The next day.

The sky is turning white.

Nanxuan School Building, Dongli Xiaozhu, and North House.

Zhao Rong blew out the lamp that had been lit all night, stretched out his hand and yawned.

I had two calligraphy classes yesterday afternoon, and the last class at Zhengyi Hall ended with a uniform sound of "Teaching by Mr. Taught".

After he gave the students of Zhengyi Hall the same assignment as Suixing Hall to write about their reading experience, he returned from the foot of Linlu Mountain. He wanted to rest at night, but then he thought of the unofficial history he brought back and couldn't help but flip through it.

A night of books.

What makes Zhao Rong feel quite coincidental is that this unofficial history of the barnyard official happened to come from the Yamashita dynasty where the Confucian scholar in the scarf lived. The country was named Nankang. It was a privately compiled history book of the previous dynasty. According to Brother Zhao of this dynasty, it was a remote and small country.

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However, Zhao Rong read the book with undiminished interest all night, and what he could see from it was that the scenery of Nankang and the process of dynasty change were quite tortuous and complicated.

Therefore, this should happen to be one of the batch of books sent by the Confucian scholar in the square scarf.

In front of the desk by the window in the north room, Zhao Rong closed the book that had been turned to the last page, took a long breath, and looked at the white fish belly on the horizon.

This kind of family story written by the officials at the foot of the mountain makes people unable to put it down. Most of the unofficial histories are anecdotes that the compilers have heard, witnessed or heard from hearsay. Although there may be rumors that are based on rumors, they are definitely more boring than the boring "Family History of Emperors, Generals and Prime Ministers"

Much more interesting.

Moreover, based on his experience in studying ancient literature in his previous life, the details in unofficial histories are not found in the concise and concise official history, which has its own great value.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, pondered for a moment, rolled up his sleeves, and placed at the end of a paper scroll on the table filled with densely written in elegant regular script, he added another sentence through the back of the paper:

'Official history may not all be based on, and unofficial history may not all be unfounded. It needs to be carefully selected... I despise that this unofficial history is useful for the compilation of the history of Nankang. I suggest that the library include it in the historical materials of Nankang. It is my humble opinion.

For reference, Mochi student, Suixingtang Zhao Ziyu.'

Cover conclusion.

Put away the pen.

He flexed his fingers and nodded, looking satisfied.

"Tsk, you have so much free time, why not practice more and waste your energy on these boring things all day long."

In the heart of the lake, there is no good air.

Zhao Rong raised his eyelids.

Last night, Gui seemed to be bored again and took the initiative to chat with him. However, at that time, Zhao Rong was reading history and was interested in it. He casually said a few words and ignored it.

Since returning to the academy, these days have been like this. Long nights, he stayed up late reading.

There is no way, there are too many things to learn, the Thirteen Confucian Classics need to be read carefully, and some arts that I didn’t pay attention to before need to be supplemented. Occasionally, I can’t help but read a few favorite idle books and story novels. Sometimes I miss Qingjun.

When he was young, he would still sit in front of the west window and write poems by the candlelight and bright light.

But Zhao Rong thinks this kind of life is quite good.

Chatting and the like, I have been wandering around in the news all day long in my previous life, and I feel like I have finished chatting for two lifetimes. This feeling of being quiet and doing his own thing in the academy is like taking a sip of warm wine.

The body is warm.

Besides, Zhao Rong has always felt that good brothers, who have to stick together all day long, don't live their own lives most of the time. Occasionally, when they miss each other, they go to each other and talk about some inhumane thoughts.

Therefore, people like Gui who liked to chat with him every night made Zhao Rong feel that something was wrong, so he had to act properly.

In front of the desk, Zhao Rong thought for a while and said:

"Gui, I really don't have anything to talk about with you about studying and personnel matters."

Sword Spirit: "..."

After being quiet for a while, it suddenly smiled and said sincerely:

"No, please don't. Even if we can talk, Mr. Zhao, please don't talk to me. Just talk to your book. If anything happens in the future, ask it."

Zhao Rong reached out and rubbed his eyebrows.

Why do I feel like something is getting more and more wrong, yet I can still compete with the book...

"That..." He started to speak.

Gui interrupted: "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. Just sleep for a few days and don't bother me... However, if you are about to be beaten to death, please inform me and let me come out."

Look which hero has done what I have always wanted to do."

Zhao Rong's tone was hesitant, "This...isn't this good? It's better not to sleep."

Returning to the Cold War, "What? You can't bear to part with it, hey, weren't you just a scholar who was obsessed with studying?"

"No." Zhao Rong shook his head and said with a worried expression: "What you said before about the old martial arts..."

"…………"

Gui Bu said angrily: "You're so impatient, come and ask me for it when you get to Fuyao."

Zhao Rong was relieved and smiled, "Okay."

"You, hum."

Gui took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

Zhao Rong waited for a moment and called it, but there was no sound again. He probably fell asleep.

He shook his head, then tidied the table and stuffed the reading experience and detailed summary of the book into the unofficial history book.

Zhao Rong looked at the sky outside and prepared to go out. There was no class this morning, and he happened to have an appointment with a certain orchid-like woman.

He has to go to Yilanxuan and drink a cup of hot orchid tea in the morning, a special orchid tea. If nothing unexpected happens, he will take another pulse in the next two days. After the previous pulse shock and so many days of cultivation, he should recover.

That's almost it, plus the bonus of the fifth cup of Zhengguanjingjing water...

Zhao Rong stood up, paused for a moment, thought for a moment, rolled up the unofficial history he had finished reading, held it in his hand, and took it away with him.

Anyway, I have finished reading it, and I happened to be on my way to Yilanxuan, so I returned it to the library first and brought back another book.

In the early morning, Zhao Rong was in a good mood and felt that everything was going well. Apart from being busy for so many days, he could drink a glass of well water and start taking pulses, which was a step closer to the Fuyao state of 'suppressing' his wife.

There is another reason.

That means the ten-day holiday is coming again.

Zhao Rong went out briskly. Taking advantage of Brother Teng Ying not getting up early, he 'stole' some fresh fruits and vegetables, mixed them with morning dew and morning light, tasted them carefully, and headed all the way to Yilanxuan...

The days in autumn are a bit short, and the sky was just bright before Zhao Rong went out. When he arrived outside Yilanxuan, the sun was already almost climbing up to the sky, lighting up the world.

A small book stand used by book lovers.

Zhao Rong glanced at the familiar couplets neatly pasted on the courtyard door and was quiet for a while.

Not sure what he thought of, he chuckled and shook his head.

He raised his hand.

dong dong dong

A knock on the door broke the early morning tranquility of the quiet courtyard where orchids are most popular.

Then it was quiet.

Then, the sound of footsteps gradually increased from far to near, from slow to rapid, and finally stopped suddenly at what seemed to be an extremely close distance.

squeak

"Who...ah...ah..."

Along with the sound of the door opening, there was a somewhat familiar girl's crisp voice.

Zhao Rong hid his hands in his sleeves and looked down.

I saw that the courtyard door had been opened inwards, revealing a little head wearing a blue schoolboy hat. However, at this moment, the girl in blue had a rather strange shape, and the hat, which was wider than the little head, was tilted to one side.

He was holding the door handle on the right with one hand and a small shovel with wet black soil on it with the other.

If there is another ferocious expression, combined with this look, then Baizheng will be a green forest hero who is about to rob...

At this moment, she seemed to have seen him clearly as a visitor who had arrived early in the morning. Her mouth remained slightly open, her movements paused, and the words that emerged from her lips gradually became quieter.

"You, who are you looking for?"

Jingzi's eyes opened slightly, and she subconsciously took a step back. She followed Zhao Rong's gaze and looked at the flower shovel she was holding. With a swish, she hurriedly hid the shovel behind her back and blinked at him.

Zhao Rong's lips twitched slightly.

Who to look for?

It must be your husband. Could it be that he is looking for a little girl like you?

He said softly, "Good morning, miss. Is Mr. Zhu here? I made an appointment with her a few days ago and will come to visit today."

"Oh, I'm here." Jingzi looked serious and nodded, "Mr...Mr., please come with me."

Her mood was the same as her expression. She was a little embarrassed. Without thinking much, she just turned sideways and stepped out of the way. After Zhao Rong stepped through the door, she closed the door again, hid a small flower shovel in her back, and trotted in front of Zhao Rong.

lead the way.
To be continued...