The door of the study room with the name "Yilan Youzi" was opened from the outside.
"Jingzi, Jingzi..."
A woman in a scholar's shirt looked around the room.
Empty.
Zhu Weirui, who had just returned from get out of class, whispered in a low voice: "This girl, why haven't you come back yet?"
She grabbed the hem of her large Confucian shirt, walked into the house, put the book in her hand on the desk, and prepared to go behind the screen to change as usual.
But his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the other side of the study, on the small desk specially prepared for her personal book boy. The books were messy and the bookshelves were arranged haphazardly.
"How many times have I said this, but I'm still so rude."
Zhu Weirui shook her head, walked slowly to the small desk, rolled up her wide sleeves, and tidied up the messy desk.
A pair of plain white hands shuttled between the blue and black book covers on the red lacquer table like flowers and butterflies, making them look even whiter. However, if you look closely, you can find that these jade hands should only be stained by romantic objects, and the middle finger of the right hand is
There are conspicuous light pink calluses on the first joint, which ruins the overall beauty.
The woman in Confucian shirt lowered her head in front of the desk, arranging the table with a serious look. At a certain moment, she picked up a stack of books on poetry and theory, turned around and came to the bookshelf, raised her head and tiptoed to stuff the books into the upper grid.
Suddenly, a piece of white paper slipped from the pages of a book on poetry, rested on her smooth forehead for a moment, and then fell to the ground.
Zhu Weirui opened her eyes slightly and raised her picturesque eyebrows slightly. She bent down to pick up the piece of white paper and looked at it intently.
The next second.
Her beautiful eyes slowly narrowed, and her bright eyes reflected a few lines of small words on the white paper.
Zhu Weirui stared at it for a moment, and her slightly raised lips subconsciously opened slightly.
Soon after, she reluctantly moved her eyes away from the line of words and looked around at Jingzi's small desk.
Suddenly, as if she thought of something, her eyes searched purposefully.
Not long after.
She reached out from under a heavy book and pulled out a corner of the origami paper. She opened it gently and found that it was indeed the couplet that Jingzi had taken away in the morning and brought back at noon.
After spreading it out, Zhu Weirui lowered his head and took a closer look.
This couplet was written casually by her, so it was naturally very familiar to her, but... I don't know who had added six characters to the couplet at this time.
As soon as those six unfamiliar words broke into Zhu Weirui's eyes, before she could smile at this cleverly paired couple, the expression on her face suddenly froze.
The corners of Zhu Weirui's mouth remained slightly curved and stopped turning up.
The midday sunlight passed through the window and spread on the couplets in her hands, drowning those familiar yet extremely unfamiliar and wonderful fonts that revealed alternative beauty, and dyed them a dazzling golden yellow.
The woman in Confucian shirt stood alone at her desk, lowering her head and staring closely at the tissue paper in her hand, motionless.
If it weren't for the dust wandering in the light golden beam, her flat and slightly undulating chest, and the black hair that she casually put down her shawl just after returning to the yard were blown by the breeze to her slightly parted lips and teeth...
If it weren't for these, then the desk would seem to be a still scene.
I do not know how long it has been.
The woman in Confucian shirt who bowed her head like a marble statue in front of the table finally moved.
She still lowered her head, her gaze never leaving the paper. She had never seen it before in her life, but it exuded a strange beauty, allowing her to vaguely glimpse a new font with infinite possibilities.
The door to the new world seems to be hidden in the last few words of this ordinary couplet in front of me.
It seems... within reach?
Zhu Weirui subconsciously licked her dry red lips, and the tip of her lilac uvula was slightly exposed like spring bamboo shoots, pink and moist.
This action, which was very offensive in the past and she would never do it, happened subconsciously. Zhu Weirui didn't even realize it, because she was obsessed with words and only had these six people in her mind at this time.
written words.
Zhu Weirui slowly walked back to her desk, pursed her lips and swallowed. Her chest, which was only slightly curved, rose and fell rapidly, which made her feel tight and painful. But at this moment,
But she didn't pay any attention to this.
Zhu Weirui's eyes were dazed, and she put the couplets carefully on the desk with a slight smile. Like a naughty little girl who sneaked out to explore the secrets, she stretched out two onion fingers and gently rubbed these strange fonts with her delicate fingertips.
Each stroke is a bit rough to the touch.
Zhu Weirui looked attentively and used her jade fingers to copy the words Zhao Rong had written that morning.
About half a quarter of an hour later, after having a good time, she took a deep breath.
Zhu Weirui tilted her head, raised her red lips, and her eyes were filled with unspeakable joy. Without raising her head, she reached out her hand, skillfully and accurately pulled out the snow-white hair awl from the sea of pens, grabbed it in her hand, and turned around to get it.
Collection of top-quality rice paper.
But the delicate body turned halfway and suddenly stopped.
"Yeah~"
She exclaimed softly, raised her hand and patted her smooth forehead, then remembered that she had not yet met the owner of this strange font...
Zhu Weirui's eyes turned, "Jingzi must know... Where is Jingzi?"
She hurriedly rushed out the door, opened the courtyard door in a hurry, and went to find her personal book boy.
After walking far away, Zhu Weirui suddenly realized that in the past, she was dressed dignifiedly and solemnly in the academy. At this time, she still had her hair loose. Not only did she go out without a headscarf, she was also holding a hairpin in her jade hand.
Fortunately, I haven’t met any passers-by so far…
Zhu Weirui slowed down and looked back hesitantly.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, and the pretty look with a sad face was actually charming. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the hair awl she brought out with her, and frowned.
The woman in scholar's robe tilted her head and rolled up the silky black hair, twisted her wrist, coiled it up casually, and gently inserted a slender, thin-tube hair awl.
Then he squinted his eyes and raised his mouth, happily looking for that person, but the word was gone.
Zhao Rong followed his senior brother Li Jinshu into Linlu Academy.
I looked around curiously along the way.
The inside of the academy is so huge that one cannot see the end at a glance.
The layout is strict and the overall style is simple. Generally speaking, it follows the idea of "rituals and music complement each other" and the strict order of Confucian ethics.
The academy building is centered on the lecture hall, with buildings such as studios, study buildings, and ancestral halls arranged in sequence.
But occasionally you can also see some unique buildings and decorations, such as kitchens, warehouses, and mountain pavilions.
Perhaps this also reflects that this academy is not as strict and depressing as it appears on the surface, but is also filled with some different vitality, allowing some freedom and poetry to live here.
Zhao Rong looked at it carefully while his thoughts were racing.
PS: There is still one chapter still being written.