Zhao Rong knew that every embarrassing situation like this would always lead to bad things.
Either it would be more embarrassing, or it would kill him instantly if he was hit by someone.
Just like now, Zhao Rong wanted to ask the person outside the door, did you step in at the right time?
But then I thought about it, if that person had opened the door and come in later, maybe something more embarrassing would have happened...
Thinking this way, Zhao Rong felt much better, but he was immediately startled. I am going to have something more embarrassing happen with this 'difficult little girl Zhu'. Isn't it embarrassing enough to be touched by her now?
At this moment, in the Lanxuan study room with the plaque name "Yilan Youzi".
After the door was pushed open by someone, accompanied by a female voice exclaiming, the air in the room became quiet for about three breaths.
Zhao Rong, who was speechless, shrank back in an instant to avoid Zhu Yourong's clutches.
Zhu Yourong's thoughts seemed to be fleeting, and his outstretched hand suddenly retracted from the man's forehead where it shouldn't have been, as if it had touched a red soldering iron.
In front of the desk, the man and woman's dodge movements happened in tacit understanding almost simultaneously. Then, the two of them turned their heads almost at the same time and looked in the direction of the door.
What I saw was a girl in blue wearing a schoolboy hat crookedly on her little head. There was a little gray and black stain on her left cheek. At this moment, her mouth was slightly open, and her big, black eyes were wide open in the past.
He looked at the two people in front of the desk with his eyes frozen.
One is her beloved husband, and the other is a guy whose words her husband likes very much and doesn't seem to hate him so much anymore.
But now... what are you doing? Isn’t this speed too fast!?
Jingzi stepped onto the threshold with one foot and left the other foot outside the door. She was holding a bamboo tea can in her arms that was about to be sent to the study. However, the scene she encountered at this time made her mind a little confused. She just felt that her vision was
Everything around here is in chaos:
Where is this? Is it the study? What am I doing here? That is my husband. Sir, where are your hands? Wow, why are your breasts not tied? There is a man in the room, and you are still so close.
Smiling and touching his big head...
The girl in blue's head was full of little question marks, and then she saw the two people in front of the desk shrinking their heads and hands in tacit agreement at the same time, as if they had been caught out of their 'adultery', and then looked like nothing had happened just now.
Zhu Yourong also smoothed her Confucian shirt, but the pulling action of adjusting her clothes also involved someone who was regarded as the exclusive canteen by Jingzi. However, it seems that her sovereignty is likely to be violated by someone, leaving her status in jeopardy.
The territory, for a time, became like an angry wave.
Please help, [app] allows you to steal book stamps like food. Come and steal your friends' book stamps to vote for my books.
At this moment, in front of the desk, Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong couldn't help but frown when they saw the frightened little girl outside the door. They looked at each other, and then turned their heads again.
Zhu Yourong coughed and opened his mouth to speak.
However, Zhao Rong did not hesitate, and took a step forward directly, frowning and saying loudly: "Miss Jingzi, it's not what you think, listen..."
boom!
His words were interrupted, and the study fell into silence again, because the sunshine and the figure of a girl in blue were locked outside...
outside the door.
Jingzi grabbed the door handle with lightning speed, closed the door, turned around and ran away.
She didn't know where she was going to run, but running would be the end of it.
Under the sun, on the flower path, there is a quiet figure running with a tea can, and there is a glimmer of light in the corner of the eye.
I won’t listen to your sophistry, hum, I won’t bother you either, I understand, I’ll go, it will save you from resenting Jingzi for getting in the way and calling me annoying, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
The tea can in Jingzi's arms contains freshly picked orchid tea leaves.
She had previously risked her life by wielding a small shovel to dig out the bamboo root mud from the bamboo forest next to Zun Sutra Pavilion. After filling it with sumeru objects, she ran back. She quietly studied the bamboo root mud and found that it was indeed very rich.
It is suitable for growing orchids and is a top-quality orchid growing product.
Later, she suddenly thought of Zhao Ziyu who gave her advice. She felt that this guy... seemed to be a pretty nice person. It seemed that she had a bad temper before and misunderstood him. Later, she was forced to offer tea and apologize to him.
He seems to be quite generous and not hard on others...
Jingzi felt a little embarrassed, so she ran to the small tea garden and picked these tea leaves with her own hands, still stained with morning dew, because she knew that Zhao Rong came to Yilanxuan to see her husband this time, most likely to have tea.
So, she carried the tea can, came to Lanxuan's study, opened the door and went in with ease, and then she saw the scene just now...
Jingzi really never expected that this Zhao Ziyu was not here to have tea, but that he was here to have fun with her husband!
What a deep routine. Are all the college students nowadays so dishonest? The routine is so deep that even the teacher will not let it go.
Woohoo, she was careless. She shouldn't have gotten out of the way, she should have gone into Lanxuan's study with him and snuffed out this dangerous little flame in the cradle, but now...
Jingzi raised the back of her hand and rubbed her eyes, as if there was sand in her eyes. She sniffed and looked back at Lanxuan's study in the forest in the distance.
Jingzi pursed her lips and muttered to herself.
"Oh, sir, you are going too fast."
Excluding the time you spent talking about this Zhao Ziyu, it has only been less than half a month since we met.
"How...how did you get along with him so quickly?"
This little flame burned too fast!
Jingzi remembered that she and her husband were outside before they came to this small place.
Because of your reputation, gentlemen in the Confucian sect, humble Confucian students, famous scholars, and even powerful monks come to see you. Sometimes they may not be able to meet you even once every half a year. He is too busy and is always waiting for guests.
He arranged a meeting with me, and among those elegant and polite men, even if they had known him for a long time, except for the classmates who had a good relationship when they were students, they were just acquaintances between gentlemen.
My husband has a very severe mysophobia and wouldn’t even share the tea set for entertaining guests. How could he... reach out and touch his head with a man!?
From the perspective of Jingzi before, this was simply a fantasy. Her husband rarely touched her head, unless... when she was whispering at night, she arched too hard.
So why did the gentleman touch his head?
The more Jingzi thought about it, the redder her face turned red.
"Could it be...that this is the dry fire written in the book?"
Another quiet night flashed through the little girl's mind. She avoided her husband and hid under the quilt, peeking through the dim light of the firefly. The words mentioned in the little book with illustrations were accompanied by it.
There is also a corresponding picture that makes her face turn red...
Jingzi felt that the 'secrets for growth' written in these books were useless, but the supporting stories were quite interesting, but a bit short.
But for now, none of this matters. Jingzi feels that there is a more pressing problem waiting for her to face.
On the flower path inside Yilan Pavilion, a girl in blue with short legs stopped, and she hugged the tea can in her arms with all her strength. Unfortunately, the children's clothing was too thin and there was no cushioning from something soft.
, her still posture hurt, but she didn't have time to care about it at the moment. The momentum of declaring war with someone was more important.
Under the quiet sunshine in the morning, the little girl slowly turned around, her eyebrows were raised up, her mouth was pursed, she stared in the direction of Lan Xuan's study, she nodded vigorously, and the large book boy's hat fell forward, sliding across her forehead and eyebrows.
, the eyes are blocked by the pointed nose.
Half of the face was covered...
"oops!"
Jingzi straightened her hat angrily, stared in the direction of Lan Xuan's study, and cheered up again, with a small fire of fighting in her eyes.
There, in her former territory, a certain student surnamed Zhao whom she had lured into her house was using his harmless appearance, concealing his identity as a student, and his strange calligraphy skills to take advantage of his joy in meeting people of the same profession to recognize people by their words.
Her love for Wu Jiwu, the innocence of Chizilan, and the eldest sister of Yilanxuan, who is full of orchids in the courtyard. Although her cultivation is only a hundred years old, she is very optimistic about it by a seventh-level demon. She laments that she has the potential of a great sage of the demon clan.
The orchid fairy in the cafeteria is watching with eager eyes, and it is very possible that she has even quietly extended her evil claws, and the husband is still unaware of it, like a white and tender lamb, talking and laughing at the big bad wolf in sheep's clothing...
Jingzi's expression was more serious than ever.
Under this unshirkable responsibility, she suddenly felt that she had grown up. There had never been a moment when Jingzi had experienced the feeling of growing up so deeply.
In fact... if there was just one more "master" who competed with her for the delicious food and soft food in the cafeteria, Jingzi would not react so much. At worst, everyone would be jealous based on their abilities.
And maybe there is no need to queue up in the cafeteria to fight for food. With my husband's capital, even if it includes food and accommodation, it is more than enough for Zhao Rong, who is a soft-boiled person.
However, a teacher is a teacher, and a student is a student. In this Confucian academy where teachers and students are strictly ethical, any attempt to do so would be disrespectful to the world, let alone successfully get together. As long as the seniority does not match, everything will be in vain.
.
Sir, I have given up a lot. If this happens again and the academy or the Confucian Temple know about it, it will be more than a simple punishment of taking away the title of first-class Confucian scholar.
In this academy, Jingzi feels that it is 100% impossible to pass someone's test.
At this time, she took a deep breath and looked at Lan Xuan's study with more determination.
The girl in blue's eyes condensed, her body moved suddenly, she opened her short legs and strode forward... The next second, she twisted her body, turned around, turned her back to Lanxuan's study, and ran in the opposite direction.
There is the courtyard gate of Yilanxuan.
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In Zhao Rong's life, in addition to being beaten by his mother and Mr. Fang, Mr. Zhu Yourong and Mr. Zhu were the first to give him a hard time.
Among the women I have interacted with in the past, it is Xiaoxiao and Qingjun who have experienced such a sudden change in their painting style.
One turned into the proud Su Huxian, and the other turned into the deserted Fairy Zhao.
Both of them wanted to use their momentum to convince their lover and husband and make him obedient, but neither of them wanted to do it directly like they did now.
At this moment, in Lan Xuan's study.
Zhao Rong looked at the door that was shut with a clang and swallowed back his words, "Listen to my explanation."
Listening to the footsteps rushing away from the door, he nodded, turned his head expressionlessly, and stared at Zhu Yourong.
The latter straightened her scholar's shirt and was biting her lip and looking in the direction of the door. At this time, facing Zhao Rong's calm gaze, she blinked lightly, looking a little innocent.
I don’t care about you at all, right?
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and was speechless.
After that, the room became a little quiet, the two people's eyes crossed each other, and no one spoke for a while.
Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his reddish forehead with his palm. He looked at 'Teacher Zhu' in front of him expressionlessly and nodded slowly.
Zhu Yourong blinked again, and the board she was still holding on to her legs quietly hid it behind her waist, placing her hands behind her waist.
Then, as if he was a little uncomfortable under Zhao Rong's calm gaze, Zhu Yourong freed up a hand, raised it, and wanted to hit his head again.
But in her opinion, it might just be the gentle and gentle teacher Zhu's thoughtful care for her student Zhao Ziyu.
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong, then passed her and walked to the side of the desk. He rolled up his sleeves, dipped his pen in ink, and looked down at the desk with a frown.
When Zhu Yourong saw this, he angrily withdrew his intention to care for his students.
"Hey, Teacher Zhu, do you want to learn this word?"
Zhao Rong's voice came from the desk. Zhu Yourong turned his head and looked. He was holding a brush in his sleeves while staring at the things on the desk. The brush in his hand was pressed by Zhao Rong into the dark ink of the inkstone.
Rotate back and forth and dip in ink without looking at it, the movements are skillful.
Zhu Yourong's eyes turned like paint.
Is Tzuyu...angry?
"Oh." She nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, then raised her lips and said in a clear voice:
"Study, of course. Didn't that just let Tzuyu relax? You haven't taught me how to write those words yet."
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yourong trotted to the table.
Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he refrained from raising his head to look at her, because he was afraid that he would accidentally see something that Teacher Zhu said was an eyesore but was not allowed to be seen, and would be punished by law enforcement.