Chapter 248 Zhao Rong, why don't you eat her soft rice! (It has been corrected, brothers can refresh
Zhao Rong returned to his seat first.
He did not take out paper, ink, pen and inkstone to prepare for the next class like the other students around him. Instead, he bent down and wrapped the guqin in a plain white cloth, packed up his things, then turned around and started to leave.
Zhao Rong's contrary actions attracted a lot of attention.
Fan Yushu asked curiously, "Ziyu, where are you going?"
Zhao Rong replied casually: "I'm not feeling well today. I'm going to take half a day off."
As he spoke, he walked towards Yu Huaijin in the distance without waiting for Fan Yushu to ask again.
The open space where Suixingtang's class is held today is an abandoned ancient ferry with an ancient rhyme name, Lanzhou.
It is said that the first Confucian saint who took his disciples on a tour to this place, Wangque Tianya, came ashore from this ancient ferry and established Linlu Academy.
Although Lanzhou Ferry has been abandoned, the ferry wooden plank road extending into the river from the shore still exists.
At this time, many Suixingtang students were lining up, walking on the wooden plank road, scooping up Lidu water and going back to study ink.
And Yu Huaijin was standing at the entrance of the wooden plank road, behind a long table next to it.
After Zhao Rong came closer, he took a closer look.
Yu Huaijin's expression was calm, and he was studying the ink with his head down.
Her small, snow-white hands grasped a long, dark strip of ink. The dazzling lining attracted the attention of many students who were passing by to fetch water.
After grinding the ink, Yu Huaijin walked to the other side of the table and continued to work with her hands. Her face remained straight and her eyes were focused.
Zhao Rong looked at it for a while.
This table is facing the seats of the students in the open space. It should be the table used by Mr. Zhu later. Yu Huaijin is the senior student elected by Suixing Hall. She can actually refer to the chores for the gentlemen.
It was done by taking photos of other students, but in Zhao Rong's impression, just like in front of him, Yu Huaijin seemed to do everything he wanted to do every time.
He closed his eyelids slightly and walked forward directly.
He saluted and said: "Senior Yu, I feel a little uncomfortable in my lower body. I would like to take half a day off. I hope that the senior will agree."
Yu Huaijin was placing a brush washer. After hearing this, he paused for a moment and then continued to place things without turning his head to look at him and returned the courtesy.
Zhao Rong stared at her side face intently.
There was silence between the two of them for a while.
After Yu Huaijin hung up the hairpin, she nodded slightly without saying anything. She continued to tidy the table with a look of concentration on her side face, and did not spare any energy to pay attention to Zhao Rong.
"Thank you, senior."
Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin's face and roughly understood something in his heart, but he didn't explain anything. He thanked him, turned around and left, leaving Lanzhoudu in the presence of his classmates from Suixingtang.
Yu Huaijin, who had his back to Zhao Rong, shook his head unnoticeably after hanging up a hair awl.
The students who were queuing up to get water witnessed the scene just now, including Xiao Hongyu. She looked back at the back of Zhao Rong who kept leaving, frowned and said: "Huaijin, don't pay attention to this lazy man, why don't you be angry with him?"
worth."
Yu Huaijin said nothing and looked up at the sun.
Wu Peiliang, who was not far behind Xiao Hongyu, had been paying attention to this place for a long time. At this time, he nodded and said with a smile:
"Brother Hongyu is right. At least Fan Yushu is obedient, but this Zhao Ziyu can't hold up the wall with mud. Senior, you'd better not..."
She glanced at the entrance of Lan Zhoudu calmly, "The teacher should be here soon."
Not long after, the students of Sui Xing Hall in the open space took a rest after a period of busy work, sat in their seats, and quietly waited for the arrival of a certain woman in a scholar's shirt.
…
Zhao Rong originally thought that Yu Huaijin would stop him, but he let him go so easily.
He shook his head and laughed, "Zhao Ziyu, you are so shameless."
Zhao Rong cursed himself in a low voice.
Immediately, he looked at the sun.
It was still early, so Zhao Rong thought for a while and made a plan to visit Mr. Yan in the morning and ask for some books to read back.
However, for some things, Zhao Rong feels that it is better to be more "shameless" and prepared for a rainy day.
For example, Zhu Weirui, whom we met once in passing.
The next class in Suixingtang in the morning was about this female gentleman’s calligraphy skills.
Because of the poem paper that she copied from his calligraphy style.
Zhao Rong is really a little afraid of her, in every sense of the word.
If possible, we won't meet him, but what makes Zhao Rong feel relieved is that she doesn't know him so far.
After all, when they passed each other when they first entered the academy, Mr. Zhu walked away in a hurry without even turning his eyes. Zhao Rong was attracted by her temperament and curiously asked his senior brother before he found out about her.
identity.
However, Zhao Rong also had a headache. Could it be possible that he would find excuses to skip calligraphy classes in the future?
Once or twice was okay, but if it happened too many times and it happened every time, I would probably be completely disappointed with him and give up, right?
And if I didn’t skip class, I would probably be in more trouble...
Zhao Rong frowned, but relaxed after a moment.
No matter what, we will find a way later. Now we can avoid meeting her in a short time, unless Mr. Lanhua, who I heard in the academy is very popular among male Confucian students, will personally go to Nanxuan Academy to name her.
Looking for him, or blocking him at the door when other teachers in Suixing Hall are in class...
No, no, she is a college teacher and I am a student. This is too unruly.
Zhao Rong laughed, shook his head, dispelled these swirling thoughts, and stopped thinking about it.
He took a few glances around and saw that there were not many people walking on the road, and almost all of them were scholars and senior fellow students from the academy. After all, most of the students at Mochi Academy were still in class.
It's a sunny day today, and the morning sun is shining warmly on my body.
Under the sun, Zhao Rong squinted his eyes slightly, folded his hands, and hummed softly. At this moment, a figure broke into his field of vision at the corner ahead.
This is a graceful figure wearing a Confucian robe, walking towards Zhao Rong along the sunshine, carrying the fragrance of orchids, and her steps are quiet and light.
A moment.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes, and in an instant he could only see the figure of the person coming, but it also overlapped with the Rulan figure in his memory.
His heart skipped a beat.
Why is it her?
But immediately, Zhao Rong narrowed his eyelids, pursed his lips, put away his expression, and walked forward with a normal expression.
He remained calm and steady, and carefully glanced at the woman in Confucian robes who was getting closer and closer to the right from the corner of his eye.
Behind her was the rising sun. The sunlight was shining from behind her. For a moment, he could not clearly see the expression of the woman in scholar's shirt, but Zhao Rong was already sure that it was her.
He tilted his head slightly and saw a few other pedestrians at the edge of his field of vision, feeling a little relieved.
In the short period of time when Zhao Rong's thoughts were circulating, he and the woman in Confucian shirt were already close.
Getting closer, getting closer.
Together with it, there is a quiet orchid fragrance that is getting stronger and stronger.
Zhao Rong was originally going to keep looking straight ahead, but the next second, he still tilted his head slightly and took a "quiet" look, because such a woman with outstanding temperament can attract the attention of men even if she is wearing a men's Confucian shirt.
It is almost impossible for pedestrians passing by not to look at them. Those who do not look are either upright gentlemen or have other thoughts, which will easily attract her attention...
finally.
The two met.
Zhao Rong's heart rose in his throat.
The next second.
Just passing by, again.
From the corner of his eye, Zhao Rong saw the woman in scholar's clothes disappearing from sight without turning her head. He breathed a sigh of relief. Why did he feel as if he had just met the teacher after skipping class?
Immediately, before Zhao Rong could think too much, he noticed several brothers beside him who were going in the same direction as him. They all turned slightly slowly to look at the woman in Confucian shirt who had passed by.
Zhao Rong was quite understanding when he saw this.
In order to pretend to be more like him, he also stopped and turned around, but his breath suddenly suffocated because the woman in a scholar's shirt was stopping not far away, turning sideways and looking at them!
Zhao Rong and several passers-by: "..."
Zhu Weirui stood quietly.
At this moment, the atmosphere at this fork in the forest was a little awkward and weird.
The air became silent.
There is only the rustling of forest leaves.
Zhu Weirui suddenly spoke with a clear voice, "Excuse me..."
Zhao Rong's right eyelid twitched.
She stretched out a slender finger and pointed in the direction they were walking, with a confused tone, "Is Lan Zhoudu over here?"
Um?
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and then a possibility suddenly came to his mind.
He glanced at the surroundings calmly. This forest path was full of twists and turns. If Zhao Rong hadn't been led by Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu who were familiar with the road, he would have walked it once before.
To make both eyes black.
According to Zhao Rong's rich experience in reading certain novels in his previous life, the beautiful women the protagonist encounters usually have some small problems, and these small problems make them meet and fall in love? For example...
Ahem, this is not important. What is important is that Mr. Zhu, who is both talented and beautiful, is actually a road idiot?
Zhao Rong blinked, but he was still a little doubtful.
At this moment, after Zhu Weirui finished speaking, Zhao Rong and the brothers beside him looked at me, and I looked at you, and then they shook their heads like a rattle.
"No, no."
"Lanzhou Ferry is in the direction you just wanted to go."
"You are on the right path, but there are still some complicated roads to turn behind..."
Everyone spoke one after another.
Zhu Weirui nodded slightly and stared at them. For a moment, he didn't speak, as if he was... hesitating.
Seeing this, Zhao Rong finally felt relieved, and then he raised his eyebrows slightly.
A change of mind.
At this time, among the people beside Zhao Rong, one or two people also reacted. There was a little surprise in their eyes. They seemed to be as experienced as Zhao Rong, and they realized that the intellectual and elegant Mr. Lanhua was actually a cute and confused person.
Attribute, then this Mr. Zhu is now... embarrassed to ask for help?
However, although they were thinking quite excitedly, some hesitation appeared on their faces, and for a while, they still did not dare to take a step.
However, the next moment, someone helped them move.
Zhao Rong looked around and saw the eagerness of the people around him. He focused his gaze and did not leave in confusion. Instead, he no longer hesitated, stepped forward and stepped forward.
Behind him, the brothers who were originally hesitant looked anxious, but Zhao Rong had already walked up to Zhu Weirui and opened his mouth. Several other passers-by, seeing this scene, had no choice but to give up and left with a sigh, some of them even from time to time.
Looking back...
Zhao Rong saluted and said with a smile:
"Excuse me, are you the new gentleman to our academy, Zhu Weirui, Mr. Zhu?"
Zhu Weirui took a closer look at the smiling man in front of her, then bowed and said, "That's the little girl."
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at the mountains and forests to the left and right, and said loudly: "Mr. Zhu, I know where Lan Zhoudu is. How about I take you there."
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. Look at my memory." Zhao Rong, who was about to raise his feet, patted his forehead. He laughed and shook his head, then turned around and said enthusiastically to Zhu Weirui:
"Mr. Zhu, I am Lin Wenruo. I am a disciple of Mr. Yan Jidao."
Zhao Rong had an idea that could be solved once and for all and wanted to try it.
After Zhu Weirui heard this, her clear eyes opened slightly and she looked at him carefully.
Zhao Rong paused, then turned around and asked strangely: "What's wrong with Mr. Zhu? What's the matter?"
Zhu Weirui raised her eyebrows slightly, she pursed her lips and smiled, then nodded, "It turns out it's Mr. Yan."
"Mr. Zhu is very familiar with my husband?"
Zhu Weirui thought for a while and said seriously: "I'm not very familiar with Mr. Yan, but..."
"But what?"
Zhao Rong asked casually while taking Zhu Weirui to turn left and walk into a path with flowers on the side of the road. He smiled and said: "Mr. Zhu, come with me. It will be closer if you take this path."
He was quite familiar with the road and took her back by taking a shortcut. However, he was just showing someone the way. It was not that Zhao Rong was really planning to go back to class, even though the teacher who wanted to skip the class was by his side at the moment.
"Excuse me, sir."
"It's okay, Mr. Zhu, there's no need to be polite."
This flower path shortcut was taken by Zhao Rong before Jia Tengying. There are not many pedestrians and fewer people. Although it is autumn, there are many seasonal flowers growing on both sides of the path and even in the middle of the road.
Whenever Zhu Weirui encountered a flower blocking the road, he would take the initiative to give in and avoid stepping on it. Seeing this, Zhao Rong also cheered up and became careful.
After Zhao Rong finished speaking.
Zhu Weirui tilted her head slightly, looking at his calm smile, the corners of her red lips also raised, and then she said, "...However, there is a new disciple under Mr. Yan's sect who I have been close to for a long time.
.”
Zhao Rong frowned, "Teacher's new disciple can win Mr. Zhu's favor. Who are you talking about?"
"Zhao Ziyu."
Zhu Weirui was looking sideways at the flowers and plants on the path. She didn't know what she was thinking. She smiled gently and said the name softly, "His name is Zhao Ziyu."
"Tzuyu?" Zhao Rong was confused, "So you are talking about Junior Brother Zhao."
After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but glance at Zhu Weirui.
The latter took a few more steps to avoid a bush of autumn chrysanthemums on the path. She seemed to be aware of Zhao Rong's gaze. She turned back and said with a smile: "What's the matter, sir, are you familiar with Zhao Ziyu?"
Zhao Rong looked hesitant, thought for a moment, and shook his head:
"I'm not very familiar with him, but I know a little bit about this Junior Brother Zhao. After all... we lived with the teacher in Taiqing Mansion for a long time before, and we often saw him, so some of the things we saw
More, hey."
He sighed slightly and paused, as if to give this woman in scholar's shirt, whose fragrance of orchids was more heart-warming than the fragrance of flowers, time to think.
Zhao Rong glanced at her sideways and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhu, do you really admire...ahem, have you been friends with him for a long time?"
Zhu Weirui raised her eyes and met his gaze. The clear eyes in the woman's willow-leaf eyes were unblinking.
She pursed her lips and smiled, but her tone was serious: "Well, I have seen his handwriting. Mr. Zhao must be a great man."
Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged, and he said in his heart that it was true.
A great man, right? Got it.
His expression changed, he took a breath of cold air, stared at Zhu Weirui, and hesitated to speak.
Zhu Weirui was considerate and said, "Young Master, if you have anything to say, it doesn't hurt to say it."
Zhao Rong nodded and opened his mouth.
"Wait, don't step on it!" Zhu Weirui suddenly said crisply.
I saw a lonely and independent Jianlan on the road in front of Zhao Rong, but Zhao Rong's feet had already been raised, and he fell down in a daze...
Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui both stopped and stood silently.
The atmosphere between the two of them was a bit strange.
Zhao Rong's eyes widened and he looked down at the feet stepping on the flowers. No, it should be said... the feet were pierced by the flowers.
In front of his eyes, the autumn orchid that should have been trampled into the mud was still intact.
It pierced through Zhao Rong's boots and continued to bloom, swaying slightly in the wind, and its posture was elegant, just like before it was stepped on.
Zhao Rongdaqi moved his feet and found that nothing was wrong and he did not feel pain. He soon discovered that the orchid was like an illusory projection and could be passed through by other real objects at will.
"Sir, can you please take your foot away? It can't stay idle for too long, otherwise it will be bad for future growth." Zhu Weirui's voice sounded from the side, a little apologetically.
"Well, okay." Zhao Rong came to his senses and moved his feet.
Zhu Weirui walked to the wild orchid, squatted down, squinted her eyes, and examined it carefully.
Zhao Rong blinked, looked down at the woman guarding the orchid, and then looked at his own feet.
"This is turning reality into emptiness." Gui couldn't help but said: "The first seven realms of monks are Dengtian, Fuyao, Haoran, Tianzhi, Jindan, Half-step Yuanying, Yuanying, and the seventh realm with different names.
Zuo told you that the whole is a process of turning reality into virtuality, and transforming virtuality into reality."
It glanced at the Rulan woman wearing a simple Confucian shirt who was squatting on the ground, "Tsk, tsk, judging from what she did just now, this admirer of Mr. Zhao is at least a Confucian monk who is half a step into the Nascent Soul."
She is probably not even six years old, so it’s okay.”
Zhao Rong listened quietly.
Gui said excitedly: "Zhao Rong, why don't you eat her soft rice?"
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, "Do you think I am such a person?"
Sword Spirit recalled it carefully for a while, and said with certainty: "You don't have to look at it, you are what you are."
Zhao Rong was silent for a moment after hearing this. He glanced at Zhu Weirui who was about to get up. He nodded slightly and suddenly spoke.
"Mr. Zhu."
"Um?"
"I've thought about it carefully, and I decided to tell you some of the truth. I can't hide it from you, sir."
"Sir, please speak."
"Mr. Zhu, Junior Brother Zhao... likes to eat soft rice very much!"