Mr. Gu stopped walking after hearing this, paused for a moment, and turned back: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Rong exhaled softly upon seeing this, and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu, do you know a gentleman named Yan Jidao in the academy?"

Jingzi was standing with her hands behind her back, looking at Zhao Rong's profile with an innocent expression, but Zhao Rong had been ignoring her. When she heard what he said, she narrowed her eyes like a kitten and looked at Zhao Rong warily.

Mr. Gu raised his snow-white eyebrows and chuckled, "I know him. Of course I don't know him. I'm going to go find that hypocritical old guy to have a meal. He's my good friend. How come you know him?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and said softly:

"I am from the Great Chu Dynasty in the south. The current Great Chu State Master is Mr. Yan's senior brother. I was asked to bring a letter from the State Master to Mr. Yan. Mr. Gu, please forgive me for making a fool of myself. Now I cannot enter the academy in the short term and cannot personally hand the letter to Mr. Yan. I am worried about asking someone else to deliver it. Since Mr. Gu is Mr. Yan's good friend, can you help deliver the letter?"

Mr. Gu looked into Zhao Rong's eyes, and after listening to the whole story, he nodded slightly.

Just sending a letter?

Jingzi turned her head and rolled her eyes, but just in case, she said, "Grandpa Gu, he's a pervert..."

But before she finished her words, Mr. Gu glanced at her and nodded, "If this is the case, then it's fine."

After saying that, he went to take the letter handed to him by Zhao Rong.

When Mr. Gu saw Zhao Rong carefully taking the letter with both hands and handing it to him, a light flashed in his eyes and he also took it with both hands.

He looked down at the pale yellow envelope that had been sent from afar but was still neat and clean, and nodded, "I will definitely deliver it."

Jingzi's face puffed up when she saw this, but she didn't say anything. She couldn't say that Zhao Rong also wanted to send that letter to Mr. Yan, that was too outrageous...

Mr. Gu hesitated for a while, but turned around and left. Before leaving, he said to Zhao Rong, "Your handwriting is very good."

Zhao Rong returned the gift modestly.

After Mr. Gu left, the crowd around him gradually dispersed. They probably didn't dare to join in the fun of a petty-minded and spoiled girl, so they stayed away from her.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally completed the task entrusted by his teacher. Although he still hadn't entered the academy, at least he had put his mind at ease.

Jingzi suddenly said, "Hey, my name is Jingzi, what's your name?"

Zhao Rong still didn't look at her. He glanced in a certain direction and said without thinking, "There's no need for a yellow-haired girl who hasn't even grown all her hair yet and has nothing to offer to know so much."

Jingzi's breath was choked and she stared at Zhao Rong. She saw that he had clearly ruined his plans, but he still looked calm and indifferent as before. She was immediately furious. However, she also calmed down, at least on the surface.

Jingzi said softly, "Hey, are you very angry now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, what she didn't expect was that Zhao Rong actually nodded.

"I am really angry, but I will forgive you because you have a flat chest."

Jingzi surprisingly did not get angry this time. It was probably because after fighting with Zhao Rong, she realized that whoever gets angrier loses the argument. She said seriously:

"The teacher said that Jingzi is still young, which is normal. But you, who keep saying these frivolous words, don't act like a serious scholar at all. You can't be allowed to enter the academy."

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from somewhere, bent down to put the books back into the bookcase, and said casually: "Who said that scholars have to be serious?"

He glanced at the blue-clothed girl's serious shortcomings compared to her husband, and said, "Besides, since you can realize this serious problem, it means that you are not a child anymore. So, you are not a human, right?"

After saying that, Zhao Rong paused for a moment and carefully looked at Jing Zi, who was hurriedly crossing her arms and glancing at him.

He looked up and down and indeed found something wrong. He had not thought about it before, but now he saw that the girl in blue, apart from the appearance of a little human girl, had a personality unlike that of a child of her age, unless she was precocious. And a precocious girl wouldn't worry about whether her breasts were convex or not so early...

She is also vindictive, petty, spoiled, and needs to be disciplined...not cute at all.

Jingzi took a deep breath secretly, and facing Zhao Rong's "bold gaze", her eyes widened, but she did not answer Zhao Rong's question. Instead, she pretended to be indifferent and tilted her head and snorted.

Zhao Rong packed up his things and turned around to leave.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jingzi tilted her head and asked subconsciously out of curiosity.

Zhao Rong curled his lips and ignored the childish question. As he walked, he looked at the magnificent buildings of Duyou East City in the distance, feeling a little helpless.

It seems that I can't enter the academy in a short time, so I'd better go to Qinglianju on Wutong Street first. I don't know if Qingjun is there. From what she said before, she should stay in Taiqing Mansion often, right?

And according to what he had heard when he followed Qingjun and her companions at the foot of Youshan Mountain, Qingjun seemed to have been hiding in the cave to practice, looking for the opportunity to break through to the Haoran Realm that was delayed due to the collapse of the sword heart.

No wonder you lost weight.

Thinking this, Zhao Rong gradually walked away.

Jingzi looked alert, and when she saw that Zhao Rong seemed to be really leaving, she raised her little chin, shook her head proudly from side to side, and prepared to leave as well.

At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came.

"Excuse me, who is Zhao Rong, Zhao Ziyu?"

The voices suddenly became smaller among the crowd of scholars who had just watched a lively event and were gloating and pretending to be regretful.

Jingzi turned her head curiously.

Zhao Rong, who was walking away thinking about something in the distance, didn't react at first. Then he took a few more steps before slowly stopping.

Hey, it seems like someone is calling me... But, no one here should know my name...

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at him curiously.

I saw a tall man in scholar's uniform appear in front of the side door of the academy.

The tall man had a face like a jade crown, but his face was a little long, which made him less feminine, and made him look square and more friendly.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth were curled up, and his eyes were gently looking around at the scholars waiting in front of the door.

"It's Senior Brother Li!"

"Good afternoon, Senior Brother Li."

The scholars greeted him one after another and seemed to be very familiar with the tall man.

Li Jinshu smiled and bowed, then glanced around, ready to ask again, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the girl in blue and was startled, "Jingzi is here too?"

"Brother Li."

Jingzi, who thought she had just eliminated a scourge for the academy, shouted in a good mood.

At this moment, she was facing Li Jinshu and the side door of the academy.

Jingzi looked at the group of scholars behind Senior Brother Li with curiosity: "Who is Senior Brother Li looking for? Zhao Ziyu? Hmm, it can't be..."

She said with a somewhat surprised tone, and looked at the large group of scholars seriously. She didn't expect that another poor scholar outside the school would be selected by the teacher of the academy today. It is said that such a thing usually happens only once every few years...

Li Jinshu smiled and nodded, "Yes, I have a new junior brother. The master sent me to pick him up. His surname is Zhao and his courtesy name is Ziyu."

Jingzi's eyes were filled with curiosity. She stood on tiptoe and spoke to the scholars who had been waiting at the entrance of the academy for who knows how long, in a clear voice: "Is Zhao Ziyu here? Who is Zhao Ziyu? Congratulations, Senior Brother Li's husband, um, is Mr. Yan... Mr. Yan, he... he... is looking for you..."

The blue-dressed girl's voice was clear and loud at the beginning, but as she shouted further, her voice became smaller and smaller, the smile on her pretty face gradually disappeared, and the words that came out of her little mouth were choked up at the end...

Wait! Senior Brother Li’s husband…his husband…isn’t his surname Yan? The letter from that lecher just now…

Li Jinshu looked at Jingzi's strange expression with curiosity, but since he came here specifically to pick up his junior fellow apprentice, he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he spoke loudly to the many scholars in front of the door:

"Excuse me, is Zhao Ziyu here? The master sent me to take you to the hospital!"

The sound echoed everywhere.

When the scholars heard this, there was an uproar in the crowd. They sighed and looked around, wanting to know who Zhao Ziyu was.

Jingzi's small body suddenly stiffened for a moment, and the next second she was ready to turn around and look.

As a result, a familiar voice sounded behind her in an instant.

Slowly but seriously.

"Please make way."

Jingzi's body was stiff and motionless.

But she could feel countless eyes were looking behind her.

The next moment.

Zhao Rong walked past her and bypassed her while muttering something like "Flat-chested people are more troublesome."

Jingzi: “???”

Li Jinshu looked at Zhao Rong curiously as he walked up to him. He saw that he was carrying a book box and wearing a clean and tidy green Confucian robe. His eyes were bright and lively as he looked at him. He bowed to him and spoke calmly.

The voice was slightly hoarse, yet had a certain magnetism.

"I am Zhao Rong, Zhao Ziyu. May I ask what you want from me?"

Li Jinshu looked at Zhao Rong carefully, nodded secretly, and smiled warmly, "Junior brother Zhao, please follow me into the hospital. The master asked me to take you to see him."

Hearing Li Jinshu's address, Zhao Rong seemed to be thinking about something, but after looking at the surrounding environment, he did not ask any further questions and prepared to leave with Li Jinshu.

At this moment.

Jingzi's face turned pale and she bit her lip and said, "Senior Brother Li, this... this Zhao Ziyu is a pervert, he..."

She looked at Li Jinshu, remembered this senior brother's character, and felt that the excuse was not enough.

Jingzi turned her eyes away slightly and gritted her teeth.

"He...he wrote frivolous letters to...to my husband. Senior Brother Li, you...you must not bring him into the hospital."

Li Jinshu was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Jingzi's strange expression, then looked at Zhao Rong's calm face, blinked twice, and coughed lightly, "Ahem, I see...Um, Junior Brother Zhao, let's go quickly, the teacher is still waiting for you."

After saying that, he turned around and left without saying anything. Seeing this, Zhao Rong glanced at the people around him, shrugged his shoulders, and followed him away, striding through the wooden door that had blocked his way for a long time.

Outside the wooden door.

Only a group of scholars were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

A little girl in blue, with tears in her eyes, kicked her feet violently.