When Zhao Rong agreed that he was the one who continued the couplet, the girl in blue stared at him in silence.

Zhao Rong felt something was wrong.

at this time.

Zhao Rong stared blankly at the girl in blue in front of him with her eyebrows raised and her face tense.

She was glaring at him angrily, and the clear sound of her anger was still echoing in Zhao Rong's ears...

He glanced at the couplet on the wooden door behind the girl in blue, then slowly turned his head to look at the large group of scholars behind him who had applauded him enthusiastically not long ago but were now retreating more than ten steps away.

The strange behaviors of the girl in blue over the past two days flashed through his mind quickly, as did the reactions of his "brothers in distress" behind him.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath slowly.

The field was quiet at this moment.

Everyone was looking at him with different eyes.

He had no choice but to turn his head, slightly avoiding the murderous gaze of the girl in blue.

Zhao Rong calmly pulled his foot that was stepped on by a little foot, but failed to pull it out.

This little girl is really strong, and so is that stupid girl Xiaoxiao. Why do I always meet such weird girls?

He swallowed and said, "Little girl, misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding..."

"What did you call me?"

Zhao Rong's words were suddenly interrupted. He blinked and said, "Little..."

"How is this old lady small?"

The girl in blue opened her eyes and said angrily.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his eyelids and spoke quickly.

"That's right, that's right. The girl is in her prime, not young at all. That, girl, the couplet is a misunderstanding. I just came yesterday and don't know the whole story. Today, I saw that the couplet was unlucky, so I added it unnecessarily. I was inconsiderate. I hope..."

The girl in blue put her hands on her hips and suddenly asked, "Are you worthy?"

Zhao Rong paused, pursed his lips and looked at the little girl who spoke with such a tone of hostility.

The girl in blue looked back at the couplet that she had brought happily that morning, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Although she had just arrived at Linlu Academy with her teacher not long ago, she had long been displeased with these lazy scholars outside the academy.

At first, she believed that there might be some missed seeds of reading among them, and occasionally when she had free time, she would come out to test them. However, she became disappointed after a while. Now she saw that they were afraid of her. Haha, if they were so afraid of losing face, why were they still staying here?

Especially recently, she asked Mr. Zhu to paste couplets on the wooden door, but they always disappeared when she checked the next day.

Oh, according to the thinking of you vulgar scholars, stealing couplets cannot be called stealing, but stealing, right?

How is this the kind of gentleman that Mr. Zhu talked about?

I don’t know what those dirty guys are going to do with Mr. Zhu’s calligraphy.

The girl in blue raised her eyebrows and stared at the "dirty" scholar in front of her, her little chest rising and falling.

Today I met a guy who was adding words to a gentleman's couplet. Haha, his addition to the couplet was pretty sloppy and neat, but do you really think I don't know your dirty thoughts?

Writing a couplet together with Mr. Zhu in my family, do you feel proud of the love between a talented scholar and a beautiful woman as described in books?

Are you still thinking about making it a good story inside and outside the academy so that you can show off?

You wish!

The girl in blue crossed her arms across her chest, with her little head held high in a cute white page boy hat. She glanced at Zhao Rong with an aggressive tone.

"Are you qualified to write a continuation to the couplet written by the master?"

Zhao Rong suddenly narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

The girl in blue turned her head and glanced at the words on the couplet, then shook her head.

"This regular script is not regular script, and this cursive script is not cursive script. What the hell is this? You should practice your regular script first before showing off."

As soon as these words came out.

There was a loud laughter from the crowd at the back, many of whom were gloating and watching Zhao Rong embarrass himself with great interest.

However, some scholars kept their gazes on the few words written by Zhao Rongxu, examining them carefully without saying anything.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly, but finally licked his lips and said nothing.

He really wanted to tell her seriously that this style of calligraphy that was neither cursive nor regular was called running script, and it was not what she said was weird.

The so-called "neither regular nor cursive, it is called running script."

It is between cursive script and regular script, so it can also be said to be the cursive form of regular script or the regular form of cursive script.

In fact, running script was created to remedy the problems of cursive script being difficult to recognize and regular script being too slow to write.

Zhao Rong also wanted to sincerely tell the girl in blue that Mr. Zhu in your family's regular script is indeed very good, and even in this world, he can be regarded as a master of calligraphy.

But.

In his opinion, it is just "presentable", "okay" or "not bad".

It was only the uniqueness, delicacy and grace of a woman that made Zhao Rong take a few more glances.

But leaving these aside, the "Yan style" and "Ou style" regular script he learned are enough to lift it up, not to mention the Wei stele style and the "Two Wangs" style of calligraphy in his regular script.

Hey, I should have written in regular script earlier. Maybe a little girl like you could understand it. But if you don't know anything, you don't know anything. It's a waste of time to talk to a layman...

Zhao Rong curled his lips slightly, glanced at the little girl in blue, who was looking up with her head and arms crossed, waiting for him to argue. After thinking for a while, he did not refute anything, but said softly:

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, young lady and all of you brothers."

He cupped his hands and sighed, "I'm sorry for ruining a couplet that the girl wrote. It was indeed my fault. I am willing to do my best to compensate the girl."

The girl in blue glanced at Zhao Rong. She felt very bored to see him give in so quickly and not giving her a chance to make trouble. But her anger had almost subsided, so she snorted.

"Who cares about your compensation? I just want my husband's couplet. Can you give it back to me?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "I have already added words to Mr. Zhu's couplet, so I can't give you an identical one. However, I am willing to try my best to write another couplet and give it back to you."

The girl in blue, who had just withdrawn her foot from stepping on Zhao Rong and was about to turn around and leave, stopped when she heard this. She squinted at Zhao Rong and tilted her head and said:

"Oh, judging from your tone, you are good at writing couplets?"

"It's just so-so."

"Oh, you're so arrogant?"

The girl in blue suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Rong with raised eyebrows.

"Girl, you're overthinking it, young man..."

The petite girl in blue suddenly waved her hand and said in a coquettish and crisp voice:

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll give you a few pairs. If you can match them, I'll pretend that nothing happened today. But if you can't, and you're just fooling around here with your half-baked brain, then don't wait at the entrance of the academy anymore. Go home right now!"