Chapter 255 Although I worked hard for a day, I can still write the orthography
In front of the desk, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and stared at the rosewood teacup held in Zhu Yourong's hand. However, the position of this teacup was a bit particular, just in front of a shameful place.
When Zhao Rong asked in surprise, Zhu Yourong's delicate body froze, and the hand holding the tea stopped, as if she never expected that he would suddenly say such a thing. At this moment, she looked at Zhao with a slightly confused expression.
Rong, I saw his eyes drooping, staring at something, his eyes were straight, naked and eager.
"Ah?" Zhu Yourong opened her mouth slightly, and a slight blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks. However, her skin was as white as porcelain, and it was very conspicuous in broad daylight.
"I'm asking if there is a lot of water in this well."
Zhao Rong stared at the teacup and said hurriedly, but then he seemed to realize something. His eyes crossed the teacup and suddenly hit two charming green mountains.
Zhao Rong quickly raised his head, glared at Zhu Yourong, and said angrily: "Nothing else, don't think too much about it!"
"Oh..." Zhu Yourong opened his mouth and responded subconsciously, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly closed it.
She bit her lip and frowned slightly, staring at the unscrupulous man in front of her with a slightly serious tone, "What else, what on earth is Tzuyu talking about?"
As he spoke, Zhu Yourong's hand holding the teacup moved silently and shifted its position. Zhao Rongdu's eyes also followed suit. Her eyelids drooped slightly and her eyes were closed, looking as if nothing had happened.
"Huh?" Zhao Rong couldn't help frowning when he saw Zhu Yourong's confused expression, and asked tentatively: "You... really didn't think much about it?"
"What are you thinking about?" Zhu Yourong shook his head, "Is Ziyu talking about the well water for making tea?"
She raised the tea cup she had taken a few sips to indicate.
Zhao Rong was staring at the tea cup. Hearing this, he couldn't help but glance at Zhu Yourong's face a few more times, and suddenly caught the blush on her face that had not completely dissipated.
He raised his eyelids, then glanced directly at the two charming green mountains in the depths of the clouds, and said: "I didn't think much about it, Mr. Zhu, why are you blushing?"
Hearing the words of honor coming out of his mouth, as well as the casual look in his eyes, in an instant, Zhu Yourong's jade face couldn't stand up, his eyes widened, and he glanced at Zhao Rong, "You, why are you so messed up?
Talking nonsense!”
Because of her background and upbringing, most of the men she had come into contact with in the past were Confucian scholars. In front of Zhu Yourong, almost none of them looked like a humble gentleman who was personable and polite. However, she was not a little white flower who didn't know the world. After all, she was already halfway through her cultivation.
The great monks of Nascent Soul have also been to several states in the world. In the past, they have seen unscrupulous men like Zhao Rong, but they always stay far away and ignore them. How can they give them a chance to contact them? Even if they come into contact,
How dare these men talk nonsense in front of Zhu Yourong.
It's just that today is a good day. The young master who has been sleeping hard for the past ten months and has been thinking about becoming a master of calligraphy has lied to her with a serious face when they first met, saying that he likes to eat women. Now, he suddenly said some nonsense that is misleading.
He didn't care about the words, but he still held on to her shame, asking her to admit something...
Zhu Yourong pursed her lips and glared at Zhao Rong, with a hint of embarrassment in her brows.
Next to the two people who were playing machine games, Yu Huaijin stood quietly, looking at the teacher and Zhao Ziyu, who she always respected, with some doubts. She frowned and thought carefully about the words and actions of the two people just now, but she still didn't understand what they were doing now.
say what.
Yu Huaijin looked at the two people in front of him and shook his head.
Why did Brother Zhao suddenly ask the tea teacher if he still had tea? And after hearing what the teacher said, why did he glare at Brother Zhao?
Zhao Rong raised his head and glanced at Zhu Yourong. He received the angry look from the woman. He thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, whatever you say is what it is. I didn't think too much. It was me who overthought it."
Zhao Rong said casually and then ignored Zhu Yourong. He frowned at the tea in her hand and closed his eyes in silence. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Zhu Yourong's breath shortened. You were obviously talking nonsense, but why were you still so condescending to me? Also, what's the matter with your tone of voice as if you've seen through me?
Seeing Zhao Rong being so frivolous and casual, Zhu Yourong felt a little itchy. She ground her teeth lightly and stared at him with squinted eyes.
However, the woman in scholar's shirt didn't know why, and she didn't feel any resentment in her heart. In the past, she was disgusted and stayed away from those men with playful smiles and unbridled words. Although Zhao Rong is different from those men now, he is also a man of words.
She was frivolous and dissolute, and spoke casually, which was not in line with the serious and rigorous speech etiquette that Zhu Yourong had received since she was a child. However, she did not feel the slightest disgust in her heart. Instead, she felt... as relaxed as if she had broken away from something?
Just like every day when I go out with my bra tied up and observe etiquette in front of outsiders, I often quietly look forward to returning to my residence, go behind the screen, stretch out two fingers to pinch the knot of the bra, and suddenly pull it, and in an instant,
Suddenly she broke free from the restraints that made her unable to breathe, and she felt like she was relaxing when she narrowed her eyes and took a breath, a somewhat similar feeling.
It's just these silent changes that Zhu Yourong didn't realize subjectively at this time. She was just annoyed that the man in front of her, who was both a student and a teacher, always said some unexpected and strange words, causing confusion between the two of them.
The atmosphere was weird. Fortunately, the sound had just been blocked. It would be hard for the students outside to see anything fishy just by looking at the picture. Otherwise, if she said these words in front of everyone, how would she be able to maintain her dignified image as a teacher?
?
Thinking of this, Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong with a hint of complaint in his eyes...
At this moment, she suddenly looked sideways and glanced at the disciple on the left and rear side of her body, and found that she didn't seem to have any strange color, but looked confused.
Zhu Yourong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't understand the mystery, otherwise she would have been so embarrassed... But even though she thought about it, she still felt her cheeks were getting hot again. She quickly buried her head and subconsciously took another sip from the cup.
"Wait a minute." Zhao Rong's tone was urgent, but when he saw that she had already taken another sip, he said distressedly: "Zhu Yourong, stop drinking."
Zhu Yourong raised his head in confusion, "Tzuyu, what's wrong with this tea?"
Zhao Rong did not answer, but pointed to her tea cup and said seriously: "Zhu Yourong, can you... give me this tea? It is very important to me."
Zhu Yourong: "..."
Yu Huaijin: "..."
Yu Huaijin couldn't help it anymore and took a step forward, "Brother Zhao, even if the teacher values you, you can't make rude requests at will. Please respect yourself."
She looked at Zhao Rong with a straight face. "Teacher has a strong mysophobia. It is unprecedented that she can take out this set of treasured tea sets and pour you tea. Now you are asking her for the tea that you have already touched, teacher."
How could I agree? It's so rude...
Yu Huaijin glanced at the tea cup in Zhu Yourong's hand, frowned, and then turned to Zhao Rong and said seriously: "Brother Zhao, you can first explain why you want this tea, but the cup in the teacher's hand must not be...
…”
"Xuanji, come back." Zhu Yourong said suddenly.
Yu Huaijin was interrupted and hesitated to speak, but after seeing the teacher's expression, she returned behind Zhu Yourong.
Zhao Rong looked at this scene, pursed his lips and said nothing. He turned his head and looked at the small bamboo tube on the long lacquered table from a distance, and then looked at the teacup in Zhu Yourong's hand. His expression was a little hesitant, but he returned
Urging in his heart.
Zhao Rong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the strange little red snake in his meridians. He suddenly opened his eyes and said in a sincere tone:
"Zhu Yourong, the cup of tea in your hand is really important to me. I'm really sorry for saying these rude words. If you need anything, you can tell me. If I don't have it, I will try my best to get it for you."
Zhu Yourong's face was slightly red, and she looked at Zhao Rong's serious face. At the same time, she also noticed his reluctant gaze resting on the teacup, as if he was waiting for her answer.
But at the same time, with her peripheral vision and consciousness, she also noticed that the eyes of the disciples beside her and most of the students of Sui Xing Hall who could not hear the sound but could see the scene were all focused here.
For some reason, this woman in a scholar's shirt had a dark look on her face. She glared at Zhao Rong, then waved her left sleeve and all the tea sets on the table disappeared. Zhu Yourong looked up and stared at Zhao Rong again, and then picked up the tea set.
When she turned over the tea cup with her right hand, the tea cup disappeared immediately and was not given to Zhao Rong, but...she didn't drink it either.
Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes and straightened her sleeves as if nothing had happened. She sat upright, spread out a stack of rolled-up papers on the desk, took out a red pen, and looked at the appearance, as if she was ready to start correcting the papers.
Yu Huaijin was slightly relieved when she saw this, but she was still a little worried about the teacher putting away the tea cup and not drinking it all immediately to put an end to Zhao Rong's indiscriminate thoughts.
Yu Huaijin glanced sideways at Zhao Rong, wondering why the teacher favored him so much. The only thing that could make the teacher care so much was words. Is it possible... How could it be possible? The teacher has been spending so much time studying recently that he must be a gentleman from the academy.
A possible "master".
At this thought, the old-fashioned woman shook her head slightly, but suddenly, her expression froze, as if she had thought of something.
Yu Huaijin turned his head sharply and looked at Zhao Rong, who had a calm expression. Could it be!
At this time, Zhao Rong didn't pay attention to the things around him, but confirmed to Gui Gui again and again in his heart that it was indeed because of the water from Zhengguan Well, not the orchid for making tea, that he got the Sword Spirit.
After giving a firm reply, he exhaled forcefully.
"Dragon Qi..." Zhao Rong's lips moved slightly.
He looked at Zhu Yourong again and opened his mouth to speak.
Suddenly, Zhu Yourong, who was dipping in ink and preparing to correct the paper, did not raise his head, but he had an insight. He freed up a hand and waved towards the eight characters that were already stained with water on the table.
The eight characters "a square inch has its own heaven and earth" disappeared without a trace.
Suddenly, some slight noises in the open space came like a tide, covering the three people at the table who were alone in the small world a second ago.
The students of Suixing Hall looked sideways at him.
Zhao Rong slowly closed his mouth.
Zhu Yourong lowered her head slightly, with the corner of her mouth slightly raised. She held the correction pen in one hand, made a fist with the other hand, covered her lips like petals in the morning, and cleared her throat.
The woman in a scholar's shirt had a clear voice and a sweet smile, "Do you still need someone to hand in your paper? Sir, I have to correct it. Cai Tou is a very good tea maker."
She was serious and seemed to be speaking to the people in the open space, but her clear eyes kept glancing at someone.
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.
Yu Huaijin and the students looked at him.
"Why are you acting like a child..." Zhao Rong muttered.
He stood up leisurely and began to lay out paper and study ink. However, the desk was a bit small, after all, the two of them were using it together.
Zhao Rong looked at the woman in Confucian shirt who was carelessly occupying the position opposite, and said in a serious tone: "Please move, I'm going to write."
Zhu Yourong moved the paper back, but said with a puzzled expression: "Hey, Ziyu, aren't your hands shaking?"
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the pen, and said leisurely in the eyes of everyone: "Although I worked hard all day yesterday, I can still write the word 'zheng'. There is no other person but my familiarity."