Chapter 704: Zhu Yourong: You are really good, Zhao Ziyu
In the Jingchen Hall, just when Zhu Yourong felt lost, Su Changfeng also joined the discussion, imitating Duan Jiuling and passing a paper to his colleagues.
"You can take a look at this poem, which was also written by this student of Tzuyu."
Everyone came back to their senses from the beauty painting. Zhu Yourong also reacted when he heard someone's name. He subconsciously prepared to reach out and take it first, but someone was faster than her. With Su Changfeng's recent Duan Jiuling, his eyes lit up and he took it smoothly.
He took the paper, lowered his head and read for a while, then his face became filled with emotion, which made the other onlookers even more curious.
But Zhu Yourong just glanced at his colleagues and didn't bother Duan Jiuling who was grabbing the paper. The female gentleman's face was a little uninterested. She turned her head and looked around, then ignored Su Changfeng who noticed his gaze and smiled kindly at her.
She glanced at the "Three Beauties of the Qi Family" on the table again, then turned around and prepared to go back to Yilanxuan.
Someone didn't even consider her position in his paintings, let alone in his poems...
A certain 'senior sister' pursed her lips as she turned away.
"...The body is as fast as a flying duck, as erratic as a god... The waves are moving slightly, and the socks are dusty..." In the crowd on the other side, Duan Jiuling raised his head and asked curiously: "...Hey, Brother Su, this poem...
What's your name?"
"It's called "Li Shen Fu"." Su Changfeng turned to look at the back of a female gentleman who was leaving at the door, and said casually with a slight frown.
"Li Shen... Fu..." Duan Jiuling and the colleagues around him read it intently for a while. The bald man suddenly sighed, raised his head and said seriously: "Brother Su, I admit it, this Tzuyu
The student is more lustful than me!"
Su Changfeng and other gentlemen:…………
"Brother Duan, can you stop being like this? Meng Lang, this is the Jingchen Hall. If Mr. Meng is here, I will definitely punish you." Su Changfeng couldn't help it, scolded, shook his head, and pointed at Zhao Rong's article.
Fu said:
"This is obviously a beautiful article, the essence of literature! 'As graceful as a frightening dragon', 'Shoulders as if cut into waists, as if they were plain', 'Yunji, E'e, Xiu Mei Mei Lianjuan'... all of them are mentioned individually.
Exquisite literature and talent, how come they are erotic words in your eyes."
Duan Jiuling touched his head, shrugged and said innocently: "What are you thinking? I said before that I was greedy for sex. I didn't mean that he was really lustful. I just said that this 'Tzuyu student' has a pair of
Eyes that can discover stunning colors and stunning scenery. This ability to appreciate is the key. Otherwise, how could I write these... Fellow Taoist Ezhu, what are you doing?"
Duan Jiuling paused in his explanation and asked in a daze. It turned out that a jade hand with a bright white wrist suddenly stretched out from the crowd in front of him. When he looked up, it was Zhu Yourong who had left and returned.
"Bring it here." She said expressionlessly and concisely.
Duan Jiuling and his colleagues were stunned by the tone of voice that could not be refused. After all, they had been used to Mr. Zhu's polite but gentle voice all morning. Why did he suddenly become a little rude now? Like Su Changfeng, he had misunderstood Duan Jiuling.
, thought he was speaking ill of the students she admired? Some gentlemen secretly thought.
Duan Jiuling also felt guilty, but he still coughed twice and handed the poem to Zhu Yourong honestly.
If it were Su Changfeng or other gentlemen like him, they were old acquaintances anyway, and Duan Jiuling would have laughed and scolded him, but facing Zhu Yourong, not only him, but also most of the gentlemen in Jingchen Hall would put it away at the moment.
Make a joke, be serious and give face to the beauty.
Duan Jiuling explained seriously: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, I am actually praising this student Zhao..."
"I know, I'm just curious."
Everyone saw that a certain female gentleman's expression softened slightly, and she nodded to interrupt Duan Jiuling's words. Then she pulled the corner of her lower lip again, smiled softly: "I want to see him too... Well, just like Duan Daoyou just said
What he said...look at how good his eyes are at appreciating beauty, and look at which lucky woman it is."
As Zhu Yourong spoke, he lowered his head and read lazily, "Li Shen... Fu, right? Oh, it seems to have something to do with Li Di not far down the mountain..."
She paused in the middle of speaking casually, and the following words only rang in her heart and were not spoken out: If it has something to do with Li Di, then it is about a certain divorced daughter? You are really good at it, Zhao Ziyu, you can take all the exams when you go down the mountain.
Amorous encounter haha...
Duan Jiuling and Su Changfeng looked at each other, and the latter laughed and said: "Mr. Zhu's guess was extremely accurate. It seems that it is indeed about a stunning goddess who left the ground he met by chance..."
It's a pity that Su Changfeng's kind explanation and conversation later were not heard by anyone.
Zhu Yourong lowered his head to read "Li Shen Fu". At a certain moment, his eyelashes trembled, and the jade fingers holding the paper quietly tightened.
The more she looked, the quieter she became, and her eyes became more complicated...
After the female gentleman seemed to have read everything, she hurriedly handed the Chinese poem back to the waiting gentleman. However, when other gentlemen rushed to pass it around, the female gentleman would look away from time to time.
This silent look made people curious and a little strange. When Su Changfeng saw this, he just said that Zhu Yourong also appreciated Xinxi's poem and was embarrassed to speak. He took advantage of the gap and couldn't help but come up to talk.
"Mr. Zhu also thinks it is well written?"
"Yes... probably, his writing is not bad... so-so." Zhu Yourong turned his head and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window.
Su Changfeng said happily: "I, too, like this piece of poetry very much. So is there any sentence in the poem that Mr. Zhu particularly likes?"
Why does this person talk so much? Zhu Yourong was slightly annoyed, but he could only force a smile on his face and said: "There seemed to be a few sentences, but I didn't read them carefully and forgot them."
"I do remember a few sentences! I wonder if Mr. Zhu is the same as me." Su Changfeng perked up and volunteered, "How about I read it out to Mr. Zhu first?"
"...?"
At this moment, Zhu Yourong wanted to turn around, smile and say politely, "Get out of here, why are you acting so much?" However, he was afraid that someone would notice that his expression was strange at this moment. However, while she was hesitating, Su Changfeng behind him had already finished brewing.
He put his hands behind his back and chanted softly.
"I would like to teach Mr. Zhu to know that what makes me most happy is this sentence... the fragrance of the faint orchid, wandering in the corner of the mountain... the graceful appearance, the quiet appearance and the leisurely body..."
Su Changfeng's tone was ups and downs. As a teacher of poetry and poetry in the teaching center, he naturally had good basic skills in reciting poetry and poetry. Unfortunately, Zhu Yourong didn't pay attention to this at all. Instead, he was attracted by the meaning of these sentences written by someone...
"Another example...turning into the sky, the face is smooth and jade...the words are not spoken, the aura is like an orchid...the graceful and graceful appearance makes me forget to eat..."
The female gentleman who was pretending to look out the window had a pair of starry eyes that had nowhere to go, and her eyes were darting from side to side. Especially when she heard a word that was the same as a word in her name, the female gentleman's eyes would flicker from time to time...