There is a maple forest, and there is an elegant house hidden in the forest.
In the courtyard of Yashe, in front of a stone table, a man and a woman were cooking tea in a spring.
The man is an old man, wearing a green robe, with an old face, but with black hair, combed meticulously.
He picked up the boiling kettle and filled a tea cup seven-quarters full, not a drop more, not a millimeter less. The tea in the cup was just right.
Yan Jidao gently pushed the tea cup with the rising smoke in front of the guest, raised his head and looked directly at the woman across the table. Her arrival surprised him.
Yan Jidao went straight to the point: "Come here, what do you mean?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at the woman in Confucian shirt across the table who was wearing a man's hairpin.
There is an elegant and pleasant fragrance of orchid in the air, which is dim and light.
Yan Jidao knew something about this. Although he had little contact with her, he had long heard that this female gentleman with a special status who had just arrived at the academy loved orchids and calligraphy very much.
Seeing that Zhu Weirui looked hesitant, he frowned and asked:
"But what happened in the academy? Or do you have any teaching questions that you would like to ask Lao Chan? I heard that you are teaching the new generation of students as an art teacher. Although Lao Chan has not taught new students in the past few years,
, but there are some art teachers’ experiences that I can share with you.”
Zhu Weirui, who was staring at the teacup, shook her head when she heard this, then glanced at the teacup handed to her by Yan Jidao on the table. She raised her head and apologized: "I'm sorry, Senior Yan, please wait a moment."
After saying this, Zhu Weirui flicked a jade pendant around her waist with her fingers, took out a white porcelain teacup from this sumeru object, and placed it on the table.
She smiled sheepishly at Yan Jidao, waved her sleeves, and drew a stream of clear water from the spring on the side. She washed the teacup she took out again, then reached out to lift the teapot again and poured a cup of tea.
Zhu Weirui elegantly picked up her tea cup, took a sip, then put the cup down and did not drink any more.
The host's tea is good, but her guest doesn't like it.
When Yan Jidao saw this, his brows relaxed and his expression was natural. He didn't express anything. He just thought that the next time he entertained this female gentleman, he would not need to prepare the utensils for her.
Zhu Weirui sat upright in front of the table with her back straight, her eyes clear and she said, "I came here today to disturb you, and I hope Senior Yan will forgive me."
Yan Jidao shook his head, "It doesn't matter, I'm lucky enough to get to know Mr. Youlan, who has been a hot topic in our academy recently."
"Senior Yan, don't make fun of me anymore." Upon hearing this nickname, Zhu Weirui smiled softly and didn't pay attention. She immediately said with a serious look: "Weirui came here this time and wanted to take the liberty to ask. Senior Yan brought his disciples here.
I’m giving lectures in Taiqing Mansion, and the one-month period has come, why haven’t I changed my shift and gone back to my home?”
Yan Jidao was slightly stunned and said truthfully:
"Brother Cheng, who succeeded Lao Chan, has something to do. He took his students on a study tour and has not returned, so I will stay for a few more days. According to his letter, I will be able to return to the academy in three days, and then I can replace Lao Chan."
"Three days..." Zhu Weirui breathed a sigh of relief, "I understand, thank you Senior Yan."
Yan Jidao frowned slightly, observed Zhu Weirui's expression for a while, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke in a confused tone, "Why are you asking about this?"
Zhu Weirui lowered her head slightly, stared at the white mist-emitting tea cup for a while, then opened her red lips and asked, "Senior Yan has a new student named... Zhao Ziyu?"
"Zhao Ziyu..." Yan Jidao started to read, and then he remembered that this was the scholar recommended to him by his senior brother who was in Dachu not long ago. He had looked at it casually before, and didn't see any big problems, so he asked Li Jinshu to take him to deal with it.
After the admission procedures, I no longer paid attention to him.
However, Yan Jidao had some impression that he came with him to the Four Prefectures of Taiqing to give lectures. He had seen it before when he was in class...
Yan Jidao's eyes narrowed and he said calmly: "I have many disciples, please let me think about it... By the way, why are you looking for this Zhao Ziyu? But... what disrespectful thing did he do to you?"
As he said that, Yan Jidao suddenly remembered what his eldest apprentice Li Jinshu had mentioned to him not long ago: the younger junior brother had some disputes with Mr. Zhu's little book boy Jingzi. Jingzi said that the younger junior brother was a disciple, but after listening to the younger junior brother's explanation,
It must be a misunderstanding.
Yan Jidao's brows suddenly furrowed. He had repeatedly told Li Jinshu to keep a close eye on these juniors just in case, so that they would not cause trouble in the Four Prefectures of Taiqing and bring shame to the academy.
The result is good now. There is no shame outside, but there is a big trouble inside Linlu Academy.
Did this Zhao Ziyu write some messy letter to Zhu Weirui, just like the book boy Jingzi said, he was as dissolute in his words and deeds?
In just a moment, Yan Jidao's thoughts had reached thousands of miles.
He raised his eyes and saw that Zhu Weirui was staring at the tea cup, her eyes seemed to be hesitant and flickering.
Yan Jidao pursed his lips.
Simply outrageous!
Putting aside his level of cultivation, this Mr. Zhu is the first-class Confucian scholar, and he is also your teacher!
Do you write her something romantic?
It's fine now. We are waiting for us to return to the academy. We are probably going to file a lawsuit with the mountain chief. How can you protect me, senior brother, if you want me to help you?
Thinking of this, the old man's eyes were as sharp as a sharp edge.
It's no wonder that Yan Jidao thought this way. A student from the mountain who had just entered the academy through the back door was suddenly visited by a female academy gentleman with a special status and asked by name when he would return to the academy.
Just like Zhao Rong in his previous life, a country student who had just entered the university through the back door was personally named by the school's young and beautiful female professor who had returned from overseas.
In this case... could it be that I hope you can go back and ask for advice?
Seeing Zhu Weirui hesitate to speak, Yan Jidao put down the tea cup in his hand and prepared to ask more details to see if there was any room for maneuver.
However, at this moment, Zhu Weirui suddenly raised his head and spoke.
"No, Zhao Ziyu... Mr. Zhao is not rude."
On that day, after learning that those words were written by Zhao Ziyu, Zhu Weirui originally wanted to go directly to the Fourth Palace of Taiqing to find him, but after thinking about it carefully, she still didn't go immediately, not just because of the woman's reserve.
She just came to Linlu Academy not long ago, and now she is serving as the calligraphy teacher for new students. There are many classes these days, and Zhu Weirui thought that Zhao Ziyu is also a new student, and he will always come back to take her calligraphy class after a month, which is just right.
She would take advantage of these days to study his strange and majestic regular script and ask him for advice when she came back.
However, Zhu Weirui had been eagerly looking forward to it, but did not see Zhao Ziyu come back with Yan Jidao within the stipulated time.
So she gradually became impatient and began to worry that something might happen to him, so she took a day off and couldn't help but come to Taiqing Mansion to inquire in person.
At this moment, Zhu Weirui saw something wrong with Yan Jidao's expression, and remembered that what he had just said seemed to be a misunderstanding, so he quickly spoke to clarify.
She continued: "And on the contrary, we were rude to Mr. Zhao. Jingzi had a naughty temper and it was me who failed to discipline him. It was so difficult for Mr. Zhao to be admitted to the hospital that day... It's also my fault. If he had noticed it earlier, he would not have let him go."
These next things will happen.”
Zhu Weirui frowned, a look of self-blame appearing in his eyes.
Yan Jidao was slightly startled, and after digesting these unexpected words for a while, he realized that this was what he thought, and then he asked in a probing tone: "So, you want us to go back earlier, and you want to apologize to Zhao Ziyu?"
Without waiting for Zhu Weirui to answer, he shook his head, smiled, and continued, "No need to go to such trouble. I will call Tzuyu here now. You don't have to blame yourself so much. Just make it clear to him."
After saying this, he was ready to call someone to deliver the message.
Zhu Weirui raised her hand to stop him, "Wait a moment, Senior Yan, please wait a moment. There is no need to disturb Mr. Zhao specifically for this matter. You will be back in a few days. I will take Jingzi with me to formally apologize to him. There is some inconvenience today."
, forget it, but, well, there is one more thing."
Yan Jidao was a little curious, "What's the matter?"
Zhu Weirui reached out and took out a piece of paper placed close to her chest and handed it to Yan Jidao.
"Senior Yan, please give this piece of paper to Mr. Zhao."
Yan Jidao nodded and took it.
Zhu Weirui's eyes were still staring at the paper in his hand, and she remembered Zhao Rong's calligraphy that she had copied, and sighed softly, her tone sincere.
"His calligraphy is so beautiful. There are people in the world who can write such calligraphy... It seems that the path I chose is right. It can really work..."
Yan Jidao, who originally thought that the matter was so simple and was about to end, opened his eyes after hearing this and stared up at Zhu Weirui, feeling shocked.
No wonder he always felt that something was so abnormal about her. It turned out to be related to words... Some of the previous doubts in his heart were suddenly solved.
"Character? What happened to Tzuyu's character?"
Yan Jidao asked in a deep voice.
Zhu Weirui's eyes were bright and piercing, as if there was light, and his expression was serious, "Mr. Zhao's calligraphy is by no means an elixir, it is better than Wei Rui's. Wei Rui secretly thought that she would have a chance to enter Taoism."
Yan Jidao was shocked and blurted out, "Mr. Zhu, can you really become a Taoist in calligraphy?"
Zhu Weirui sat upright with a serious expression, raised her hand and made a fist, holding it in front of her abdomen.
"The road is long and difficult, but the journey is about to end."
Zhao Rong's words made Zhu Weirui vaguely see some possibility that made her heart tremble.
That's about the possibility of Tao.
Why did she give up the Confucianism and Taoism that she had studied all the way and had a bright future?
Isn’t it just to create the seventh art of Confucianism?
Her infatuated calligraphy opened up a path, even if it was a narrow path, at least it rose to the level of "Tao", allowing future generations to see the possibility of walking through it.
Make it a new avenue that all monks from hundreds of schools of thought can take.
Jixia Academy is home to hundreds of schools of thought, gentlemen and sages, and thousands of monks.
Don’t you all believe that words can enter Taoism by themselves? You all say that even the saints who created characters in ancient times were unable to do so. Calligraphy is only worthy of serving as a foil for the words of ancient and modern sages entering Taoism.
Such a little girl is not talented, she dares to be the first in the world, but she has to find a way out!