At this moment, Jingzi wished she could pounce on this dissolute scholar who dared to speak frivolously to her, bite him to death, then find a hole in the ground to crawl into and never see anyone again.

She was filled with shame and anger, and her mind was in turmoil. When faced with the couplet proposed by Zhao Rong, her mind went blank.

Jingzi had always followed the teacher, and all the men she met were gentlemen with proper words and deeds, at least that was the case in front of her and the teacher. After coming to the academy, for some reason, she was treated like a lady by the students, not to mention the group of down-and-out scholars outside the gate who couldn't even enter the academy.

But I didn't expect that today I would meet such a bold and shameless person who would say such teasing words to me.

She had occasionally seen such words in some miscellaneous books when reading before, and she would blush and snap the pages shut, and spat in annoyance.

But now, such words were actually said to her by this playboy scholar in public!

Jingzi stared at Zhao Rong with her eyes fixed, her pearly teeth leaving a purple mark on her red lips. At this moment, she felt that half of her innocence in life had been ruined by Zhao Rong.

Jingzi's chest heaved violently. She sniffed hard, holding back the words that were about to overflow from her eyes.

My mind was blank at this moment, after hearing Zhao Rong asking and answering two pairs of questions in a row.

She gritted her teeth, and her voice was no longer as clear as before, but rather low and with a slight tremor.

"You, come up with another one. The one just now doesn't count... I wasn't listening carefully."

Zhao Rong nodded when he heard this. Looking at her tearful face, he was moved and said, "Searching, searching, so cold and desolate, so sad and miserable."

Jingzi's brows knitted up when she heard this. She savored this wonderful long sentence that she had never heard before and said seriously:

"Is this sentence a fragment? Is there anything else after it?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, looked at her with a smile, and did not answer.

Jingzi was helpless when she saw that Zhao Rong ignored her. She twisted the corner of her clothes with two fingers and closed her eyes to think for a while.

"Hesitating and wandering..."

She started and then paused.

"Think and think..."

She muttered a few words and shook her head vigorously.

The more I chew on Zhao Rong's peculiar repetition of words and long sentences, the more I find them wonderful, ingenious, and intriguing...

If she forced herself to deal with it, she could barely cope with it, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was not her way of dealing with it, and she was too embarrassed to do it...

Jingzi lowered her head and stared at her toes, but she could still feel everyone's gaze, especially the calm eyes of that "roguish scholar". He was not even at the Fuyao realm, but he made her feel enormous pressure.

Jingzi's little hands hung down, not knowing where to put them, and the corners of her clothes were almost torn.

Zhao Rong waited quietly for half a quarter of an hour. He looked up at the sun and estimated that the time was almost up. He turned his head and comforted her softly, "Okay, girl, go back and think about it slowly. If you really can't figure it out, go ask someone else. Well, according to the agreement, what should you call me now?"

The girl in blue had a pale face. She lowered her head and did not look at Zhao Rong who spoke, or the pair of eyes behind him.

At a certain moment, she loosened her teeth, letting go of her lips that had been bitten purple, and hesitantly squeezed out three words from her throat.

"Big...Brother..."

Zhao Rong blinked and said, "Speak louder, I can't hear you."

Jingzi clenched the hand that was pinching one corner into a fist suddenly, and was silent for a moment with no clear expression, her voice still as soft as a mosquito.

“Big Brother…”

Zhao Rong listened attentively and sighed, "Alright, you called me twice, but you should shout louder for the last sentence. If I don't know, I might think you were being coquettish. It would be so bad if I misunderstood you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jingzi suddenly raised her head and shouted in a delicate voice: "Big brother!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, but was not frightened by the sudden sound. He looked at the little girl with a strong sense of self-esteem sincerely and praised:

"Good! Very spirited, little sister!"

Jingzi couldn't help it. She had never suffered such an injustice since she became a spirit. Her eyes instantly became crystal clear, very bright in the sun. She quickly raised her hand to block it, "Just wait for me!"

The girl in blue said something fierce and ran into the room. Before leaving, she tore off the strange couplets on the wooden door and took them away.

Zhao Rong glanced at her receding figure, then turned back to look at the stunned crowd and shrugged.

…

There is a quiet courtyard in the southeast corner of Linlu Academy, hidden among the lush green forests.

There is a pink area outside the courtyard, and inside the courtyard there is a strange fragrance. Looking around, there are many flowers and plants planted.

The most eye-catching of these are the orchids of no less than a dozen colors, red, yellow, white, green, blue and orange. They should have formed a gorgeous and charming picture, but the owner of this courtyard cut and arranged them ingeniously to make them elegant and quiet.

There is a gap at the base of the courtyard wall, into which clear water flows, flows around to the front yard, and spirals out among the orchid bushes.

The courtyard is connected by paths and decorated with rocks. A plaque with the words "Yilan Youzi" hangs on the porch of a study in the middle.

The door of the study was closed, but the windows were open.

Looking through the window into the room, I saw a beauty couch placed in front of the window. Not far away, there was a large rosewood marble desk in the middle. On the desk were various calligraphy scrolls, dozens of precious inkstones, and pen holders of various colors. The pens inserted in the pen holders looked like a forest.

The courtyard is quiet, with only the sound of winding water and the sweet fragrance floating in the air.

At this moment, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open.

A handsome scholar in a loose moon-white robe walked into the courtyard.

There was no one around at this time.

The handsome scholar held the scroll in one hand behind his back, and raised the other hand with his slender index finger, which moved in the air like a dragonfly skimming the water or a butterfly flying.

He stood straight, walked lightly, and looked focused, as if he was using the air as paper and his fingers as a pen to paint.

The handsome scholar walked familiarly on a winding flower path, skillfully avoiding the fragrant orchids of various colors.

At a certain moment, the handsome scholar stopped moving his hands, nodded slightly as if thinking about something, and stopped writing with his slender hand that was used as a pen. Instead, he raised it casually and stretched it behind his head, with his head slightly tilted.

Among the blooming flowers, she gently pulled the headscarf that was holding up the man's hair on her head, and her jet-black hair slid down like a waterfall and fell on her slender shoulders.

The lady in Confucian robes has beautiful eyes and eyebrows.

She suddenly tilted her head, raised her hand to tuck her smooth but messy black hair behind her ears, revealing half of her curvaceous oval face, and rubbed her fair and delicate ears with two fingers.

When she was almost approaching the study, she suddenly stopped and squatted.

There is a pale pink orchid with a fallen seedling on the flower path.

The woman in Confucian robes frowned slightly, and gently lifted the flower with both hands. One of her frost-white hands reached into the black wet mud and turned it over. She lowered her head to look at the root of the flower with a focused expression and a frown. After a while, she sighed with dim eyes.

The woman in Confucian robes dug out the withered orchid, walked to the clear stream in the yard, washed the orchid carefully, and then buried the orchid again in the southeast corner of the yard.

After tidying up, the woman in scholarly robes pushed open the door and placed the book in her hand on the beauty couch. She turned and walked towards a screen covered with ink words inside the room.

The steps are slow and steady.

As he walked, he untied the belt of his moon-white Confucian shirt.

The Confucian robe that was originally wide and covered her body became even looser...

Bang--

At this moment, a sound was heard in the yard.

The woman in Confucian robes, who was about to take off her clothes, suddenly stopped with her hands, and looked back suddenly.

A brisk little girl in blue clothes burst into the door with her mouth pouting.

The little hand was holding a pair of couplets.