It's still early now, so Zhao Rong plans to go back to the school first.

As he was walking, he suddenly felt a little lost.

Today, Zhao Rong followed Mr. Yan and others into the academy from the north gate, which was unfamiliar to him.

It was not the south gate he went through when he first entered the academy.

Linlu Academy is very large. Zhao Rong heard from his senior brother that it is not much smaller than the four Taiqing prefectures.

The academy's architectural layout is neat and its overall style is simple. It follows the idea of ​​"ritual and music complement each other" and the strict order of Confucian ethics and etiquette. Except for some special features, first-time visitors will feel a sense of monotony.

Zhao Rong had just been in the academy for less than a day. The next morning, he followed Fan Yushu and others to the Four Prefectures of Taiqing and was familiar with the academy.

At this moment, he gradually stopped, scratched his nose, and looked at the unfamiliar buildings around him, hoping to find a familiar building to confirm his location. Unfortunately, there were many green plants in the academy, and the leaves had not yet completely turned yellow, blocking people's vision and unable to find it.

Originally, there was Fan Yushu, a guy who was familiar with the academy, who could lead Zhao Rong. Since both of them were gifted students, Mr. Yan arranged them to study in the same classroom in Mochi Academy, so they could attend classes together.

But I don’t know if this guy is addicted to playing outside. Ever since the last time Zhao Rong went to Nuanxi Yaji and he went to Duyou City to play alone, he hasn’t seen Fan Yushu in the past few days.

Except for one day when he ran back, hurriedly said hello to Zhao Rong, then ran to his senior brother to ask for a few more days of leave, and then ran out again.

Originally, Zhao Rong was planning to go to Duyou City for a stroll, but he had been inseparable from Qingjun for the past few days. Thinking that he would soon leave the Four Prefectures of Taiqing, he chose to accompany Qingjun more and had to give up the idea of ​​going out.

Today they returned to Linlu Academy, but Fan Yushu did not come back to join the group. It is estimated that he would go back to the academy directly to attend classes.

So, now after Zhao Rong parted ways with his senior brothers, he had to find his way to the school by himself.

Zhao Rong was now standing there, looking around. While he was struggling, he saw a thin figure walking out of a building in front of him. The figure turned and walked forward with his back to him.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and quickly stepped forward, "Brother, please stay, excuse me for disturbing you..."

The pedestrian in front responded, stopped and turned around.

Zhao Rong paused and looked at the person again. It turned out to be a female brother.

She looked very young, with ordinary features and a serious expression, but her skin was slightly fair.

She was wearing a man's headdress meticulously. She was short and wore an ordinary student uniform. However, due to her thin body, the uniform seemed extremely loose and could not be supported at all. Apart from this, her overall attire was simple.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, without looking at her any more, he took a step forward and changed the subject: "Sorry to bother you, ma'am, may I ask how to get to the dormitory where the students live?"

He paused, thinking that there seemed to be more than one schoolhouse in the academy, "Well, the schoolhouse I'm looking for, I remember there is a pavilion called Jiquan Pavilion next to it."

Madam refers to a woman who has the conduct of a man. It is a metaphor for a woman who has the deeds and talents of a man. It is also a respectful title for knowledgeable and well-educated women.

As far as Zhao Rong knew, Confucianism in the Xuanhuang Realm taught everyone without distinction, and there were many female scholars, such as Mr. Zhu who gave him a headache.

There were also some female students in Linlu Academy, and Zhao Rong was not surprised to see them at this time.

At this moment, the female student did not speak immediately after hearing this, but took a step back, keeping three steps away from Zhao Rong, and then she performed a Confucian scholar's salute.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong also returned the greeting solemnly, thinking to himself, are all the students in the academy so polite...

The female student raised her head slightly with a stern face. She lowered her eyelids, held her hands, and looked at Zhao Rong without blinking. After pondering for a while, she spoke in a serious tone.

"Students' dormitory, go straight ahead from here, and at the end is the Ni Lan Pavilion by the lake. Stop and turn left, walk west for about a quarter of an hour, and you will reach the library. Turn right again, 120 steps away, and you will reach the Jiquan Pavilion. There is a dormitory on the side."

Zhao Rong saw that the female student was very methodical but spoke eloquently and methodically, so he nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, ma'am."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ordinary-looking female student bowed again and looked directly at Zhao Rong.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly, and he had no choice but to bow and salute.

But as soon as he straightened up, the female student turned around and left without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong didn't care and turned around and walked in the direction she said.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong finally found the Jiquan Pavilion.

When he had just entered Linlu Academy a month ago and Li Jinshu brought him to this study to settle down, it was very dark and he only remembered this elegant pavilion next to the spring at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Rong looked around and saw the familiar scenery, then walked towards the school building on the right side of the pavilion.

It was noon now, and the weather was clear and cool in autumn.

There was a bell sound not far away. It should be time for students to go to class in the afternoon. Zhao Rong met some young students walking out of the school.

Probably because he looked unfamiliar and was dressed differently, many people looked at Zhao Rong sideways.

He smiled gently at his classmates from the next year and walked towards his residence in the school dormitory.

In front of me is a row of courtyards, each with two houses.

In the school dormitory, every two students live in one courtyard.

Following his memory, Zhao Rong came to a small courtyard with two entrances.

At this moment, he pushed open the gate and saw a young man wandering around in the yard.

The man had a plain and handsome appearance, with thin cheeks, dark skin, bright eyes and a strong body. His clothes were just a little strange. He was also wearing a blue cross-collared robe, but his clothes made him look very bloated.

Zhao Rong glanced at the collar of the man's coat and found that he was wearing a thick cotton jacket underneath.

It is late autumn now, and it is normal for some scholars and students in Linlu Academy who have no cultivation to wear autumn clothes. But why do I feel that you even took out your winter clothes to wear...

Well, it’s a bit like the feeling when Zhao Rong was in school in his previous life, forcing himself to wear a school uniform over his cotton-padded jacket.

The man in the cotton-padded jacket was holding a book in one hand and walking quickly back and forth. At this moment, he suddenly heard the creaking sound of the courtyard door and turned his head sharply to look at the door.

The man in the cotton jacket saw Zhao Rong and quickly asked, "Zhao Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong nodded and saluted, "It is me."

"call……"

The man in the cotton-padded jacket breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Nian, you are finally here. Come on, I will take you to Ruxing Hall. If you don't leave now, you will be late."

He sounded anxious.

Zhao Rong asked curiously, "Are you waiting for me?"

The man in the cotton jacket spoke very quickly:

"I also live in this courtyard and am your roommate. We are both students of Ruxing Hall. Today, I know that you and Fan Yushu are going back to the academy. Fan Yushu doesn't need to worry about it. He has been in school for a long time and knows how to get there. But Brother Ziyu, you just entered the academy and followed Mr. Yan to give lectures. Now you are going back to the academy and you are unfamiliar with the place. Senior Yu asked me to wait for you in the academy and lead the way for you."

Zhao Rong nodded in a daze. He had heard Fan Yushu and his senior brother mention many things.

Every year, the new students admitted to Linlu Academy are initially students. They have to study in the Mochi Academy within the academy for one year and take seven basic art courses. After that, they must go through a year of observation and assessment and the final apprenticeship ceremony before they can be officially accepted as disciples by the academy teacher and become Confucian scholars.

There are six halls in Mochi Academy.

The Ruxing Hall, the Xiudao Hall, and the Chengxin Hall.

Zhengyi Hall, Chongzhi Hall, and Guangye Hall.

Each class of students is divided into six groups and placed in these six classrooms, which are similar to the classes in the previous life, but the system is relatively relaxed.

The place where Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu were was Ruxing Hall.

In addition, the Mochi Academy has positions such as Jijiu, Xuezheng, Siye, and Cheng, all of which are held by the gentlemen of the academy. They are responsible for managing the six halls. Among them, Jijiu has the highest position and is in charge of Confucian teaching. Generally, it is held in turn by the respected old masters in the academy.

As for the six schools, apart from the seven art teachers, there is no dedicated teacher to manage them, so the system is relatively loose. However, as far as Zhao Rong knows, there is also a "senior" who governs the school. The senior here does not mean the senior in his previous life as he remembers, but refers to the "head of a school", which is probably similar to the position of a class monitor, responsible for managing the affairs of the students in the school.

Seniors are elected by all the students in the hall, and usually they are recognized as the best among the students.

Therefore, the "Senior Yu" mentioned by this brother should be the senior from Shuexing Hall.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he heard of this name. He had asked Fan Yushu about it during a casual chat before, but Fan Yushu always went off topic and rarely talked about things in the academy. He just said, "You'll know when you enter the academy," and then evaded Zhao Rong.

"Brother Ziyu, if you have nothing else to do, let's go quickly. We can't be late. Alas, I have never been late in the academy for a few months..."

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and heard the anxious expression of the man in the cotton jacket. He nodded and said, "Wait a moment, let me go into the house to put something down."

"Hurry up, hurry up, I can't let Senior Yu see that I'm late..."

Zhao Rong turned around and went back into the house, put down the luggage in the Sumeru, spread out the quilt, took some books, and then went out with the man in the cotton-padded jacket who was stamping his feet in a hurry.

The two of them left the school in a hurry.

On the road, after walking a long way.

Zhao Rong suddenly reacted but didn't have time to ask his roommate's name.

He turned to look at the dark, wooden face of the man in the cotton-padded jacket, "Brother, what's your name? What's your name?"

The man in the cotton-padded jacket, who was walking seriously with a focused expression, said casually:

"My surname is Jia, my given name is Fei, and my courtesy name is Tengying. In the academy, Brother Ziyu can call me Jia Tengying."

"Kato Eagle?"

Zhao Rong was startled, and then his expression became strange. He couldn't help but glance down at Jia Tengying's hand holding the scroll.

Hearing his strange tone, Jia Tengying was startled, turned around and asked in confusion: "Brother Ziyu, what's wrong with my name? Jia Tengying...but is there something wrong?"

Zhao Rong quickly shook his head, "Nothing, I just had the same name as a friend I knew before, ahem, Brother Teng Ying, what a good name."

He said sincerely, this is indeed a good name, girls will like it as soon as they hear it...

…

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying arrived at the ink pool southwest of Linlu Academy.

Although it is called Mo Chi, it is actually a large lake covering a vast area, and the Mo Chi Academy is built along the lakeside.

The name of the Mochi comes from an allusion in the book of sages about a saint who "read by the pool until the water turned black."

However, with such a big lake, it is really difficult to wash the inkstone and watch the lake water turn black.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from a distant boat on the shimmering lake. He could vaguely see a fisherman fishing on the boat. He wondered which academy teacher had the leisure to do this.

He turned around and followed Jia Tengying into the school.

Just now on the way, Zhao Rong had to ask indirectly and finally figured out what the three characters of "Jia Tengying" were. He sighed, and had to admire the person's skill in choosing characters, which was simply unfathomable.

I heard from Brother Teng Ying that it was his enlightenment teacher in the private school in his hometown who gave him this name. His real name is Jia Fei, and the name can be used as a supplement to his name. Teng Ying means a soaring eagle.

However, Zhao Rong felt that in addition to its ability to soar into the sky, the eagle's fingers... ugh, its claws were indeed quite powerful and also a strength.

At this time, he was walking with Jia Tengying on a lakeside corridor in the academy. The corridor was winding and passed by the doors of six schools in turn.

Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back and looked forward. After thinking for a while, he could not help but turn his head and said, "Brother Teng Ying, from what you said, the old teacher who gave you the name is indeed admirable. He has devoted himself to teaching for forty years and worked silently to enlighten the children."

Hearing this, Jia Tengying smiled naively and touched the back of his head, "Brother Ziyu, I didn't expect you..."

He stopped talking suddenly in the middle of his words, and stopped at the same time as everything else.

And footsteps.

Jia Tengying's gaze passed over Zhao Rong and was caught by a scene outside the corridor on his side, and he stood there in a daze.

Zhao Rong blinked and looked into the distance following Jia Tengying's gaze.

I saw a majestic and solemn hall in that direction with a plaque that read "Xiu Dao".

At this moment, a group of students were walking out of the monastery, talking and laughing, it was very lively.

However, with just a quick glance, Zhao Rong could discover that there was a handsome man surrounding this group of people.

The group of people were walking towards the corridor.

The monastery was very close to the corridor. While Zhao Rong was curious and Jia Tengying was stunned, the handsome man had already walked onto the corridor with the students following him and passed by Zhao Rong and the others.

Zhao Rong took a look and found that he and Jia Tengying were blocking the way, so he consciously took a step back politely, and even pulled Jia Tengying who was standing there in a daze, and the two of them made way.

The handsome man who was chatting and laughing with the students around him saw this scene out of the corner of his eye and turned to give Zhao Rong and the other man a friendly smile.

Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth in response.

Jia Tengying lowered his head, stared at the scroll in his hand, and then changed his hand to take it.

The handsome man turned around because some students were teasing him again.

"Haha, Senior Han, are you going to discuss academic matters with Senior Yu again? Didn't you just go there this morning?"

The handsome man smiled helplessly and shook his head, not continuing the rest of the conversation, "It's not a discussion. Huai Jin's knowledge is much better than mine. I'm going there to ask for advice."

One student smiled and shook his head, "Senior, you are so modest. Although Yu Huaijin was indeed the first in the six halls in the mid-month exam last time, you, as the first in our Xiudao Hall, are only slightly lower than her. How can you not be as good as her? Maybe the gap is just because the teachers are tired of marking the papers."

Senior Han’s handsome face was very serious. He shook his head and said, “You don’t understand. Huai Jin is indeed much better than me…”

When he read the word "Huai Jin", the tone was friendly.

The student who had just spoken asked with a smile: "What are you going to ask for advice this time, senior?"

Senior Han smiled slightly, "I was admiring the leaves in the maple forest at noon today and was inspired. I remembered the incomplete poem Huai Jin mentioned to me last time, so I continued and completed it. It happened to be included in the list. I thought that she contributed the most to this poem, so I'll give it to her."

After saying that, he took out a maple leaf.

Suddenly, seeing the level of poetry, the crowd became quiet and everyone looked at them in amusement.