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"It turns out that I hurried down the mountain to Dali to rescue you that day...you remembered everything in your heart."

"It turned out that when I turned around at the Huangling Waterfall that day, you understood my intentions."

"It turns out that not long ago you said you would no longer come to drink tea, but you retained the teaching assistant position... it is a hint of restraint and veil."

In the lobby where "Fu from the Gods" was chanted, Zhu Yourong was in a daze.

"It turns out that when we are together, you are as happy as I am; but when you turn around and leave, you are sad... It turns out that you just dare not draw me. In fact, my figure is so beautiful in your eyes. Beautiful...it turns out that you have been pretending to be stupid...pretending that you don't like me."

On this day, near noon, there was a female gentleman whose heart was pounding, and she was suddenly happy and then happy.

……

"No more writing? Why?"

In the slow autumn wind, Zhao Rong asked confusedly.

"no reason."

The female gentleman in front who was hugging the book and bowing her head suddenly turned around, rolled up the book, and tapped Zhao Rong's elm head with it. Just don’t write any more.”

Seeing the somewhat surprised look on Zhao Rong's face, the guess in her heart was confirmed once again, Zhu Yourong was a little satisfied and secretly delighted, and then she added with a serious expression: "Unless."

"Unless what?" Zhao Rong asked curiously, not aware of the misunderstanding.

Zhu Yourong glanced at him, looked sideways at the roadside bouquet, and said in a low voice, "Unless after you leave the academy next year..."

"After leaving the academy..." Zhao Rong frowned and murmured softly, then he said seriously to Zhu Yourong, whose face was flushed slightly: "Why can't you write at the student stage?"

"What do you think?" Zhu Yourong stared slightly annoyed.

"What do you want me to say? It's just a piece of prose, not to mention it's really something I wrote out of my feelings. Could it be that this type of prose is not suitable for gentlemen to read?" Zhao Rong looked puzzled.

"You still say!" Zhu Yourong couldn't help but knocked the head of this bastard who was pretending to be stupid.

Zhao Rong shrank back, but it was no accident that he did not escape the chestnut of a half-step Yuanying girl, scratched his head, and asked persistently:

"But this time the poetry and prose assessment is clearly given the title of 'From passion to ceremony', why should I write like this?"

A certain person's tone was still righteous, and Zhu Yourong couldn't help but look at his extremely serious expression a few more times:

Pretending to be quite decent... Sigh, why are men like this, old and young, is face so important?Prudence every day... Really... When you die, your whole body is soft, but your mouth is hard...

She was angry and funny in her heart, but Zhu Yourong didn't express anything on her face.

She looked at Zhao Rong seriously for a while with her willow eyes, and at a certain moment, she nodded, and then said "very considerately":

"Oh, by chance, I read this "Fu from the Gods" at Jingchentang, so, so, you did meet a goddess in Dali that made you yearn for?"

"Exactly. But, cough, it's actually a bit of artistic processing..." Zhao Rong spread his hands.

"Oh, really." Zhu Yourong turned her back and continued to walk forward with the book in her arms, but Zhao Rong couldn't see her expression.

He stood in the same place and bowed his head in thought for a while, then raised his head suddenly, swayed the book bag in his hand and changed his shoulder, followed quickly, and when the two of them were almost walking side by side, Zhao Rong suddenly said: "I won't write this kind of article next time." endowed."

"Oh."

"Before becoming a scholar." Zhao Rong added.

"That's good."

"The influence of this prose is indeed somewhat beyond my imagination. It is really not good to write this at the student stage." He nodded in approval.

"Ah."

Zhao Rong couldn't help sighing with his forehead:

"Hey, am I being too showy like this, I want to suppress the scholars and senior brothers, this is not good, it is too high-profile... I have a deep understanding these days, the wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it In short, when you do something at any time, if you exceed half a step, you are a genius, if you exceed one step, you are a monster, and you will be beaten to death with a random stick..."

Zhu Yourong glanced at the man next to him. With the serious expression and excuses of the latter, it took her 30 years of profound skill to hold back the laughter, so she also nodded solemnly:

"Hmm." You say yes.

"Well, thank you for reminding me." Zhao Rong turned to look at her and said sincerely.

"you are welcome."

Zhao Rong insisted, "Thank you not only for this reminder, but also for the batch of well water last time... last time."

Zhu Yourong's slender eyebrows slightly raised, but quickly fell down, intentionally revealing a puzzled expression, turned around and asked, "What well water?"

"It's... from Old Jijiu's place." Someone said a little embarrassedly.

"What old sacrificial wine? What last time? I don't understand what you're talking about." Zhu Yourong raised his chin and looked ahead.

"It's the Zhengguan well water that Lao Jijiu gave me, didn't you give it to him..."

"What are you talking about? I'm a calligraphy master on the edge of the academy, how can there be so many well-known officials?" Zhu Yourong imitated Zhao Rong just now, and said to him solemnly: "Let's not talk about... giving it away for nothing. You, why should I give it to you for nothing? Hasn’t the agreement between us been cancelled? Don’t be sentimental.”

"I……"

"You what?" She nodded her chin with a slender index finger, and suddenly turned her head, "Or...are you trying to prostitute for nothing?"

"..." Zhao Rong.

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Chapter 7 Zhu Yourong: You are also a bold guy

Zhao Rong really wanted to ask Zhu Yourong where he learned these words like 'whoring for nothing', if he didn't learn them well, but then he thought, he seemed to have learned them from him, so he had no choice but to swallow the words.

"I... I didn't pretend to be affectionate."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at Zhu Yourong's expression, and added, "I don't want to go whoring for nothing."

"Then what do you want?" Zhu Yourong looked at the setting sun.

"I just want to make things clear."

"Then ask."

Zhao Rong had no choice but to repeat: "The batch of Zhengguan well water that Lao Jijiu gave me is really not yours?"

Zhu Yourong shook his head, "No."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "But..."

"However." Zhu Yourong interjected, "If you think it's me who wants to thank me, it's okay. Mr. Ben has already heard about Ziyu's gift of a rich boy, so I'll go whoring for nothing."

"..."

Zhao Rong was speechless... Did she admit it or not?Please, can you pretend to be a little bit like it.

He suddenly felt very tired talking to Zhu Yourong today, he always felt that there was something in her words, something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Before Zhao Rong could think about it, Zhu Yourong smiled, "So how can you thank me?"

Zhao Rong recited without thinking: "Study hard, improve every day, live up to Mr. Zhu's painstaking cultivation, and I will definitely repay you in the future..."

It was a polite remark in passing, but Zhao Rong never thought that not only he felt that there was something in Zhu Yourong's words, but also that Zhu Yourong, like him, felt that there was something hidden in his words.

"Oh."

The female gentleman stepped forward, not daring to turn back. If she was more careful, she could faintly hear her voice quivering, "How do you want to repay him well?"

"Ah." Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, his face became more serious, and he chose his words carefully: "I will be my teacher for a long time, and in the future, of course, I must... honor my teacher well."

The ears of the woman in front turned redder, her white teeth and red lips trembled even more, "Then what are you going to do with 'every day'?"

When asked about this, Mr. Zhao answered eloquently, "It's a little planned, maybe a little bold... But I won't hide it from you. The goal is to go in three steps. First, win the championship in the academy, then try to promote Haoran, and finally Attack the much-anticipated reading seed in the mouths of classmates and seniors..."

Talking so far, Zhao Rong was a little emotional, "I have already won the first place in the academy once, and the stage goal has been completed, and the next step is the second stage goal. I practiced late, but I am hard-pressed, and I still want to fight for the first touch. It's in awe-inspiring environment!"

Zhao Rong raised his head and looked forward to the heroic words he had promised Qingjun for a while. After waiting for a while, but he didn't see any reply or encouragement from the woman in front of him, he turned his head and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Zhu?"

how do you feelYou are also a bold guy... The woman took a deep breath.

"It's really bold." She echoed in a low voice.

"That's right, I also think I'm a bit courageous and ambitious, and that's what Qingjun said when he found out." Zhao Rong was a little emotional.

"What? You talked to Lingfei sister?" Zhu Yourong almost turned around and stared.

"Er, yes, I was the first to tell her about this idea, and I didn't hide it from her."

"Then what was her reaction!" Zhu Yourong asked without looking back.

"She is supportive."

"Really...really?"

"Concubine Ling is very virtuous, and she supports and encourages me in almost everything I do." Zhao Rong sighed, "If you get a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?"

Zhu Yourong was also moved, turned around, and said seriously: "We have to treat her well in the future! We must not let her down!"

"Of course." Zhao Rong nodded his head halfway, suddenly startled, "Us?"

Zhu Yourong glanced at this villain who was always pretending to be stupid, and nodded seriously, "Oh, it's you."

Zhao Rong had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but Zhu Yourong didn't wait for him to think about it, he had already turned around, and then the lowered voice continued:

"Sister Lingfei should know what you will do after you become the seed of study, right?" Happiness came too fast, and she was still a little worried.

"I know." Zhao Rong nodded.

Afterwards, he and Zhu Yourong whispered two words in tacit understanding: "Appreciate teacher."

This is a real class leap realized in the Confucian school. From the formal entry of ordinary students, they are given jade and become Confucian scholars. The most important thing is to obtain a teacher's biography from the teacher. Dao Qing's extremely noble cultural heritage and incense, this is not only a label in Confucianism, but also a certain amulet and an advancement stone for Kangzhuang Avenue...

It should be known that there are five supreme ethics in Confucianism. The relationship between heaven and earth, monarch, parent and teacher, and teacher and disciple is second only to parents. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are reborn parents.

Of course, Zhao Rong is not trying to find an "old father" for himself, what he values ​​is the status transition brought about by the title of the seed of reading among the scholars of the academy, which can make some senior brothers and brothers of Qingjun in the four palaces of the Taiqing shut up , Apprenticeship is just a 'means', not a 'purpose', so I already have a rough candidate for apprenticeship in my heart, and I don't want to bother, but at this time, a certain cheap senior sister also thinks that he is 'knowledge', and is thinking like a deer for a while He bumped around and didn't speak.

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

Hearing his assurance, the female gentleman lowered her eyebrows, "Well, it's good to know."

Afterwards, the two who thought that the head and the horse tail were irrelevant fell silent, and continued to walk one after the other, not opening their mouths in a 'tacit agreement'.

One was waiting for the other to talk about something serious, and they had just chatted a lot of gossip, and they hadn't said why they called him here.

And the other person has already finished asking questions about business matters, and got answers and actions that she could not have imagined before. Her heart seems to be covered with honey, she holds a book gracefully, smiles brightly, returns with a full load, and is enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of walking with him .

The two of them walked all the way to the gate of Yilanxuan, and a small head with a blue book hat on a wall a hundred meters away shrank back.

Zhu Yourong held the book in one hand and held the hem of the skirt in the other, took the lead to step up three steps, lightly jumped into the vacant door, turned around quickly, threw the book in his arms into the chest of the man who was braking suddenly in front of the door, and stared fiercely. He glanced at the 'handsome junior brother who sticks to people', "Okay, don't follow me in anymore, you go back!"

After finishing speaking, "Bang!", the door closed.

Zhao Rong, who was rejected from the door, kept his upper body leaning back just now, holding the forcibly stuffed scroll in both hands, he stared at the closed door with wide eyes, and was stunned for a while.

"Did you take gunpowder? So rushed... What is this?"

Zhao Rong lowered his head and flipped through the manuscript that squeezed a certain big-breasted female gentleman's "Future Son's Canteen", and left muttering.

Inside the door, Zhu Yourong held the door behind both hands, leaning against the door, staring at the sunset above with bright starry eyes in a trance, calming down the undulating 'great rivers and mountains' for a while, when he heard the footsteps outside the door going away, She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Calling Mr., but still trying to pretend to be stunned to enter Mr.'s door... and never showing his cards... What a prudish and face-saving guy."

The woman murmured softly for a while, then suddenly burst into a smile, like a rosy sunset.

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Chapter 7 and Nine

Zhao Rong saw two trees on the way back.

One is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree.

They all grow in front of the Zunjing Pavilion.

This Pavilion of Sutras is not far from Zhu Yourong’s Yilanxuan. It is different from the collection of books in the Shushan Bookstore. The pavilion only collects ancient scriptures and classics of the predecessors, and the audience is only Confucianism and Taoism in the academy. , not as bustling as the study building, the visitors coming in and out are scattered, and there are quite a few people in the academy for this kind of attic that focuses on Confucian and Taoist classics.

However, Mr. Yan had recommended it here before, and Zhao Rong had been here a few times, and indeed found several interesting collections of scriptures and essays, which benefited a lot. Now returning from Yilanxuan, I happened to pass by to return the books.

Before Zhao Rong entered the door, he glanced at the two jujube trees outside the pavilion.

When he came to borrow books before, the jujubes were still immature, but now in the harvest season, the jujube trees are full of branches and leaves, and the green shade is towering. The jujubes hanging between the leaves are green and red spots, and the jujubes are the size of eggs. It must be very sweet .

The counter on the first floor of the Zunjing Pavilion was empty, only behind the rows of gray wooden bookshelves, there were three or two figures of scholars scattered, either reading or in a daze. The atmosphere inside the building was as quiet as the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window. Surprisingly, this Scripture Pavilion has a big name, but it is not very popular. There is only one old servant assigned to the sundries department of the academy, who is responsible for daily cleaning and registering books for rent behind the counter.

Just looking at the rows of bookshelves as high as people, Zhao Rong felt melancholy for the wooden ladder under the foot of the old servant, and didn't know who would send the other away first.Of course, it doesn't rule out that they are hidden bosses, sweeping monks and the like, who just want to come here to experience an ordinary life. After all, they are the most powerful librarians in the universe. Who can say for sure?

Zhao Rong took care of the book by himself, and walked to the counter, but he didn't see the tall and thin old servant whom he had met a few times before. It seemed that he had devoted himself to the current fishing business, and he didn't delay for a moment.So Zhao Rong drew a book return form on the table, and after registering, put the stacks neatly, turned and left.