The few simple words Zhu Weirui said caused an uproar among the students of Suixing Hall.
The students turned their heads to look.
Yu Huaijin's expression moved slightly and he couldn't help but look sideways.
Wu Peiliang opened his eyes and raised his head sharply.
Li Xueyou's mouth was slightly open, while Xiao Hongyu's waist was straight.
Fan Yushu's eyes widened and he stared unblinkingly.
All the students' eyes were locked on the small emerald green bamboo tube at the head of the long lacquered table.
An ordinary bamboo tube is the focus of the whole scene.
However, one person seems to be an exception.
Zhao Rong was originally reading a new book of scriptures with his head down. When he heard Zhu Weirui say that this class exercise was interesting, he raised his eyebrows.
But when he saw her, he took out a small bamboo tube and said what kind of well water it was. Zhao Rong immediately lowered his head and continued to study Confucian scriptures.
Fan Yushu clenched his fists and beat his palms.
"Tzuyu, Tzuyu, turned out to be the water from the Zhengguan Well. This is the water that only those who have to become a scholar or a scholar have the opportunity to drink! I asked why my left eyelid kept twitching when I woke up this morning. I thought it was because I could see
You look like you have a weak kidney. You deserved it for your lack of loyalty yesterday, but I didn’t expect that you would have the opportunity to drink water from the Zhengguan Well at Mr. Zhu’s place!”
Zhao Rong curled his lips and ignored Fan Yushu's words, but said casually without raising his head:
"Isn't that still water? When I passed by that well before, I heard that the water from this well is better for making tea. Is there anything else magical about it?"
His last tone was filled with expectation.
Fan Yushu was startled, "Um, I've never heard of this mysterious thing, and I don't know if it exists. I just heard they said that the water from Zhengguan Well has a cold taste and a strong aroma, so it's for cooking and drinking.
Divine object.”
"Oh." Zhao Rong responded.
Fan Yushu straightened his back and looked at the small bamboo tube in the distance that attracted everyone's attention, "Tzuyu, whether you are magical or not is not the key. Whether it tastes good or not is only secondary. The important thing is that this Zhengguanjingshui
Symbolism!”
"Hey, how can I tell you..." He looked at the object with burning eyes and sighed.
"In the entire academy, only Master Shan, the elder, can draw water from the Zhengguan Well, and new gentlemen who have just entered the academy can get a small share of the well water. We students and scholars want to obtain this well water, except for
In addition to receiving a small reward for making great contributions to the academy, the only thing that can be done is to be rated as a reading seed of the academy. Reading seeds, I have not yet met the senior brothers and sisters mentioned in the rumors. They don’t even have names.
I know a few, I heard that there is a man named Sima..."
Zhao Rong, who was reading with his head lowered, picked it up with his index finger, turned a page of the book, and muttered, "Reading seeds..."
Fan Yushu nodded.
"This is the highest honor among the students and scholars in our academy. It can even be equal to the gentlemen of the academy. In some aspects, they have the same status. They are all the key training targets of our Linlu Academy, and the resources and connections they have obtained are incomparable.
Imagine, and it is equivalent to the mountain chief candidates, the future new mountain chief will be born among them, but the difficulty of obtaining this title..."
"Sometimes students from consecutive classes will not produce one, but this time we have Yu Huaijin, I don't know if she can win it."
Zhao Rong nodded slightly, thoughtfully.
Fan Yushu also nodded along with him, and patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder.
"Okay, Tzuyu, I've told you how powerful the status of Reading Seed is. You can use it to have a sweet dream. As for the conditions for obtaining it, I won't tell you. In fact, I don't know, but this
It’s not important. What’s important is that you’d better not know about it. It will affect your sense of immersion in your sweet dreams, and the gain outweighs the losses. But brother Wei, I just hope that you can take me with you in your sweet dreams, and together we can become the seeds of reading in Linlu Academy.”
Hearing this, Zhao Rong folded a corner of the page, and immediately closed the book. He turned to look at Fan Yushu, nodded and clasped his fists, "Thank you so much, brother Yushu, but if I dreamed that you became a reading seed like me, I would
If it affects my little brother’s dream, this title will suddenly become meaningless.”
Fan Yushu: “…………”
He blinked and looked at Zhao Rong's sincere expression, feeling a little itchy.
Fan Yushu said angrily:
"No more nonsense, you have taken me off topic again... Ziyu, you just need to know that the water from Zhengguan Well is of great significance in our academy. If you can drink a sip of water from this well today, the next day...
…It doesn’t take the next day, just the afternoon, and you can travel through the entire Mochi Academy in no time. Even the scholars and brothers outside will hear your name and are very envious of you."
Zhao Rong said seriously: "Isn't that just a mouthful of water? It's just a false name."
He paused and thought for a while, "I won't drink it even if it's put to my mouth. After all, drinking cold water in this weather will clog my teeth."
After he finished speaking, many students around him looked at him sideways.
Fan Yushu sighed: "Tzuyu is indeed noble and upright, but we are vulgar. We are ashamed and ashamed."
Zhao Rong blinked and hugged his fists in return.
Fan Yushu tentatively said: "Well, Ziyu, why don't you and I write a set of words? I usually see that your handwriting is very neat. Maybe Mr. Zhu just likes it and has some affinity. Let's do it together."
Pengpeng, if I miss but Tzuyu does, according to your noble and upright character, let me drink it and let my brother be mediocre for a while?"
Zhao Rong nodded thoughtfully, and then said decisively: "No."
Fan Yushu choked and glared at him. Then he quickly lowered his head and started writing seriously. The time for burning incense was not long.
Zhao Rong had a smile on his face and glanced at Fan Yushu, who was attentive. Seeing this guy with such a correct attitude for the first time, he laughed and shook his head, no longer delaying his friend who wanted to win the prize.
Zhao Rong raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the woman in Confucian shirt in front of him with a smile on her lips, then lowered his head and continued reading.
Zhu Weirui was standing behind the long lacquered table with her hands behind her back, her chin slightly raised, and the corners of her lips smiling as she looked at the students in the audience who were being motivated and busy. She quietly tilted her peripheral vision to the left, and the next second
I saw Zhao Rong sitting quietly and reading a book leisurely.
"Um?"
Zhu Weirui's nasal voice was very soft. She stared at Zhao Rong who was immersed in reading for a while. He was out of tune with the busy students in the open space and had no intention of writing.
The woman in Confucian robes frowned lightly.
The time of a stick of incense passes quickly.
During this period, no students submitted their papers in advance. After all, they were choosing the best word to submit. There would be no difference in writing as many as possible and picking the best one to submit.
The students stood up one after another to hand in their papers.
Fan Yushu relaxed his brows, exhaled, put down his pen, carefully picked up a piece of flower curtain paper with still wet ink, and blew on it.
He turned around and found that Zhao Rong had not moved a word and was looking down at the book.
Fan Yushu didn't look at it any longer, picked up the piece of writing he was most satisfied with, and excitedly stepped forward to hand in the paper.
Confucianism attaches great importance to respecting teachers and teaching. When the academy gentlemen do any chores in class, students will almost always do it for them.
This is what the students at Lanzhoudu School are currently handing in.
When the time for burning incense was up, Yu Huaijin, who had already finished writing in advance, took her rice paper and walked directly to the lacquered red table and put away the students' rice paper.
The students lined up in an orderly and silent manner, handing in rice paper.
Wu Peiliang was the first to get up and hand in his papers.
He has been practicing calligraphy hard these days, and whenever he has free time, he copies the famous calligraphy collected by his family.
Wu Peiliang's scores in seven arts are among the best in Suixing Hall. In the last mid-month exam, he was ranked fourth in Suixing Hall. However, he felt that it would be difficult for those in front of him to surpass him. In calligraphy, he was ranked fourth in Suixing Hall last mid-month.
In the assessment, everyone's scores were about the same.
This allowed Wu Peiliang to see an opportunity, an opportunity to transcend, so calligraphy was a subject he must strive for, and Wu Peiliang also worked hard for this.
At the moment, the only person he seriously considers to be his rival in the art of calligraphy in Suixingtang is Yu Huaijin.
In the last mid-month assessment, although her calligraphy skills were also ranked first in the Suixing Hall, the gap with those who came after her was extremely small. Unlike the other six arts, some of which were even given full marks by the gentlemen, which made her
It is difficult for the students of Suixing Hall to compare with him.
The gap between Wu Peiliang and Yu Huaijin in calligraphy skills was very close last time, and he always believed that Yu Huaijin just had the first-come-first-served advantage in this new art.
After all, no one was familiar with calligraphy before, but Yu Huaijin followed Mr. Zhu to Linlu Academy. The close teacher-student relationship between the two in private was almost a well-known thing in Mochi Academy.
Wu Peiliang held the calligraphy rice paper in his hand and took a quick step forward to hand in the paper first, walking at the front.
He came to Yu Huaijin and glanced down at the words that Yu Huaijin first put on the table.
Wu Peiliang handed over the writing in his hand, smiled and saluted, "Thank you, Senior."
Yu Huaijin nodded slightly, put away his handwriting, and superimposed it on her own handwriting. However, during the whole process, Yu Huaijin did not lower her head to look at Wu Peiliang's handwriting.
Wu Peiliang turned around and left, the words "upright and delicate" that just came into view flashed through his mind.
He took a breath, thought about it, and compared it with his own.
Not long after, Wu Peiliang nodded slightly, walked away with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, and walked briskly.
It should be possible to win.
As for the calligraphy handed in by the students at the back, he didn't worry much. According to the experience of the past calligraphy class assessments, other students could win the lottery once at most. At first glance, it seemed that luck had a greater factor, and just counting
He and Yu Huaijin have won several titles, but Yu Huaijin has slightly more.
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But this time Wu Peiliang was fully prepared after class...
The students of Shuixing Hall handed in their papers one after another, and Yu Huaijin collected them one by one, recording the order of names for Zhu Weirui's correction later.
Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou are lining up.
Li Xueyou's hands were empty because Xiao Hongyu snatched them to look at them.
Xiao Hongyu bit her lip and looked at her friend's delicate and gentle regular script, and then looked at her own handwriting.
Xiao Hongyu's shoulders slumped, and he handed Li Xueyou's words back, pretending to be sad:
"Hey, Xue You, have you practiced behind my back? Your writing is so good, I guess you are almost catching up with Huai Jin. Humph, you two don't teach me. I won't play with you anymore. It's all me.
Bottom."
Li Xueyou pursed her lips and smiled, knowing that her friend was joking, but she still took Xiao Hongyu's sleeves with both hands, shook them gently, and gave her a big smile.
Xiao Hongyu couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter. She looked at Yu Huaijin in front of her and said, "Xueyou, who do you think will win the first prize today and drink that precious well water?"
Li Xueyou thought for a while and shook her head.
Xiao Hongyu sighed, "I think it's either Huaijin or Brother Wu. The two of them have taken turns to win the last few times. The situation where you can rely on luck to win the first place is becoming less and less."
She turned her head and glanced at Wu Peiliang's back, sighing, "Brother Wu is so awesome, he can actually catch up with Huai Jin."
"Yeah." Li Xueyou nodded.
Not long after, all the students who handed in their papers had left, and no one came forward.
Yu Huaijin lowered his head and counted the papers.
The whole audience looked at her and Zhu Weirui quietly.
Yu Huaijin suddenly frowned and stared at the stack of papers with the wrong number in her hand. After being silent for a while, she raised her head and looked directly in the direction of Zhao Rong.
The next second, she moved and walked towards Zhao Rong with her hands in hand.