Jingzi didn't feel surprised to see Yu Huaijin being so "courteous".
She (tā) quickly bent down to return the gift. After standing up, she stretched out her hand to hold the bookboy hat that had slipped a little on her forehead.
"The teacher is here, but she (tā) is writing in the flower garden."
Yu Huaijin nodded slightly, ready to put down his things and say goodbye first.
The teacher became her (tā) "private teacher" a long time ago, when he first became the first-class Confucian scholar.
The two have been together for a long time, and Yu Huaijin knows that once the teacher gets excited and goes to the flower garden to write, he must have become obsessed with calligraphy again. He will be obsessed with calligraphy, and he will write for a whole day without allowing others to disturb him, to no avail.
Treat guests and meet people.
However, for someone as close as her (tā), if there is an emergency, it wouldn't be too much trouble to get close.
It's just that Shi Zi, who was respected as Master Yu Huaijin, would do this for no reason.
This time she (tā) came to see Mr. Zhu for advice on some calligraphy issues and his skill in calligraphy.
Regarding this new and unfamiliar art, the six schools of Mochi Academy had almost average results in the last mid-month exam. There was no gap between them, and there was not even a single student who was outstanding.
Therefore, the study of calligraphy is likely to be the key to success in the next mid-month exam. It is uncertain whether the schools behind Zishi Hall will be able to surpass Xiuliang Hall, which is slightly different from the present one.
, Therefore, Yu Huaijin felt that he must not relax.
Mochi Academy only has one teacher, a calligrapher, who has to teach six classes, so it is inevitable that he has no skills at all. The teacher also has no assistant to help, so he cannot take care of all the students.
Yu Huaijin has been practicing calligraphy hard whenever she has free time in private recently. This time she came here also for calligraphy. She (tā) wanted to improve more and learn more easily, so that she could talk to other students in the Zishi Hall in private.
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After all, although Yu Huaijin is not good at calligraphy, he is still one of the top students in the school. On the contrary, he is taller among the short ones.
However, since my husband is practicing calligraphy in the flower garden today, it is better not to disturb her (tā).
It's just that Yu Huaijin pursed her lips, thinking that the timing was quite coincidental. She remembered that the teacher seemed to have encountered a "big mountain" in calligraphy for a long time, and he rarely became as motivated to practice calligraphy as he did today.
At this moment? Jingzi glanced at Yu Huaijin, her expression wanting to speak but hesitating.
Yu Huaijin was just about to turn around when he suddenly paused. He looked at the face of the girl in blue and thought about it: "Jingzi? Is there something else?"
Jingzi clasped his hands behind his back, looking at his head and toes, hesitating:
"Sir...Mr. has been obsessed with practicing calligraphy these days. He even forgot to eat and sleep. He hasn't rested for a long time. He attends classes every day. It was only after I reminded her (tā) that she (tā) remembered."
She (tā) paused, glanced at Sister Yu, and saw that the old-fashioned woman in front of her was listening attentively, so she weighed again:
"Sir, he devoted himself to calligraphy, and so did today. Last night he stopped for a drink of water, and then picked up...picked up the copybook to observe. In the early morning, he picked up the firefly sac, paper, ink, pen, and inkstone, and went to the flower garden.
Writing. Although my husband has a high level of cultivation, if this continues... Sister Yu, why don't you go and persuade your husband to let her rest, he will still listen to you."
When Yu Huaijin heard this, he closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the strange couplet on the open work door.
Seeing this, Jingzi bit her lip and looked at her head and feet without saying a word.
Yu Huaijin's body, which had been leaning sideways, straightened back and nodded gently, "I'm going to see the teacher."
After saying that, he picked up the food box and walked towards the Yilan Pavilion first.
"Okay." The girl in blue was delighted and jumped to follow her (tā).
Jingzi walked into the door. She looked at Yu Huaijin's back, then turned to look outside the door. When she saw the man outside the door, she opened the door and turned around to check curiously:
"By the way, where's Sister Yu, Sister Bifang, she(tā) didn't come this time?"
Yu Huaijin, who was walking down the stairs, lowered his eyes slightly, kept walking, and said softly, "I'm greedy, so I went outside to buy some snacks."
"Oh," Jingzi nodded. Among her (tā) rankings, Sister Yu's personal maid, Sister Bifang, was indeed a glutton. Before she saw her (tā), she always carried snacks with her and kept eating.
"Sister Bifang is so skinny, how can she not gain weight no matter how much she eats? Well, she is just like me..." The girl in blue muttered, and finally looked up at her toes and sighed.
At this moment, Yu Huaijin walked down the steps and entered the Gongzi. Suddenly he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw something.
She turned around and saw several men's bodies in the small pavilion used to receive guests not far from the work gate.
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Jingzi behind her noticed Yu Huaijin's expression. She glanced at the man waiting eagerly in the waiting booth and said casually:
"Oh, they are the seniors from other classes in the school. Sister Yu, you should know them. They came to see my husband for advice on calligraphy. However, I told them that my husband would not be a king in a short time. I turned around and they didn't listen.
, I have to wait for my husband to finish writing..."
The girl in blue glanced at Yu Huaijin, and her eyes lit up, "By the way, Han Wencheng, the toad who wants to eat swan meat, is here too. Sister Yu, you are here, then I will help you drive him away."
"
After saying that, Jingzi shook her head and happily prepared to go to the waiting booth to chase people away.
"Jingzi, come back," Yu Huaijin frowned and called out to the naughty Lanhua Gemei, "Brother Han, like me, is a student under the care of the teacher. He is here to ask questions, how can he chase people away without reason?
Let’s go? Also, don’t give random nicknames to others in the future.”
"Oh." Jingzi hesitated and took stock.
At this moment, several people in the pavilion seemed to notice Yu Huaijin who had just entered Yilanxuan.
One of them, a handsome man in rich clothes, quickly left the pavilion and came towards me.
"Brother Huaijin, what a coincidence, you are here too."
The visitor was none other than Han Wencheng. He smiled at He Xi with a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Brother Han, Brother Chen, Brother Wei..." Yu Huaijin looked calm and saluted to him and the other seniors behind him.
"Brother Yu." Everyone returned the greeting.
Han Wencheng smiled and said: "Brother Huaijin, it seems that you also asked Mr. Zhu for help in calligraphy."
As he spoke, he secretly and carefully checked the expression of the woman in front of him whom he thought about day and night.
Yu Huaijin's expression was calm. He glanced at him, nodded, and did not answer. Instead, he hugged his hands and said goodbye: "Sorry, brothers, I still have something to do with Xuanji, so I'll leave first."
After finishing her words, she turned around and walked towards the flower garden in the distance where she could see the graceful figure of a certain woman.
Han Wencheng and several senior students in the lower school looked at each other and looked at each other a few times. They were used to it and didn't feel embarrassed.
Han Wencheng Bao smiled warmly and watched Yu Huaijin go away.
I saw her (tā) walking farther and farther towards her thin and short body, and finally entered the flower garden where they had been looking at all morning.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared.
In the flower garden, orchids of various colors were clustered around a long and narrow writing desk. Next to the desk, there was a quiet woman in a scholar's shirt who looked like an orchid. She was bending over her head, holding a pen in her sleeves, and writing with ink.
Regarding the relationship between Yu Huaijin and Mr. Lanhua, who was respected and admired by countless Confucian scholars and engineering students, most students in Mochi Academy knew a little bit about it.
Yu Huaijin was not from Wangquezhou, but was brought to Ranlu Bookstore by Mr. Zhu a few months ago. He didn’t even go through the back door that Mr. Bookman could open, and directly participated in the entrance examination of Bookman, and finally won the well-deserved award.
Entered Mochi Academy with the first place result.
Han Wencheng looked at it from a distance. Yu Huaijin and Mr. Zhu, the female master and apprentice, were not dissatisfied with their bodies among the orchids. After all, in his opinion, the entire Ranlu Book Works had established a dragon's head.
Except for the endless mountain leader, no man should be able to enter this mysterious garden where Mr. Zhu specializes in writing.
Now those who are on the reading committee are no good and have no qualifications.
Because this woman in a Confucian shirt is the first-class scholar of Confucianism.
Because An Shi insisted on pursuing this eternal calligraphy art, she was half-reared and half-abandoned by the Zhongzhou Confucian Temple, but her identity and cultivation were still there. In Confucianism, which has strict etiquette and laws, there is no such book
A Confucian scholar dares to go even half a step further.
Han Wencheng hurriedly turned his eyes away and looked at the picturesque woman in the orchid. Because some things are impossible. The only person who can match her (tā) is a gentleman of the same generation.
?
Han Wencheng thought to himself, while Xuan An stared at Yu Huaijin wholeheartedly.
A few days ago, I sent Luo Hua only poems without success. Not only was she (tā) sent him back in public, but my friend Guan Jia, who had been faintly elevated to the highest level, also retreated back, becoming like this now, like a common man with Guan Jia as pale as water.
Classmates.
However, in the past few days, Han Wencheng had no intention of going to Yu Huaijin to "ask for advice". Now he was afraid that things would turn upside down. Now that it has cooled down for a few days, the previous aftermath should have receded, and now he has to look for another opportunity.
He squinted and stared at the flower garden.
It is indeed difficult to get close to Yu Huaijin, but Han Wencheng has known her for so many days, and after some "failures and mistakes", he has gradually figured out some methods that seem to work.
Although Yu Huaijin comes across as stiff, serious and old-fashioned, she strictly abides by etiquette, works calmly and calmly, and treats everyone equally on weekdays. This is also an area that Han Wencheng finds difficult to overcome. However, she (tā) must be extremely arrogant in her heart.
of.
Yu Huaijin didn't have the thought of looking down on everyone in her heart, but her talents and abilities... her family still made her look down on everyone unconsciously.
So she (tā) treats everyone else equally, even mortals without cultivation and monks who have climbed mountains are all the same in Yu Huaijin's eyes, because, looking down from the top of the mountain, the people on the ground are all the same.
People and people halfway up the mountain are actually the same, they are all underfoot.
I don't know what he thought of, but the smile on Han Wencheng's face gradually faded away, but then he regained his composure and slightly curled up the corner of his mouth.
It is precisely because of Yu Huaijin's history that if someone can defeat Yu Huaijin somewhere, preferably somewhere she (tā) cares about, and make her (tā) fail, then it is possible to get this
True respect for an old-fashioned woman.
Moreover, because she (tā) is a serious and studious Shi Ying, she might even come to him for advice.
Han Wencheng let out a heavy breath in his chest. The mid-month exam will be held in about half a month, and now is his chance.
Han Wencheng knows his own strength and he has always been very self-aware. Han Wencheng sometimes uses it as an advantage.
It would be difficult for him to beat Yu Huaijin in the seven arts in a short period of time, even if both of them have the same calligraphy skills that Mr. Zhu is not satisfied with.
After all, Yu Huaijin was close to Mr. Zhu, so he could get closer to the water and get the moon first. Han Wencheng felt that it was a bit difficult to surpass her (tā).
However, if he can lead the Xiuliang Hall, defeat the Zishi Hall led by Yu Huaijin in the mid-month exam, defeat her (tā) pride, and win the first place in the autumn of this quarter of the school year.
Then, according to Yu Huaijin's history, 80% of the time she will take the initiative to seek advice from him, and he will not be considered one of those people who "treat everyone equally" in her eyes, and the customs price will definitely go further...
"Hey, Han Ha...Han Wencheng, have you seen enough? You keep staring at Sister Yu and my husband!"
An impatient cooing sound came from the room.
Han Wencheng came to his senses immediately, turned around and saw that Mr. Zhu's personal book boy, who liked to hold grudges and was petty, was glaring at him with an erect brow.
Several familiar school seniors in the lower circle also looked at him strangely.
Han Wencheng clenched his fist to cover his mouth, coughed twice and remained silent.
…
When Yu Huaijin walked into the flower garden with different orchids trailing from his clothes.
Zhu Weirui was bowing her head, grabbing her sleeve with one hand, revealing a round and slender lotus root arm, holding a snow white hair cone in one hand, and writing something with concentration.
Did not look back at her (tā).
But Yu Huaijin was used to it.
She (tā) walked to the table with light steps.
Xuan An, his eyes were attracted by a neatly framed couplet on the desk.
Yu Huaijin glanced at it and found that the handwriting on the couplet was not the teacher's, but it looked familiar at first glance, as if he had seen it before.
She looked at it carefully a few more times and raised her eyelids slightly. On the couplet written by the teacher and the strange man at the door, the man's handwriting was somewhat similar to the words on this couplet.
Yu Huaijin tilted his head slightly and couldn't help but glance at the teacher who looked bewildered.