Yu Huaijin had some speculations about her teacher and the strange man writing a couplet together.
Similar practices are very common in some story-telling novels about talented men and beautiful ladies.
And not long ago, Han Wenfuqiao borrowed the fragments of a sentence she mentioned casually and wrote a poem about falling flowers for her.
Even people who don't read poetry can roughly understand the specific meaning of this kind of "elegant thing".
The fish in Huaijin Cave is like watching fire.
Yes, teacher...she is also a woman after all.
Even if you are a great Confucian monk who has read the books of sages and sages, so what, he still has seven emotions and six desires.
not to mention……
Yu Huaijin closed his eyes, moved quietly, walked around the table lightly, and came to the opposite side of Zhu Weirui who was lost in writing.
There are seven inkstones on the table, and most of them are empty. They must have been filled with ink but were used.
She reached out and brought an empty inkstone, got some water and started grinding the ink.
Yu Huaijin's posture was dignified, and he was grinding with his left hand. His movements were light and heavy, moderate in speed, and no ink spilled out.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Zhu Weirui.
I saw this woman in a scholar's shirt standing in the sun, lowering her head and writing quickly. From time to time, she raised her head slightly and glanced at the framed couplets. As she wrote, the corners of her lips gradually raised, and she smiled unconsciously.
Yu Huaijin pursed her lips slightly.
When she looked at the name of this strange man, she just felt that he was dignified and majestic, and he had an imposing manner, but she didn't see much in particular.
In other words, in the eyes of many people, including Yu Huaijin, well-written words all look the same, and they can only say "good-looking" and other subjective aesthetic feelings.
As for the ugly and bad handwriting, there is something to be said for it...
However, looking at the teacher's appearance, there must be something deeper hidden in this man's words that fascinated her.
Yu Huaijin shook her head and didn't think too much about it. After all, this should be something that great scholars like the teacher should study. She was just an academy student at the moment, so it was useless to think too much about it.
However, Yu Huaijin still sighed slightly in her heart. According to the teacher's temperament, she likes to see people through words. I remember he often told her that "words are like people", so if you are obsessed with words... you may also be the same with people.
Yu Huaijin once again thought of the couplet written by the two outside Yi Lanxuan's door, and suddenly felt a little curious about this strange man... Well, it is very likely that he will be the future master, a gentleman in the academy or a great scholar outside the academy.
A scholar, or a gentleman?
As time passed, Chuyang, who was originally tilted, was gradually straightened.
The male students in the waiting booth near the courtyard gate also left with regret.
On the desk in the orchid garden, the ink as dark as night in the inkstone gradually decreased, and was filled again by grinding by a snow-white hand.
The table is covered with rice paper, layer after layer.
finally.
At a certain moment, the woman in scholar's shirt in front of the writing desk suddenly stopped writing, stared at a certain word under the pen and blinked. In an instant, she smiled again, like an orchid in an empty valley, silently and brilliantly.
The next second.
Zhu Weirui's bent upper body suddenly straightened up and put the brush on the table with a smile on her face. She raised her head slightly and saw Yu Huaijin. Her eyes lit up, but immediately she said angrily, "When did Huaijin come? Why?"
Don’t you call me? Have you waited too long?”
Yu Huaijin turned around to look when Zhu Weirui stopped writing. However, at this time, she did not answer the teacher's words immediately, but... her eyes were attracted by the spectacular scenery somewhere.
Zhu Weirui's movement when he straightened up just now was a bit violent, and now, somewhere is "earthquake and mountain shaking", as if the ground is turning over, with aftershocks happening one after another.
If Zhao Rong were present at this moment, after taking a glance, he would definitely be in a mood for poetry. He would raise his head with his hands behind his back and recite "The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, and the waves are like anger..." with a righteous expression. He would be a Nanshan fan on the spot, and he would probably not say anything.
Down.
Zhu Weirui noticed the student's gaze, and a wisp of cloud flew over her cheeks. Last night when she was bathing in orchid soup, she suddenly got up and got out of the bath. She steamed it slightly with spiritual energy, rolled her hair casually, and simply put on a Confucian shirt.
Before I took off my clothes, I came here to write with a fire capsule and a pen. In the blink of an eye, it was already dawn, and the student was beside me.
Hmm, this Confucian shirt is already the roomiest in the wardrobe, but it's still... so close to the body. Fortunately, it's just Huaijin who has a close relationship with her.
"Ahem," Zhu Weirui bit her lip and said shamelessly in anger. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and coughed lightly. She also used her wide sleeves to block a certain earthquake-prone place.
After Yu Huaijin glanced at it for a few times, she looked away expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened. She saluted respectfully and said: "Teacher, Xuanji has just arrived. Seeing that the teacher is fascinated, I didn't bother him. Anyway,
Nothing."
Zhu Weirui also wanted to return the favor, but it was broad daylight and it happened to be the dangerous period after the earthquake. He had to be careful of aftershocks, so it was better to stand still.
She became more and more annoyed and looked around at the deserted place. At the same time, she stretched out her hand in the air and said, "How come Huaijin is still so polite... Eh, that's all."
"Where's Jingzi? It's strange, where did she go?"
Yu Huaijin shook his head, "I don't know what the mystery is. I saw her watering the flower garden just now. Maybe the door has opened again. I remember that Jingzi took on a job of looking after the side door of the academy. Maybe it has opened the door again.
Bar."
Zhu Weirui was quiet for a moment after hearing this. She looked down at the framed couplet in the center of the desk and spoke softly, her voice calm.
"I won't go now. This girl has a naughty temper. Somehow, she has not learned the elegance of Orchid at all. From now on, I will keep her by my side and watch over her. I will never let her run around in the academy again. She actually contradicted him last time...
…”
The woman in Confucian robes paused for a moment, frowned slightly, looked at the man's handwriting, and sighed slightly.
Yu Huaijin held his hands and stood quietly aside. Seeing this scene, he lowered his eyes and said nothing.
But she had some clarity in her mind. It seemed that this possible "master" was a gentleman from the academy...
Zhu Weirui shook her head and said, "By the way, why did Huaijin want to come see me today? What's the matter?"
As she said that, she turned her attention to the food box that Yu Huaijin brought.
Yu Huaijin opened the food box and said, "I brought some delicious food to the teacher."
After saying that, he took out the cucumber from the box and handed it over.
"Delicious?" Zhu Weirui was quite curious. After all, it was what this student said was delicious. But after taking a closer look, she exclaimed, "It turns out to be cucumber."
Zhu Weirui took it, glanced at Yu Huaijin for a few times, and smiled, "It turns out that Huaijin likes to eat this, but it's rare in the academy."
Yu Huaijin did not explain. She looked at the teacher without blinking. After she took a taste, Yu Huaijin spoke again:
"It's nothing urgent. I just came to visit the teacher. I also have some questions about penmanship that I would like to ask you. By the way, teacher, you have our Suixing class tomorrow morning, don't forget it."
"Yeah," Zhu Weirui was startled, put down the cucumber in his hand, and patted his smooth forehead with his jade hand, "Tomorrow! I almost forgot."
Her eyes suddenly brightened, she reached out and picked up the copy of the calligraphy that she was very satisfied with on the table, looked down, raised the corners of her mouth, and murmured to herself, "That's just right, I can see the young master, and I can also give him
Take a look and ask for advice."
Yu Huaijin was slightly stunned, looking at the teacher in front of him who was a little different from usual.
The guess in my mind became more and more certain. It seemed that I was really going to be called "Master"...
She looked at Zhu Weirui. She was arranging the manuscript papers on the table with brisk movements and happy eyes. From time to time, she picked out a few of them, stared down, and nodded lightly.
Yu Huaijin thought for a while and then reminded: "Teacher, don't forget the calligraphy class in our Pusu Xing Hall tomorrow morning."
Zhu Weirui raised his head and said with bright eyes: "Of course I won't forget it."
Yu Huaijin nodded, teacher, just don't forget their class just because you have an appointment to meet that person.
Zhu Weirui put away a few carefully selected words and said softly:
"Huaijin, let's go into the room and chat. I'm a teacher... I'll change my clothes and come back later to continue writing. I can just write until tomorrow and go directly to teach you."
Then, the two of them turned around and walked towards the house.
Zhu Weirui was walking in front and could not see her face, but a soft voice suddenly came from her:
"Huaijin, Jingzi is not here, please help me, help me... tie it up."
Yu Huaijin glanced at the teacher's beautiful figure. She had done a lot of such private things before, so she agreed:
"Okay, teacher."
Not long after.
In a room that looks more like a study than a boudoir.
Behind a screen covered with ink characters, two women are hidden.
Behind the screen, the scenery is unique at the moment.
Yu Huaijin's face looked like a flat lake, and his eyes calmly looked at the waterfall and the towering snow-capped mountains not far away.
She held the white cloth in her hand and gently rolled it for the teacher.
However, no matter how gentle you are with this beautiful thing, it will still be restraint and oppression.
Whether it's the "snow scene" in front of you or other beautiful things.
At a certain moment, Yu Huaijin suddenly said: "Teacher, are you tired?"
Zhu Weirui was stunned for a moment, and her cheeks quickly turned red.
She just thought the students were shaming her.
The elegant woman who was wrapped in white cloth opened her jade lips lightly, but for a moment, she suddenly paused and swallowed her angry words.
She looked at the appearance of the old-fashioned woman in front of her, and then glanced at Yu Huaijin's small hands, which were whiter than white cloth.
Zhu Weirui stared at this student whose life seemed to be destined for a long time, and said seriously: "As long as you feel it's worth it, you won't be tired at all."
"Worth it? Worth it..."
Yu Huaijin whispered.
It was a rare sunny day, and the sun was warm in the morning.
Zhao Rong took Concubine Zhao Ling and left Nanxuan School and went to a lakeside where he liked to stroll and read in the early morning.
Along the way, Qingjun attracted the attention of many scholars in the academy, but Zhao Rong held her hand with a calm expression and swore his sovereignty. Qingjun also held his arm generously, and the two of them walked alone.
After a stick of incense.
They found an elegant pavilion that was deserted and sat down in pairs.
"Huh, I finally escaped. This Yu Huaijin is really difficult to deal with. Qingjun, thank you for coming to me, otherwise I would have been suppressed by her all day long and locked up in the yard to write straight characters."
Zhao Rong took the food box from Zhao Lingfei, "Oh, I'm starving to death, Qingjun, this porridge is delicious."
But at this moment, Zhao Lingfei suddenly smiled and said: "Husband, didn't you just say that you wanted to teach me the truth?"