Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at Zhu Weirui's smile.

Beautiful and elegant willow-leaf eyes, upturned mouth corners like orchid petals, and an indescribable orchid temperament. As long as you get a little closer to her, the fresh orchid fragrance will always linger on the tip of your nose.

In his previous life, Zhao Rong had firmly believed that men and women were no different for a long time. He had always retained a skeptical attitude towards the idea that "women are made of water." He felt that both men and women were made of "cement" and there were always more or less imperfections.

A perfect imperfection, no matter how it is corrected.

It's just that at this moment, Zhao Rong wanted to say "it smells so good" in every sense of the word.

The Mr. Zhu in front of me currently feels like he is made of water, soft and flawless. By the way, he also needs to add a little orchid. Well, it is like the cup of orchid that Zhao Rong is holding in his hand.

Just by looking at and smelling the tea, you can taste it as if you are looking at plum blossoms to quench your thirst. It has just the right taste, neither light nor strong. The orchid tea is clear and translucent, and the tea mist is warm, moist and sweet, and it warms your hands.

It makes people want to take a sip.

The same ones that gave Zhao Rong the same senses were Qingjun and Xiaoxiao in his heart, as well as some mountain fairies he had seen in Taiqing Mansion.

Perhaps because of their spiritual practice, they appear to be spotless and flawless at first glance, as if they are made of water.

Zhao Rong tilted his head and looked away from Zhu Weirui's face. He changed the red sandalwood teacup he was holding in his right hand to his other hand, and looked at the table where Zhu Weirui's jade fingers were just writing with water on his eyelids.

I only see the eight-character lowercase letters.

'A square inch has its own world.'

The font is elegant and charming, which is a typical calligraphy style of Tiepai. It is also true that there is probably no Beipai style in this part of the world.

For a moment, Zhao Rong's eyes paused.

Zhu Weirui, who had been paying attention to him, saw this scene, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

She pursed her lips and stared at Zhao Rong's profile, looking at the words she had just written.

His eyes moved back and forth, seemingly cautiously.

Zhu Weirui's waist and shoulders became more dignified and straight. She held her sleeves with both hands, her breathing became lighter, and she remained quiet.

Yu Huaijin on the side happened to raise his eyes at this moment, and together with the students outside this small world who could only see the picture but could not hear the sound, they saw this scene that seemed to be familiar to them.

Yu Huaijin opened his mouth slightly, a little surprised, because the Mr. Zhu in front of him was like a student who handed in his homework to the teacher and was waiting for his correction. His expression was a little uneasy, but he also looked like he could win praise.

Faintly looking forward to it.

This scene is very familiar to Yu Huaijin and the students of Sui Xing Hall in the open space, aren't they the same ones from before...

Zhu Weirui actually didn't notice her own changes, because all her attention was focused on that person, her movements and expressions were involuntary, and she didn't feel anything was wrong.

There is no before or after in learning, and those who have mastered it are the teachers.

Moreover, calligraphy is already in extremely decline. At her position, it is almost unprecedented and unprecedented. It is extremely difficult to find other things to learn from. She can only move forward alone in the vast night and carefully explore step by step. However,

At this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly appeared, like a confused traveler late at night, suddenly saw a fellow traveler in the distance who had walked further than her, and also lit a dazzling lamp. This made Zhu Weirui not feel embarrassed.

.

This is why she had such a big reaction when she saw the character Zhao Rong on the couplet.

After waiting for a while, Zhu Weirui looked at Zhao Rong's expression and couldn't help but speak, with a slightly timid tone.

"Mr. Zhao... how about these words for the little girl."

When Yu Huaijin, who was standing behind her, heard this, her eyelids twitched and she couldn't help but look at the teacher. She opened her mouth but stopped talking.

Zhao Rong stared at the eight words "Juanxiu" on the table and frowned suddenly.

Zhu Weirui's shoulders trembled slightly, she bit her lip and made no sound, but her beautiful eyebrows were tightly gathered together.

The woman in Confucian shirt looked at her own words without blinking, with a serious expression.

"The handwriting is already very good." Zhao Rong frowned and looked at her, "It's just..."

Zhu Weirui was stunned and said anxiously: "Master, it's just nothing."

Zhao Rong had no choice but to say, "Sir, can you please stop calling me that? I am a student of Mochi, and you are a gentleman of the academy. I cannot bear the word 'gongzi'."

Yu Huaijin had already closed her mouth, and she glanced at Zhao Rong.

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Zhu Weirui breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she blinked, a smile appeared on her lips again, and she nodded lightly, "Okay, but today we are officially acquainted, so we have to specify our titles."

Zhao Rong rested his arms on the table, continued to pick up the purple hair pen, played with it in his hand, and thought for a moment, "Okay, as long as you don't call me Young Master again."

Zhu Weirui narrowed her eyes and said, "What is Ziyu's name outside the academy?"

"A single word is a Rong, and a pen is a Rong."

Zhu Weirui nodded and tasted his words, "Rong...Zhao Rong, whose name is Ziyu, Rong, Bingge, Yu, beautiful jade, turns fighting into jade and silk, a good name."

Zhao Rong smiled casually and said, "Mr. Zhu, what about you."

Zhu Weirui opened her mouth, then suddenly closed it again, smiling the same way: "Tzuyu, guess what."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, "Mr.'s surname is Zhu, and the courtesy name is Wei Rui. The two characters Wei Rui mean lush vegetation and prosperous orchids. Most of the names given by elders are the opposite of the characters. So, sir, what is the meaning of your name?"

It is probably the opposite of 'Wei Rui', and this is a suitable name for a woman, and it should not be too complicated, but should be popular and smooth..."

When he got here, he paused, then shook his head and laughed, "The range is too large, and it is too difficult to guess the same thing, but... I have a look at Mr.'s demeanor and his affinity with orchids, so let's take a guess at Mr.'s name.

, has the word ‘quiet’ or ‘quiet’, or is it actually ‘quiet’ or ‘quiet’?”

After he finished speaking, Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Weirui curiously, waiting for her answer, but the latter smiled and looked at him without saying a word, but his smile seemed to be even brighter than before.

Zhu Weirui nodded slightly and shook his head slightly.

Zhao Rong stopped playing with the pen in his hand, looked at her with bright eyes, and said with interest, "Mr. Zhu, please don't show off. Is it right or wrong?"

Zhu Weirui's face was full of smiles. She put her hands in front of her belly and glanced at Zhao Rong who was holding it in her hands. She had not yet drank the orchid tea, and the white smoke coming out of it had gradually become less and less.

Zhao Rong understood, immediately raised his glass, lowered his head and took a sip.

The tip of the tongue is slightly sweet and the taste is refreshing. In an instant, the warm and sweet tea flows from the tip of the tongue to the throat, like a flame, warming the throat and stomach.

He took a deep breath and felt that the fragrance was still lingering on his teeth and cheeks.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but raise his head and pour the cup again, and drank it all in one gulp. Then, he couldn't help but let out a breath, feeling particularly comfortable.

Zhu Weirui narrowed her eyes and nodded, reached out to take the teacup, poured another cup of misty tea from the pot and handed it over.

Zhao Rong took the hot tea and did not thank him politely. For some reason, he felt that his body felt indescribably comfortable after just drinking a cup of tea.

Zhao Rong glanced at the second cup of hot tea in his hand, which contained water from the Zhengguan Well.

At this time, although he did not raise his head to look, from the corner of his eye he could feel the direct looks in his eyes from his Suh Xing Hall classmates.

It must be a psychological effect, Zhao Rong twitched his lips.

After hearing Zhao Rong's speculation about the teacher's name, Yu Huaijin, who had been looking down quietly, couldn't help but glance at him sideways, with an indescribable look in his eyes. This change in his eyes had gradually begun since Zhu Weirui sat down here.

It's like... getting to know each other again.

And after seeing Zhao Rong and her husband talking and laughing with each other in such a natural and tacit understanding, Yu Huaijin's eyes became more complicated.

Zhao Rong took another sip of tea and raised his head, "Mr. Zhu, don't you want to drink it?"

Zhu Weirui shook the teapot, thought about it, and poured herself a cup.

She has never tasted the water from the Zhengguan Well since she got it. If she hadn't wanted to increase the enthusiasm of everyone in Suixingtang today, especially the guy in front of her who seemed to have no desires or desires, Zhu Weirui would have probably taken the water out of the well.

She had forgotten the water in her mind, but for now, it was of no use to use the well water as a lucky draw. Zhao Rong, the "fool", didn't say a word that convinced her, so she had to go out in person to win.

Feeding a tiger...

Zhu Weirui smiled, shook the teapot again, and put away the empty teapot and the empty bamboo tube together.

"Mr. Zhu hasn't told me the answer yet."

The woman in Confucian robes elegantly picked up the tea cup. In the mist of tea, she took a sip with her red lips. She raised her head warmly, squinted her eyes lightly, and said with a crisp and warm voice:

"Yourong, the little girl's surname is Zhu and her first name is Yourong."

Zhao Rong murmured, "Yourong...Zhu Yourong, whose name is Wei Rui. The orchids are in full bloom. This is Wei Rui, but it is isolated and empty, and its elegance is lonely and no one can appreciate it. This is You Rong, a good name."

Zhu Weirui smiled and lowered her head.

Seeing this scene, Yu Huaijin frowned.

Zhao Rong was referring to the woman's maiden name, but his expression suddenly froze. He didn't know what he thought of. He couldn't help but glance at Zhu Weirui and her... with her head buried in her chest.

"That ahem..."

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, quickly looked back, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, swallowing the question he wanted to ask Zhu Yourong if he had a sister named Xuanran.

Zhu Weirui noticed something, looked at Zhao Rong strangely, and asked doubtfully: "Tzuyu, my name is Yourong, but what's wrong with it?"

Zhao Rong shook his head like a rattle, "Nothing wrong, nothing wrong. It's a good name that suits you very well, sir. Zhu Yourong, Zhu Yourong, cough cough."

When Zhu Weirui heard this, she smiled sheepishly and said, "Thank you, Tzuyu."

Zhao Rong nodded, but his eyes were still a little uncontrollable, and he couldn't help but glance at a certain canteen.

He took a slight breath. He hadn't noticed it when we got along before. Now he saw that Mr. Zhu was wearing a loose goose-yellow Confucian shirt. Although Zhao Rong looked at it now, he was far from the angry waves and the peaks.

The magnificent scene, just like the normal undulations of the green mountains in the distance on the other side of the river, is almost the same as that of the little girl.
To be continued...