i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong blinked, and suddenly felt that the kind-faced elder brother was even cuter.

He said seriously: "Eldest brother, I want to go too, to accompany my husband to give lectures."

Li Jinshu asked strangely: "Didn't you say that when you first came here, you should get familiar with the academy and not run around?"

Zhao Rong's face was not flushed, his heart was not beating, and he said sincerely:

"I thought about it carefully. You can come to this academy to get familiar with it at any time, but for Mr. Yan's class, you only need to listen to one lesson and one lesson is missing. My junior brother and I are dull and inexperienced, so we must cherish this rare study. Opportunity, big brother, please don't stop me."

Li Jinshu was stunned, "I won't stop you, um, but are you serious, Junior Brother? The situation in Taiqing Mansion is different from our academy, I'm afraid you won't be used to it..."

Zhao Rong frowned, and turned to teach: "Eldest brother, what is this? The wind of the gentleman, the mountains are high and the waters are long, can be bathed in the warm light of Mr. Yan's knowledge all day long, and swim in the ocean of knowledge. Being in a sea of ​​swords and flames, Tzuyu is also happy, how can there be any saying that you can't get used to it?"

Zhao Rong looked upright, "Brother, don't look down on Ziyu!"

"..." Li Jinshu.

……

It was almost dusk, and the setting sun was dusk.

Thousands of rays of light falling from the sea of ​​clouds in the nine heavens covered this ancient academy standing on the bank of the river with vicissitudes of thousands of years and endless songs.

Just as peaceful as the countless evenings in the past years.

at this time.

Outside a side door of Lin Lu Academy, unlike the tranquility at dusk, the atmosphere is a different kind of silence.

The scholars who had been eagerly waiting for the opportunity with Zhao Rong during the day did not disperse as usual at this moment. They either tilted their heads or twisted their necks, but all of them froze in place without moving. He stared straight at the indescribable woman in front of the wooden door.

In front of the door.

A girl in blue also stood behind the woman in a Confucian shirt, watching her husband.

But the woman in Confucian shirt raised her head slightly, staring at the couplet on the wooden door.

She stood in front of the door watching the "scenery", and the people watching the scenery were also looking at her.

Jingzi couldn't bear the silence, and puffed up, "Sir, this is also written by that Dengtuzi, he is still writing strange words on the couplet you gave me, sir, don't pay attention to him, Leave it to me..."

"Who said his handwriting was written indiscriminately."

Zhu Weirui, who turned her back to Jingzi, suddenly spoke.

Jing Zi was taken aback.

Zhu Weirui stretched out her hand on tiptoe, starting from the first word at the top, carefully stroking the ink color outlined by a certain man on the paper.

The onion fingers with pink nails fell slowly, sliding gently with the horizontal strokes between the lines in the herringbone.

At a certain moment, the woman in Confucian shirt with black hair tied up with a slender awl furrowed her eyebrows lightly, as if she was racking her brains to think about how the man not long ago thought of drawing a certain curl.

After being in a daze for a while, Zhu Weirui spoke again, with a serious tone, "His writing is better than mine, much, much better."

She stared blankly, "He... how did he write it..."

Just after Zhu Weirui's words were spoken, many scholars who were in a daze under the steps looked surprised.

And Jing Zi behind her stared with eyes bigger than copper bells, and exclaimed in shock:

"Why, how is it possible! He is just a disciple, and his words are frivolous..."

About Zhu Weirui, Jingzi knew many times better than those scholars, so the impact Zhu Weirui's words brought to her was simply earth-shattering.

Ever since she was inspired to follow her husband, she has never seen her husband say such words, such a word of praise for a person.

there has never been!

Zhu Weirui bit her lips heavily when she heard Jing Zi's words, and looked at the word "Tibetan" on the couplets without blinking, which fascinated her.

The man's regular script has a square and dense structure, the strokes are light and heavy vertically, the strokes are strong, round and thick, and the momentum is majestic and majestic.

Zhu Weirui looks majestic and masculine at first glance.

She looked back suddenly, and saw that face that many scholars under the steps would never forget, her expression was extremely serious at this moment, her vermilion lips opened and closed, and the clear voice sounded loudly.

"He must be a great man."

Words are like people, this is what she firmly believes.

Jing Zi trembled, her breathing became short of breath, and she wanted to argue again, but she was speechless, her little hands tugging at her sleeves.

Zhu Weirui turned her head and continued to stare blankly at the words, murmuring between her lips.

"His name is... Zhao Ziyu..."

Chapter 163 Fan Yushu

Linlu Academy is located hundreds of miles east of Duyou City. It occupies a huge area, but it is hidden in a lush forest.

In the academy, apart from well-organized buildings and ingenious pavilions, there are beautiful mountains and forests and clear streams.

At this time, it was early in the morning, and the sky suddenly appeared on the dark outline of the distant mountain, and the morning sun was slowly rising.

The mountains and forests are humid, the leaves are covered with clear dew, and the early autumn wind brings some chills.

Zhao Rong tightened the green skirt that he was wearing. It was a deep shirt with white and blue collars. What he brought yesterday was the uniform of the academy students.

He was standing in a waterside pavilion by the lake, not far away was Mr. Yan's bamboo forest courtyard. After agreeing to accompany Mr. Yan to give lectures in Taiqing Mansion yesterday, Li Jinshu asked Zhao Rong to come and wait here today. Brothers and sisters will come Assemble here.

Zhao Rong went to check out the inn outside last night and stayed in the dormitory of the Academy for one night, so he got up early this morning and came here.

He only knew a little bit about the general situation of the academy, the buildings, etc. He had to go out again before the students who were assigned to study together had time to meet, but Zhao Rong didn't care much about it. Such a good opportunity, Let's go to Taiqing Mansion and stay for a month before we come back.

clang clang-

At this time, a bell tower hidden among the trees on the hillside of Linlu rang.

It is already a moment.

"Learn it. Interrogate it. Think it over. Discern it. Practice it..."

With one hand behind his back, Zhao Rong held a copy of "Revelation of Lin Lu Academy" in the other, and Du Bu silently recited it.

These are the academic regulations of the academy that we brought together yesterday. In fact, as long as we know that such fake and empty things exist, it is enough for us to look at them boringly.

However, based on the experience of reviewing literary works in his previous life, Zhao Rong decided to memorize it after thinking about it.

Who knows if a big boss of the academy will pop out later, smiling and kindly asking the new students if they remember what the academy regulations have written, and then they will be able to calmly pretend to be aggressive again.

If you want to be better than others at critical moments, you have to be more careful at ordinary times...

After Zhao Rong took a few steps forward, when he turned around, he subconsciously glanced at another young man in the water pavilion.

He came a little later than Zhao Rong, but it was still very early, after all, just ringing the bell was the normal time for academy students to wake up in the morning.

Like Zhao Rong, the young man was dressed in a student's green skirt, but his attire was much more gorgeous than Zhao Rong's.

The young man wore a turban made of double silk silk, and it was draped off casually. His upright face seemed to have been covered with some powder, and his appearance was specially modified to look fair and delicate.

A delicate and small white jade jade gourd hangs from her waist, which looks very valuable.

At this time, he was sitting on the railing chair on the side of the waterside pavilion, holding a book whose cover could not be seen in one hand, and a folded jade-handled folding fan in the other, tapping on the railing lightly, reading intently .

As if he had noticed Zhao Rong's gaze, he turned his head slowly, his gaze couldn't leave the page in his hand, but he still looked at Zhao Rong, smiled politely, and continued to read the book seriously.

Zhao Rong responded with a smile, feeling in his heart that it is indeed Lin Lu Academy, where he can meet a romantic person who looks good at random, and like this young master, he came to study seriously so early.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Mr. Yan's courtyard not far away, and found that the courtyard door was still closed, but some seniors were already waiting.

He put away the "Revelation of Linlu Academy" that he had memorized silently, took out a scripture, and sat on the stone bench to read it.

But before he calmed down to read for a while, Zhao Rong raised his hand and turned the pages of the book from time to time, a little distracted.

Today, maybe I can meet Qing Jun again.

Although we met her not long ago, and even hugged her, but the situation was special at that time, so I rushed up without having time to think about it.

Thinking about it afterwards, his words and deeds were still too hasty. He could have done better. If he had prepared well, he might have been able to coax the lady well at that time. Now he can tie her hair in Qingjun's boudoir. maybe……

The more he thought about Zhao Rong, the more he sighed.

And after confessing at that time, she shouldn't have given her time to calm down, just bowed her head and kissed her. She still didn't have much experience.

There is another shortcoming. At that time, apart from the jade token, I didn't even prepare anything else, even writing a love poem...

Suddenly, thinking of this, Zhao Rong had an idea.

According to his memory, Qing Jun is not the kind of woman who only knows how to bury her head in cultivation. It may be because of him. She has a good impression of Confucianism since she was a child. She has never been to a private school, but she prefers some beautiful poems and prose.

Anyway, in Zhao Rong's memory, when he was a child, every time he recited some poems he thought were well written or beautiful quatrains from the ancients, she would put her hand on her chin and listen with a smile.

Qingjun and Qian'er also like to go to his study quietly, flip through some waste manuscripts of poems that he is embarrassed to take out, and read them with a smile.

The reason why I know this is because I was caught on the spot once.

At that time, he was poking his hands out of the window, one in each hand, grabbing the ponytails on the heads of the two little girls who were lying on the table and laughing together in front of the desk inside the window. He was so angry that he ignored it for a month. They died, but after Qingjun brought him her favorite snacks every day, Zhao Rong forgave them when she looked pitifully holding his sleeve and staring at him with big watery eyes...

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, and thought about the idea that came to him just now, and thought it was feasible.

In other words, this should be able to coax her well... Try it?

Zhao Rong put down the unreadable book and was about to take out a pen and paper, when he suddenly saw that the serious reader beside him was also taking out a pen and paper.

The young man took out a piece of clean white paper that looked exquisite and laid it out. He held the book while holding the jade tube writing brush with a solemn expression. He read the book, held his breath and concentrated on writing, and looked up and looked at the pages of the book from time to time. .

Looking at this scene of concentrating on reading excerpts and earnestly studying, Zhao Rong suddenly felt a little guilty. He looked around, and there were already many scholars and students by the lakeside who were studying in the morning.

In other words, early in the morning, everyone is studying hard. Is it not too good for me to paddle and write love letters...

But who is Zhao Rong?Figured it out quickly.

Can the matter of scholars be called paddling?Writing love letters is also a kind of exercise to cultivate sentiment, okay?

This is elegant.

Zhao Rong nodded, and took out the pen and paper with no expression on his face. His expression and movements were the same as that of the brother in the water pavilion who frowns and stretches his brows and writes earnestly. He wrote the first love letter to his wife with a straight back and a serious expression. .

Soon.

Chuyang completely rose from behind the mountain, and the light pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, reflecting the vast forest.

Not far away, the courtyard door that everyone had been waiting for was opened, and Mr. Yan came out, ready to go.

Zhao Rong saw that after Mr. Yan went out, everyone gathered around him, so he got up to pack his things and prepared to leave the waterside pavilion.

Just as he turned around and was about to step out, he found that the young man who had read with him all morning had also packed up his things and was about to leave.

The two stopped in tacit agreement at the door and looked at each other for a moment.

Zhao Rong chuckled and said, "Brother, are you going to go out to give lectures with Mr. Yan?"

The young man cleared his throat, his voice was a bit shrill, and he replied seriously: "Exactly, I'm Fan Yushu, I don't know what to call my classmates?"

"Xiao Ziyu, Zhao Ziyu, just came to the academy yesterday."

Fan Yushu nodded without changing his expression, and said nothing. The two left the waterside pavilion together and went to meet Mr. Yan.

At about a quarter of an hour, the disciples of Yan Jidao's sect had assembled and set off together to the Taiqing Mansion a hundred miles away. There were about a dozen people on this trip.

On the way, Li Jinshu came to Zhao Rong again and introduced the people around him.

Including that young student named Fan Yushu.

It turned out that this person, like Zhao Rong, was recommended by Mr. Yan and joined the academy in the name of a special student, but he came much earlier than Zhao Rong.

Fan Yushu seemed to be very familiar with Li Jinshu, seeing him coming, he kindly called "big brother".

There is another special student like them, a student who looks mediocre, but looks rather dull. After Li Jinshu's introduction, he just twitched his lips slightly, nodded to Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, and then He looked away again.

After that, Li Jinshu smiled and said a few more words, and then returned to Mr. Yan in front of him.

He is Mr. Yan's disciple. Confucianism respects the teacher and respects the way. He must always follow and serve him before he leaves.

Fan Yushu glanced at Li Jinshu's leaving back, then turned around and looked at Zhao Rong.

With a swipe of his right hand, he opened the jade folding fan gracefully. The shape of the folding fan is light and dexterous, with lines outside the garden and inside the square, with the words "Zhilan Yushu" written on the fan.

Fan Yushu flapped his lips slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Brother Ziyu was recommended by Mr. Yan to be admitted to the hospital. I think he must be full of knowledge and talent. I was rude before I went down. I hope you will forgive me."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, "Brother Yushu misunderstood, Xiaosheng is stupid in nature, he was lucky enough to be recommended by Mr. Yan to be admitted to the hospital because of the care of an elder, but Brother Yushu, he looks like a dragon and a phoenix..."

Fan Yushu sighed when he heard the words, and interrupted Zhao Rong's words, "Brother Ziyu, don't worry about me. In this way, I am the same as you. If the elders in the family knew Mr. Yan and had a good relationship, otherwise I would be less talented and less learned. How can I enter this Linlu Academy, but..."

He looked serious, and said seriously: "Because we are special students, after entering the academy, we must study hard, be brave after knowing our shame, and work ten times harder than other students, so as to live up to Mr. Yan and the elders. Looking forward to it."