Chapter two hundred and fortieth heart-to-heart and farewell
"Qingjun, I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Huh..." Zhao Lingfei opened her mouth slightly and gasped.
"Qingjun, it's true."
"What, where do you feel uncomfortable?" Zhao Lingfei lowered her head. The lotus green silk blouse she put on outside her clothes had slipped off her right shoulder. She stretched out her arms and put on her robe again.
"I feel uncomfortable everywhere." Zhao Rong looked sincere.
Zhao Lingfei straightened her clothes for a while, thought about it, raised her head and said seriously: "It's getting colder in autumn, so drink more hot water."
Zhao Rong looked at Zhao Lingfei's peach blossom cheeks intently, nodded in agreement:
"I'm tired of studying at night. Qingjun will give me hot water to drink, otherwise I'll forget again."
Zhao Lingfei tilted her head, stretched out her hand to support her bunted hair, and Qingjing, who was sitting on her hairpin, carefully combed out the few stray strands of black hair that had fallen to Zhao Lingfei's smooth forehead.
At this moment, when Zhao Lingfei heard this, her face tightened and she shook her head, "Aren't you afraid of me kicking you... No way."
Zhao Rong took her hand and said seriously: "If you don't do bad things, really, just pour me some hot water at night to quench my thirst."
Zhao Lingfei didn't understand the "tricks" of this sweetheart husband. She even heard the trap in his words clearly. It wasn't that she didn't know much because of her impure mind, but she suffered too much at the hands of this bad guy.
I am already familiar with his ability to coax people beforehand and explain things afterwards.
Zhao Lingfei answered his words, raised her head slightly, glanced at the sun that had risen to the sky, stood up, took his hand, and walked out of the dilapidated courtyard.
"It's getting late. Let's go back quickly. We promised Senior Yu from your school that she will teach you how to practice the piano in the afternoon."
Without stopping, the two of them left the abandoned yard they accidentally discovered. They continued to step on the crisp fallen leaves, returned the same way, and walked out of the forest.
Seeing that Qingjun didn't fall into the trap, Zhao Rong curled his lips and pointed out the stern-faced "debt collector" Yu Huaijin, "Why are you still on her side? Could it be that we were fighting to cherish each other?"
Okay, okay, I'll leave and you can live with her."
Zhao Lingfei was a little dumbfounded. Why was she so jealous like a child? She even called her a jealous person.
"How can I stand on her side, Brother Rong'er? If I don't think about anything for you, I would almost cut out my heart and hold it in front of your eyes."
Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at Zhao Rong sadly.
At this time, walking among the autumn leaves, the woman with the tear mark stared at Zhao Rong and said:
"In the morning, if I hadn't suddenly seen her restraining you with a ceremony, Concubine Ling would be anxious and afraid that you would be despised and bullied like this by other ordinary people in the academy in the future. I, a woman, would not
To act rashly in this academy with strict etiquette."
She paused and then said: "On the way here, I heard from my senior brother that this Yu Huaijin from Sui Xing Hall where you are is conscientious and conscientious. Although he is a bit strict and old-fashioned in his work, it is still for Sui Xing Hall's consideration.
Since Rong'er brother, you are not proficient in musical arts, and Yu Huaijin just wants to teach you conscientiously, why not take this opportunity to make up for it, as long as her methods are not too harsh."
Zhao Rong felt Qingjun's tight hold on his hand. He raised his head slightly and looked at the blue-white sky through the gaps in the leaves, with the sunlight leaking down on the two of them.
Zhao Rong spoke softly:
"I really don't have much interest in music. Let's not talk about this music. I have never heard much about it. A gentleman never leaves his body and his musical art starts with the piano.
But at a glance, the practice of this piano art is all boring skills, monotonous fingering, rigid and cumbersome, which is more boring than the strict etiquette. At least the latter can delve deeper into the heaven, earth, and human nature.
I have learned a lot of knowledge, but what’s the use of music and art..."
Having said this, Zhao Rong shook his head and looked away from the sky outside the leaf gap.
Concubine Zhao Ling seemed to understand. Although she was born in a noble and wealthy family in the Yamashita dynasty, she was not an ordinary noble lady. She took another road to reach the sky. She had already climbed the mountain with a sword before she was even a nutmeg. She even did nvhong and tea ceremony.
Later, I practiced secretly for Zhao Rong, and I didn't know how to learn the piano skill.
Zhao Lingfei thought for a while and said: "The study of classics and meanings is boring and boring, isn't it? Why does Brother Rong'er like this?"
Zhao Rong's eyes were bright. When he heard the topic of interest, he turned to look at Zhao Lingfei and started talking more.
"This is different. Although the study of classics and meanings requires immersion in the sea of classics, it can be like picking up a pearl in the sea, appreciating the philosophical thoughts of the sages, understanding the charm of thinking, and delving into the great knowledge. The process is not boring. I find it very interesting and contented.
…”
"Qingjun, let me tell you, yesterday I discovered some new meanings in an obscure Analects of Confucius in "Erya". I have never seen the same meaning in other commentaries on the meaning of the classics before.
I don’t know if I was the first one to produce it. I’ll ask Mr. Yan another day..."
Zhao Rong became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke. With one hand he clasped the catkins of the woman next to him, and with the other he slid down his sleeves and placed the flat end in front of his abdomen. He gently raised his chin, and the Confucian scarf on his head was fluttering in the autumn wind in the forest.
Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and looked at Zhao Rong in confusion, feeling a little lost for a moment.
He still likes to talk to her about his favorite things and interesting things with great enthusiasm, just like when he was a child. Although Zhao Lingfei can't understand most of the time, she likes to listen and only wants Rong'er brother to talk to her alone.
Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly, feeling that Brother Rong'er at this moment was elegant, elegant, and extraordinarily handsome. He was far better than any handsome man she had ever seen. He was so good-looking.
"By the way, I have finished reading the few unique copies I got from Mr. Yan, and I will ask for a few more later."
"Qingjun, haha, the last time I went to Mr. Yan to return a book, he didn't believe that I read so quickly. He thought I was just skimming, so he opened the book and picked out some sentences to test me several times. Qingjun,
guess what?"
Concubine Zhao Ling stretched out her hand to straighten Zhao Rong's collar. Without thinking, she opened her mouth slightly.
"Brother Rong'er must have answered all the questions correctly. Mr. Yan must have praised Brother Rong'er and was very surprised."
"No, I was all wrong."
"..." Zhao Lingfei.
Zhao Rong blinked.
"The answers I gave were all based on the meanings I understood when I read them carefully. I knew all the rigid answers in the book by heart, but some of them I didn't agree with. Maybe they were right, maybe I was wrong, but I just felt that the saint said those words.
These are the meanings at that time. Later generations studied too much, but got themselves involved in it, excessively misinterpreted the words of the saints and teachers, and made something out of nothing."
Zhao Lingfei looked at him without blinking and asked curiously: "What did Mr. Yan say?"
Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Well, Qingjun, you are right. Although Mr. didn't say too many compliments to me, after hearing this, he closed the book, turned his hand and threw it aside, stroking his beard and laughing, and kept reading
Say 'good' three times."
He paused and looked at Zhao Lingfei.
"Isn't the study of classics and meanings more interesting than music and art? Unless we like it, why would we waste time and energy studying boring things? The six arts of Confucian students, not to mention several other small arts, are just classics, meanings, poetry
It is enough for us to walk on two broad roads."
Zhao Rong suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.
"I don't know why the academy has a rule in Mochi Academy that requires students to learn all six arts and take assessments, which is a waste of energy. Isn't it a good idea to teach students in accordance with their aptitude and study Confucianism and Taoism in the arts that they are interested in and good at? Hey, there are also
Mr. Yan, he also forced me to learn the six arts seriously and not to be careless."
"Qingjun, tell me, isn't this the same as forcing you sword cultivators to learn the cumbersome methods of Taoist cultivators? How can you be single-minded if your intentions are not pure?"
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and thought carefully, somewhat understanding Rong'er's dilemma.
She knew his temperament from her childhood sweethearts with Rong'er brother.
Once Brother Rong'er is interested in something, he will concentrate on studying it, forgetting sleep and food, and will not be careless at all, just like the classics, meanings, Confucianism and Taoism that he is interested in now.
Zhao Lingfei thinks that such a Rong'er brother is quite suitable for practicing, especially sword training, but it is a pity that his practicing qualifications...
Zhao Lingfei narrowed her eyes slightly.
As for things that you don’t like and are not interested in, that is all kinds of dislike and unwillingness, and this impression is difficult to reverse and change, such as the current music and art.
Another example...she used to be.
Regarding this point, Zhao Lingfei still has fresh memories, and even now she feels aggrieved.
Brother Rong'er hated her because he was forced to get engaged and marry into his wife. However, this was because her parents had ordered the matchmaker to marry her. Neither the two young people could change it. Moreover, she had the family's expectations and could not marry outside the family.
As a result, the two of them, who were once good friends and childhood sweethearts, began to become strangers to each other. Rong'er brother became more and more indifferent and misunderstood her, and the gap became deeper and deeper. The huge gap dug by his indifferent heart was like the world.
The farthest distance on the road was too far for her to cross.
However, fortunately, these things have become a thing of the past. After that weird dream, Rong'er brother sent Yu all the way to hold her hand.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lingfei's originally pink and oval face was still a little pale. She turned her head and glanced at the sweet husband beside her who she had longed for. She took a deep breath and held his arm tightly with her hands again.
Zhao Lingfei tilted her head, her cheek pressed tightly against Zhao Rong's thick shoulder, feeling his constant warmth, her heart was filled with fear for a moment, but she gradually calmed down.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Rong noticed something unusual about Zhao Lingfei, stopped talking, and asked with a concerned tone.
"It's okay." Zhao Lingfei shook her head, "Brother Rong'er, keep talking, I like to listen."
Zhao Rong nodded.
after awhile.
Zhao Lingfei frowned slightly and said in a worried tone:
"If you are weak in musical arts, will it affect your mid-month exams and future academy assessment results? I heard that these results are related to the apprenticeship ceremony a year later."
Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry, it's not difficult to take the mid-month assessment without holding back Sui Xingtang. I also told Yu Huaijin about this, but she probably didn't believe it. As for the apprenticeship ceremony that followed, there was nothing good about it.
I have decided to study Confucianism and Taoism with Mr. Yan."
He thought for a while and said, "Well, there are indeed Mr. Jingyi who are better than Mr. Yan in the academy, such as the old master Zhu who I have never met. However, I think it is good to follow Mr. Yan."
At this point, Zhao Rong stopped talking, winked at Zhao Lingfei, and sighed with a hint of joking in his tone:
"So, it's better not to learn music and let them give in. Your husband and I are so good. If I don't hide my clumsiness, the dazzling light will probably blind the eyes of all the teachers in the academy. Well, I guess a person who doesn't learn music can't do it.
If it’s not enough, let’s add a few more small arts and keep them low-key, otherwise Mr. Yan will be in trouble when the discerning gentlemen rush to get them during the apprenticeship ceremony.”
"Puch~" Zhao Lingfei's Qiu Shui eyes narrowed, the ends of her eyes turned up, her brows were happy, her eyes were full of Zhao Rong, "So my husband is so powerful."
Zhao Rong glanced at her sideways and said, "I just realized that I would be at a huge loss to be your son-in-law. No, one wife is not enough. I have to find a few more."
The tone was still a bit joking.
Zhao Lingfei pulled his shoulder and said, "How dare you!?"
The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth curled up slightly, and he did not discuss this topic again, but instead said:
"I'll take you out of the house."
"Yes." Zhao Lingfei hugged his arm tightly, smiling like a flower.
Along the way, the two chatted like this, their pace slowing down a bit. Most of the time, Zhao Rong was talking and Zhao Lingfei was listening.
In the academy, in the eyes of the scholars, students and gentlemen passing by.
It is a unique scene of a stunning woman with an unforgettable tear mark, holding a young and steady Confucian scholar with bright eyes.
The woman with her hair in a bun slightly raised her head, looked up at the Confucian scholar beside her with bright eyes, and smiled sweetly.
Time flew by like a flash, and not long after, the two of them arrived at the gate of Linlu Academy.
Zhao Rong took Zhao Lingfei and registered at the gatehouse again, so that next time Zhao Lingfei came to see him, she could enter directly, which was much more convenient.
After they were done, the two of them, who were holding each other together, prepared to separate.
Zhao Rong was thinking about returning to Dongli Xiaozhu later, so he waved to say goodbye.
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei, who had taken a few steps, suddenly stopped and looked back at Zhao Rong, who was watching her with his sleeves.
Zhao Lingfei reached out and took out a small cloth bag from the Xumi object, then she lowered her eyes and lowered her head, walked back to Zhao Rong, and stuffed the small cloth bag into his arms.
"We have knitted some autumn clothes, suitable for wearing after bathing and reading at night. You...if you get cold while studying at night, you can wear them."
After saying this, without waiting for Zhao Rong's reaction, he lowered his head and turned away.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, looked at Qingjun's retreating back, then looked at the small cloth bag in his arms, and said slowly: "Okay, okay."
He casually put away the autumn clothes that Qing Jun had knitted again, and then watched her beautiful figure disappear into the distance.
Zhao Rong turned around and walked into the academy.
There are still fifty "zheng" characters left to draw today.