When passing by the flower garden, she didn't give her a second glance at the rare orchids on the roadside that would often stop her in the past.
"Sir, you're back! Well, I'm ready too. When are we going to leave? We agreed before that after the big exams in the academy are over, we'll go to the city to eat delicious food. Hehe, Jixiangzhai's pastries, I Come on~"
Jingzi, who rarely changed into a light blue dress, ran out of the study to greet him, and ran around the female gentleman several times without even raising her eyelids.
He looked eager to try.
Jingzi took Zhu Yourong's hand and started to run out, "Let's go, sir, I wrote to the 'Little Little Fox Demon' before. Let's pass by Taiqing Mansion and take her with us. Let's go see Xicheng tonight." lanterns, and then go to the fireworks night market..."
Zhu Yourong bent down slightly and pressed her little head, "I'm a little tired today, and I still haven't finished correcting the calligraphy test papers for the students in Class Six, so I'd better forget it and go another day."
Speak calmly.
Jingzi suddenly became anxious, "Sir, didn't you change your self-study last night?"
Zhu Yourong tapped his forehead with his index finger, "Forgot."
Jingzi hugged her husband's arm and cried, "Sir, you can't do this to me, wuwuwu! It's only once a month. I have to come back from shopping to talk to the little sisters." , Where are you going to put my face here..."
Zhu Yourong rubbed the top of her head and promised, "I will do it next time."
Jingzi:TAT
Zhu Yourong returned to the study, closed the door, leaned against the door and was quiet for a while, then walked to the desk and looked at the potted plant on the window sill.
The study room is located in the deepest part of the flower garden, with green trees outside the window, but she still places a potted plant on the window.
The female teacher thought that the shape of this small flower pot was very similar to the shadow of someone who accidentally entered the flower garden and peeked out of the window that day.
Dumb-headed.
At the table, Zhu Yourong came back to his senses.
In this calligraphy test, her question was "window".
Do it casually.
Zhu Yourong waved his sleeves and took out the examination papers from the ten examination rooms and placed them on the table one by one.
But she was lying on the chair, motionless.
Too lazy to move and not interested in correcting the paper.
Outside the window, the autumn breeze blows slowly, the moon and stars are sparse, and papers are piled up on the desk in the house. The woman in front of the desk is just in a daze, with her arms raised, supporting her jade-like chin, looking at the potted plant on the window sill that misses him.
Just fall asleep quietly.
"Then you have to be first in the academy at least once..."
"Then you have to be promoted to Haoran Realm at least before the age of eighteen..."
"Then you must at least become a seed for reading..."
The woman nodded her head faintly and whispered softly.
It is the dreamer meeting the dreamer.
"Then you have to be my junior brother no matter what..."
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It was early morning.
Zhu Yourong was awakened by the sunshine.
The tip of the nose is warm.
Still a little itchy.
She lifted up the hair that had fallen down from her nose, stretched her slender hands, and stretched out.
In the quiet and empty boudoir study room, beautiful arc lines suddenly appeared.
The female gentleman held her chin up and lowered her eyes.
She looked out the bright window for a while.
The early sun shines through the layers of green leaves among the branches and falls on the slender arm with the sleeves slipped under her chin, making it dazzlingly white.
Let it warm up for a while.
Zhu Yourong turned around and began to face the examination papers in the ten examination rooms.
Instead of correcting it again, she took out one of the ten copies.
Zhu Yourong remembered that he should be from the Renzihao examination room.
She opened the examination paper.
Some reasons for avoiding suspicion.
The test papers distributed to each corrector will only be marked with the test number, not the specific name.
However, unless the book boy is allowed to copy a copy of the scroll, this will not be a problem for Zhu Yourong, who "sees words as if they are faces".
After all, the test of calligraphy skills is calligraphy. It is obviously nonsense to ask the book boy to copy it and let others correct it.
Zhu Yourong's expression was calm as he flipped through more than thirty test papers from the Renzihao examination room.
This calligraphy test is very difficult.
It's not because she had a bad temper those days.
"It's better to be more difficult. It's best if they don't know how to write, and only you..." Remembering the response from the students in the class, the female teacher whispered, and suddenly her lips and teeth paused, "Found it."
From the thick stack of test papers in her hand, she pulled out a paper with a very familiar handwriting and casually glanced at the test number.
Then, without even looking at it, she took out her red pen and marked red in the blank space at the top of the scroll.
An eye-catching score appeared:
pickup.
In addition to the two major arts, the full score for the five minor arts is ten points.
Zhu Yourong put down his pen, then picked up the hand-picked full-score volume and began to read it casually.
If it is his handwriting, there is no doubt that it will be perfect with her.
As for what he wrote, it actually doesn't matter much. It's just a formality. As long as he mentioned "window", it's not difficult to figure out the topic.
However, the next second.
Zhu Yourong, who was looking down at the scroll, paused.
His eyes seemed to be firmly grasped by something and could not be moved away for a moment.
In front of the desk, a certain female gentleman kept her head bowed for a long time.
Inside the house, there was only the rustling sound of green leaves dancing outside the window.
Zhu Yourong slowly raised his head and looked toward the window, staring blankly for a while before slowly coming back to his senses.
She took the bad guy's test paper, walked to the window, looked down at his handwriting, and then looked up at the lush green leaves outside the window.
"Asshole, I asked you to write on your window, why are you writing on mine..."
At this time, there was a gentle breeze blowing outside the window, and the green leaves on the branches were trembling.
There was a breeze blowing into the window, and the female teacher standing quietly in front of the window opened a corner of the examination paper, revealing a piece of energetic ink:
There is a small building on the east fence of Linlu Academy. There is a long forest for the wind and an empty courtyard for the moon. I am reading there, facing my head and enjoying the greenery. The window is open and the writing is bright and vivid.
Zhu Yourong leaned against the window and looked at the green scenery outside the window.
Somewhat stunned.
She had heard from Xuanji that the study window of the small Dongli house he lived in faced a field where cucumbers and other fruits and vegetables were grown. Wherever there was a 'long forest with wind', there was a 'push to the head' and a 'successful green'.
'...
The well-known Orchid lady inside and outside the academy covered Zhao Rong's words over her heart with both hands, tilted her head and whispered: "...I was reading, and I felt like I was reading, and I felt like I was green. When I opened the book through the window, all the words were fresh..."
I was sitting in the library reading and writing, and all I could see was emerald green. I opened the window and opened the book. All the fonts were bright green...
The woman leaning against the window and covering her breasts was stunned.
That day when he mistakenly entered the flower garden and bumped into her outside the window, who was sitting at her desk writing without tying up her headband, did he see such a poetic and elegant scene... It was not as she had misunderstood before, her eyes were not crooked
honest.
It turned out that he had not forgotten these things, nor had he forgotten the happy time when they were each other's best friends and often wrote in front of the window.
He still kept in mind this quiet window of "enjoy the greenness".
The female gentleman, who was always elegant and quiet in front of others, bowed her head and blushed for the first time.
"So... what does this guy want to do by writing this to me?"
The female gentleman's face glowed slightly.
A long time passed.
Zhu Yourong suppressed his smile, turned back to his desk, calmly put away all the uncorrected exam papers, carefully adjusted his clothes and appearance, and strode out.
She decided not to review papers in the study today, but to go to Jingchen Hall to review papers with other gentlemen.
Suddenly I felt that something Meng Zhengjun said was quite right. Sometimes it is necessary to be gregarious and have a good relationship with colleagues.
"Where is he stupid? It's just that he wasn't prepared enough this time, and all his mind and energy were spent on Dali things and those sisters. He didn't do well in the exam. It's excusable... It's okay. We can make improvements in the future. I will do it tomorrow. Just a month is enough. Speaking of which people are responsible for the other arts in Suixingtang, I need to get to know them and ask them to take care of Tzuyu later..."
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PS: I had an operation yesterday. I won’t go into details. It’s a bit private. Even after the anesthesia was applied to my forehead, it still hurt. Damn it. Then I couldn’t sleep well at night. I woke up three or four times in the middle and took some painkillers... Sorry, good brothers, for the delayed update.