Chapter 421 Zhao Rong: Would you like to have a meal together at night? (1)
Inside Yilanxuan, there is a strange atmosphere in the pavilion not far from the door.
In the pavilion, there is a fox-eyed girl who likes to wear red clothes, a girl in blue wearing a tall schoolboy hat, and a young Confucian scholar with a plain face.
The two little girls who had just met had their eyes widened.
But Su Xiaoxiao was surprised, but Jingzi was frightened...
The girl in blue froze.
"Tell me, what did you do to me?" Zhao Rong touched her little head behind her with a curious tone.
You put your fucking hands on my head, what do you want me to say...
Jingzi's mouth was still slightly open as she was about to speak. At this time, after she urinated twice, her eyes moved flexibly.
She had an idea and continued to say firmly:
"...I regard him...as Mr. Zhao...as...a good friend, and we have a very good relationship with him!"
Zhao Rong first looked at Xiaoxiao and saw that nothing happened while she was waiting here, then he lowered his head and looked at the girl in blue.
He thought about it seriously and confirmed with a sincere smile: "Really?"
Jingzi secretly pushed her head hard.
The big hand on his head didn't move at all.
She nodded like she was talking, "It's true. Maybe there was a little misunderstanding at the beginning, but after it was resolved, it was all forgotten. You also accept the apology, but you can't bully others."
Zhao Rong looked at her with a smile and said nothing.
Damn it, why is he so strong... The girl in blue bit her silver teeth secretly.
She turned her head and said to Su Xiaoxiao seriously:
"Little fox demon, let me tell you, Mr. Zhao is actually a very good person, modest, polite, and gentle. Who doesn't know this? At the same time, he is also the pillar of our Mochi Academy. Maybe he will be the next one.
He is the seed for reading. Well, the next one is Sister Yu...
"Which other gentleman wouldn't give a thumbs up when mentioning Mr. Zhao? My husband also likes him very much. Of course, it must be the kind of love that a senior shows to his juniors by appreciating and supporting them. It must not be about the love between men and women in the books you read blindly.
I like it, little fox demon, don’t think too much, my husband is polite and has always maintained a sense of proportion."
The girl in blue clasped her fingers and said a lot of "heartfelt words" in a serious manner. At this time, she paused and thought to herself, this time it's okay.
It's a pity that she couldn't keep her head and couldn't see Zhao Rong's expression.
Jingzi sighed and said sincerely to Su Xiaoxiao, who had a serious face:
"That's why Young Master Zhao is so outstanding... Listen to my sister's advice and you should take good care of it!"
The atmosphere among the three people in the pavilion was quiet for a while.
Su Xiaoxiao, whose eyes were a little red, silently looked at Jingzi whose attitude had turned 360 degrees. She pursed her lips and turned to look at the intellectual female gentleman in the flower garden in the distance.
Zhao Rong heard this, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement.
He let go of his hand and sighed, and said politely without any humility: "Miss Jingzi, you are so sincere. What you said is quite embarrassing."
Jingzi jumped back and escaped from the clutches.
She held on to the flattened bookboy hat, feeling a little embarrassed about her dignity. With a stern face, she waved her hand to indicate that someone was okay.
"Hey, Mr. Zhao, didn't you go down the mountain to take the exam, and you're back so soon? Why did you come to Yilanxuan today, and why did you bring a little fox demon with you?"
Jingzi gave Su Xiaoxiao a nickname that seemed very appropriate and she went with it. At this time, she looked at Zhao Rong with a little vigilance.
The young Confucian scholar, who had changed clothes three times in one day, ignored her and walked to Su Xiaoxiao.
The latter was turning his head away and not looking at him.
Zhao Rong suddenly reached out to hold her right hand.
Su Xiaoxiao shrank her hands, but she was still caught by him despite being unable to outsmart this bad guy.
She had just squatted on the ground and picked up branches to help the 'little ants cross the bridge', and there were some stains on her hands.
Zhao Rong looked at his chubby little hands, lowered his head, grabbed the sleeves of his gown, wiped her carefully, and then couldn't help but rub them.
Su Xiaoxiao had lowered his head at some point without saying a word. At this moment, he couldn't help but turn his eyes up slightly to take a peek at his serious and focused lover in front of her.
"You are such a grown-up person, but you are still so childish." Zhao Rong turned away from his mouth and shook his head lightly.
Su Xiaoxiao turned around and looked at Zhu Yourong again.
Seeing this, Zhao Rong let go of his hand and walked out of the pavilion, "Let's go, I'll take you there and let's get to know each other."
Su Xiaoxiao didn't move, he stopped in place, lowered his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Zhao Rong shook his head gently, "Okay, Xiaoxiao, just wait for me here. I'll get something and come back... I have some things I'll talk to you about later."
After saying a few words, he walked towards the flower garden.
Su Xiaoxiao waited until he was gone, then raised her head and stared at his back.
The girl in blue next to her noticed something fishy, so she came over, glanced at her new friend, tilted her head and said, "What's wrong with you? A young couple had a quarrel..."
In the distance, Zhao Rong entered the flower garden and saw Zhu Yourong still concentrating on writing calligraphy, as if he didn't notice anyone approaching.
Mr. Lanhua from Linlu Academy is still wearing a simple and elegant scholar's shirt, and he is still in a majestic and majestic scenery. He holds his sleeves in one hand and holds a pen in the other. With his eyebrows slightly condensed, he bends slightly and writes at his desk, giving the table more than it should bear.
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Zhao Rong was not surprised by this, it was not his first time here.
He walked up to Zhu Yourong in a familiar manner, as if facing his own desk, reached out to get water, ink inkstones, ink blocks and other items, rolled up his sleeves, and began to grind them skillfully.
Zhao Rong stood next to the woman in Confucian robes, and looked at the beautiful calligraphy she was writing quietly.
Zhu Yourong also continued to write as if no one was watching, but at a certain moment, the corners of his lips covered by his falling hair slightly raised.
When Zhu Yourong straightened her waist and prepared to dip in ink, Zhao Rong gently pushed the inkstone forward with two fingers and handed it to a convenient place next to her hand.
Every time she raised her hand to change the hair awl, she would be handed a hair awl that perfectly suited Zhu Yourong's liking.
The two moved quietly and in perfect harmony.
No words or eyes were exchanged, but the cooperation was very tacit.
It's like a divine connection.
A certain woman in Confucian robes had already betrayed her family in a certain sense, her prosperity was gone, and she was left alone.
She raised her eyes and looked around, but saw no ancients in front of her or newcomers in the future. Even her closest disciples and bookboys only followed her but did not understand her, and could only walk alone at night holding a lamp.
For Zhu Yourong, this young Confucian scholar who, although unremarkable, quietly accompanies her writing, is the only confidant among the passers-by and pedestrians who has truly come to her side.
There is joy at first sight, and there is also peace of being with each other for a long time.
An inexplicable fit.
Indescribable joy.
At this moment, Zhu Yourong seemed to feel something in his heart. He turned his pen-holding wrist and splashed ink on a piece of white paper.
The characters are thin and powerful.
It's just that her strokes were halfway through, and she should have continued to write like dragons and snakes, but she suddenly stopped, and her hand paused.
The woman in Confucian robes frowned slightly, as if she was dissatisfied with the calligraphy, as if she felt something was missing.
There is only a half-broken sentence left on the paper that is still wet with ink:
If you have a close friend, I would appreciate it.
She stood up slowly, held the pen in her hand, and took a step back silently.
Zhao Rong, who was watching quietly from the side, immediately stepped forward, took the brush from Zhu Yourongyu's hand, and rolled up his sleeves to write without hesitation.
One stroke directly to the end, the strokes poured down, completing the remaining half of the poem.
Zhu Yourong looked intently and saw his words on the paper. The characters were also thin and vigorous, but different from hers, they actually contained the strength of bones. Like a frost forest without leaves and a waterfall flying in, it made people's eyes light up:
If there is a close friend who appreciates it, he will sing Yang Chun without hesitation.
The woman in Confucian robes stood pretty in front of the table, smiling and enjoying the poem while reciting the poem, while her eyes were intensely trying to figure out the writing style of the last six words.
The young Confucian scholar walked aside as if nothing had happened and handed the brush to him.
Zhu Yourong happily took over the brush for him, raised his hand to tuck the hair from his mouth behind his ears, and took the brush to apply the ink again. There were no words of thanks or praise, because the two seemed to be very familiar with each other and got along well with each other.
At this time, Zhu Yourong took a brief break from writing before speaking out, breaking the silence.
"Have you finished all the things you have to do on your way back to the academy?"
"No." Zhao Rong shook his head.
"Didn't you say before you left in the morning that you were going to do something important, but you didn't go to see Meng Zhengjun? Isn't she in the school? I met her a few days ago."
The young Confucian scholar thought for a while, nodded, and then shook his head:
"She is here. Before I came here, I had already gone to the Si Litang to find her... I will come back after this matter is finished." Zhao Rong paused and did not go into details about what he had just done at the Xuexue Mochi Pavilion.
, but said softly:
"However, when I came back this time, besides this official matter, there was actually another...private matter."
"Oh. What's the matter?"
"Do you still have water from Zhengguan Well here? I'll get some more... for some use." Someone got straight to the point.
"Yes." The woman in Confucian shirt nodded, kept moving, and said calmly: "I know you will always need it, so I have prepared three cups."
"Okay." He paused before saying, "Thanks."
"polite."
She shook her head lightly, put down her pen, took out three bamboo tubes, and handed them to Zhao Rong, who took them carefully and packed them away properly.
"Um...this well water is very important to you?"
Zhao Rong was quiet for a moment, "Yeah."
"Understood." The corners of Zhu Yourong's lips curved slightly, and the topic was dropped without asking another word.
Zhao Rong patted his sleeves and let out a breath. This time he returned to the academy. Two things, one business and one private, were finally completed. God bless him and he managed to survive the Shura Field. This trip was basically complete.
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Regarding this matter, while sitting at the flower garden table, his thoughts couldn't help but fly to Dali, especially those things that happened in Hanjing a few days ago that contributed to his return overnight...
Zhao Rong was a little worried and wanted to say goodbye.
Just as he was about to lift his leg, Zhu Yourong suddenly said:
"Is she a fox girl?"
Zhao Rong paused and nodded.
The woman in Confucian robes was quiet for a while, hung the brush on the pen stand with skillful movements, straightened the bookcase with orchid petals, and then said:
"She likes you very much."
Zhao Rong smiled, looked at the little fox demon who was watching them intently in the distance, and stopped.
"How can I see it?"
Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes and seemed to be looking at the poem on the table that said, 'If there is a close friend who appreciates it, I will sing Yangchun without hesitation.' At this time, she spoke softly...