When the girl in blue closed the door, the crowd waiting outside the side door was quiet for a while, and then a low voice was heard.

Zhao Rong murmured, "Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone..."

His eyes were fixed on the strange couplet.

Zhao Rong's brows slowly raised, not only because the content of the couplet was very interesting and unlucky, but it was posted on the side door of the academy, although the side door was not as important as the main door.

Also because the words on the couplets are very interesting. Well, you can also say that the person who wrote the couplets is very interesting.

The regular script on the couplets is elegant and graceful, the wet ink has a moist luster, and exudes a faint ethereal beauty. Every word is graceful and elegant, just like an orchid, isolated from the world, quiet and elegant.

It is said that handwriting reflects the character of the writer. Although this is not absolute, the words on the couplet on the wooden door really make it hard for people not to be attracted by the writer... The woman felt a liking for him.

Zhao Rong admired the calligraphy without blinking. He was fond of calligraphy and finally met an interesting fellow calligrapher. He was immediately delighted and looked at the calligraphy quietly.

"Mr. Zhu has written another couplet. What's wrong with this couplet today? Ahem."

"You guys, you're causing Mr. Zhu trouble again..."

"Isn't this great? I can feast my eyes. By the way, how many pairs of this month is this?"

Some random words from the surroundings came into Zhao Rong's ears.

A scholar sighed, "Alas, I have been friends with Mr. Zhu for a long time..."

Someone sneered, "Tsk, you are the only one who wants to have a spiritual connection with a female teacher? How would the teacher know you? You should wait until you enter the academy before you say this."

"you……"

Zhao Rong's expression changed. Seeing that the surroundings became a little more lively because of this couplet, he carefully asked some scholars around him who seemed to be having sex. Soon, he got a general idea.

This Ms. Zhu is one of the few female teachers in the academy. Her name is Zhu Weirui. I heard that she has just arrived at Linlu Academy not long ago, but she has already become quite famous.

Zhao Rong asked curiously, "What does Mr. Zhu look like?"

A scholar beside him opened his eyes wide:

"Vulgar, you are so vulgar! How can you judge a talented woman like Ms. Zhu who has read all the ancient and modern sage books, poetry, and songs, and is proficient in everything, based on her appearance? You are just full of dirty thoughts!"

"..."Zhao Rong.

The scholar was dignified and upright, and reprimanded Zhao Rong in righteous words, with an expression that said, "We are ashamed to be associated with you."

Other scholars who were attracted by the scolding echoed, "That's right, what we admire most about Ms. Zhu is her character and talent... However, such a beautiful woman must be as fair as autumn water, as white as jade, and she must be quiet and elegant, with a kind heart..."

Everyone responded in agreement.

Zhao Rong was speechless after receiving a lot of contemptuous looks.

Why do I feel like you guys also want to know what Mr. Zhu looks like?

Look how fluently you guys use adjectives to describe her appearance...

Zhao Rong shook his head in his heart, but didn't say anything else. The most urgent thing now was to get into Linlu Academy in a fair and open manner...

etc.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head and looked at the strange couplet again. The provocative look and snort that the strange girl gave before she left just now came to his mind.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of scholars in the crowd around him who looked hesitant or eager to try.

Zhao Rong turned around suddenly. He had been single for nearly forty years in his past and present lives. Although he had been a little idle recently, his hands were still extremely nimble. He took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bookcase and quickly ground ink with the clear ink block.

Next second.

Zhao Rong flashed up the stairs and came to the wooden door for the first time.

The scholars below were all looking at the scene in astonishment. For a moment, they looked at each other in silence.

Zhao Rong held the inkstone in one hand and the brush in the other. Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which was most likely a test by Mr. Zhu among the scholars outside the academy, he shook his head slightly, threw the headband that fell on his chest behind him, and decisively started writing on the strange couplet.

In full view of the crowd, Zhao Rong wrote with great ease and splashed ink with great grace.

In less than ten breaths, he hooked his right hand, drew the final stroke, then suddenly turned around, smiled calmly, faced all the gazes, walked down the stairs casually, and returned to his original place.

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on the couplet that someone had just added.

The couplet at this moment is:

Blessings are unparalleled until now

Misfortunes never come singly

The couplet that seemed very unlucky just a moment ago, now has a drastic change in meaning after just a few words are added to the end!

Everyone watched, was silent for a while, then cheered and clapped in unison, praising the performance.

Facing everyone's praise and various looks, Zhao Rong remained calm, but also watched them silently.

Some people looked admiringly.

Some people looked at him in surprise, probably because he deliberately used running script that had never appeared in this world, Zhao Rong thought secretly.

Some people looked disdainful.

Is there anyone...with a playful look on his face?

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, but ignored it.

He packed his things and started waiting again.

This time I took the initiative to show off, not for the sake of my fellow sufferers outside the door.

So, open the door quickly...

Zhao Rong stared at the wooden door, but he no longer had the anxiety of being turned away. His mind had unknowingly drifted hundreds of miles away.

What is Qingjun doing now?

And Xiaoxiao, is this silly girl curled up in the quilt again and unable to get up?

Zhao Rong's mind traveled thousands of miles and time passed by unknowingly.

Soon it was almost noon from early morning, and it seemed that it was almost time for some teachers in Linlu Academy to finish their classes.

Squeak

Suddenly a sound was heard, and Zhao Rong was alerted. He immediately stood up and stared.

I saw the wooden door being opened again.

It’s the girl in blue again this morning!

Zhao Rong looked expectant.

The girl in blue seemed to be responsible for managing the opening and closing of this door. It was close to noon, and someone might want to enter or exit this door later, so she came to open the door.

After she pushed open the wooden door, she glanced outside casually as usual, then turned around and prepared to go back.

Zhao Rong's heart tightened.

Quick, look at the couplet!

The girl in blue, who had just turned around, put her hands behind her back, and took a step with her short legs, seemed to have heard Zhao Rong's anxious voice.

Her small body suddenly paused, and her other foot, which was about to step forward, hung in the air.

immediately,

Then he slowly took it back.

The girl in blue tilted her head, took a step back, and looked towards the open wooden doors on both sides.

For a moment, she was stunned.

Zhao Rong let out a sigh of relief. He finally saw it. Well, this little girl is quite smart.

The girl in blue slowly turned around, stepped out of the threshold, walked silently outside the door, stood on the steps and stared at everyone.

The crowd below the stairs had become extremely quiet since some time ago.

The girl in blue narrowed her big black eyes and looked at everyone. She then turned back to look at the special couplet that she had just asked for from the teacher in the morning.

The girl in blue turned around and asked seriously, "Who put it on?"

This was the first time Zhao Rong heard her speak, well, except for the soft hum in the morning. Although the girl in blue looked very young, she did not have a childish voice. Instead, her voice was sweet and crisp, with a sense of ethereality, like an orchid in a valley.

However, Zhao Rong didn't have the energy to think about these things at the moment.

“Ahem~”

He quickly coughed lightly so that everyone in the audience could hear it, then put one hand behind his back and held the other hand in front of him, and walked forward as everyone watched.

However, what made Zhao Rong wonder was... why were all these guys around him retreating? Uh, was this necessary?

The girl in blue ignored the retreating crowd and immediately locked her eyes on Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong came to the steps in front of the girl in blue.

Even though the girl in blue was standing on the steps, Zhao Rong was still a head taller than her.

The girl in blue pouted her lips, without looking up, but instead rolled her eyes slightly upwards, looking at Zhao Rong, who was slightly taller than her.

"Did you continue it?"

Zhao Rong blinked, covered his mouth with his fist again, and coughed lightly, but still did not speak. Instead, he bowed to her.

Expression is humble.

The air was silent for three seconds.

The girl in blue was furious. She raised her little foot and slammed it against Zhao Rong's foot like a little wild cat with its fur standing on end.

"Ah! I finally got a pair of cards from the master that will never be stolen again, and you gave it to me again?!"

"..."Zhao Rong.