It’s not that I don’t understand what Jingzi and Yu Huaijin did.
One of them is Zhu Yourong's disciple, and the other is his personal scholar.
There is nothing wrong with keeping your husband as tight as a bra wrap.
only.
What about trust between people?
Zhao Rongyou felt offended.
At this moment, he stood in front of the door, silently looking at Jingzi with a calm expression, Yu Huaijin with a straight face, and the maid named Bifang who secretly glanced at him with her big eyes.
If you want to defend yourself, can't you defend it from a hidden spot?
Let me wait in the cold wind outside and doubt my life.
Jingzi seemed to have noticed something.
She looked around and said, "Well, what a coincidence, why are you all here today? Isn't it the date we agreed to come to have tea with you?"
As he spoke, the girl in blue who had moved in to help the soldiers glanced at Zhao Rong.
Yu Huaijin and Bifang did the same and looked at Zhao Rong.
Facing three pairs of big eyes that are either curious, calm, or wrong.
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and walked straight into the door.
He didn't want to answer this question at all.
Do you really not know why we are all here? Didn't you call Yu Huaijin and the others over?
Yu Huaijin followed with Bifang.
Jingzi looked at Zhao Rong's back, stuck out her tongue, quickly closed the door, and continued to follow after jumping up and down.
On the way to Lanxuan's study.
“Brother Yu is so interested”
Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, complained.
Yu Huaijin held up his hands and did not answer, but said: "Why did you come early today?"
Jingzi nodded vigorously and looked at Zhao Rong warily.
It’s not yet the date that Zhao Rong agreed on after having tea last time.
Want to make a sudden attack and get rid of Sister Yu?
Huh, luckily I am extremely clever and can send messages to Sister Yu through the air...
Jingzi patted Zhu Yourong's small breasts, which saved a lot of fabric.
Zhao Rong heard this and said with a smile: "Thanks to Brother Yu, if I don't come here again, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."
Yu Huaijin pursed her lips and said nothing.
Zhao Rong suddenly turned around and met Bifang's sideways gaze.
He thought for a moment and smiled with white teeth, "Good morning, girl, have you eaten?"
Bifang smiled softly, shook her head, and glanced at Yu Huaijin, who looked calm.
Zhao Rong took a look at her slender figure and Yu Huaijin's thin and short stature.
He shook his head slightly.
Jingzi said that Zhu Yourong was writing in the room as usual.
Not long after, a group of four people came to Lanxuan's study.
Zhu Yourong wore a relatively close-fitting pure white Confucian shirt today, which made her elegant temperament even more elegant.
When everyone arrived, she was standing by the window, leaning on the window edge, quietly watering the flowers.
The side face is fair and delicate, just like the person in the painting, with a focused expression at the moment.
The clouds on the temples are like an inverted waterfall, soft and shiny.
The woman in Confucian shirt in front of the window is quiet and dignified.
She was not much surprised by the arrival of Zhao Rong and others.
Smile calmly and behave politely.
Zhao Rong explained, and then asked her with some concern whether the well water was ready for her early arrival today.
Zhu Yourong nodded lightly and said that he came just in time, she just got it this morning.
Zhao Rong has always been curious about the well water channel of this elegant woman in scholar's clothes.
She only asked about it twice, but she couldn't explain it clearly. She only said that it was a method that could not be taught, and it was useless to talk to him.
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Zhao Rong also gave up.
At this time, he warned again.
"I am very satisfied to be able to get so much well water from you, Mr. Zhu. If it is very difficult for me to get the well water, please don't force me. I will wrong you."
Zhu Yourong shook his head, "Nothing, just... just wasting some time."
When Jingzi on the side saw this, he hesitated to speak, and looked at Zhao Rong with a somewhat angry look.
Not long after, Zhao Rong drank his seventh cup of Zhengguan Well water.
Feeling refreshed.
As usual, he took this opportunity to stay in Lanxuan's study, check on Zhu Yourong's progress in learning the word 'Yong', and give him some pointers.
At the desk, Zhao Rong was studying ink for Zhu Yourong and watching her write.
The distance between the two is just right, spontaneously controlled.
Not far or near.
Inside the house, Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and Bifang were all there.
Zhao Rong raised his eyes and glanced at the elegant woman writing quietly in front of him.
Ever since that day when he saw something he shouldn't have seen outside the west window, the two of them had a bold conversation.
These days, because every time we meet, Yu Huaijin and others are present,
The two of them are not as comfortable as they are in private.
It's just... maybe this is also a situation she deliberately acquiesced to.
Control distance.
Well, so does he.
Zhao Rong laughed in his heart and glanced at Zhu Yourong's gentle profile again, preparing to look away.
Just for the next second, he was slightly stunned.
Because at this moment, Zhao Rong was leaning sideways, with one hand pressed on the desk and the other hanging freely by his side.
And this is when his sleeve was gently pulled by someone.
Before Zhao Rong could react, Zhu Yourong, who was writing quietly, had already spoken.
"I heard that Meng Zhengjun is back."
Her voice was soft and soft, and before she finished speaking, she had already attracted the attention of everyone in the study.
Not far away, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi looked at each other.
Zhao Rong glanced at the sleeves that were still being gently pulled down, and nodded as usual, "Yes."
Zhu Yourong was writing with one hand, and the other hand was also hanging down, blocked by the desk.
At this time, she smiled and said, "I heard...she is making things difficult for you."
Zhao Rong was noncommittal.
Zhu Yourong's hand movements paused slightly, and his jade lips slightly opened, "I also heard that Meng Zhengjun's etiquette assessment is really about sending students down the mountain?"
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes to appreciate the words and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Where did you hear so much... It's true.
"Well, it should be finalized today and tomorrow."
Zhu Yourong's expression was demure and gentle, and he continued to lower his head, writing with one hand and the other hanging down.
She seemed to be just a little concerned and then had nothing to say.
Not far away, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi saw that it was just a normal teacher-student conversation and nothing abnormal happened, so they slightly shifted their attention.
Zhu Yourong looked down at the rice paper on the table and suddenly gave instructions: "Tzuyu, open your hand and hold the paper down for me."
Yu Huaijin and Jingzi subconsciously glanced at the two people who were communicating normally at the desk. Without thinking much, they looked away again.
But the words just now had another meaning in Zhao Rong's ears...
"Okay, sir."
Zhao Rong nodded in response, and the hand that was originally holding the table stretched out and opened.
Help Zhu Yourong press and secure the paper he is writing on.
Under the table, his other hand, which was covered, also spread its slender fingers.
Zhao Rong did not look under the table.
His face looked as usual.
The same is true for Zhu Yourong.
Everything is left unsaid.
At this time, Zhao Rong's other hand only felt that the jade hand that had previously pulled his sleeve was loosened.
Zhao Rong waited silently for a while.
The next second, a soft and cool feeling came from the palm of my hand, like a spring breeze bringing warmth to my heart.
It was the fingertips of the jade hand that Zhu Yourong placed under the table.
She tapped on his palm.
This can be regarded as the first contact between the two.
Zhao Rong only felt soft and numb.
But I don't know how she felt.
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong.
She was biting her red lips and writing seriously, looking more focused than ever before.
It seemed that at this moment, the two of them were hiding under the table, tapping the white fingers on his palm, not hers.
However, Zhao Rong still saw some abnormal clues.
The words Zhu Yourong was writing...were slightly panicked.
Zhao Rong blinked.
Their hands touched.
Let them all pause and be quiet for a moment.
But immediately, Zhao Rong knew what Zhu Yourong was going to do.
Under the mahogany desk, Zhu Yourong's green finger moved.
In the palm of Zhao Rong's hand, he sketched it one stroke at a time.
He was actually writing.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt interesting.
He calmly raised his head and glanced at the other three women in the study at the moment.
I saw that they probably didn't pay attention to something slightly out of line that was happening, but they were each doing their own thing.
Yu Huaijin was playing the piano at the piano stand on the other side of the room.
Bifang sat on the round mahogany stool with her legs bent, took out the red food bag again, and was eating strange snacks.
Jingzi stayed close to Bifang.
Watching the latter eagerly as he ate, muttering to himself.
Although her voice is small, it is also chirping, and she seems to be naturally close to Bifang.
However, in Zhao Rong's view, there was some strange timidity in this closeness.
For example, at this time, this soft girl named Bifang seemed to be giving Jingzi no snacks.
The girl in blue had no choice but to open her mouth slightly and watch.
Everything is normal in the study room.
Well, except for him and Zhu Yourong.
Zhao Rong added in his mind.
Although Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and Bifang looked at each other from time to time, they seemed not to notice the small movements of the two people in front of the desk.
Hiss, why does it feel a little exciting...
Zhao Rong thought subconsciously.
However, he had forgotten all about it, because the words Zhu Yourong outlined in the palm of his left hand, using his jade finger as a pen, were almost completed.
"forever?"
Zhao Rong thought to himself.
After Zhu Yourong finished sketching the last stroke, he withdrew his hand, looking calm and elegant as if nothing had happened, and stopped making small movements.
And the moment she finished writing this inexplicable word 'forever'.
Zhao Rong didn't know if it was an illusion, but his palms felt a little hot.
Um, friction generates heat?
Zhao Rong laughed dumbly.
As for what Zhu Yourong's sudden little action meant.
Well, the female teacher who appears to be quiet and intellectual actually has a fiery and rebellious heart. At this moment, under the eyes of everyone, she is doing secret things with male students under the table, seeking excitement?
Well, the more dignified and elegant you are, the more unrestrained you are.
The more people there are, the more exciting it is.
Thinking of this, Zhao Rong frowned slightly.
He decided that if the words he just wrote were just tentative flirting, if Zhu Yourong made any larger-scale moves next, he must decisively refuse.
Let her respect herself.
It's just that Zhao Rong waited for a long time, but Zhu Yourong made no other moves.
Moreover, the words she was writing became smooth and steady, as if she was deeply involved in it.
Was this because he was dissuaded by his uncontrollable Haoran righteousness?
It saves trouble.
Zhao Rong coughed lightly and then thought about the meaningless word "Yong" just now.
He suddenly said in a serious tone: "The word I taught you last time has already entered the hall, so there is no need to write it again."
Inside the room, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi both looked up immediately.
However, he did not become suspicious.
Bifang lowered her head and rummaged around, then picked out a 'snack' she found in Beihai from the red embroidered bag, and stuffed it into the small mouth of the cherry under Jingzi's eyes.
This fragile girl who seemed to have many benefactors muttered something while chewing.
"It's really... um... fun..."
Zhao Rong's expression remained as usual.
That sentence just now has two meanings.
Zhu Yourong's flower face is peaceful, her head is lowered, and she writes silently.
When she heard this, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, but she said nothing.
After about a stick of incense.
Zhao Rong saw that Zhu Yourong's calligraphy was making good progress, so he arranged some calligraphy matters.
He bowed his hands and said goodbye.
Yu Huaijin stayed for a while, then said goodbye and left.
Everyone dispersed.
Lan Xuan's study returned to silence, empty and deserted.
Zhu Yourong turned to look in the direction where a certain man was leaving, shook his head slightly, "Idiot."
…
In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Rong got up early and went to Mochi Academy.
Today, the arrangements for the etiquette exam will be announced...
PS1: Thanks to the good brother of ‘Japanese and Korean Selected Luo Guoshi’ for the 200,000-coin leader reward! Ahem, good brother comes to fencing!
PS2: Valentine's Day is coming soon, brothers... Go to bed quickly, don't stay up late, your opponent's chance will be bad.
As for Valentine's Day wishes, Xiaorong won't talk about it. Those who are still reading novels at this point, ahem, probably don't have a girlfriend...
Ah, what, this point is still being coded?
You scold me again! You scold me again! You scold me again! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.