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In the flower garden spread by the morning sun.
Zhu Yourong looked at the disciple opposite who was still silent. She put down the tea cup and gently raised her hand, but then put it down again. She couldn't help but want to rub Yu Huaijin's head with the man's hair tied up, but she knew that the disciple would definitely
angry.
Zhu Yourong was slightly stunned, then turned around and smiled dumbly.
She remembers that when she was first brought to that unknown place by those people and saw "Xiaoyu Xuanji" for the first time, she felt very friendly.
There is a reason for kindness.
He is young, short in stature, and wears elaborate and elaborate clothes with complicated accessories. Most of his face cannot be seen, except for his eyes, but his waist is straight.
His eyes were full of seriousness, he looked into Zhu Yourong's eyes seriously, and saluted her solemnly.
When Zhu Yourong saw her for the first time, he decided to take her out, even though Zhu Yourong had no right to choose in this matter, but was chosen.
But that's what she thought. It wasn't pity and sympathy for this little girl who said nothing and followed ancient etiquette to the point of being boring. She was just kind and fond of her, and wanted to take her out to see the world outside.
You don’t have to stay in that place where the historical dust accumulated by just one roof tile is so heavy that you can’t breathe.
When the adults temporarily left the two of them alone, Zhu Yourong still remembered that this person was obviously not the first heir of that unknown place, but he was regarded as the apple of everyone there, even more important than the first heir.
Like an 'outsider', the old-fashioned little girl had been silent before. After the adults had temporarily retreated, when everything was silent, she suddenly spoke up. Zhu Yourong felt that it should be her voice, because there could not be anyone around.
Two people.
Xiaoyu Xuanji's voice has a crunchy sound that is unique to little girls, but it is also a bit hoarse and hollow, and mixed with some muffled sounds of gauze covering the lips and teeth of pronunciation. It is very contradictory and complicated, and it is completely different from now. The reason why I remember so much,
It’s because the memory of when we first met is still fresh.
"Can I also be a gentleman?" she asked.
At that time, Zhu Yourong remembered that when he heard this somewhat roundabout remark, he pursed his lips and nodded with a smile. He couldn't help but suddenly reached out and rubbed Xiaoyu Xuanji's hair.
It is estimated that such a rebellious act shocked this old-fashioned little girl. I remember that she blushed at the time, first she snorted a few times, and then solemnly muttered "Sir, please respect yourself."
Right speech.
Zhu Yourong couldn't help but smile.
Later, there was a silent silence after the tea cooled down, and then the adults also came back.
Later, she became Xiaoyu Xuanji’s teacher, the teacher who taught and taught.
Behind the two of them, the Confucian Temple and those people were very satisfied with the incense relationship.
Unsurprisingly, Zhu Yourong got more wings and a brighter future. If she had not chosen a narrow path to ruin her future, and even so, Yu Xuanji did not leave, and Zhu Yourong was still not included in the first-class Confucian scholar list by the Confucian Temple.
Remove the name.
But Zhu Yourong didn't care about this, and was happy to finally take her outside as he wished. Along the way, he met Xuanhuang Jiuzhou, whose name seemed a bit rustic to them all.
They have walked the same path that Gu Kunpeng walked.
The warriors and ice fields of Beikunpengzhou.
The sword energy and demonic energy in Kundu, West Fuyao Continent.
Picture of the princes and princes of Nanzhou.
The female nun and Daze in Yunmengzhou.
The swordsman and chivalry in Nanxiaoyaozhou.
Finally, we arrived at this small Wangque Island.
If you want to talk about the characteristics of this most remote continent among the three small continents, according to the practice of their masters and disciples, one sentence per person.
Xuanji said that Li Du had sword energy.
In Zhu Yourong's eyes, he lived a very slow life.
So, due to certain things and certain people, the two of them finally stopped and stayed here. Now they are sitting in this secluded place at the end of the world, outside the city of monks, in a secluded courtyard of a Confucian academy.
In the flower garden.
Zhu Yourong picked up the tea cup, shook it slightly, sipped it lightly, lowered his eyes, and finally did not reach out to rub the disciple's head.
Apart from being unable to do some intimate gestures often, she actually didn't think there was anything wrong with her disciple being more rigid and serious.
Zhu Yourong has never thought about changing Yu Xuanji. This has been the case since the first time she respectfully and seriously called her sir. Pinming looked back on the journey. She only preached, taught and solved doubts, and did not
You have to teach Yu Xuanji the principles of life and the principles of being a woman. Don't make her lively, humorous, laugh-loving, or even rebellious.
None of these.
Even if Zhu Yourong knows that this disciple is the one who listens to the words of his elders and sirs the most, even if he may be wrong.
She didn't teach any big principles without talking nonsense. Perhaps this was the reason why the "adults" in the disciple's family tacitly allowed Yu Xuanji to follow her.
It's just that Zhu Yourong's original intention was not for this reason.
The woman in Confucian shirt knew that Yu Xuanji had been watching her silently.
Watching her with her hair tied and wrapped around her chest, her Confucianism and Confucianism are superior to those of thousands of Confucian peers, and she dares to ask a young gentleman to bow her head; when she is in the limelight, she does not know whether the sky is high or not, so she changes her course, hits the south wall, and becomes rebellious.
He was even unfilial and fell into the bottom of the valley; watching her obsessed with writing, but her head was bleeding, and she was reluctant to give up, but she was at ease, and she went all the way south to live in the ends of the earth, writing, teaching and growing flowers.
Zhu Yourong knew that there were many things in this disciple's mind that he had not asked, and only occasionally would he say something out of the blue, like asking her if she was tired not long ago.
She answered with a smile.
Zhu Yourong felt that this was enough.
Old-fashioned, stubborn, polite, and boring, she occasionally makes some strange but interesting remarks. Who says that with her little secrets, she is not the most amazing woman in the world?
Beside the flower garden table, Zhu Yourong smiled brightly, put down the tea cup, stretched out his hand... to rub it.
Yu Huaijin's body froze, and was pressed down by the claws of a certain "teacher's love is like a mountain", and he bowed his head slightly.
She lowered her eyes, stared at the table, and said in a serious tone, "Sir, please respect yourself."
Zhu Yourong smiled happily and took back the hand that was rubbing her head.
A strand of black hair fell to the right side of the old-fashioned woman's cheek.
Yu Huaijin pursed her lips, raised her hand with a straight face, and lifted her black hair behind her right ear.
Zhu Yourong narrowed his eyes and nodded with a smile.
Yu Huaijin raised his eyes and looked up.
Zhu Yourong quickly put away her expression, and the corners of her mouth returned to their original state. She looked away, looked around, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something. She pointed at the cucumbers and ink-heart red fruits that Yu Huaijin put together on the table, curious.
road:
"What is this?"
Yu Huaijin followed his gaze...
Zhao Rong wandered around Yilanxuan for a while. It wasn't that he didn't know the way to the flower garden, but he had been following Yu Huaijin before. Seeing her hurried steps, he was probably still angry. After thinking about it, he didn't
Follow him immediately.
So I took a look around at the flowers and plants, and found that there were unexpectedly many varieties of orchids, many of which he, a man who thought he had a lot of experience traveling across half of the continent on foot, couldn't name them.
Zhao Rong admired the orchids with curiosity for a while, then looked at the sun, guessing that some boring guy would have finished chewing his tongue, so he carried a remaining cucumber and walked towards the flower garden...
…
Not long after, in the flower garden.
"Here." Zhao Rong held the cucumber with both hands and placed it solemnly on the table, "A little kindness, brother Yourong, please accept it and don't push it away."
As soon as he finished speaking, he sat familiarly on an empty seat in front of the desk, holding a small teacup between his two fingers, looking brightly at Zhu Yourong with the corners of her mouth raised... and the teapot in her hand.
Ignoring the expressionless gaze from Yu Huaijin sitting next to him.
Zhu Yourong smiled and nodded, leaving a cup of orchid tea for Zhao Rong, "You're welcome, Ziyu."
According to the previous agreement between the two, they can address each other as equals in private. This is also in line with Zhu Yourong's desire to easily ask Zhao Rong for calligraphy advice. At this time, Zhao Rong would not hesitate to ask for help.
It was just that a certain old-fashioned woman was staring at the two of them, reminding them all the time that it was okay to address them, but not to go beyond the rules.
However, Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong have a tacit understanding.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and glanced at the cup of orchid tea in his hand, and his mind went to another cup of orchid tea.
He stared at the tea noodles and suddenly said: "Actually, I have always been a little curious. How did you recognize me when we met at the intersection that day? Or was it my words that revealed the secret?"
Hearing this, Zhu Yourong held back his laughter, stayed quiet for a moment, and coughed lightly, "Tzuyu, we met a long time ago, have you forgotten?"
Zhao Rong was stunned, put down his teacup and said, "You mean... when I was brought into the academy by Senior Brother Li Jinshu, I passed by you that time?"
Zhu Yourong nodded, as if he saw Zhao Rong's doubts, and then explained with a chuckle.
"Although I didn't turn around to look at Ziyu at that time, but... you know, my cultivation level is so-so, and some of the movements around me were still noticed by my spiritual consciousness. At that time, although I didn't think that... the gentleman with good temperament is you Ziyu.
, was the person I was looking for, but after arriving at the side entrance of the academy, I learned from the naughty girl Jingzi that Tzuyu was taken away by Mr. Yan’s eldest disciple Li Jinshu, and then I realized that I had already met Tzuyu.
Just one side."
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.
Zhu Yourong smiled again: "We met at the intersection that day. I saw Ziyu walking in the opposite direction of Lanzhoudu. I thought I was going the wrong way, so I asked, but... well, I didn't expect Ziyu to be so funny."
Seeing the smile on her face and Yu Huaijin's curious and inquisitive eyes, Zhao Rong quickly lowered his head to drink tea. Feeling embarrassed, he quietly changed the subject and said:
"Well, Mr. Zhu, why did you call me here today?"
Zhu Yourong glanced at him for a few times, and then the smile on his face faded. He thought about it and softly talked about today's business...
As he listened, Zhao Rong's expression gradually became stunned, and the one who reacted even more than him was Yu Huaijin.
She said in a serious tone: "Teacher, please think again!"
Zhao Rong pointed at himself, "Zhu Yourong, you mean, you want me to help you lead calligraphy classes in three schools and be your... teaching assistant?"
The woman in Confucian shirt nodded with a smile, turned to look at the frowning Yu Huaijin, raised her palm, and pressed it in the air.
Yu Huaijin was about to speak but stopped.
Zhao Rong was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zhu Yourong would give him such a job as an agent in the calligraphy class... Mr. Zhao? Listen to her, is he the kind who takes full responsibility?
Zhu Yourong added: "Ziyu, it's not unusual for teaching assistants to teach for teachers. Huaijin sometimes gives lessons to some art teachers. Well, of course, this person who has full authority to handle the affairs of the three schools for me may be a bit unusual among teaching assistants."
It’s rare, but I believe your ability, Tzuyu, is more than enough for three schools.”
The corners of Zhao Rong's eyes twitched, "Don't, don't, don't praise me so much. Why do you feel like you just want to be lazy?"
Yu Huaijin couldn't help but said: "Sir, this is rare. It doesn't exist at all. Let's not talk about whether Brother Zhao is qualified or not. Just teaching things in three schools will consume a lot of his time. It will be mid-month soon.
It's the big exam, and he still needs me to tutor some weak subjects, so he has so much time, don't you think so, Brother Zhao?"
She turned her head and looked at Zhao Rong seriously.
Zhao Rong glanced at her and didn't speak immediately. In fact, he was a little resistant in his heart, but... Zhu Yourong would never ask him to do hard work for free, ahem, what if she gave her too much.
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong, whose mouth was slightly raised, but did not reply for a moment.
Seeing that he was also fooling around, Yu Huaijin frowned even more and turned to look at the woman in a scholar's shirt, "Teacher!"
Zhu Yourong thought for a while, his smile faded, and he spoke slowly, "I really don't have enough time. I often forget to go to class while writing. Mysterious, after you and the other five classmates reacted to me last time, I thought of this.
Method..."
She paused, "However, three schools are indeed a bit too much, so two schools, w. cannot be less, that's it. As for the deadline, we will first set it from today to the next mid-month exam.
It’s over, let’s try the effect, Tzuyu, what do you think?”
Zhu Yourong's tone was unquestionable, so Yu Huaijin Shiran didn't speak again.
The two of them looked at Zhao Rong together.
Zhao Rong coughed slightly and took a sip of tea, "Mr. Zhu, this tea is good."
He looked at Zhu Yourong seriously.
The latter smiled and said, "This Zhengguanjing well water tea is delicious. Tzuyu also tasted it last time. Although I don't have it here for the time being, in order to reward Tzuyu for her hard work, I have a way to get some more and give it to
Tzuyu makes tea and drinks."
Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth, looked at the flowers beside him, was silent for a moment, and nodded slightly.
"good."
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