It's still early now, Zhao Rong is going to go back to the school first.
He was walking and suddenly got a little lost.
Today, Zhao Rong followed Mr. Yan and others into the academy from another unfamiliar north gate.
It was not the south gate he walked through when he first entered the academy.
Linlu Academy is very big. Zhao Rong heard from his senior brother that it is not much smaller than the four palaces of Taiqing.
The architectural layout of the academy is strict, the overall style is simple, and it follows the idea of "rituals and music complement each other" and the strict order of Confucian ethics. Except for some special features, first-time visitors will have a sense of sameness.
Zhao Rong had just entered the academy for less than a day, so he followed Fan Yushu and the others to the Four Prefectures of Taiqing in the early morning of the second day, so that he was familiar with the academy.
At this moment, he gradually stopped, scratched his nose, and looked at the unfamiliar buildings around him, trying to find a familiar building so that he could confirm his direction. Unfortunately, there were many green plants in the academy, and they were not completely yellow and fallen at this time.
, blocking people's vision and making it impossible to find them.
Originally, Fan Yushu and a guy who was familiar with the academy could guide Zhao Rong, because they were both talented students and were arranged by Mr. Yan to be in the same school in Mochi Academy, so they could attend and finish classes together.
It's just that this guy is not sure if he is addicted to playing outside. Ever since Zhao Rong went to Nuanxi Yaji last time and he went to Duyou City to play alone, Fan Yushu has not been seen in the past few days.
Except that one day he ran back, took care of Zhao Rong in a hurry, then went to his senior brother to ask for leave for a few more days, and then ran out again.
Originally, Zhao Rong planned to go to Duyou City for a stroll as planned, but he and Qingjun had been together for the past few days and were inseparable. Thinking that he was about to leave the Fourth Palace of Taiqing, he chose to spend more time with Qingjun when he was out.
The thought had to be given up.
Today they returned to Linlu Academy, and Fan Yushu did not come back to join the large army. It is estimated that he will go directly back to the academy to attend classes on his own.
Therefore, after Zhao Rong parted ways with his senior brothers, he had to find his way to the school by himself.
Zhao Rong was on the same spot, looking around. While he was struggling, he saw a thin figure walking out of a building in front of him. He turned around and walked forward with his back to him.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and quickly approached, "Brother, please stay, excuse me..."
The pedestrian in front responded, stopped and turned his head.
Zhao Rong paused for a moment and then took a closer look at the person. It turned out to be a female brother-in-law.
She looked very young, with an ordinary appearance and an old-fashioned expression, but her skin was slightly fair.
She was meticulously tied up with a man's crown. She was short in stature and wore an ordinary student uniform. However, thanks to her thin body, the dress seemed extremely wide and could not hold it up at all. Other than that, the overall clothing was simple.
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Zhao Rong coughed lightly and without looking any further, he took a step forward and changed his words: "Sorry to bother you, madam, how can I get to the school building where the students live?"
He paused in his words, thinking that there seemed to be more than one academy building, "Well, I remember that there is a pavilion next to the school building I am looking for called Jiquan Pavilion."
"Ms." refers to a woman who is a scholar. It is a metaphor for a woman who has a man's actions and talents, that is, a respectful title for a woman who is knowledgeable and cultivated.
As far as Zhao Rong knew, Confucianism in the Xuanhuang world was divided into religions and classes, and there were many female scholars, such as Mr. Zhu, who gave him a bit of a headache.
There were also some female students in Linlu Academy. Seeing them at this time, Zhao Rong was not surprised.
At this moment, when the female student heard this, she did not speak immediately. Instead, she took a step back immediately, keeping three steps away from Zhao Rong. Immediately, she performed a Confucian ritual.
When Zhao Rong saw this, he also returned the gift solemnly, wondering in his mind that all the students in the academy were so polite...
The female student raised her head slightly, with a straight face. She lowered her eyelids, held her hands, and stared at Zhao Rong intently. She pondered for a while and then spoke in a serious tone.
"From the student's school building, walk straight ahead. At the end is the Orchid Pavilion by the lake. Stop and turn left. Walk west for about a quarter of an hour. When you reach the library, turn right again a hundred and twenty steps and you will find the Jiquan Pavilion. There is a
The school building is on the side."
Zhao Rong saw that the female student was serious about doing things, but she was articulate and her words were orderly. He nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, ma'am."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ordinary-looking female student bowed again and looked directly at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly, and he had no choice but to bow down and bow.
But as soon as he straightened up, the female student immediately turned around and left without saying a word.
Zhao Rong didn't care when he saw this, turned around and walked in the direction she said.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong finally found Jiquan Pavilion.
He had just entered Linlu Academy a month ago, and when Li Jinshu took him to settle in the school building, it was very dark, so he only remembered the elegant pavilion next to the spring at the foot of the mountain.
Zhao Rong looked at the familiar scenery around him and walked towards the school building on the right side of the pavilion.
It was noon at this time, and the autumn air was crisp.
There was a bell ringing not far away, which must have been the time for students to go to class in the afternoon. Zhao Rong met some Qingjin students walking out of the school building.
Probably because he looked strange and was dressed differently, many people looked sideways at Zhao Rong.
He smiled softly at his classmates for the next year and walked towards his residence in the school building.
In front of you is a row of courtyards, each with two houses.
In the school building, every two students live in a courtyard.
Zhao Rong followed his memory and came to one of the small courtyards with two entrances.
At this moment, he pushed open the courtyard door and saw a young man already wandering around the courtyard.
The man has an upright and unpretentious appearance, with thin cheeks, dark skin, lively eyes, and a rather strong build. However, he is dressed a little strangely. He is also wearing a green Qingjin with a cross-collar collar, but his clothes are very bulky.
Zhao Rong glanced at the collar of the man's coat and saw that he was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket underneath.
It is late autumn at this time. It is normal for some uncultivated scholars in Linlu Academy to wear some autumn clothes, but why do you feel that you have even turned out your winter clothes...
Well, it's a bit like Zhao Rong's previous life when he was studying and had to wear a school uniform outside his cotton-padded jacket.
The man in the cotton-padded jacket was holding a book in his hand while walking back and forth hurriedly. At this moment, he suddenly heard the creaking of the courtyard door, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the door.
The man in the cotton-padded jacket saw Zhao Rong and said quickly, "Zhao Ziyu?"
Zhao Rong nodded and cupped his hands, "That's right."
"call……"
The man in the cotton-padded jacket breathed a long sigh of relief, "Brother Nian, you're finally here. Come on, let's go. I'll take you to Suixingtang. If you don't leave, you'll be late."
His tone was anxious.
Zhao Rong asked curiously: "Your Excellency, you are waiting for me specifically?"
The man in the cotton-padded jacket spoke very quickly:
"I also live in this courtyard and am your roommate, and we are both students of Suixing Hall. Today I know that you and Fan Yushu are going back to the academy. Fan Yushu doesn't have to worry about it. He has been in school for a long time and knows how to get there. It's just that
Brother Yu, you followed Mr. Yan to give lectures when you first entered the academy. Now that you are back in the academy and you are not familiar with the place, Senior Yu asked me to wait for you in the academy to guide you."
Zhao Rong nodded in a daze. He had heard Fan Yushu mention many things to his senior brother.
New students admitted to Linlu Academy every year are initially students. They have to study at the Mochi Academy for one year and take seven basic art courses. After that, they undergo a year of observation and assessment and the final apprenticeship ceremony before they can be admitted to the academy.
The husband formally accepted his disciples and became a Confucian scholar.
There are six halls in Mochi Academy.
Suixing Hall, Xiudao Hall, Chengxin Hall.
Zhengyi Hall, Chongzhi Hall, Guangye Hall.
Each class of students is divided into six batches, and they live in these six classes, which are similar to the classes in previous lives, except that the system is relatively loose.
And Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu were in Suixingtang.
In addition, in Mochi Academy, there are positions such as Jijiu, Xuezheng, Siye, Cheng, etc., which are all held by the academy gentlemen. They are responsible for managing the six halls. Among them, Jijiu has the highest position and is in charge of Confucian teaching.
The government is generally held by the most respected old masters in the academy in turn.
As for the six schools, except for the seven art teachers, there are no dedicated teachers for fixed management, so the system is relatively loose. However, as far as Zhao Rong knows, there is also a "senior" who manages the school. The senior here is not him.
In my memory, the meaning of "senpai" in the previous life was "the leader of a school", which was probably similar to the position of monitor, responsible for managing the affairs of the students in the school to which he belongs.
Seniors are generally selected by all the students in the hall, and they are generally recognized as the best among the students to convince the crowd.
Therefore, the "Senior Yu" mentioned by the brother in front of me should be the senior of Suixing Hall.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he heard this name. When chatting with Fan Yushu before, he always went off topic and rarely talked about things in the school. He only said, "You will know when you come back to the school."
Then he prevaricated Zhao Rong.
"Brother Ziyu, if you have nothing else to do, let's leave quickly. We can't be late. Alas, I've been in the academy for two months and I haven't been late yet..."
Zhao Rong came back to his senses and heard the man in the cotton-padded jacket nodded eagerly, "Wait a moment, let me go in and put something away."
"Hurry up, hurry up, don't let Senior Yu see me being late..."
Zhao Rong turned around and entered the house, put down the luggage in Xumiwu, spread out a quilt, took some books, and then went out, followed by the man in the cotton-padded jacket who was so anxious that he was stomping on the spot.
The two of them left the school building in a hurry.
On the way, after walking a lot.
Zhao Rong suddenly reacted and didn't have time to know the name of his roommate.
He turned around and looked at the dark-skinned face of the man in the cotton-padded jacket, "Brother Nian, what's your surname? How do you call him?"
The man in the cotton-padded jacket who was on his way seriously and with a focused expression said casually:
"My surname is Jia, my given name is Fei, and my courtesy name is Tengying. In the academy, brother Ziyu, please call me Jia Tengying."
"Kato Takashi?"
Zhao Rong was startled and immediately looked strange. He couldn't help but glance down at Jia Tengying's hand holding the scroll.
Hearing his strange tone, Jia Tengying was startled, turned around and asked in confusion: "Brother Ziyu, what's wrong with my name? Jia Tengying... But what's wrong with it?"
Zhao Rong shook his head quickly, "It's nothing. I bumped into a friend I knew before. Ahem, Brother Teng Ying, what a good name."
His tone was sincere, this is indeed a good name, a name that girls like very much...
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Half an hour later, Zhao Rong followed Jia Tengying to the Mochi southwest of Linlu Academy.
It is said to be Mochi, but it is a large lake covering an extremely large area. Mochi Academy is built along the lakeside.
The name of Mochi is taken from the allusion of a certain saint in the book of sages, "When he came to the pond to study, the water in the pond was completely black."
It's just that for such a big lake, it's really difficult to wash your inkstone and watch the water turn black.
Zhao Rong looked away from a boat on the sparkling lake in the distance. There were vaguely visible fishermen fishing on the boat. It was not known which academy gentleman had this leisure hobby.
He turned his head and followed Jia Tengying into the school building.
Just now, Zhao Rong figured out what the three characters "Jia Tengying" were by making some insinuations along the way. He sighed and had to admire the character-picking skills of the person who picked them up, which was simply unfathomable.
I heard from Brother Tengying that the name was given to him by his enlightenment teacher at a private school in his hometown. His real name is Jia Fei, and the word Tengying can be used as a supplement to his name. Tengying means a soaring eagle.
However, Zhao Rong felt that in addition to striking the sky, this eagle's fingers... bah, the claws are indeed very powerful, which is also its strength.
At this time, he and Jia Tengying were walking on a lakeside promenade in the school. The promenade was winding and passed in front of six schools in turn.
Zhao Rong clasped his hands and looked ahead. He thought about it and couldn't help turning his head, "Brother Teng Ying, I heard you say this. The old private school gentleman who gave you the calligraphy is really admirable. He has devoted himself to teaching for forty years and has been silently teaching for 40 years."
Work hard to enlighten children."
Hearing this, Jia Tengying smiled honestly and touched the back of his head, "Brother Ziyu, I didn't expect you..."
In the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped, and he stopped at the same time.
And the steps.
Jia Tengying looked past Zhao Rong, and was caught by a scene outside the corridor on his side, and was stunned in place.
Zhao Rong blinked and followed Jia Tengying's gaze into the distance.
I saw a majestic and solemn lobby in that direction, with a plaque named "Cultivation of the Tao".
At this moment, a group of students were walking out of the monastery, chatting and laughing, and it was very lively.
However, Zhao Rong took a quick look and found a handsome man looming over the group of people.
This group of people is walking towards the corridor.
The monastery was very close to the corridor. Between Zhao Rong's curiosity and Jia Tengying's daze, the handsome man had already led the students following him up the corridor and passed by Zhao Rong and the two.
Zhao Rong took a look and found that he and Jia Tengying were in the way, so he consciously and politely took a step back, and even pulled Jia Tengying, who was stunned, to get out of the way.
The handsome man who was talking and laughing with the students around him saw this scene from the corner of his eye and turned to give Zhao and Rong a friendly smile.
Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth in response.
Jia Tengying lowered his head, stared at the book in his hand, and then changed his hand to pick it up.
The handsome man turned around because another student was teasing him.
"Haha, Senior Han, are you going to discuss your studies with Senior Yu again? Didn't you just go there this morning?"
The handsome man smiled helplessly and shook his head, not answering the next words, "It's not a discussion. Huaijin's studies are much better than mine. I'm here to ask for advice."
One student smiled and shook his head, "Senior, you are so humble. Although Yu Huaijin did rank first in the six halls in the mid-month exam last month, senior, as the number one in our monastic hall, you are only lower than her. How can you compare?"
Not her."
Senior Han shook his head seriously, "You don't understand, Huai Jin is indeed much more powerful than me..."
The student who just spoke made the student laugh again and said: "What are you asking for, senior?"
Senior Han smiled slightly and said, "I was enjoying the leaves in the maple forest at noon today. I remembered a broken poem that Huai Jin told me last time, so I wrote a good poem after it, thinking that this poem also has her contribution.