Chapter 274 It's a waste of your fabric, saying it's hard for me to raise?
Yilanxuan is extremely quiet today.
In the flower garden in the yard, there is a quiet figure practicing calligraphy at his desk.
Among the lush flowers regardless of the season, there is also a missing girl in blue who used to be so busy running around with a flower shovel to loosen the soil.
As for the waiting booth next to the courtyard gate, since someone became a teaching assistant, there are no Mochi students coming to ask for advice.
In fact, this does not mean that there are no more questions for Mochi students to ask Mr. Zhu, but that no one is so stupid that he would come over to be a grandson for some "aunt" without much trouble.
And this 'aunt' named Jingzi, who couldn't calm down at all, was squatting in the bamboo forest next to Zunjing Pavilion not far from Yilanxuan, quietly but vigorously picking up a small shovel.
Stealing soil is just a race against time.
The girl in blue was shoveling bamboo root mud in her hands, raising her little head from time to time and looking around, like a deer sneaking to the river to drink water, looking around alertly from time to time.
With her big eyes, she glanced more to the side, at the attic with the name "Zun Sutra" that blocked the sun.
The attic was quiet, so early in the morning, no one entered or left.
Jingzi breathed a sigh of relief.
You know, in the past, she would usually not come near this place unless necessary, unless she was brought along by her husband and had to come with him, just like a few days ago...
But today, for the sake of the sisters who are suffering in Yilanxuan, Jingzi wiped her sweat, sullen face, and worked hard...
At this time, in the quiet Yilan Pavilion, there is an elegant study hidden among the orchids and forest leaves.
A certain woman's melodious and clear voice was echoing.
"...However, other than that, if you want to say that you don't do what he wants at all, and you just think about doing what you like and writing your own words all day long, that's not entirely true."
"Just talking about entering Taoism through calligraphy, if I can be lucky enough to pursue this path while writing happily, it would be the best, of course. Yourong is not a person who has no desires or pursuits, so he can change the things he likes.
For the sake of the broad road, so that people who love calligraphy in the future can follow this path more unimpeded. I will feel proud and satisfied with this kind of thing, and have a sense of accomplishment in my heart. In fact, this is why I came to Linlu Academy to write and teach at the same time.
One of the reasons for the 'Seventh Art'."
"Beyond that, it would make the former opponents speechless and make my relatives and friends happy and proud... If I can do this, it would be the best."
"However, it doesn't matter even if they don't. They are all scenery along the way, not the purpose of my doing these things. They... are just embellishments."
"That's all...that's all!"
She kept talking to herself, and finally became silent, but her tone became more and more certain.
At this moment, in the room, in front of the desk, a woman in a Confucian shirt who wasted a lot of material was standing on tiptoe, her whole body leaning forward, her center of gravity leaning forward on the edge of the table, she pressed one hand on the table next to the inkstone,
The other hand had reached the top of the head at some point, with its fingers slightly spread and raised high, as if to grab something in the sky above the head and hold it firmly in his hand.
The young Confucian scholar on the side, holding his sleeves, watched the originally demure and elegant woman in front of him make this silly and "so-so" action for the first time, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.
It's a bit funny, but I don't know why, but I can't laugh.
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes slightly, looking at this scene, such a Zhu Yourong, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.
It turns out that she is neither of the first two in my imagination, she is just a simple person who loves to write... a fool.
Zhao Rong nodded slightly and glanced at Zhu Yourong's serious profile.
So, interesting people and interesting things?
Suddenly, Zhao Rong glanced again subconsciously, just one glance, and saw that this interesting person in front of him had "an interesting scenery".
If the scenery here was not hidden, it would be difficult to ignore, especially at this time she was still standing on tiptoes, raising her chest and raising her hands upwards.
In fact, from a certain point of view, it is not surprising that after seeing Zhu Yourong for the first time, he loudly encouraged Zhao Rong to make a living.
This soft rice is not only eaten by Zhao Rong alone, but the whole family is probably full...
At this moment, Zhu Yourong's innocent posture unexpectedly brought about a different kind of perception.
The tightness of the Confucian shirt was further highlighted, except for the most conspicuous pair of large and "square" suns that made Zhao Rong secretly worry that the clouds would suddenly break out at some moment and freeze the air.
It also outlines the other beautiful and round arcs on her plump and graceful figure.
This is a view that has been ignored until now, hidden behind a large Confucian shirt.
Now, just because of a childlike movement, it was revealed in front of Zhao Rong... From this point of view, when combined with the whole, the scenery that embraces all rivers does not seem so abrupt.
Because judging from Zhao Rong's critical eyes that are good at discovering and appreciating beauty, we have to admit that Zhu Yourong's body curves are indeed very good, even to the point where they can only be described directly with vulgar language.
At this moment, even though it was not the first time he saw it, Zhao Rong could not help but secretly click his tongue.
Some were worried about whether Zhu Yourong's Confucian shirt would burst, and at a certain moment, he would be caught off guard and fall on his back...
Then she suddenly became confused, how did she wrap up her breasts and hide them before? It was so uncomfortable.
If Qingjun is like this, then Zhao Rong will definitely feel distressed. Before, Zhao Rong frowned and worried that his precious wife's two beautiful feet were small and delicate, but later, Qingjun seemed to see that she had wrapped them secretly.
He frowned, and in turn worried that Zhao Rong was too big, didn't like it, and felt disgusted in his heart. He asked anxiously if she wanted to try wrapping it up, but Zhao Rong quickly stopped her and explained,
How could he be willing to...
But at this moment, looking at this Zhu Yourong who seemed to be a little different, Zhao Rong just scolded himself for worrying blindly, while looking at him with admiration.
Thinking, innocent.
Because in his eyes, Zhu Yourong was indeed very different at this time. The most important thing was the temperament and confidence that came from within.
This is truly dazzling, rather than simply entertaining people with sex.
Zhao Rong now privately believes that this is the true beauty of a woman... So, those inspirational articles in the past life that encouraged high-level beauty and criticized low-level beauty, are you sincerely deceiving me?
But if a woman doesn’t lack these, then of course it’s excellent.
Zhao Rong looked serious and nodded slightly. Thinking this, his eyes looked towards some low-level beauty again, with a somewhat critical gaze...
Just when someone's eyes are not honest and they are distracted for a moment.
Zhu Yourong, who had a somewhat unrestrained posture, narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and immediately his eyes widened.
The next second, her posture with raised chest and head collapsed, her movements suddenly changed, she grabbed a pile of paper beside her hand, rolled it up with both hands, and slapped the guy on the head with lightning speed.
Snapped!
"What are you looking at?"
Zhu Yourong's tone was fierce.
Caught on the spot.
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Zhu Yourong made a fierce face and glared at Zhao Rong. The roll of paper in his hand wavered in front of him as if to demonstrate, "You were reading randomly again just now!"
"???"
Zhao Rong's face is full of black lines, why did he use the word 'and'?
Snapped!
Seeing that he looked dissatisfied and opened his mouth as if to argue, Zhu Yourong raised his hand again, picked it up heavily, put it down gently and knocked on Zhao Rong's head. On top of his beautiful face, his expression was filled with hatred for steel.
"We finally had a heart-to-heart talk, and we had some atmosphere, but then you completely messed it up. You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you have nothing on your mind all day long."
Her clear and sparkling eyes reflected Zhao Rong's face, she spoke eloquently and spoke softly,
"I thought you were different from other men. Although the man you tried so hard to get rid of was not a great man, you should be a strange man. As a result, it seems now..."
Zhu Yourong pursed his lips, stared at Zhao Rong, and remained silent.
This watery look in his eyes made even the shameless Zhao Rong feel a little guilty, as if he had secretly done something dirty and undeserved, and she had been caught.
The beautiful woman in front of me is mourning in silence. The crime is unforgivable. Wash your neck quickly and cut it off yourself. Maybe you can win a few tears of regret from the woman in front of you.
But who is Zhao Rong?
If Su Xiaoxiao were present at this question, he would definitely jump up and answer it.
Zhao Lang is a bad guy.
Then, in Zhao Rong's smiling and silent eyes, the little fox demon would definitely poo a few times, change his words, pat his chest and say decisively:
‘Scholar, little Zhao Lang is a scholar with a great ambition.
I will definitely not do anything in bed at night, pinching, rubbing, pressing, biting...and touching, holding, pulling, holding, holding, stretching, arching, pushing out, entering, and shaking.
, shoot... play Xiaoxiao, um, it seems to be gone, um um, I won't do things like bullying people who are not so educated, are you right, Zhao Lang?'
At this time, next to the desk.
Zhao Rong leaned back, thinking that he should be out of the range of the ruthless woman in front of him.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Zhu Yourong, actually wanting to tell her in a sincere tone.
It's really not wrong at all. You are right. I am really not a strange man, just a little son-in-law. Mr. Zhu, please don't look down on me anymore. Don't. What? That's right.
I just don’t know how to appreciate it...
However, at this moment, Zhu Yourong was thrown out along with a scapegoat called dirty, obscene, and impure. He suspected that he was thinking of something wrong, and Zhao Rong couldn't bear it anymore.
He said seriously:
"I didn't look at it randomly, let alone add the word 'and' to taint my innocence. I was just looking at it with an appreciative eye and looking at it openly."
Zhu Yourong held a roll of paper in his hand and held it in front of Su's chest, frowning.
"Okay, Zhao Ziyu, you all admitted that you were looking at it, but you also found another way to cover it up and used some fallacies and sophistry. Let me ask you, do you know where you are looking? Have you ever been taught by the most holy teacher not to look at anything inappropriate?
?”
Zhao Rong said directly without thinking: "Of course I know what I was looking at just now was an eyesore. As for the Holy Master, he taught me a lot. He also said that you are difficult to raise. Now it seems that it is true."
That’s right.”
Zhu Yourong nodded, so it's all my fault. Blame me... I didn't have a corset to distract you? Besides, are you eating your rice or wasting your fabric? You said it's difficult to grow...
Snapped!
"..."
Zhao Rong was careless and didn't dodge, but... he was so strong. Is this half-step Nascent Soul? It felt like he couldn't dodge it at all... Damn.
Zhu Yourong gently raised his chin, hummed softly, and squinted at him.
"What is Tzuyu talking about? Can you say it again? I, the little girl in my master's mouth, just didn't hear it clearly."
She tilted her lips towards Zhao Rong, raising the corners of her lips, but her voice was gentler than ever before.