Well, this is the exception.

Zhao Rong classified himself into a certain category without blushing.

He already has Qingjun and Xiaoxiao.

I had thought about not being involved in flirting with women before, so I kept avoiding Mr. Zhu.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. The first time I skipped class, I was caught on the spot and blocked me back.

Now that I promised to teach Zhu Yourong's calligraphy, I was also infected by her beliefs and experiences.

The two got along well and had a great conversation.

However, Zhao Rong knew that he also knew that as the "First Confucian scholar" Zhu Yourong also knew.

It is extremely dangerous for the two of them, whether they are either of them or together, to try to get closer even if they take one step.

There is a red line between the two.

This is transformed by Confucian etiquette and law that is invisible but never exists all the time.

He is a student and she is a teacher.

Unless you can change your identity, one step further will be to stand opposite to millions of Confucian scholars.

Needless to say, there is a tacit understanding between Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong.

However, when Zhao Rong thought about it carefully, he seemed to be getting too close to each other a few days ago.

So it’s no wonder that there are a few pairs of bright little eyes next to you now.

Maybe it was because there were too few friends in calligraphy, so the two of them fell in love with each other and couldn't help but...

He actually has great confidence in himself.

I won't take the initiative to take that step.

Many men always can't help but narcissistically wonder whether the other person is interested in him because of a woman's inexplicable look or a close move...

Zhao Rong understands this psychology very well, because so do he.

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And now it seems...

In the quiet study, Zhao Rong looked at Teacher Zhu, who looked as usual, but she didn't look at him more.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Feeling that worries are a bit redundant.

Alas, I was all "poisoned" by those wrong novels and movies in my previous life...

So, now, this is the situation of getting along.

As long as Zhao Rong comes to find Teacher Zhu, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi will most likely be there to accompany him.

Both of them got what they wanted.

He taught Teacher Zhu to write and helped her lead two school calligraphy classes.

She helped Zhao Rong collect Zhengguanjing well water and helped him practice.

The two of them occasionally exchanged calligraphy with high mountains and flowing waters.

Zhao Rong thought this kind of getting along is also good.

And this is the real life. How could I develop in the wrong direction like what is written in the book...

"Brother Zhao."

Yu Huaijin's voice suddenly rang.

Breaking the peace in the study.

Zhao Rong came to his senses and found that he seemed to have been staring at Zhu Yourong for too long. Yu Huaijin looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhao Rong coughed twice awkwardly.

Zhu Yourong, who was writing quietly, paused her brush, raised her head and looked at Zhao Rong casually, and then lowered her head and wrote again.

In this way, half an hour later, the night gradually became deeper.

During this period, Zhao Rong was a little surprised by Zhu Yourong's calligraphy progress, and she was indeed extremely talented.

He only teaches many brushstrokes and brushstrokes once he can master the general essence.

Even just one thing is understandable and learn from one example.

The two of them are also aware of etiquette and integrity when they get along with each other.

Soon, Zhao Rong looked out the window and said goodbye.

Zhu Yourong smiled and nodded, thanked her seriously, and made an appointment for the next time Zhao Rong came to "drink tea".

Afterwards, she sent Jingzi to send Zhao Rong out of Yilanxuan.

Shortly after Zhao Rong and Jingzi left.

Yu Huaijin also said goodbye and left with Bifang.

The woman in Confucian silhouette stood quietly behind the desk and watched everyone leave.

She looked at the empty room and became quiet.

At some point, the woman in Confucian shirt frowned slightly, raised her hand to cover her chest, and then walked quickly behind the screen.

Soon, she took off something she hated but had to get involved and returned to the desk.

The woman in Confucian shirt, who was free from a layer of restraint, breathed a long sigh.

She turned her head and looked at the dark scenery outside the window.

In the distance, those buildings with strict regulations and engravings in Confucian academies are hidden in the night and arranged in a row, like a pitch-black high wall, which is reflected in the eyes of women in Confucian blouses, and are filled with blackness.

She walked to the window, took back the orchids outside the window, and closed the window tightly.

The woman in the Confucian shirt looked down at the orchids blooming alone in the flower pot, and suddenly smiled.

She returned to the table, placed the flower pot on the table, laid paper and grind the ink, and continued to write at her desk.

Orchids, calligraphy, and this quiet study.

These are all what she strives for.

She is already content.

I can't expect anything else.

...

In the academy, in the southeast corner, there is a small path hidden in the forest.

It's pitch black.

There are two black shadows rushing on the way.

There is no moon tonight, and the surroundings are covered with grayness.

But it can also be seen that these two black figures, one thin and the other is slender and tall.

The short one walked in front.

A slim walks behind.

The two walked silently.

At one moment, when passing by a sparse forest, the light from the brightly lit building outside was shining into the forest, forming several slanted beams of light.

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The man in front of him was stern.

The man behind was slender, holding a fiery red rust bag in his hand.

In the darkness.

"Little Master."

The slender girl spoke.

The old-fashioned girl walked quietly without making a sound.

Then, the two were silent for a while.

The slender girl suddenly said, "My little master, I want to eat him."

"no."

The old-fashioned girl's voice was calm, but her tone was unquestionable.

"oh."

The slender girl responded softly and stopped talking.
Chapter completed!