and she looked at the large group of scholars seriously. She didn't expect that another down-and-out scholar outside the school would be selected by the academy gentleman today. I heard that this kind of thing usually only happens once every few years...
Li Jinshu smiled and nodded, "Well, I have a new junior brother. My husband sent me to pick him up. The younger junior brother's surname is Zhao and his courtesy name is Ziyu."
Jingzi had some curiosity in her eyes. She stood on tiptoe and spoke to the scholars who had been waiting at the entrance of the academy for who knows how long. Her voice was clear: "Is Zhao Ziyu here? Who is Zhao Ziyu? Congratulations, Mr. Li, um.
, it’s Mr. Yan... Yan, he... he... is looking for you..."
The girl in blue's voice was clear and loud at first, but as she shouted, her voice became quieter and quieter, the smile on her pretty face gradually disappeared, and the words coming out of her little mouth became choked at the end...
Wait! Senior Brother Li’s husband...his husband...isn’t his surname Yan? The letter from the deceiver just now...
Li Jinshu glanced at Jingzi's strange expression curiously, but he came specifically to pick up his junior brother, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but also said loudly to the many scholars in front of the door:
"Excuse me, is Zhao Ziyu here? Sir, he sent me to take you to the hospital!"
The sound of the body echoes in all directions.
When the scholars heard this, they sighed and looked around, wanting to know who Zhao Ziyu was.
Jingzi's small body suddenly stiffened at one moment, and the next second she was ready to turn around and look.
As a result, all of a sudden, a familiar voice sounded behind her.
Slowly but with a serious tone.
"Please give way."
Jingzi's body was stiff and did not move.
But she could feel countless eyes looking behind her.
next moment.
Zhao Rong walked past her, bypassing her while muttering something about "flat chested things."
Jingzi: "???"
Li Jinshu curiously looked at Zhao Rong who walked in front of him. He saw that he was carrying a book box and wearing a clean and neat blue Confucian shirt. His eyes were bright and lively as he looked at him.
He bowed and spoke calmly.
The voice was slightly hoarse, yet magnetic.
"I am none other than Zhao Rong and Zhao Ziyu. What do you want from me?"
Li Jinshu looked at Zhao Rong carefully, nodded secretly, smiled kindly, "Junior Brother Zhao, please follow me to the hospital. Sir, I will take you to see him."
Hearing Li Jinshu's title, Zhao Rong was thoughtful, but after looking at his surroundings, he didn't ask in detail and prepared to leave with Li Jinshu.
At this moment.
Jingzi bit her lip with a pale face and said, "Senior Brother Li, this...this Zhao Ziyu is a deceitful person who writes frivolous letters to my husband. You must not take him to the hospital."
Li Jinshu was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Jingzi's serious expression and then at Zhao Rong's calm face. He blinked and coughed lightly, "Ahem, I understand...that, Junior Brother Zhao,
Let’s go quickly, sir is still waiting for you.”
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the wooden door without any explanation. Zhao Rong shrugged and left.