Sudden.

The scroll in Zhao Rong's hand was lifted again, but Zhu Yourong was stunned and fell again.

boom!

Some dull sounds came from the thick book, which was in close contact with her bright forehead exposed with her hair tied high.

Got attacked again.

The woman in Confucian robes narrowed her eyes, and in the next moment, she snatched the scroll from Zhao Rong's hand.

Zhao Rong, who was facing her from the side, raised the corner of his mouth and asked her to take the book without using any force.

Zhu Yourong grabbed the scroll and shook it one foot above Zhao Rong's forehead as if to demonstrate.

The latter did not dodge.

But in the end, the scroll was still not knocked down for revenge.

Because he is writing.

Zhu Yourong put down the book, propped up his chin, and looked at him quietly like a cat.

Realizing that the woman beside him was silent, Zhao Rong raised his head with a slightly surprised expression, glanced at her, and said softly:

"There is nothing wrong with your writing skills. The gestures and strokes are above the standard. However, the problem of poor calligraphy still exists. This is probably a systemic problem..."

After hearing that she had been quite proud of her writing skills in the past, Zhao Rong rated her writing skills as above average, which roughly means that she was careless and careless.

Zhu Yourong was slightly startled and stared at Zhao Rong with blinking eyes, as if there were flowers on his face.

When Zhao Rong saw this, his eyebrows gathered together, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yourong shook her head quickly, but her eyes seemed to be suddenly lit up by someone, and she stared at Zhao Rong brightly.

This woman in a Confucian shirt was not frustrated by Zhao Rong's mediocre evaluation, which made her fall from the cloud of feeling good about herself.

On the contrary, Zhu Yourong was very happy.

the reason is simple.

She is not afraid of a long journey, or even taking the wrong path.

Zhu Yourong was afraid that there was no road ahead, it was a dead end, so he could only stand still and look at the sky from the bottom of the well.

The man in front of her now, who was nominally her student, told her straightforwardly. At the same time, his presence also showed that the scenery in the distance was unique.

That's enough. Interesting people and interesting scenes are what Zhu Yourong is looking for.

At this moment, she suddenly frowned, with a look of confusion in her eyes, "Well, Tzuyu, what is...systematic?"

Sometimes some of the words that came out of Zhao Rong's mouth made her a little confused, and they sounded like the dialect of a certain place.

Is it because I haven’t read enough?

Zhao Rong thought for a while, "That's what the overall meaning is. Your problem with writing different characters is probably because there is something wrong in a certain link. It's the same type. After I find it, I will give you specific exercises and try to solve it in one go.

"

He paused for a moment, then continued: "It's like teaching someone how to fish rather than teaching someone how to fish."

Zhu Yourong nodded thoughtfully and said seriously: "I've learned a lesson, Tzuyu."

Immediately, she smiled sweetly, holding the book in her chest with one bare hand, and supporting her chin with the other hand. Her sleeves slipped down, revealing her slender wrists. The woman in Confucian robes stretched out an index finger and tapped the dimples on her cheeks.

at.

She narrowed her eyes lightly and stared at Zhao Rong intently, with a bright light in her eyes, "Tzuyu, you know so much, where did you get it from?"

Zhao Rong lowered his head and said casually, "I had a dream at the beginning of the year. There was everything in the dream. I learned it there."

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips and smiled. After being quiet for a while, her jade lips opened slightly: "Then Ziyu will turn around and tell me about this dream in detail?"

Zhao Rong paused for a moment, then smiled like a spring breeze, "Of course, but I have a story, do you have water?"

Zhu Yourong was startled, then came back to his senses and shook his head, with some small complaints written on his face, "Today I only have enough water for a cup of hot tea, and this well water... you don't know how hard it is for me."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong opened his mouth, but still swallowed what he wanted to ask, "Then...thank you for your hard work, Teacher Zhu."

The corners of Zhu Yourong's lips curled up, "It's not hard. By the way, just call me Zhu Yourong. The teacher is too boring. Tzuyu tell me about that dream."

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, "You know how to deal with life. Why didn't you look so familiar when you hit me?"

He glanced at her and changed the subject.

"Wait a moment. I'll think about the words you asked before and break them up for you. I'll explain them carefully and in simple terms."

"Um."

Zhu Yourong made a nice soft nasal sound, and when he saw this, he didn't ask any more questions.

Then, she glanced at the scroll that Zhao Rong brought in her hand.

He picked it up casually, pointed his finger between the pages, flipped through it gently, pinched it with two fingers, and pulled out a thick paper manuscript from the book.

The place you enter is the densely packed Qingyi small regular script that Zhu Yourong is familiar with.

"This is... a book sent from Yamashita to be put into the library?" She opened it with a curious tone.

"Yes." Zhao Rong responded casually, and would return it to the library later.

Zhu Yourong lowered his eyes at this manuscript, which should be based on his reading experience and suggestions from the author. He felt that just touching these small regular letters with his eyes was a different kind of enjoyment.

Pleasing to the eyes.

"Tzuyu's writing is clear, vigorous and plump, and her structure is even, steady and precise..."

She nodded and smiled, and recited a few words with emotion. Then her voice gradually became softer, and she read the content silently.

Just, after half a stick of incense.

The relaxed look on her face gradually faded, and she opened her eyes slightly and stared at the paper, with some contemplation in her eyes.

"Official history may not all be reliable, and unofficial history may not be unfounded..."

Zhu Yourong murmured on her lips. She slowly put down the manuscript she had read carefully and couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at Zhao Rong.

In fact, it is not recommended to be so meticulous when writing these foreign books.

It's not that you just deal with it casually, but the library's request is just to write down the general situation of the book in detail, fill in some entries, so that the recipients of the library can see it at a glance, and ensure that there is no prohibited content.

For example, anti-Confucianism or evil speech can be sufficient.

Some other contents, even if they are fallacies and counter-mainstream remarks that defy the general public opinion, can be viewed critically and stored in the library for future generations to read.

Therefore, most of this can be done simply, just read through and flip through.

Zhu Yourong had written it several times before in his spare time, mainly for the purpose of qualifying to enter the building, because teachers, students, and scholars were all treated equally.

It's just that Zhu Yourong has never seen anyone like Zhao Rong before, reviewing and approving word for word and writing a long article.

Moreover, at the end, it also puts forward a novel statement that "unofficial history can also be used as evidence collection materials for historical revision".

It was just a small matter, put into his hands, and he took it so seriously...

Zhu Yourong supported his chin with one hand and held up the ten-page manuscript that Zhao Rong had written eloquently with the other hand. His eyes turned back and forth between the manuscript in his hand and the profile of Zhao Rong, who was concentrating on writing.

She was quiet for a while, then tightened her hands on the manuscripts that she couldn't put down, tilted her head and said:

"Tzuyu likes to read Shanxia's history books?"

Zhao Rong came back to his senses slightly, "Ah, what."

Zhu Yourong repeated it clearly again, his tone still curious.

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It's not bad, I'll take a look at it when I have free time."

He paused and added, "Actually, it's very interesting. If you are tired of writing, you can also read books like this. Reading history will make you wise, and learn from the past..."

The young Confucian scholar shook his head and said no more.

Zhu Yourong asked curiously:

"Can this unofficial history also be included in the official books? A few days ago, Youlan Mansion asked our academy to help compile the historical materials on the changes of hundreds of dynasties in the continent over the past three thousand years. I was almost arrested, but I still declined.

After taking it off, several other gentlemen and Shushuzi took charge of this matter and connected with the history museum in Youlan Mansion."

She looked thoughtful, "However, when I see them compiling history, most of them only read official histories from various places, focusing only on factual records. Tzuyu..."

Zhao Rong did not explain, but suddenly asked: "What does the new city lord of Youlan Mansion want to do to compile history? It is said that new officials have three fires after taking office. Is he going to burn it here?"

"Who knows." Zhu Yourong didn't hesitate anymore. Hearing the words, he said casually, "Duyou is the largest monk city in Wangquezhou, and it is located at the end of the Xuanhuang Cape. This is a place of great significance, so the Lord of Duyou

This seat…”

She finished speaking and paused.

"If in several other continents, there were Taizong of the human race and the electorate, this lady would just be an angry little daughter-in-law, but in the current Wangque Continent...

When I walked along the way before, I rarely interfered with the affairs of the mountain at the Tianya Jiange. The north side of Wangquezhou was better. The Jiange was located in Beihai, and there were two large sects to help maintain some order. However, the south side of Wangquezhou did not.

A big power with the right to speak, and many dynasties under the mountain, the chaos is quite obvious."

Zhu Yourong shook her head and looked at Zhao Rong who was listening with great interest. She lowered her head and continued to turn over the manuscript in her hand, but she continued to speak, but her tone was slightly casual.
To be continued...