Suppose that one day in class, a female teacher with a beautiful heart and picturesque features sat down with you without any explanation, making tea with orchids and well water, using her bare hands to add fragrance, she was quiet and elegant.
And in the eyes of countless classmates, she gently handed the tea cup in front of you. There was a touch of light blue floating in the tea cup, and a few wisps of light smoke spread warmth. And in this dense tea mist, she smiled. The orchids are in full bloom, and their cheeks are glowing with the morning glow. Their bright eyes are looking at you without blinking, their red lips and white teeth are slightly open, and they say softly, "Try it, it won't clog your teeth." There is some refreshing orchid fragrance hidden in the moist and refreshing tea mist. It blows towards your face and makes people unable to tell for a moment whether this fragrance comes from the cup of orchid tea in front of you or from this beautiful lady. .
Orchid beauty, orchid tea.
When you see it, what would you do?
Zhao Rong didn't know it before, but now this scene happened to him, which was a bit sudden and caught people off guard.
At this time, all the other Suixingtang students in the Lanzhoudu open space have never thought of this scene. They don't know what to do if they encounter him, but it doesn't matter, there is a guy in front of them, regardless of the students. Their current mood was as mixed as an overturned five-flavor bottle. They all looked at Zhao Rong with wide eyes, wanting to know how he did it.
It's just that the complicated and contradictory thoughts of the Suixing Hall students were not immediately satisfied, because at this time, in their eyes, Zhao Rong was pursing his lips, looking down at the hot tea filled with white mist, and then raising his eyes slightly, looking at the corners of his mouth. There was no movement at all for the moment when Mr. Zhu was tilted up.
At this moment, the air on the court was as solid as syrup.
Most of the people's expressions remained the same as before Zhu Weirui handed over the tea, looking at Zhao Rong eagerly.
Time ticks by.
He still didn't move.
The students around him were the first to be unable to bear it any longer.
Yu Huaijin took a deep breath, separated her raised hands, and let them fall naturally. She grabbed the loose robe beside her hands with both hands and squeezed them, as if wiping the sweat on her palms. After a while, her The pair of jade-like little hands were lifted up again.
Yu Huaijin gradually narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at Zhao Rong, who was silent at this time.
Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou couldn't help but look at each other, big eyes facing small eyes again.
Xiao Hongyu slowly turned her head again and looked at Zhao Rong. She suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth, maybe because she had been breathing in the air-conditioning since just now. Xiao Hongyu licked her dry lips and continued to look at her carefully. Zhao Rong's whole body seemed to want to see the flowers.
It's a pity that a certain student named Zhao didn't.
Li Xueyou on the side widened her eyes and looked at Zhao Rong's face curiously. Suddenly, she suddenly remembered what happened just now...
Wu Peiliang stared at the two people at the table not far away, his eyes repeatedly moving back and forth between Zhao Rong's face and the tea boiled with Zhengguanjing water on the table. He breathed quickly, and then turned his head angrily. Looking at the small bamboo tube on the long lacquered table in front of the open space, I couldn't sit still even more.
Wu Peiliang clenched his fists with both hands and pressed the table. He wanted to loudly ask Mr. Zhu, whom he always admired and respected, why this bastard... Zhao Ziyu could drink the Zhengguan well water that everyone had worked so hard to fight for as a lottery ticket without writing a word, and Orchid-scented tea carefully prepared by Mr. Zhu!
Who in the academy doesn't know that Zhu Weirui's tea ceremony, especially orchid tea, is unique.
But almost no one can drink it. Rumor has it that because she has some mysophobia, even if some gentlemen and fellow scholars in the academy want to visit in advance, she will hardly make tea to entertain guests unless she is also a woman and brings her own tea.
Tea set...
But what's going on now?
We were still looking forward to being satisfied just by drinking the cold well water from Sai Ya. But in the end, you lost all your mysophobia and poured a cup of incense for Zhao Ziyu with your own hands using a tea set that looked like it had been carefully preserved.
Hot tea?
With such different treatment, Wu Peiliang almost couldn't help but start shooting, but the next second he stopped suddenly because... he didn't dare.
His teeth were clenched and his cheeks were trembling.
The woman in front of me, a gentle and elegant woman in Confucian robes, is a gentleman hired by Linlu Academy. She is recorded in the Zhongzhou Confucian Temple as the first-class Confucian scholar in the world. She is at least half a Nascent Soul Confucian monk.
These titles were picked out one by one at random. Wu Peiliang and the family behind him cannot afford to offend him, nor do they want to offend him.
Moreover, Wu Peiliang originally determined to pursue Confucianism and Taoism. When he entered Linlu Academy, he was carefully warned by his family elders on a very simple truth.
Among the students who can enter the 72 Confucian academies to study Confucianism, many men are likely to have studied hard in a poor family. However, almost none of the women studying Confucianism is easy. Among them, they can be distinguished.
There are two special categories of women, one is Confucian women who are very talented in cultivation, and the other is Confucian women who have no qualifications for cultivation and are mortal.
Wu Peiliang remembers the warnings from his family elders that they should not be messed with, and sometimes they should not even deliberately make friends with them.
As for why...the elders in his family did not say.
Wu Peiliang sighed and glanced carefully at the woman in scholar's shirt who was smiling brightly at Zhao Rong.
Now he also vaguely understood some of the vague words of his elders.
For example, the Mr. Zhu in front of me, who is not yet a Jiazi, has such a cultivation level. If other women have such cultivation qualifications and learn the Confucianism and Taoism of a hammer, they can go out and turn right to pick one of the four Taiqing mansions.
Wouldn't it be better to practice? Why study so hard?
However, this Mr. Zhu just learned it, and he learned it very well. He passed all the tests and became the first Confucian scholar among the rare women.
Wu Peiliang swallowed again, because he knew in his heart that Mr. Zhu, who seemed to outsiders to be an extremely accomplished person, might still be viewed by the family and elders behind her as just a mediocre person who did not insult the family.
Feng and family status, as for the glory of the ancestors, are probably not enough...
No matter what Wu Peiliang is thinking in his heart now, at this moment, he dare not be presumptuous.
The one closest to Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui is probably Fan Yushu.
He looked at the scene just now more carefully.
At this time, Fan Yushu's expression was very strange. He was obviously rubbing his eyes in disbelief, but after seeing Zhao Rong motionless and not picking up the precious cup of tea, he reached out under the table eagerly.
Zhao Rong's sleeves.
You are stupid. Drink it quickly. This is the water from Zhengguan Well. What if Mr. Zhu is angry and she regrets taking it back? Take advantage of it. Hey, well, I know you are thin-skinned Ziyu.
A gentleman who observes etiquette and respects etiquette and does not drink from others casually. Ahem, if you are really embarrassed to drink, I can do it for you...
Fan Yushu blinked and secretly pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve.
Zhao Rong didn't know what his friend was thinking, but he had no time to pay attention to him.
Zhao Rong slapped Fan Yushu's hand away in disgust and glanced sideways at him, "You kid will taint my innocence by pulling things like this. If someone misunderstands..."
At this moment, after Zhu Weirui waited quietly for a while, she frowned and glanced at the red sandalwood teacup where the tea mist was gradually decreasing. She suddenly leaned forward again, stretched out two fingers, and picked up this teacup that she had treasured for a long time.
The tea cup that had not been touched by anyone else was pushed towards Zhao Rong, closer to his hand. The curling white mist had already touched the back of Zhao Rong's hand.
Zhu Weirui said helplessly: "Tzuyu, drink it quickly, the tea is getting cold."
As soon as these words came out, the sound of some tables and stools gently knocking could be heard on the field.
Many students in Suixing Hall couldn't sit still and stared angrily at Zhao Rong, as if they felt unworthy of Mr. Zhu who behaved strangely today. However, when they looked at Zhao Rong, they wanted to push him away immediately.
,replace it yourself...
Zhao Rong also felt the cannibalistic looks from his classmates, but he just ignored them.
He lowered his head and looked at this thoughtful cup of tea. Except for the floating tea leaves, the surface of the tea was completely clear and could even reflect a face that Zhao Rong thought was very handsome. He frowned and relaxed.
Zhao Rong's eyes calmed down, and he reached out and picked up the tea cup.
Zhu Weirui smiled sweetly.
All the students watched attentively.
boom--
There was a soft sound, because Zhao Rong put the tea cup down again the next second.
There was another sound of knocking tables and stools on the field.
Zhu Weirui, who was sitting upright, bit her lip gently and stared at him.
Zhao Rong held the teacup that was about half full and raised his head to look at her.
The reason why he didn't drink it was because there was a tacit understanding between the two of them. Zhao Rong knew that what was important to him about this cup of tea at the moment was not whether it contained the tea from Zhengguan Well, but the meaning of drinking it.
Before, you could pretend that we are not familiar with each other, and don't let strangers in. You should be polite and don't bother me. What's the word? I don't understand what you are talking about.
But now after drinking this cup of "full of heart" tea prepared by Zhu Weirui himself, the two of them have become acquainted. You have to answer the questions you ask, but you can no longer be secretive... Zhao Rong knew that this was in front of him.
A woman's little calculation.
On the surface, he earned a lot of face in front of the students of Sui Xing Hall, but there is no such thing as a free dinner in the world, let alone the most difficult thing to tolerate is a favor from a beauty. Think about how he was killed by a certain stupid but "smart" one.
The very little fox demon relied on it... Although Mr. Zhu in front of me probably didn't mean that, but it was still a "beautiful favor" that was hard to bear.
Zhao Rong's teeth were slightly itchy, why did he feel that he was at a disadvantage after drinking it?
While Zhao Rong was hesitating, Zhu Weirui's raised corners of her mouth gradually flattened, and her eyes lowered slightly. In her bright eyes like stars, there seemed to be a kind of smart brilliance that gradually dimmed and was about to go out. But at this moment, the person in front of her
This indifferent man suddenly spoke up.
"Ahem."
Zhao Rong coughed twice.
Zhu Weirui looked up in surprise.
Zhao Rong glanced sideways, then returned to his normal gaze, stared at her, and blinked.
Zhu Weirui was startled for a breath, his eyes suddenly raised, the corners of his mouth raised, and he nodded slightly.
The next moment, she stretched out a green finger, dipped it in the clean water on her side, and immediately wrote something on Zhao Rong's desk.
Suddenly, Zhu Weirui closed her fingers, stopped writing, turned her head without looking around, and smiled at Zhao Rong:
"Ziyu, everyone can't hear you. Hey, if you tell them to practice calligraphy seriously, they should prick up their ears and eavesdrop... But now you can feel free to say whatever you want."
Zhao Rong glanced at Yu Huaijin behind her. This old-fashioned and boring guy kept staring at him, which made Zhao Rong feel a little hairy.
Zhu Weirui turned to look at the close disciple behind him and said softly: "Well, apart from the mystery, don't worry Tzuyu, she will be fine."
Yu Huaijin withdrew her gaze from sizing up Zhao Rong. She stood behind Zhu Weirui with a straight face and her hands in her hands, her eyelids lowered and she remained silent.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at the suddenly well-behaved Yu Huaijin. A smile appeared on his lips, "Okay, that's great."
In the open space at this moment, after watching for a while, the students of Suixing Hall noticed that Zhu Weirui and Zhao Rong were both moving their lips slightly, but no sound came from them. Everyone looked at each other, and soon they woke up one after another. The students sighed softly, but although
I couldn't hear what was said, but many people still looked sideways at Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui from time to time. The most important thing was that they were curious about the cup of tea.
Zhao Rong raised the tea cup in his hand, put it next to his nose, and took a sniff. However, he still did not drink it. Instead, he rotated it in his hand and played with it. He raised his eyes, looked at Zhu Weirui, and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhu, we were on the road just now.
Do you think I look like a fool?"
"Huh?" Zhu Weirui didn't expect him to ask this question.
But she didn't know what she thought of, she pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Zhao Rong with a pair of willow-leaf eyes, "Where is it? Ziyu has a face like a crown jade, sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples, eyes like bright stars, and a nose like
He is bold, his lips are greased, his body is long and tall, and his jade trees stand in the wind. In my opinion, if you need to add a sincerity, simplicity and honesty, you don't look like a fool."
She shook her head with an affirmative look on her face, her expression serious.
Zhao Rong turned the teacup with his right hand, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and glared at her.
"Puch."
Zhu Weirui narrowed her eyes slightly and looked happy.