Chapter 670 Zhu Yourong: I'll just be wronged and be a senior sister
Inside Tingchaoxuan.
Zhu Yourong looked at the direction in which Zhao Rong was leaving outside the door, and murmured "dragon energy" in his mouth.
She didn't look back, but her tone was a little dissatisfied, "Uncle Meng is helping me, why do I need to ask him for help?"
The old Jijiu smiled and said: "Of course I asked for it for you. Mr. Xiao Zhu, the most popular newcomer in our academy, admires a certain student's handwriting very much. The old supervisor even heard about it when he was listening to Chaoxuan."
Zhu Yourong did not comment, and turned to ask the old priest: "Uncle Meng, when Zhao Ziyu was attacked at the foot of the mountain, your family member is also suspected of dereliction of duty, but it is unreasonable... Please ask Uncle Meng to help me again next time."
Lao Jijiu nodded, "That's the reason. Even if you don't come to me today, I will help him. Xiao Meng also feels guilty for him, but I still don't understand something."
Zhu Yourong didn't wait for him to ask, and said calmly: "I like his calligraphy, and I am very happy to see him. I want to cultivate and cultivate, maybe I will be able to do it. The reason why I don't give it to him personally is because I am afraid of rumors, so Uncle Meng
Could it be that he is just like those common people and has some misunderstanding?"
Seeing that she seemed to have finished saying everything, Lao Jijiu glanced at Zhu Yourong and changed the subject, "What can be the misunderstanding? You are a teacher and he is a student. What other relationship could there be? You just want to
I’m just going to accept a disciple at next year’s apprenticeship ceremony. I heard that he is now serving as your teaching assistant in calligraphy class.”
The old man sighed, "Calligraphy is really difficult. It's rare to meet a good seedling. I'm worried that he will run away. I'm busy working here and there, but it's also a thank you to you. I haven't seen you pay so much attention to one thing in a long time."
The old Jijiu then took the initiative to suggest: "Otherwise, I am still a bit thin-faced. When the time comes, I will talk to the other gentlemen for you and let you have this good seedling. But I have heard that treating menstruation
The righteous Xiao Yan has a good relationship with this young man's family. He was brought in by Xiao Yan using the quota of talented students, but he didn't expect that you would take notice of him, so he must explain this matter clearly to Xiao Yan and see if he lets him go.
People, because if there is a double selection between teachers and students, it will be difficult to grab people..."
Zhu Yourong seemed to be in a trance, and suddenly turned around and said, "Why can't it be Uncle Meng who accepts you as your disciple?"
"I accept a disciple?"
The old man talked for a while, then laughed.
He shook his head, "Are you kidding..."
Zhu Yourong asked, "Why not?"
Old Jijiu leaned back:
"Not to mention that I have not accepted any apprentices for many years. If I really wanted to accept an unusual apprentice, Xiao Meng would probably be the first to object. She is the master and etiquette teacher of the school. You make an ordinary student become her little disciple.
Junior brother, I absolutely cannot accept her temperament and think it is inconsistent with etiquette. Besides, I have already retired..."
Zhu Yourong narrowed his eyes and said: "What's not in line with etiquette? The sage has heard that there is a sequence of Taoism. Teachers are neither noble nor humble, neither senior nor young. The same is true for accepting disciples. Even the sage once worshiped a child on the roadside as his teacher.
What's more, she, Meng Zhengjun, let a really outstanding student jump down the hierarchy and become her junior disciple? Is it possible that the 'rituals' she personally ordered are greater than the 'rituals' ordered by the saint?"
The more she spoke, the more confident she became. She stared at the old priest with burning eyes and said: "Besides, didn't Uncle Meng just say that Meng Zhengjun was ashamed of Zhao Ziyu? Maybe he would acquiesce. So in the end, this matter still depends on Meng Zhengjun."
Uncle, do you really want to do this? The obstacle is not from other people. Otherwise, Uncle Meng can help me with this again."
The old Jijiu looked at the female gentleman in front of him with a slightly startled look... You are making me restless even after he retires.
The old man held up his Confucian crown and said seriously: "Xiao Zhu."
"What's the matter?"
"Why don't you accept the apprentice you like?"
Zhu Yourong did not hesitate to give the reason:
"This guy doesn't really want to go into calligraphy, and he really listens to Mr. Yan. And I'm not very familiar with Mr. Yan, who teaches classics, so I want you, Uncle Meng, who is more senior, to come forward and take my place first.
If I accept a disciple, no one will dare to compete... And in the end, I won't bother Uncle Meng, I will teach him for you so that he can't run away."
A certain student named Zhao was clearly arranged by a certain female teacher named Zhu.
Lao Jijiu has lived for such a long time, and this is the first time he has seen this kind of thing. It can be regarded as a long time since he has lived.
He wondered: "Then isn't this a liar?"
Zhu Yourong said confidently: "What a liar? I am a first-class Confucian scholar. I am not enough to teach him. Even if he really can't let go of the meaning of the scriptures, I can teach him and let him practice both calligraphy and the meaning of the scriptures. So, when the time comes,
Let him enjoy it secretly." Her eyes flickered and looked away.
Regarding what Zhu Yourong said, Lao Jijiu had no objection. He had always been very optimistic about the niece in front of him. If it hadn't been for the "deviant" thing that happened in the middle, she might have become the youngest Confucian scholar in the history of the Confucian Temple.
A true lady.
Therefore, the old Jijiu's eyes became even weirder, and he couldn't help but said: "Then you have to think clearly. If he really becomes my disciple, you will be the one to teach him. The better you teach him, the more you will prepare for my marriage."
Clothes, because in the eyes of others, he has inherited my heritage, and your name is just a sideline at best...senior sister."
When a certain female gentleman who really wanted to become a senior sister heard this, she frowned in sheep's clothing and said, "Forget it, I will marry you in clothes. Besides, I still have a name in the Confucian Temple. If he worships in my name again,
Having a bond will not be appropriate for future promotion within the Confucian sect."
She seemed to have been thinking sadly for a while, then sighed, "I... I just feel aggrieved and become a senior sister from the sidelines. I just hope that I will not be alone."
“…”
Lao Jijiu glanced sideways at the niece of a family friend for a few times and said nothing for a while.
Zhu Yourong raised his head and asked seriously, "So, will Uncle Meng help?"
The old priest poured another cup of orchid tea. The old god took a sip and leaned back, "It's not impossible to open the door again to accept disciples, but..."
He changed the subject: "Then you have to be first in the academy at least once, right?"
These words were a bit baffling, but Zhu Yourong knew who the old man was talking about.
Zhu Yourong nodded.
Lao Jijiu smiled sheepishly, "Then you have to be promoted to Haoran Realm at least before the age of eighteen, right?"
Zhu Yourong lowered his eyes slightly and nodded.
Lao Jijiu smiled again and said in a guessing tone: "Then it must at least become a seed for reading, right?"
Zhu Yourong was quiet for a moment.
According to the practice of previous apprenticeship ceremonies, to become a disciple of the Six Gentlemen of the Academy and to inherit the rare and precious cultural background behind it, one really needs to be the top student of the year, that is, the one who has obtained the status of reading seed.
Zhu Yourong nodded slightly.
Lao Jijiu smiled. This time, his tone was very sure: "There is still one more level to go."
Zhu Yourong frowned, "Why are there still demands? Why is it more troublesome for Uncle Meng to accept a disciple than other uncles?"
The old Jijiu nodded with a smile, "The last step. Because this is an exception to the rule of recruiting a disciple, it is not in line with the academy's regulations after all, so you have to let your family nod."
Before the old man finished speaking, a certain busty female gentleman turned cold and turned away. Before leaving, she confiscated the pot of orchid tea without even leaving a cup.
"Alas, virtuous niece, virtuous niece, don't go... you go... if you want to leave, leave the tea..."
Lao Jijiu called out helplessly several times, but there was no response. He looked at Zhu Yourong's back disappearing outside and shook his head.
"These requests are not made by me. When these girls grow up, they are not as obedient and caring as they were when they were children. Don't you think so, old man?"
A tall, thin old man with a stern face walked in from the door carrying a small chess board, flipping through a chess book with one hand. He lowered his head to read along the way, ignoring the ridicule of his old friend.
Just like the usual afternoon activities, the tall and thin old man threw the chessboard in front of the old priest, put away the chess books, sat down, and began to place the chess box in preparation for the game.
Lao Jijiu was not surprised. As if he was used to it, Youyou opened the lid of the box and played chess with him.
The two of them played with each other for a while. The old priest glanced at the tall and thin old man and said: "Let that kid climb to the sixth floor..."
"Can."
The old man nodded, and with the approval of his old friend, this matter was no longer a problem.
He asked more: "What about this girl Yourong..."
The tall and thin old man suddenly raised his head, looked at this old man who also gave birth to a daughter, and said, "That girl of yours is very good."
Lao Jijiu laughed and shook his head.
"It's all business before I come back. She won't have time to make tea for me."