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Many students in the willful hall couldn't sit still, and stared at Zhao Rong indignantly, as if they felt worthless for Mr. Zhu who behaved strangely today, but they looked at Zhao Rong, but they wanted to push him away immediately , replace it by itself...

Zhao Rong also felt the eyes of his classmates who wanted to eat people, but he just ignored them.

He lowered his head to look at the cup of tea that he thought very much. Except for the floating tea leaves, the surface of the tea was clear, and it could even reflect a face that Zhao Rong thought was very handsome. He frowned and relaxed.

Zhao Rong's eyes calmed down, and he reached out to pick up the teacup.

Zhu Weirui smiled sweetly.

All the students watched intently.

boom--

There was a soft sound, because Zhao Rong put down the teacup the next second.

There was another knocking of tables and stools on the field.

Zhu Weirui, who was sitting upright, bit her lip lightly and stared at him.

Zhao Rong held a teacup that was [-]% full and looked up at her.

The reason why he didn't drink it was because there was a tacit understanding between the two of them. Zhao Rong knew that the important thing about this cup of tea for him was not whether there was any tea from Zhengguanjing, but the meaning of drinking it.

Before, you can pretend that the two of you are not familiar with each other, strangers are not allowed to enter, please be more polite and don’t bother me, what word?I don't understand what you are talking about.

But now after drinking this cup of "full-hearted" tea that Zhu Weirui personally made, the two of them are considered to be friends, and you have to answer if you ask me, and you can no longer hide it... A woman's abacus.

On the surface, he earned a lot of face in front of the willful students, but there is no free dinner in the world, let alone the most unbearable beauty, think about how he was killed by a stupid but "smart" It's really the little fox demon's fault... Although the Mr. Zhu in front of me probably doesn't mean that, but it's still an unbearable "beauty's favor".

Zhao Rong's teeth itched slightly, why did he feel that he was at a disadvantage if he drank it.

While Zhao Rong was hesitating, the corners of Zhu Weirui's raised mouth gradually flattened, and her eyes lowered slightly. In the starry eyes, there seemed to be a kind of clever brilliance that was gradually dimming and was about to go out. But at this moment, the person in front of her The indifferent man suddenly spoke up.

"Cough cough."

Zhao Rong coughed lightly twice.

Zhu Weirui looked up in surprise.

Zhao Rong looked left and right sideways, and then turned his eyes back to her, staring at her, and blinked.

Zhu Weirui paused for a moment, raised her eyelids, raised the corners of her mouth, and nodded slightly.

The next moment, she stretched out a green onion finger, dipped it in the clean water beside her, and immediately wrote something on Zhao Rong's desk.

Suddenly, Zhu Weirui retracted her fingers, stopped writing, turned her head without looking at the heads around her, and said with a smile to Zhao Rong:

"Ziyu, everyone can't hear. Hey, tell them to practice calligraphy seriously, or prick up their ears to eavesdrop... But if you have something to say now, you can speak with confidence now."

Zhao Rong glanced at Yu Huaijin behind her. This old-fashioned and boring guy kept staring at him, which made Zhao Rong a little nervous.

Zhu Weirui turned her head to look at the close disciple behind her, and said softly: "Well, except for the mystery, don't worry about Ziyu, she will be fine."

Yu Huaijin withdrew her gaze from looking at Zhao Rong. She stood behind Zhu Weirui with her hands raised, her eyes downcast, and she remained silent.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, looking at Yu Huaijin who suddenly became obedient, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Okay, that's very good."

In the open space at this moment, after looking at the students for a while, they found that both Zhu Weirui and Zhao Rong moved their lips slightly, but no sound came from them. Can't hear anything, but many people still look sideways at Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui from time to time, the key is still curious about the cup of tea.

Zhao Rong raised the teacup in his hand, put it next to his nose, and sniffed it, but he still didn't drink it, but twirled it in his hand. He raised his eyes, looked at Zhu Weirui, and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhu, I was on the road just now. Look at me, don't I look like a fool."

"Huh?" Zhu Weirui didn't expect him to ask this question.

But she didn't know what she thought of, she pursed her lips and smiled, and looked at Zhao Rong unblinkingly with her willow-leaf eyes, "Where is it? Hanging gallbladder, lip smeared with fat, and a long body standing tall, with a jade tree facing the wind, in my opinion, there is also a need to treat each other with sincerity, simplicity and honesty, what a fool."

She shook her head with affirmative eyes, her expression serious.

Zhao Rong turned the right hand of the teacup for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he glared at her.

"Push."

Zhu Weirui narrowed her eyes slightly, her brows were joyful.

Chapter 254 Mr. Zhu

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glanced at Zhu Weirui's smiling face.

The beautiful and elegant willow-leaf eyes, the upturned corners of the mouth like orchid petals, an indescribable orchid temperament, as long as you get close to her, the fragrance of orchid will always linger on the tip of your nose.

In Zhao Rong's previous life, he firmly believed that men and women are no different for a long time. He has always maintained a skeptical attitude towards "women are made of water", thinking that men and women are both made of "cement". Desirable blemishes, no matter how they are retouched.

It's just that Zhao Rong at this moment wants to say "really fragrant", in various senses.

The Mr. Zhu in front of him really looks like it is made of water, soft and perfect, and by the way, a little orchid is added, um, it is like the cup of orchid that Zhao Rong is pinching in his hand now For green tea, just by looking at it and smelling it, you can taste her just right taste, neither light nor strong, like a plum blossom to quench your thirst. Orchid tea is clear and clear, and the tea mist is warm, moist and sweet, and it is very hand-warming.

People can't help but want to take a sip.

The ones who gave Zhao Rong the same senses, Qingjun and Xiaoxiao in his heart, and some mountain fairies he had seen in Taiqing Mansion.

Probably because of their practice, they look spotless and flawless at first glance, just like they are made of water.

Zhao Rong tilted his head and looked away from Zhu Weirui's face. He changed the red sandalwood teacup he was holding in his right hand to the other, and looked at the writing on the table just now with Zhu Weirui's jade fingers dipped in water.

I saw lower case characters.

'The words of a square inch have their own world. '

The font is elegant and charming, which is a typical calligraphic style of the Post School, and it is also true that there is probably no Monument School in this world.

For a moment, Zhao Rong's eyes froze.

Zhu Weirui, who had been paying attention to him all the time, saw this scene, and his eyes immediately cleared up.

She pursed her lips and stared at Zhao Rong's side face, and the words she had just written in his eyes.

His eyes moved back and forth, seeming a little cautious.

Zhu Weirui's waist and slender shoulders became more dignified and straight. She clenched her sleeves with both hands, her breathing became lighter, and she remained silent.

Yu Huaijin on the side just raised his eyes at this moment, and together with the students outside this small world who could only see the picture but not hear the sound, they saw this seemingly familiar scene.

Yu Huaijin opened her mouth slightly, a little astonished, because Mr. Zhu in front of him was like a student who handed in his homework to the teacher and waited for him to correct it. Vaguely looking forward to.

This scene, Yu Huaijin is very familiar with the students of the Willful Hall in the open space, aren't they the same as before...

In fact, Zhu Weirui didn't notice the change in herself, because all her mind was focused on that person at the moment, her movements and demeanor were involuntary, and she didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

There is no before and after in learning, and those who have achieved it are teachers.

Besides, calligraphy is extremely declining, and it is almost unprecedented in her position, and it is extremely difficult to find other things to learn from, so I can only go forward alone in the long night, groping carefully step by step, but At this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly appeared, like a traveler who was going forward in the middle of the night, and suddenly saw a fellow traveler who had traveled farther than her in the distance, and was still lighting a dazzling lamp, which made Zhu Weirui embarrassing herself .

This is why she reacted so strongly when she saw Zhao Rong's words on the couplets.

After waiting for a while, Zhu Weirui looked at Zhao Rong's expression, and couldn't help but speak, with a slightly timid tone.

"Mr. Zhao... How about the little girl's words."

Yu Huaijin, who was behind her, heard the words, her eyelids twitched, and she couldn't help but look at the teacher. She opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Zhao Rong stared at the beautiful characters on the table, frowning suddenly.

Zhu Weirui shaved her shoulders and shivered slightly, she bit her lip and fell silent, but her pretty eyebrows were tightly gathered together.

The woman in the Confucian shirt stared at her own handwriting without blinking, with a serious expression.

"The handwriting is already very good." Zhao Rong frowned and looked at her, "It's just..."

Zhu Weirui was taken aback for a moment, and said anxiously, "My lord, what is it?"

Zhao Rong was helpless, "It's just that sir, can you stop calling me that, I am a student of Mochi, and you are Mr. Academy. I can't bear the word 'gongzi'."

Yu Huaijin had already closed her mouth, she glanced at Zhao Rong.

Zhu Weirui breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and then she blinked, a smile was written on the corner of her lips, and she nodded slightly, "Okay, but we are formally acquainted today, and we need to stipulate a name."

Zhao Rong propped his arms on the table, continued to pick up the Zihao pen, played with it in his hand, and thought for a while, "Yes, as long as you don't call me son again."

Zhu Weirui narrowed her eyes and said, "What is Ziyu's name outside the academy?"

"A single character is a Rong, and a pen is a Rong."

Zhu Weirui nodded, and said, "Rong...Zhao Rong, Ziyu, Rong, Bing Ge, Yu, beautiful jade, turning arms into jade, good name."

Zhao Rong smiled, "Mr. Zhu, what about you?"

Zhu Weirui opened her mouth, closed it suddenly, and said with the same smile, "Ziyu, guess."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, "Mr. Zhu's surname is Zhu, and the character is Weirui. The word Weirui means lush vegetation and drooping orchids. Most of the characters given by the elders are the opposite of the name and the word. Then, sir, the meaning of your name It is probably the opposite of 'Wei Rui', and this is a suitable name for women, and it should not be too cumbersome, it should be easy to pronounce..."

When he got here, he paused for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "The scope is too large, and it is generally too difficult to guess, but... I am watching Mr. Feng's demeanor, and I have a relationship with orchids, so let's guess for now. The name of Mr. , has the word 'quiet' or 'quiet', or is it actually 'quiet' or 'quiet'?"

When the words fell, Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Weirui curiously, waiting for her answer, but the latter smiled and looked at him without saying a word, but the smile seemed to be wider than before.

Zhu Weirui nodded and shook her head lightly.

Zhao Rong stopped playing with the pen in his hand, looked at her with bright eyes, and became interested, "Mr. Zhu, don't try to be tricky, is it right or not?"

Zhu Weirui's face was full of smiles, she held her hands in front of her belly, and glanced at Zhao Rong holding them in her hands. She hadn't drunk the orchid tea yet, and the white smoke from it had gradually diminished.

Zhao Rong understood, raised his glass immediately, lowered his head and took a sip.

The tip of the tongue is slightly sweet, and the taste is clear. In an instant, this warm and sweet tea seeps from the tip of the tongue to the throat, like a flame being pulled out, warming the throat and stomach.

He took a deep breath, only to feel the fragrance still lingering on his teeth and cheeks.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but tilt his head up again and drank it down in one gulp. Afterwards, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, feeling extraordinarily refreshed.

Zhu Weirui squinted her eyes and nodded, reached out to take the teacup, lifted the pot and poured another cup of misty green tea and handed it over.

Zhao Rong took the hot tea and did not thank him politely. For some reason, he felt indescribably refreshed just after drinking a cup of tea.

Zhao Rong fixed his eyes on the second cup of hot tea in his hand, which contained well water from Zhengguan Well.

At this time, although he didn't look up, he could feel the straight eyes of the students in the Willful Hall from the corner of his eye.

It should be a psychological effect, Zhao Rong pulled the corner of his mouth.

After hearing Zhao Rong's conjecture about the teacher's name, Yu Huaijin, who had been looking down quietly all this time, couldn't help but glance at him sideways, her gaze was unspeakable, and this change in gaze had gradually begun since Zhu Weirui took her seat here just now. It's like... getting to know each other again.

And after seeing Zhao Rong and her husband talking and laughing in such a natural and tacit understanding at this moment, Yu Huaijin's eyes became more complicated.

Zhao Rong took another sip of tea and looked up, "Mr. Zhu won't drink?"

Zhu Weirui shook the teapot, thought for a while, and poured a cup for herself.

Since she got the well water from the Zhengguan well, she has never tasted it. If she didn't want to increase the enthusiasm of everyone in the candid hall today, especially this guy who seems to have no desires, Zhu Weirui probably would have taken this well. The water is forgotten, but at present, it is still useless to use this well water to make a lottery. There is no word from Zhao Rong's "fool" that makes her feel convincing, so she has no choice but to do it herself. Feeding a tiger...

Zhu Weirui smiled, shook the teapot again, and put away the empty teapot and the empty bamboo tube together.

"Mr. Zhu hasn't told me the answer yet."

The woman in the Confucian shirt held up the teacup gracefully. In the dense tea mist, she took a sip of her red lips, raised her head warmly, narrowed her eyes, and said in a crisp and warm voice:

"You Rong, the little girl's surname is Zhu, and her name is You Rong."

Zhao Rong murmured, "Yourong...Zhu Yourong, the word is luxuriant, the orchids are in full bloom, this is luxuriant, but it is isolated and empty, and the elegant appearance is lonely and unappreciated. This is Yourong, a good name."

Zhu Weirui smiled and lowered her head.

Seeing this scene, Yu Huaijin frowned.

Zhao Rong was looking at the girl's boudoir's name, but his expression suddenly froze. He didn't know what he thought of, and he couldn't help but look at Zhu Weirui and her...the chests that were burying their heads.

"That cough cough..."

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, quickly retracted his eyes without looking at evil, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and swallowed down the question that he wanted to ask Zhu Yourong if he had a sister named Xuan Ran.

Zhu Weirui noticed something, looked at Zhao Rong strangely, and asked in doubt: "Ziyu, my name is You Rong, but what's wrong?"

Zhao Rong shook his head like a rattle, "It's not wrong, it's a good name that suits you, sir, Zhu Yourong, Zhu Yourong, cough cough."

Zhu Weirui smiled embarrassedly when she heard the words, "Thank you Ziyu."

Zhao Rong nodded, but his eyes were still a little uncontrollable, and he couldn't help but take a glance.

He gasped slightly. He hadn't noticed it when we got along with him before, but now he saw it, and he was a little bit awakened. This Mr. Zhu was wearing a loose goose-yellow Confucian shirt. It was the normal ups and downs like the green hills on the other side of Lidu at this time, and it was almost the same as that of the little girl.

However, one thing to understand is that the current Mr. Zhu, like Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyou, Xiao Hongyu and other female students, wears hair and crowns and wears men's clothes. Tightly corseted.

So... But Zhao Rong held back and didn't look at it. He stared at the desk, Zhu Weirui wrote in ordinary clear water, and the eight characters that were about to dry up were slightly lost in thought.

From this point of view, Mr. Zhu's scale is already the largest among the women he has ever seen in the academy.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and muttered something, raised his teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.

Zhu Weirui always felt that the man in front of him spoke a little strangely, but he couldn't tell why it was so strange. Did Ziyu like my name?