"What's the matter?" Yu Huaijin's eyes narrowed, "You can tell me anything."

Fan Yushu frowned and looked heavy, "I went back home a few days ago and felt a little unwell, so I went to see the doctor in the family. The doctor told me that I was ill."

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Fan Yushu, who had a serious face.

Yu Huaijin said: "What's the disease? If it's serious, I can help Xiang Jijiu ask for leave, but I have to inform your family."

Fan Yushu sighed and shook his head, "It's not a serious problem, no need to ask for leave, but, alas..."

Yu Huaijin said nothing and stared at Fan Yushu.

Fan Yushu raised his head and said seriously: "I have a strange disease that makes me dizzy when I see densely packed words. Senior Yu, I also want to work hard, but this disease is really powerful, and I am still defeated by it. I feel dizzy now, otherwise

, you want me to wait for two days? When I regain my energy, we will see if I can try to overcome it."

Yu Huaijin: “…………”

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, I think you are lazy.

at last.

Fan Yushu was still guarded by Yu Huaijin in front of the stone table without saying a word, and continued to complete his homework conscientiously under the ruler. He was not allowed to go there until he finished.

Seeing Fan Yushu calm down, Yu Huaijin turned his head and looked at Zhao Rong.

She stretched out a finger and gently pushed the "ordinary guqin" forward.

Zhao Rong sighed and looked down at the guqin.

It is painted entirely in purple, with many paint repairs, and is of ordinary style.

He stretched out his fingers and played it gently, and the sound was warm and loose.

Zhao Ronghu asked: "Does this Guqin have a name?"

Yu Huaijin was quiet for only two breaths, and then said directly: "Jiuxiao Yunpei."

Zhao Rong nodded, "What a good name."

Immediately he went straight to the point:

"This mid-month exam, I won't hinder Sui Xingtang, so you don't have to give me extra lessons. It's not only a waste of my time, but also a waste of your energy. With this kind of time... you might as well supervise Brother Yushu."

I’m copying some poems.”

Zhao Rong had previously learned from Jia Tengying some of the assessment rules for the mid-month exam, the Seven Arts of Confucianism. Although he had a few shortcomings, he was still somewhat confident in poetry, Fu, classics and other major arts.

Zhao Rong calculated conservatively in private, and it was not difficult not to hinder Suixingtang's overall performance.

Fan Yushu, who was lost in the maze of words again, opened his eyes wide when he heard his friend stabbed him again, "Tzuyu, you!"

Zhao Rong ignored him and stared at Yu Huaijin.

However, the latter was silent for a moment and shook his head.

At this moment, Jia Tengying, who had been hesitating not far away for a long time, finally plucked up the courage and walked over with a basket.

He raised his head and glanced at Yu Huaijin, then lowered his head to pick up the curved cucumber and prepared to speak.

Suddenly, a big hand penetrated deeply into the bamboo basket as if no one was watching.

"Thank you, Brother Teng Ying."

When Zhao Rong saw Jia Tengying coming, he picked up the juicy and green cucumber, took a bite, and said vaguely.
Chapter completed!