Chapter 205 She said she wanted to communicate with you in depth
Zhao Rong turned around and glanced at Li Jinshu behind him. He was stopping at the door and waved to Zhao Rong with a warm smile.
Zhao Rong gave Li Jinshu a helpless smile, then turned around, straightened out his crown, hat and student Qingjin, and walked towards Mr. Yan under the tree in the courtyard in the distance.
"Disciple Zhao Ziyu, pay my respects to Sir."
Zhao Rong bowed his hands in salute.
Yan Jidao was looking at the maple tree with luxuriant branches and red leaves behind his back. He turned around immediately after hearing this. He looked at Zhao Rong carefully from top to bottom several times with a serious expression, nodded and said: "Ziyu, there is no need to be polite."
Zhao Rong raised his head and looked at Yan Jidao.
The two of them were silent.
There was silence for a few breaths.
Yan Jidao didn't know why, so he nodded slightly. He suddenly turned around, walked towards the stone table under the tree with his hands behind his back, and spoke.
"Tzuyu, don't be too formal. I heard a little bit about what happened yesterday, but you can tell me more about Tao Yuanran's debate on Confucianism and Taoism."
After saying that, Yan Jidao came to the stone table, hesitated slightly, picked up something on the table and walked towards the maple tree.
Zhao Rong took a closer look and saw an iron knife in Mr. Yan's hand used to cut slow grass leaves.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and then told in more detail the debate between Confucianism and Taoism in Zhongnan Kingdom. In some places involving the privacy and secrets of him or the Lin family of Lanxi, except the heart of the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace, the night of the victory on Taibai Mountain
Zhao Rong omitted and changed some things.
Under the tree, Yan Jidao, dressed in gray uniform, lowered his head and carefully rolled up the sleeves of his hands to prevent them from falling apart. He looked up at the maple tree, whose branches and leaves were becoming more and more luxuriant.
Yan Jidao has lived in this elegant maple courtyard many times. Every autumn when he comes to Taiqing Mansion to give lectures, Taiqing Mansion arranges him to live here with this red maple.
Yan Jidao had also thought about taking action for a long time. He watched this gorgeous red maple grow from young to mature, and the bright red color of the maple leaves gradually faded.
It's like forgetting it's autumn.
Yan Jidao held the cutting knife and looked at the maple tree. The dark markings on his face gradually disappeared. He breathed out gently and his face became relaxed. Then, while listening to Zhao Rong's words, he began to cut carefully.
Here comes the red maple.
Zhao Rong continued to describe the debate between Confucianism and Taoism.
While Yan Jidao was cutting in an orderly manner, he also asked about certain details described by Zhao Rong from time to time without any delay.
When Zhao Rong put forward the "One Source Theory of Body and Function" for the first time in this world, Yan Jidao stopped what he was doing, listened attentively, and asked a lot of questions, but when Zhao Rong spoke clearly and clearly
When he finished answering, he took a deep breath and nodded.
The two communicated like this for about a quarter of an hour.
"The debate between Confucianism and Taoism is roughly like this. Tao Yuanran left with that strange old man. Before leaving, the strange old man gave me Donglai Ziqi... Mr. Yan, do you have anything else to ask?"
Zhao Rongyan said, he looked at the old man busy beside the maple tree in front of him. He was obviously a Confucian golden elixir monk who could stabilize the world with a wave of his sleeves, but at this time, he was cutting branches and cultivating trees by himself like an old farmer.
When Yan Jidao heard this, he shook his head and sighed: "Okay, what a person who does nothing but does everything..."
He suddenly turned around, clapped his hands, and walked to Zhao Rong, with a smile on his old face.
Yan Jidao raised his hand and patted Zhao Rong's shoulder heavily, "Tzuyu, this 'body and function theory' is excellent, you are even better."
Zhao Rong shook his head, "Mr. Yan praised me so much, I can't afford it."
In the distance, outside the courtyard gate, Li Jinshu turned around and happened to see the scene inside the door. His expression was stunned. Li Jinshu tilted his head slightly and looked at his junior brother Zhao Rong with envy.
It had been a long time since he had seen a meticulous teacher smile. The last time, Li Jinshu remembered that his former senior brother with outstanding talent disobeyed the teacher's arrangement, gave up inheriting the teacher's mantle, left the teacher and went to Tunnanzhou alone.
I remember that day, the teacher and the senior brother argued loudly, and he and his junior brothers were silent. The teacher walked away with an angry look on his face. The senior brother knelt down and kowtowed nine times before sending him off in a big way. Then he smiled at them and the junior brothers and left.
, never returned.
But later, when Li Jinshu went to deliver wine to the teacher, he quietly looked back and saw that the teacher was actually laughing silently while drinking.
In the end, Li Jinshu became Mr. Yan's senior brother, but he didn't like the new junior brothers to call him this title...
Under the maple tree, Yan Jidao suppressed his smile and patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder again, "There are two more things to do today."
He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong took it curiously, and immediately his nose caught wisps of faint fragrance, like orchids and elk, with a long lasting flavor.
It's a bit familiar, as if I've smelled it somewhere.
Zhao Rong's expression changed.
Yan Jidao said softly: "Mr. Zhu from the academy sent it yesterday. She said that when we returned to the academy, she wanted to apologize to you for some things before. Well, she also said that she liked your handwriting Ziyu very much and wanted to have a deeper relationship with you.
Let’s talk…”
Yan Jidao hesitated to speak, but still didn't say anything. He looked at Zhao Rong with a meaningful look.
Mr. Zhu?
Zhao Rong's mind immediately recalled the woman in Confucian shirt who he passed by when his senior brother took him to the hospital that day, with the fragrance of orchid, which was the same as the fragrance on this piece of paper.
When he heard the words "in-depth communication", Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped. He picked up the folded piece of paper with a slightly tangled expression. After looking at Yan Jidao's expression, Zhao Rong thought for a while and opened it directly.
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Yan Jidao turned sideways slightly and looked away.
When Zhao Rong saw this, he coughed lightly, spread out the paper, glanced at it unconsciously, and found a pair, and read it out directly.
"Looking for something deserted and miserable."
"Yingying Yanyan winds and rains...every year comes and goes...comes day by day."
The more Zhao Rong read, the more strange his expression became. After he finished reading, he glanced at the paper carefully for a few more times, then hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it into his sleeve as if he were avoiding the plague.
Zhao Rong looked at Yan Jidao with a helpless expression.
What he couldn't avoid was not the content of the letter, but the pairing. Mr. Zhu's pairing was quite neat. After all, Zhao Rong himself didn't know that there was a perfect and appropriate second couplet in the first couplet of a certain poem.
So I wrote this first couplet to that petty girl just to embarrass her. He thought that if she responded to the second couplet by then, he would have the initiative, he could say it or not.
But now, the second line given by Zhu Weirui did not surprise Zhao Rong, but...this word.
On the paper, these words are ninety-nine points similar in form and three-thirds spiritually to the couplets left by Zhao Rong outside the side door of the academy!
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth.
He was not afraid that his handwriting would be learned by this female gentleman, but Zhao Rong was afraid of her ardent enthusiasm.
Regarding Zhu Weirui's affairs, Zhao Rong knew quite a lot these days because he often asked Fan Yushu, who came to the academy very early.
These new students originally had six art courses that they needed to learn.
However, now there is another calligraphy master, Mr. Zhu, so there is also an additional art.
As for the criticism and controversy caused by this in the academy, Zhao Rong was not very afraid of getting involved.
only.
Zhao Rong is very, very afraid of getting involved with others.
Although Zhu Weirui is his teacher, it is almost impossible for the two of them to do so, but what if?
Previously, he used the regular script skills of his previous life to write couplets at the entrance of the academy. It was because he had to do it in order to be admitted to the hospital.
But now there is no need for it.
Zhao Rong knew that thinking this way was a bit narcissistic, but he had to guard against it.
Because small things are "bloody" lessons.
A good man is afraid of being pestered by a girl, especially a slut.
Zhao Rong has a deep understanding of this point.
On the way to find my wife, I couldn't help but make a lifelong commitment to Xiao Xiaoqing.
Nowadays, it is troublesome to talk to Qingjun.
Last night Qingjun also said that he would only be given one room, and that was Qian'er.
What should Xiaoxiao do? Zhao Rong has a headache now.
What if we accidentally offend a female college gentleman again?