Southeast corner of Linlu Academy.

A quiet yard.

The door of the study room with the plaque "Yilan Youzi" was opened from the outside.

"Jingzi, Jingzi..."

A woman in Confucian clothes looked around the room.

Empty.

Zhu Weirui, who had just returned from get out of class, whispered, "This girl, why hasn't she come back yet?"

She grabbed the hem of her wide scholar's robe, walked into the house, placed the book in her hand on the desk, and prepared to go behind the screen to change clothes as usual.

But her eyes suddenly caught sight of the other side of the study, where the small desk specially prepared for her personal servant was scattered with books and the bookshelves were haphazardly arranged.

"I've told you so many times, but you're still so rough."

Zhu Weirui shook his head, walked slowly to the small desk, rolled up his wide sleeves, and tidied up the messy desk.

A pair of white slender hands flitted between the blue and black book covers on the red lacquered table like butterflies among the flowers, making them look even whiter. But if you look closely, you can find that these hands, which should have only touched romantic things, have obvious light pink calluses on the first joint of the right middle finger, which destroys the overall beauty.

The woman in Confucian robes lowered her head in front of the desk, tidying up the table with a serious look. At a certain moment, she picked up a stack of poetry books, turned around and walked to the bookshelf, raised her head and stood on tiptoe to stuff the books into the grid above.

Suddenly, a piece of white paper slid down from the pages of a book of poetry, stopped on her smooth forehead for a moment, and then fell to the ground.

Zhu Weirui opened her eyes slightly, her picturesque eyebrows slightly raised, she bent down to pick up the piece of white paper and looked at it carefully.

Next second.

Her beautiful eyes slowly narrowed, and a few small words on the white paper were reflected in her bright pupils.

Zhu Weirui stared for a moment, and his slightly curled lips subconsciously opened slightly.

"Searching and searching, it's cold and desolate, so miserable... so sad. Searching and searching... it's cold and desolate..."

Soon after, she reluctantly moved her eyes away from the line of words and looked around at Jingzi's small desk.

Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she looked around purposefully.

Not long.

She reached out from under a thick book and pulled out a corner of the origami paper. She opened it gently and found that it was indeed the couplet that Jingzi took away in the morning and brought back at noon.

After spreading it out, Zhu Weirui lowered his head and took a closer look.

She had casually written this couplet, so she was naturally very familiar with it. However... at this moment, she didn't know who had added six more words to the couplet.

As soon as those six unfamiliar words entered Zhu Weirui's eyes, before she could even smile at this cleverly continued couplet, her expression suddenly froze.

The corners of Zhu Weirui's mouth maintained a slight arc and stopped curling up.

The midday sun shone through the window and onto the couplet in her hand, drowning those familiar yet strange and uniquely beautiful fonts, dyeing them a dazzling golden color.

The woman in Confucian clothes sat alone in front of the desk, with her head lowered, staring at the thin paper in her hand, motionless.

If it weren't for the dust floating in the light golden beam, her flat and slightly rising chest, and the black hair that she had just let down when she returned to the yard, which was blown by the breeze to her slightly parted lips...

If it weren't for these, the desk would seem like a still picture.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The woman in Confucian clothes who was bowing her head like a marble statue in front of the table finally moved.

She still kept her head down, her eyes never leaving the paper. She had never seen such a font in her life but it exuded a strange beauty and allowed her to vaguely glimpse a new font with infinite possibilities.

The door to the new world seems to be hidden in the last few words of this ordinary couplet before us.

Seems... within reach?

Zhu Weirui subconsciously licked her dry red lips, and the tip of her small lilac tongue, which was slightly exposed like a bamboo shoot in spring, was pink and wet.

This action, which was very disrespectful and she would never do in the past, happened subconsciously. Zhu Weirui herself did not realize it, because she was so obsessed with words that the only things in her eyes and heart at this moment were these six words written by an unknown person.

Zhu Weirui slowly walked back to her desk, pursed her lips and swallowed. Her slightly curved chest rose and fell rapidly, making her feel tight in her chest. Her skin was hurting somewhere, but she didn't care about it at all at the moment.

Zhu Weirui stared blankly, and with a faint smile on her lips she carefully placed the couplet on the desk. Like a naughty little girl who sneaked out to explore a mystery, she stretched out two slender fingers and gently stroked each stroke of these strange characters with her delicate fingertips. The touch was a little rough.

Zhu Weirui concentrated on copying the words Zhao Rong had written that morning with her slender fingers.

About a quarter of an hour later, after having a good time, she took a deep breath.

Zhu Weirui tilted her head, raised her red lips, and her eyes were filled with unspeakable joy. Without raising her head, she reached out her hand and skillfully and accurately pulled out a snow-white brush tip from the sea of ​​pens. She held it in her hand and turned around to get the treasured high-quality rice paper.

But halfway through the rotation, the delicate body suddenly stopped.

"Yeah~"

She exclaimed softly and raised her hand to pat her smooth forehead. Then she remembered that she had not met the owner of this strange font yet...

Zhu Weirui's eyes turned, "Jingzi must know... Where is Jingzi?"

She rushed out of the door in a hurry, pushed open the gate, and went to look for her personal servant.

After walking a long way, Zhu Weirui suddenly realized that she, who usually dressed elegantly and seriously in the academy, now had her hair loose. Not only did she not wear a headscarf, but she also held a hairpin in her jade hand.

Fortunately, I haven't encountered any passers-by so far...

Zhu Weirui slowed down his pace and looked back hesitantly.

Her brows were slightly frowned, and her sad look was actually quite charming. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the hairpin that she brought out with her, and her frown relaxed.

The woman in Confucian clothes tilted her head and pulled up her silky black hair. She twisted her white wrist and casually rolled it up, then gently inserted a thin needle.

She narrowed her eyes, raised her lips, and happily went to look for that person and that word.

…

Zhao Rong followed his cheap senior brother Li Jinshu and entered Linlu Academy.

Looking around curiously along the way.

The interior of the academy was extremely large, with no end in sight.

The layout is neat and the overall style is simple. Generally speaking, it follows the idea of ​​"ritual and music complement each other" and the strict order of Confucian ethics and etiquette.

The academy's architecture is centered around the lecture hall, with dormitories, libraries, ancestral halls and other buildings arranged in sequence.

But occasionally you can see some unique buildings and decorations, such as kitchens, warehouses, and hip-and-gable pavilions.

Perhaps this also reflects that this academy is not as strict and oppressive as it appears on the surface. It is also filled with a different kind of vitality, allowing some free and easy and poetic sentiment to reside here.

Zhao Rong looked at it carefully, his thoughts racing.