Chapter 279 Feed Zhu Yourong, you've overwhelmed me
"Hey, Zhu Yourong."
A certain guy's voice suddenly broke the silence.
"Well, what's the matter?"
In front of the window, the woman turned her head.
"Um, actually I think... you shouldn't leave so early." Zhao Rong sighed and shook his head, "Wait until the Confucian Temple sends out the jade jewel, along with the title of gentleman, and then you can throw up your sleeves and leave.
Okay?"
Zhu Yourong was stunned. She had been a good student since she was a child. How could she have thought of such a thief mentality at that time?
She thought for a moment, "Well, isn't this bad?"
Zhao Rong waved his hand and continued to teach the experience of "don't take advantage of the bastard".
"What's there to be embarrassed about? It looks quite big to you...ahem, it looks like it's still very small. It's like a little girl. She's too thin-skinned. If it were me, I would honestly be a good student for a few more days.
, wait until Yujue and the title of world-famous gentleman are obtained, and then you can do whatever you want..."
He spoke a little too fast, and he missed the first few words. However, before a certain woman in a scholar's shirt looked angry, he turned back as if nothing had happened, and then he seriously taught this once good girl in every sense of the word.
Don't learn well'.
Zhu Yourong frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head gently, "Tzuyu, I... don't want to owe them too much."
"Why."
Zhao Rong sighed softly, put down his brush, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the reading experience he had written all night long that Zhu Yourong was holding in his hand.
Roll it up into a column and tap her little forehead.
"You're so stupid... Idiot, let me tell you, it's really possible that you showed your cards too early and the timing was inappropriate. Zhu Yourong, think about it..."
He paused slightly and then said seriously:
"When you take over Yujue, and the name of a gentleman is widely known and passed down the mountain, then you can throw down your sleeves, put down everything in the Confucian sect, and go travel and write. You said those old men in the Confucian Temple
What is their reaction? Well, of course, it is inevitable to feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly, but I can only pinch my nose to recognize it. Is it possible that they will swarm you, blow their beards and stare at you to catch you? "
Zhao Rong raised his hand again and tapped the prodigal woman in front of him on the head, and shook his head speechlessly.
"You are not treasonous and betraying the Confucian sect. You are just taking a narrow path. You are not stealing, robbing or cheating. It's just... that you suddenly don't want to do it anymore. They can't do anything to you. At most, they can privately scold the little girl for being unteachable.
"
"Also, maybe it is because of the established fact that you are already a gentleman, and you are also a female gentleman who is rarely seen in ten thousand years. You are a model that has been pushed out, which shows that our Confucianism has no distinction between education and distinction, and women can also learn Confucianism. Therefore, for the sake of
To avoid some embarrassment of inconsistency..."
Zhu Yourong had been listening quietly. At this time, she glanced at Zhao Rong.
Under his gaze, he nodded slightly.
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and said speechlessly:
"Maybe I will just acquiesce, or even help you stand up and speak for me. Just like the Holy Master, even though tens of millions of people have gone, when the time comes, he will be the typical among the typical. You can do whatever you want... the result
It's better now."
He glanced around the quiet study room and said sincerely: "Zhu Yourong, you are so stupid."
Zhao Rong couldn't hold his hand anymore. If his Qingjun and Xiaoxiao dared to do this or do something stupid, he would not only hit his head with the paper...
Zhu Yourong did not dodge Zhao Rongtan's hand, and received two slaps on his clean forehead.
At this time, she opened her bright eyes slightly, raised her head slightly, and looked at Zhao Rong.
He had a lot of verbose words, but there was no trace of worry on his demure and elegant face.
Zhu Yourong listened quietly and looked at him quietly. Seeing that he was speechless, he spoke quietly.
"Well, it seems like a pity indeed."
But despite saying this, she looked calm.
This scene fell in Zhao Rong's eyes, and he suddenly became furious.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by the woman in Confucian robes in front of him.
"...It would be nice if I could meet Tzuyu earlier."
The tone of Zhu Yourong's voice seemed to have risen a little, and Liu eyes looked at Zhao Rong unblinkingly. This look seemed to be a little... small to please?
Zhao Rong glanced at her a few times and swallowed the words on his lips.
Zhu Yourong stared at him, with a serious look on his face, and said: "Actually, I don't want to be under those eyes at all. Isn't it good to be like this now, and I also met Tzuyu."
"Moreover, even though you obviously don't like something, you have to do it patiently for some benefit."
She shook her head, "Why bother."
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. If he said that, then he understood the feelings of the woman in front of him.
Because there is a sense of substitution, which comes from the 'fear' of being dominated by calligraphy classes...
"In this case, I understand you very well."
Zhao Rong nodded vigorously.
Zhu Yourong blinked at him
The two looked at each other.
Not in words.
Not long after, Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong returned to the table and started the calligraphy class again.
"Zhu Yourong, come closer and I'll talk to you. Pay attention to my writing later."
Zhao Rong finished his preparations and said to Zhu Yourong.
The latter nodded slightly and stepped forward.
The two of them seemed to have gotten closer during their chat just now, and Zhu Yourong didn't feel too restrained.
Zhao Rong didn't shy away from it. He got together with her and concentrated on the pen and paper.
Just between breaths, they are each other's breath.
Zhao Rong explained the words that Zhu Yourong had just asked about, carefully dismantled them, crushed them and explained them in detail.
The latter nodded from time to time, and if there was any doubt in his eyes, he would point it out.
Finally, the previous questions have been explained.
There was silence between the two of them. Zhao Rong suddenly said without raising his eyelids:
"Zhu Yourong, I know you are very interested in another font I wrote, but since you have been writing regular script before, I'd better teach you how to write regular script first."
"Um."
"Look at this word."
Zhao Rong suddenly started writing and sketched the paper in flowing and smooth strokes. The last stroke was carried out with his wrist facing to the right, like a cloud rolling and relaxing.
A total of five paintings form one word on the flower curtain paper.
Zhu Yourong tilted his head and looked curiously.
"This is... Yong?"
Zhao Rong put down the brush and wiped his hands with a silk towel. Hearing this, he did not speak, but tilted his head and looked at her.
Zhu Yourong looked at the words on the paper, frowned slightly, and became quiet.
Zhao Rong remained silent.
Sudden.
"Huh."
She stared at the word 'Yong', let out a surprised look, and looked up at Zhao Rong.
The latter nodded slightly.
Zhu Yourong smiled brightly.
Stretching out his plain hand, he placed an index finger on the still-undried word 'Yong' and flicked it carefully.
The tips of her eyes curled up, her eyes full of joy and interest.
He murmured softly, "Hooks and strokes horizontally and vertically, dots and strokes...the strokes of regular script and the secret of framing the characters are all in this little character 'Yong'..."
Zhu Yourong suddenly raised his head and said, "Tzuyu, what a great stroke!"
Zhao Rong's expression was calm, and he lowered his eyes to the paper. He did not answer her words, but simply passed them by in one stroke, raised his chin, and motioned to the paper that said:
"I learned it in that dream. The eight methods of regular script are all on this character. You can write it when you have nothing to do. As long as you work hard to write it well, you should be able to solve the systemic problems I mentioned before. Practice it well.
"
No matter how good your calligraphy is, it is just a method. The most important thing in calligraphy is diligent practice, which is the foundation of everything.
"Um!"
Zhu Yourong nodded vigorously, her starry eyes stared at Zhao Rong lightly, admiration flowing in her eyes,
Zhao Rong didn't pay attention, but looked at the words and thought for a while, then leaned over the desk, called her to get closer and take a closer look, and showed Zhu Yourong how to write the word "Yong".
It's an autumn morning where the days seem to pass slowly, in the quiet Yilan Pavilion.
Lan Xuan's study was quiet. In front of the desk, a man and a woman were very close to each other, with half of their bodies folded together. The early sun that broke through the west window fell diagonally on them, adding a touch of warmth to the deserted room.
Both of them looked at the brush in the man's hand and the traces of his writing.
Zhao Rong bent over, holding the wrist of the pen holder, keeping everything steady. Seeing that Zhu Yourong was silent, he demonstrated the 'Eight Methods of Yongzi' over and over again.
Outside the window, another full autumn breeze blew into the house, caressing the oval face of the serious-looking woman in Confucian robes.
A few strands of black silk were also blown up.
Zhu Yourong was facing Zhao Rong sideways. She raised her hand and pushed her naughty black hair behind her ears.
at some point.
Zhu Yourong's eyes suddenly glanced to the right. In the peripheral vision of the moment, he saw that the man beside him seemed to be still concentrating on writing and did not notice her.
The woman was distracted for a moment. She couldn't help but glance sideways again, without turning around, but she didn't move away immediately this time.
within sight.
Under the sun, the thin cheeks of the man next to him were full of concentration, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his bright eyes reflected the handsome words on the table. His right hand holding the pen was long and slender, and the knuckles of his fingers turned white.
, Duan is written very penetratingly...
Zhu Yourong, who was so close and had sensitive senses, had already smelled the masculine scent on his body.
She wrinkled her nose and sniffed quietly, feeling that it was the mixed fragrance of old books, wood pens and graphite. Zhu Yourong was familiar with these. In addition, there was also a bit of the good smell of morning mixed with it.
She didn't know what it was exactly, but she just thought it was the smell of early morning for no reason.
Just like the gentle gaze that this man named Zhao Ziyu often showed, it was like the sunshine that shone on them all the time in the morning.
It's his taste.
Zhao Rong didn't seem to notice.
The woman in the Confucian shirt became bolder again, tilting her head to look at the guy next to her. When she hit her on the head, she looked like a mature guy when her younger brother taught her how to write.
Looking at Zhao Rong's profile, Zhu Yourong suddenly felt that when he was concentrating on writing, he was very close, but when he was talking and looking at her, he was a little far away.
Just the next second, his words of "very close" suddenly came from "far away".
"Hey Zhu Yourong, you pressed me."
Zhu Yourong: "......"
At this time, because the two of them were too close unknowingly, or because they were distracted or focused, they didn't pay attention before. As a result... someone's left forearm, which was pressed on the paper, endured heavy pressure that it shouldn't bear.
The top of Mount Tai is still two servings.
next moment.
There seems to be a tacit understanding.
The woman in Confucian robes coughed lightly and stood up, straightened her waist and turned away.
The young Confucian scholar moved his left hand, rolled up his right sleeve again, and continued writing.
So we separated.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Zhao Rong gradually stopped moving his hands, pondered for a while, raised his head and opened his mouth.
dong dong
At this moment, a knock on the door echoed inside the house.
The awkward atmosphere disappeared immediately. Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong had just looked at each other. Suddenly, with a creak, the door of Lanxuan's study room was pushed open from the outside, and there was a figure outside the door.
Less than two breaths away from the knock on the door, the man opened the door without waiting for a response.
The two people in the study were slightly startled and turned their heads to look.
I saw an old-fashioned woman standing outside the door and saluting.
"Teacher, good morning, Brother Zhao...good morning."
Yu Huaijin looked at the two people in the room with a serious expression.
Behind her, another little head suddenly appeared. It was wearing a crooked school boy's hat. It had dark eyes, like a little fox, looking into the room, and its eyes wandered suspiciously at Zhao Rong and her husband.
.
Yu Huaijin entered the door expressionlessly.
…
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong left Yilanxuan with a touch of orchid fragrance on his sleeves.
Just after Yu Huaijin arrived, the atmosphere became more normal.
He also taught Zhu Yourong how to write the character "forever".
Afterwards, under the watchful eye of Yu Huaijin, Zhu Yourong made Zhao Rong a cup of 'orchid tea'.
He drank it all in one gulp and completed the purpose of his trip. After looking at Yu Huaijin next to him, he said goodbye and left.
Outside Yilanxuan, Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.
Afterwards, he went to the library to return the books and then returned to Dongli Xiaozhu.