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The footsteps inside the door were hurried.

Jingzi's voice came, "Yes, yes, wait a minute."

"OK, all right."

Zhao Rong waited quietly.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this class was like a stick of incense.

Jing Zi has been playing Tai Chi with him inside the door, but she has not opened the door for a long time.

He said that he had just finished digging the soil, so he had to wash his hands and open the door immediately.

The door will open soon, sooner sooner.

Why, I fell down and told him not to worry, but his hands were dirty again, so he had to wash them again...

Zhao Rong's waiting outside the door was moldy.

They all wondered if Zhu Yourong was in a "bold and unrestrained" life, and she didn't have a corset, and this girl was trying to buy her time to corset her...

However, until he waited for the footsteps of a pair of master and servant.

"Brother Zhao."

Yu Huaijin's calm voice came from behind.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, he understood something.

next second.

Squeak——

The courtyard door was suddenly pushed open with a small gap, and a small head wearing a blue book beanie poked out of the gap, quietly looking outside.

"Sister Yu, sister Bifang."

Jingzi breathed a sigh of relief as if seeing a savior.

However, she noticed someone's speechless eyes, quickly put away her expression, pushed open the door completely, clapped her little hands, and said seriously:

"Well, I'm done washing."

Good guy, be careful not to stick to it.

Zhao Rong's head was full of black lines.

Chapter 315 You Rong Gives Words

Zhao Rong has a dark face.

It's not that they don't understand what Jingzi and Yu Huaijin did.

One of them is Zhu Yourong's disciple who entered the room, and the other is a personal school boy.

There is nothing wrong with guarding my husband as tightly as a chest cloth.

just.

What about trust between people?

Zhao Rong felt offended.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the door, silently looking at Jing Zi who had nothing happened, Yu Huaijin with a stern face, and a maid named Bi Fang who was secretly looking at him with big eyes.

If you want to guard against it, you can't guard against it in a concealed way, so as to save face.

Just like this, let me wait in the cold wind outside, doubting my life.

Jingzi seemed to have noticed something.

After looking around, she pouted and said, "Well, what a coincidence, why are you all here today? Isn't it the day when we agreed to come over for tea?"

Yu Luo, the girl in blue who came to rescue the soldiers, glanced at Zhao Rong.

The same is true for Yu Huaijin and Bifang, looking at Zhao Rong.

Face three pairs of big eyes that are either curious, calm, or wrong.

Zhao Rong twitched his mouth, walked straight into the door without saying a word.

He didn't want to answer the question at all.

You really don't know why we're all here, didn't you call Yu Huaijin and the others over?

Yu Huaijin led Bifang to follow.

Jing Zi looked at Zhao Rong's back, stuck out her tongue, closed the door hastily, and continued to follow in a bouncing manner.

On the way to Lanxuan's study.

"Brother Fish is very interested"

Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, complained.

Yu Huaijin raised her hand, but did not answer, but said, "Why did you come early today?"

Jing Zi nodded vigorously, and looked at Zhao Rong with a little vigilance.

It's not yet the day agreed after Zhao Rong drank tea last time.

Want to attack suddenly and get rid of Sister Yu?

Hmph, fortunately, I'm unparalleled, and I have a way to send a message to Sister Yu...

Jing Zi patted Zhu Yourong's small breasts, which saved fabric.

Hearing this, Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Thanks to Brother Yu, if I don't come again, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

Yu Huaijin pursed her lips and remained silent.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head and met Bifang's sideways gaze.

He thought for a while, then smiled with white teeth, "Good morning, have you eaten yet?"

Bifang smiled happily, looked Zhao Rong up and down, and shook her head seriously.

Then she took a peek at Yu Huaijin who was calm.

Zhao Rong glanced at Bifang's frail body and Yu Huaijin's thin body.

He shook his head slightly.

Jingzi said, Zhu Yourong was writing in Lanxuan as usual.

Not long after, a group of four came to Lan Xuan's study.

Zhu Yourong wore a relatively close-fitting pure white Confucian shirt today, which made her elegant temperament even more elegant.

When everyone arrived, she was standing pretty by the window, leaning against the window sill, quietly watering the flowers.

The side face is fair and delicate, just like the people in the painting, with a focused expression at the moment.

The cloud temples are like an inverted waterfall, soft and lustrous.

The Confucian shirt woman in front of the window is demure and dignified.

She was not surprised by the arrival of Zhao Rong and others.

The laughter is flat and the manners are polite.

Zhao Rong explained, and then asked her worriedly, if the well water is ready for today's early arrival.

Zhu Yourong nodded slightly, only saying that he came just in time, she just got it this morning.

Zhao Rong has always been curious about the well water channel of this elegant Confucian woman in front of him.

It's just that she asked about it twice, but she didn't elaborate, she only said that it was a method that couldn't be taught, and it was useless to talk to him.

Zhao Rong also gave up.

At this time, he exhorted again.

"I can get so much well water from you, Mr. Zhu, and I am already very satisfied. If it is very difficult for you to obtain well water, don't force it. I have wronged you."

Zhu Yourong shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just...wasting some time."

Seeing this, Jing Zi on the side hesitated to speak, and looked at Zhao Rong with a little resentment.

Not long after, Zhao Rong drank the seventh cup of Zhengguan well water.

Refreshed.

As usual, he took this opportunity to stay in Lanxuan's study for a while, to check Zhu Yourong's progress in learning the word 'Yong', and give some pointers by the way.

At the desk, Zhao Rong studied Zhu Yourong's ink and watched her write.

The distance between the two, spontaneously controlled just right,

Not far or near.

Inside the house, Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and Bifang were all there.

Zhao Rong looked up at the elegant woman who was writing quietly in front of her.

Ever since he ran into the scenery he shouldn't have seen outside the west window that day, the two of them had a little bold heart-to-heart talk.

These days, because Yu Huaijin and the others were present every time they met,

The two of them were not as comfortable as they were in private.

It's just... Maybe this is also the situation where she deliberately acquiesced.

Control distance.

Well, so does he.

Zhao Rong laughed heartily, and then glanced at Zhu Yourong's gentle profile, ready to look away.

Just the next second, he was slightly stunned.

Because at this moment, Zhao Rong was leaning sideways, with one hand on the desk and the other hanging freely by his side.

At this time, his sleeve was gently pulled by someone.

Before Zhao Rong could react, Zhu Yourong, who was writing quietly, had already spoken.

"I heard that Meng Zhengjun is back."

Her voice was soft and soft, but she had already attracted the attention of everyone in the study.

Not far away, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi looked at her one after another.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sleeves that were still being tugged at the bottom, and nodded in response with his usual expression, "Yes."

Zhu Yourong was writing with one hand, and the other hand was also hanging down, which was blocked by the desk.

At this time, she smiled slightly, "I heard...she is making things difficult for you."

Zhao Rong was noncommittal.

Zhu Yourong's hands paused slightly, and her jade lips parted slightly, "I also heard that Meng Zhengjun's etiquette assessment seems to be sending students to leave the academy?"

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and admired the words, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Where did you hear that there are so many... the truth.

"Well, tomorrow is the deadline, it should be finalized and announced."

With a demure and gentle expression, Zhu Yourong continued to bow her head, writing with one hand and drooping the other.

She seemed to be just a little concerned, and then she had nothing to say.

Not far away, Yu Huaijin and Jing Zi saw that it was just a normal teacher-student conversation and nothing unusual happened, so they slightly turned their attention away.

Zhu Yourong looked down at the rice paper on the table, and suddenly ordered: "Ziyu open your hand and hold the paper for me."

Yu Huaijin and Jing Zi subconsciously glanced at the two people who were communicating normally in front of the desk, and without thinking much, they looked away again.

But the sentence just now, in Zhao Rong's ears, has another meaning...

"Okay, sir."

Zhao Rong nodded in response, the hand that was originally supporting the table stretched out and opened.

Help Zhu Yourong press and fix the paper manuscript he was writing.