Chapter 301 Two teachers and students, two masters and servants
Zhao Rong thinks this girl Bifang looks quite interesting.
Well, except for stealing chrysanthemums.
By the way, is this thing edible?
He couldn't help laughing.
I remembered just now that this slender girl in blue said seriously, "It looks delicious."
It's a bit cute.
However, it seems a bit sad that this Bifang girl would follow Yu Huaijin, a guy with a straight face all the time, as her book boy.
At this time, inside the Dongli small building.
After Zhao Rong played it impromptuly, he picked up a pen and added a stroke of a certain word "正" on the paper next to him.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Huaijin not far away who was holding a brush with his hands and focusing on practicing calligraphy, and Bifang who was standing behind her quietly and well-behaved, with her hands behind her back.
It’s just that nothing unexpected happened to Zhao Rong.
As expected, this girl Bifang was peeking at him again.
Zhao Rong pinched Wu Xu's chin with two fingers and smiled softly at her who was about to look away.
Bifang was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled happily.
She glanced at Yu Huaijin who was engrossed in writing in front of her, lowered her head and quietly took out a fiery red embroidery bag from her sleeve.
Bifang held the bulging embroidery bag in her hands, holding it heavily, her eyes narrowed like crescent moons.
She opened the flaming red sac, dug in with two fingers and turned it over, and then pulled out a small snack-like object. Zhao Rong took a look and didn't know if it was candied fruit or dried fruit.
Bifang lowered her head, took the snack into her mouth, smacked her lips a few times, but swallowed gently.
During this period, she kept staring at Yu Huaijin's back, looking cautious.
Zhao Rong put down his pen and smiled dumbly. He looked like a thief even if he ate a snack.
Senior Yu Huaijinyu is a bit strict in his management, whether it is towards others or himself.
But looking at this strange pair of masters and servants, they are both thin and weak.
Bifang has a slender figure, while Yu Huaijin is even shorter, like a little girl, well, a little girl with a straight face.
Zhao Rong suddenly understood.
I mourn even more for my little ancestor's brother, Yu Huaijin, who may be in trouble in the future.
It seemed that Zhao Rong was found watching.
Bifang's greedy movements became more restrained. She looked at the food in her bag and then looked up at Zhao Rong, who was not far away.
When Zhao Rong saw this, he smiled and shook his head. Unexpectedly, he was still a foodie.
Bifang also laughed.
The slender girl smiled softly, smacked her lips, and then put her finger into the rust bag, wanting to get some more snacks to eat.
But in the next second, he stopped and quickly put the rust bag back into his sleeve.
She lowered her head, glanced in front of her and turned her head to see Yu Huaijin, and calmed down.
Yu Huaijin frowned slightly and glanced at Zhao Rong.
Regarding this somewhat strange pair of master and servant, Zhao Rong shrugged his shoulders, slightly curved his mouth, and continued to practice the piano.
This time Yu Huaijin's make-up lesson was not as heavy as the previous task.
After all, there was not enough time, and he probably knew that a certain ‘Mr. Zhao’ was very busy.
From the evening to shortly after nightfall, the music and art make-up classes ended.
Yu Huaijin seriously warned Zhao Rong not to relax in his piano practice.
With his current level, it is very difficult to get a normal score in the upcoming mid-month exam.
Zhao Rong looked calm and nodded in response.
When Yu Huaijin saw this, he sighed slightly and looked worried.
It must be that they are a little worried about the mid-month exam with the addition of Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu.
Zhao Rong raised his eyelids and stopped talking nonsense.
Yu Huaijin hesitated for a while, then asked about the calligraphy class at Shuxingtang and what the current situation was.
She is very serious in every class, and the same is true for Zhao Rong's calligraphy class, but she is also obsessed with the authorities.
Zhao Rong thought for a while and answered truthfully, with some euphemism.
He didn't know about other schools, but overall, if compared with Zhao Rong's Zhengyi Hall, they were indeed inferior, and according to the current trend, the gap was probably getting bigger and bigger.
Yu Huaijin frowned even more, saluted Zhao Rong, turned around and prepared to leave.
I just saw Zhao Rong looking like he was about to go out.
"Where are you going, Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Rong replied casually: "Yilanxuan."
Yu Huaijin's face suddenly turned serious and his expression became serious.
Not long after.
Zhao Rong and the other two came to Yilanxuan together.
Yes, there were three of them, including Yu Huaijin and her weak book boy.
Yu Huaijin didn't say a word and just followed silently.
It seems that he is very suspicious of someone's purpose of coming to Yilanxuan at night.
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was guarding against thieves.
He shook his head and took the lead into Yilanxuan to find Zhu Yourong.厺厽 Miaoshuyuan miaoshuyuan.com 厺厽Miaoshuyuan m戅
After a busy day, it was now around 4:00 p.m., and there was still some time to spare. Zhao Rong came over to see how Zhu Yourong was writing the word "Yong".
This time they met, the two were no longer as casual as when they got along privately a few days ago.
Although still in Lanxuan's study.
But there are a few more pairs of eyes looking back and forth.
Zhu Yourong also bound himself to a certain scenery, wearing a blue Confucian shirt and a calm expression.
Zhao Rong copied his sleeves and looked at her writing at the desk.
His face was calm, and he would point out a few words from time to time.
However, there was always a normal distance between the two of them, and there was no other communication.
In the name of practicing calligraphy, Yu Huaijin was also waiting nearby, and raised his head to look at them.
Jingzi is quite happy about Bifang's arrival.
But when she saw Zhao Rong coming to the door together, she, like her sister Yu, raised her face, looking like she was facing a formidable enemy.
At this moment, Jingzi also moved a small bench and sat next to the desk, her big black eyes looking at Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong.
Bifang was eating snacks greedily while peeking at Zhao Rong.
Even a fool can figure out what this defensive formation means.
Zhao Rong was quite speechless and wanted to tell them seriously that it was not necessary.
He and Zhu Yourong currently have a relationship of confidants with the same preferences, so the harmony they got along with before was not what they thought.
But Zhao Rong knew it without trying, and explanations were useless.
I think so.
If a man or a woman is a close friend, that would be fine, but between a man and a woman...
Generally speaking, in novels, this situation seems to develop in the direction of a confidante and a long-lasting love.
Thinking of this, Zhao Rong quite understood the worries of Yu Huaijin and Jingzi.
At the same time, he was also a little shaken that his pure friendship with Zhu Yourong would not deteriorate or become something wrong.
Maybe it’s time to pay attention…
Zhao Rong stood quietly in front of the desk and looked up at Zhu Yourong who was writing quietly with his head down.
Her profile was calm and serious, and she did not look at him.
There was no unnecessary reaction to the presence of so many people watching in the study room.
Zhu Yourong still focuses on the calligraphy she writes, the calligraphy she loves.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt that such a woman, even if she put aside her skin, identity, and temperament, was indeed extremely beautiful.
He showed sincere appreciation.
For such a woman, only the best man in the world can hold her hand.
Well, except for this young master.
Zhao Rong classified himself into a certain category without a blushing face and a heartbeat.
He already has Qingjun and Xiaoxiao.
In the past, I also wanted to avoid being a philanderer, so I had been avoiding Mr. Zhu.
But the plan couldn't keep up with the change. The first time he skipped class, he was caught on the spot and blocked by her.
Now I agree to teach Zhu Yourong calligraphy because I am also inspired by her beliefs and experiences.
The two got along well with each other and talked happily.
However, Zhao Rong knew it, and he also knew that as the ‘first-class Confucian scholar’ Zhu Yourong also knew it.
It would be extremely dangerous for either of them, or both of them together, to try to get even one step closer.
There is a red line between the two.
This is the embodiment of Confucian etiquette that is invisible but exists all the time.
He is a student and she is a teacher.
Unless you can change your identity, taking one step further will mean you are on the opposite side of thousands of Confucian scholars.
It goes without saying that there is a tacit understanding between Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong.
However, when Zhao Rong thought about their interactions in the past few days, it seemed that they were indeed too close.
So it's no wonder that there are a few pairs of bright little eyes next to her.
Maybe there really are too few close friends in calligraphy, so the two hit it off and couldn't help but fall in love...
He is actually very confident in himself.
I won't take the initiative to take that step.
Many men can't help but narcissistically wonder if a woman is interested in them because of an inexplicable look in her eyes or an intimate gesture...
Zhao Rong understands this mentality very well, because he does it too.
Zhao Rong was worried before that whether Teacher Zhu's love for him would deteriorate... Variety Literature kaNzONgYI.戅
And now it seems...
In the quiet study room, Zhao Rong looked at Teacher Zhu, who had a normal expression. She didn't look at him again.
Zhao Rong blinked.
I feel the worry is a bit unnecessary.
Hey, they were all 'poisoned' by those wrong novels and movies from the previous life...
So, this is the current relationship situation.
As long as Zhao Rong comes to see Teacher Zhu, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi will most likely be there to accompany him.
They both get what they need.
He taught Mr. Zhu how to write and helped her lead calligraphy classes in two schools.
She helped Zhao Rong collect water from Zhengguan Well and helped him practice.
The two of them met again occasionally, chatting happily and exchanging calligraphy.
Zhao Rong thinks this kind of relationship is quite good.
And this is real life. How can we think of developing in the wrong direction like what is written in the book...
"Brother Zhao."
Yu Huaijin's voice suddenly sounded.
It broke the peace in the study room.
Zhao Rong came back to his senses and found that he seemed to have been staring at Zhu Yourong for too long, and Yu Huaijin was looking at him expressionlessly.
Zhao Rong coughed twice in embarrassment.
Zhu Yourong, who was writing quietly, paused his brush, raised his head and glanced at Zhao Rong calmly, then lowered his head to write again.
In this way, half an hour later, the night gradually deepened.
During this period, Zhao Rong was a little surprised by Zhu Yourong's calligraphy progress. She was indeed extremely talented.
There are many brushwork techniques, and Zhu Yourong can master the general essence as long as he teaches them once.
It can even make sense at a glance and draw inferences about other cases from one instance.
The two of them also behaved respectfully in their conversation.
After a while, Zhao Rong looked out the window and said goodbye.
Zhu Yourong smiled and nodded, thanked him seriously, and agreed on a time for Zhao Rong to come to 'drink tea' next time.
After that, she sent Jingzi to send Zhao Rong out of Yilanxuan.
Shortly after Zhao Rong and Jingzi left.
Yu Huaijin also said goodbye and left with Bifang.
The woman in Confucian shirt stood quietly behind the desk and watched everyone leave.
She looked at the empty room and became quiet.
At a certain moment, the woman in Confucian shirt frowned slightly, raised her hand to cover her chest, and then quickly walked behind the screen,
Soon, she took off something she hated but had to cling to, and returned to her desk.
The woman in Confucian robes let out a long sigh of relief.
She turned her head and looked at the dark scene outside the window.
In the distance, the rigorously regulated and stereotyped buildings of the Confucian academies were hidden in the night, arranged in a horizontal row, like a high, dark wall, and caught the eyes of the woman in Confucian robes, a dense darkness.
She walked to the window, took back the orchids outside the window, and closed the window tightly.
The woman in Confucian robes looked down at the orchid blooming alone in the flowerpot, admiring its fragrance, and suddenly smiled.
She returned to the table, placed the flowerpot on the table, laid out paper, studied ink, and continued writing at her desk.
Orchids, calligraphy, and this quiet study.
These are what she has earned.
She is already content.
Can't hope for anything else.
…
In the southeast corner of the academy, there is a path hidden in the woods.
It was pitch black.
There are two black figures rushing on the road.
There is no moon tonight, and everything around is gray.
But it is also vaguely visible that these two dark figures, one is thin and short, the other is slender and tall.
The short one walked in front.
The tall and thin one walked behind.
The two walked quietly and silently.
At a certain moment, when passing through a sparse forest, the light from the brightly lit building outside shone into the forest, forming several beams of oblique light.
Two figures passed through these light spots one after another. Xixi Variety Literature kanzongyi.cc Xiong
The man in front had a straight face.
The man behind is slender and holds a fiery red rust capsule in his hand.
in the dark.
"Little Master."
The slender girl spoke.
The old-fashioned girl walked quietly without making a sound.
Afterwards, there was silence between the two for a while.
The slender girl suddenly said: "Little Master, I want to eat him."
"no."
The old-fashioned girl's voice was calm, but her tone was unquestionable.
"oh."
The slender girl responded softly and said nothing.