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After the girl in blue opened the door, she glanced left and right. Her big black eyes turned left and right, as nimble as a bird.

For a moment, outside the side door, it was even quieter than when the door was closed.

A small girl in blue clothes "stalemate" with hundreds of scholars like this for three breaths.

The girl in blue took a few glances, then smacked her small mouth. She put her two slender arms behind her back, lifted her chin slightly, and slowly walked out from the door.

The girl in blue stood on the steps, ignoring the people below the steps, staring straight ahead.

It's just that she is still short, even on the steps, she is lower than the people below, so she can't see anything.

The scholars hurriedly parted ways to make way for her gaze.

The girl in blue put her hands behind her back, still pursed her vermilion lips, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. She looked at the bamboo forest in front of her for a while, nodded her chin slightly, and turned her back like a grown-up, ready to cross over again. Go back to the door.

Zhao Rong watched this scene on tiptoe, carefully observed the appearance of the girl in blue, and then looked around at the expressions and movements of the many scholars around.

He raised his hand and squeezed his chin.

Who is this little girl?

A rejuvenated school girl?

Wearing book children's clothing, it doesn't look like it at all. Besides, the expressions of the guys who came early around me feel a little strange...

At this moment.

I saw that majestic girl in blue was just about to step over the threshold when suddenly her small body stopped!

She turned her head suddenly and glanced at the two wooden doors that were open.

Immediately, the girl in blue suddenly turned her head.

She opened her mouth slightly, stared at the scholars under the steps with her big black eyes.

The little girl's undeveloped chest rose and fell, and the little hands behind her back were also let down.

She stared, nodded slowly, straightened her right hand, waving a green finger up and down, pointing back and forth at the people under the steps.

The many scholars under the steps hurriedly looked away, not daring to look at her, many of them hurriedly waved their hands and heads in the direction she pointed...

All of this happened in silence, and the field was still very quiet, as for some faint noises coming from afar.

Zhao Rong looked curiously at this seemingly tacit scene.

It's just that he hasn't waited for him to figure it out.

The girl in blue kicked her feet suddenly, twisted her small body, and ran away in a hurry.

The wooden door is still open, and one can get a glimpse of a corner of the pavilions in the academy.

after she left.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, and the strange scholar who Zhao Rong had been holding a pot of flowers and plants to watch affectionately also sighed softly, and put away the flower pot in his arms.

Zhao Rong blinked his eyes, not knowing why, and wanted to ask someone about the situation, but he could see the taciturn appearance of the people around him, and it felt like asking was useless.

As for going to a distant wine shop to inquire about it like when I first came here, but it was too late, depending on the situation, there might be a gentleman from the academy coming out at any time.

After thinking about it, he gave up.

Soon.

Some figures appeared in the open door.

The scholars under the steps crowded forward again.

But it's a pity that those figures are not the academy masters that everyone has been looking forward to, but some academy scholars from Peiyubi.

But everyone didn't back down, or how frustrated they were.

Several academicians went down the steps.

Everyone hurried out of the way.

"Senior Brother Chen..."

"Brother Gu..."

"Senior Brother Li..."

Many scholars in the crowd shouted cordially.

Everyone responded, voices came and went.

Most of the academy scholars didn't pay much attention to the friendship of the crowd, at most they smiled and left on their own.

However, there was also a kind-faced academy scholar who stopped slowly and reminded everyone with a smile:

"I just saw Mr. Chen walking here after class. I guess he was going to get a drink. It's not far behind me. Everyone is lucky, so hurry up and get ready."

After speaking, he didn't wait for everyone's reaction, and left with a chuckle.

"It's Mr. Chen!?"

"Mr. Chen hasn't come out for half a month, and today he finally came out for a drink. Alas, why do you buy a drink once, and you can drink it for half a month?"

"You don't understand now. Mr. Chen is good at wine but not greedy for it. Mr. Chen likes poetry and prose. I heard that every time before composing a poem, he would dip a brush in the wine, taste the taste of wine, and relieve his hunger. Are you drinking too much?"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yue, for reminding me!"

"That guy a year ago was really lucky. He helped Mr. Chen run around and wrote a poem persuading him to drink. I didn't think it was finished yet, but he was recommended by Mr. Chen. Alas! I was by the side at the time. If I knew it earlier, I would rush to go..."

The crowd outside the side door suddenly became lively.

Most of the scholars who had been taciturn before opened their mouths in shock, and began to gear up and make preparations.

Zhao Rong was confused at first, but he perked up his ears, and his eyes lit up slightly after hearing the few words that everyone was talking about.

It seems that luck is not bad. Although I missed the assessment every three years of Linlu Academy, I just arrived, and within half a day, I met a gentleman who probably likes poetry and prose and wanted to go out immediately.

You like persuasion poems, right?

Guaranteed to persuade you to buy and drink for half a month, and you will get bored in one sip!

Zhao Rong pulled his wrench finger and moved his joints.

After all, he will be in the limelight later and will be watched by the audience.

No, I have to rub my face again, Zhao Rong and Zhao Ziyu, you can't laugh too arrogantly or too rampant later, you should be humble and low-key, um, just smile, but you can't laugh too rigidly.

Hey, why do you feel that "showing a polite yet awkward smile" is more difficult than being "appreciated and recommended by Mr. Academy"?

Forget it, it's useless to think too much about these troubles that belong to me alone. Who can I tell this kind of loneliness...

Qing Jun, Xiao Xiao, Husband is coming soon...

Just as Zhao Rong was wandering in the sky, the noise outside the mansion gate was in vain!

"Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Chen, Xiaosheng has bought wine for you. This is the peach red wine from Cuixiange. Please accept it!"

"Mr. Chen, I have admired you for a long time. I have memorized every poem of yours fluently. I am not talented. I have carefully polished a good poem in the past few years. I hope you can read it and correct it..."

The crowd outside the door was boiling, and all the scholars rushed forward, surrounding the figure who had just walked out of the door layer by layer. Zhao Rong couldn't see the appearance of Mr. Chen clearly as he stood on tiptoe behind him.

But he was not in a hurry, he lowered his head and straightened his clothes, standing on the side of the road that Mr. Chen would pass by later, waiting patiently.

Chapter 149 Mr. Chen

It was autumn not long ago.

But the sun at noon was still scorching hot. Fortunately, Duyou City stood by the sea.

From time to time, the North Sea sent a burst of cool sea breeze, such an alternation of hot and cold, but it is also a strange feeling.

At this time, Zhao Rong was standing under a few rustling green bamboos, in a neat green shirt, waiting for the arrival of Mr. Chen in front of him.

Soon.

I saw that the noisy and crowded crowd in front of us gradually separated, as if a ferry boat was passing by.

Zhao Rong finally saw the true face of that Mr. Chen.

He was about 40 years old, with a kind face, a long beard, and black hair all draped behind his back. He was wearing a double-breasted wide shirt with only a long belt tied around his waist casually, and clogs on his feet.

Zhao Rong was quite surprised by this undressed outfit, with his breasts exposed and his breasts exposed, similar to that of a celebrity in Zhongnan.

In his impression, most of the Confucian academies should be serious and dignified, similar to the image of a meticulous master, but the chic attire of Mr. Chen, who is sought after by many scholars, broke Zhao Rong's stereotyped impression.

It seems that the atmosphere of Linlu Academy is much more relaxed than imagined...

Mr. Chen held an ink-colored flagon in one hand and a stack of rolled paper manuscripts in the other, striding forward, surrounded by scholars and following him, talking in a hurry.

But Mr. Chen kept smiling kindly and didn't reply.

When someone wanted to pick up his jug and help him drink, he waved his hand and refused.

Many scholars also handed over some papers for poems, and he would take them one by one, roll them up in the stack of papers in his hand, and take them away together.

Mr. Chen walked towards the restaurant without stopping.

Zhao Rong looked at the scholars who crowded around Mr. Chen and shook his head slightly.

At this moment, seeing Mr. Chen approaching him, Zhao Rong couldn't help but cleared his throat, and replayed the carefully selected poems in his heart.

Finally, Mr. Chen, with a large group of scholars following him, was about to pass by him.

Zhao Rongmo calculated the distance, when it was only a few steps away from him.

Zhao Rong suddenly said loudly:

"A jug of wine among the flowers, alone..."

But at this moment, before Zhao Rong could finish the last sentence "drinking alone without a blind date", his voice was interrupted.

In other words, he was not interrupted, and he actually chanted, but he was drowned in the sound waves.

Deafening noises suddenly sounded near Zhao Rong.

"Lanling Fine Wine Tulip..."

"Advise you, Jin Quxi..."

"Drink fine wine..."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he looked around, only to see that the scholars who had enjoyed the cool air in the bamboo forest with him had long since lost their previous resting attitudes, but each of them, like Zhao Rong, spoke loudly when Mr. Chen passed by. read poetry.

Especially the brother who was a few steps away from Zhao Rong was reading poetry with a roar.

Zhao Rong gasped.

The brother's sudden yelling just now nearly deafened his ears. The most speechless thing is that Zhao Rong didn't hear a word of what he was yelling...

At this moment.

Faced with the scene that his arrival made a group of long-awaited scholars scrambling to read poems, Mr. Chen passed by without the slightest surprise.

The group of scholars following him were not surprised when they saw this situation. They probably saw this kind of routine a lot, or...Zhao Rong's behavior was left over from their play?

Many scholars in the crowd looked at the behavior of Zhao Rong and others, and shook their heads in pity.

Zhao Rong watched Mr. Chen and the others pass by him without stopping for a moment, and immediately became anxious, and hurriedly continued to read aloud the poem he had carefully selected to persuade him to drink.

but.

As soon as his voice left his mouth, it was drowned in the chaotic waves, without stirring up a wave.

Zhao Rong found sadly that he couldn't yell at these guys at all, especially the Hanhan who bent over and tried to yell beside him...

Zhao Rong covered his ears and glared at the person beside him.

Mr. Chen has gone far away, can you fucking stop yelling, my ears are almost ringing!

It's a pity that he didn't pay any attention to him at all, and was still screaming desperately at himself.

I don't know what to shout about...

Zhao Rong hurriedly covered his ears and ran after Mr. Chen.

Without even thinking about it, he was ashamed to join the trailing crowd that he had shaken his head and sighed in silent contempt not long ago.

Zhao Rong pushed forward desperately.

However, those scholars around him who looked very frail at first did not know where they were monsters and ghosts. Since the martial arts physique of Zhao Rongdeng Tianjing Zhenyi period couldn't squeeze them, they were almost squeezed by the people behind. go back...