Jingzi didn't find it strange to see Yu Huaijin being so "polite".

She quickly bent down to return the greeting, and after standing up, she reached out to adjust the page boy's hat that had slipped down from her forehead.

"The teacher is here, but she is writing in the flower garden."

Yu Huaijin nodded slightly, prepared to put down his things and say goodbye.

The teacher became her "private tutor" a long, long time ago, when he had just become a first-class Confucian scholar.

The two have been together for a long time, and Yu Huaijin knows that once the teacher gets excited and goes to the flower garden to write, it means that he has become obsessed with calligraphy again. He will be obsessed and write all day long, and will not allow others to disturb him or see guests anymore.

However, for someone as close as her, if there was an emergency, it wouldn't be a big deal if she got closer.

But given Yu Huaijin's respect for teachers, he would never do this for no reason.

This time she came to Mr. Zhu to ask him some questions about calligraphy and brush techniques.

As for this new and unfamiliar art, the results of the last mid-month examination in the six schools of Mo Chi Academy were mostly mediocre, with no big gap in performance. Not even a single student stood out from the crowd.

Therefore, learning calligraphy may very well become the key to success in the next mid-month exam. It is possible that the other academies ranked behind Ruxing Hall will be able to surpass it, especially Xiudao Hall, which is only a hair's breadth behind it. Therefore, Yu Huaijin feels that he must not relax.

There is only one calligraphy teacher in Mo Chi Academy. It is inevitable that he is overwhelmed to teach six classes. The teacher has never had an assistant to help him, so he is unable to take care of all the students.

Yu Huaijin has been practicing calligraphy whenever she has free time recently. She came here this time also for the sake of calligraphy. She wanted to improve herself more and learn more so that she can teach other students in Ruxing Hall privately.

After all, although Yu Huaijin felt that his calligraphy skills were not good, he was still a top student in the school and was considered the tallest among the short ones.

However, since the teacher is practicing calligraphy in the flower garden again today, I'd better not disturb her.

However, Yu Huaijin pursed her lips, thinking that the timing was quite fortuitous. She remembered that her teacher seemed to have encountered a "mountain" in calligraphy for a long time, and rarely was he as enthusiastic about practicing calligraphy as he was today.

At this moment, Jingzi glanced at Yu Huaijin, her expression as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Yu Huaijin was about to turn around when he suddenly paused, looked at the blue-dressed girl's face, thought for a moment and said, "Jingzi, what's the matter?"

Jingzi put her hands behind her back, looked down at her toes, and said hesitantly:

"Mr....Mr. has been so obsessed with calligraphy these days that she even forgot to eat and sleep. She hasn't rested for a long, long time. She only remembers to attend the class every day after I remind her."

She paused, glanced at Sister Yu, and seeing that the old-fashioned woman in front of her was listening attentively, she continued:

"The master is devoted to calligraphy, and today is the same. He stopped to drink some water last night, then picked up... picked up the calligraphy copybook to study until the early morning, then picked up the firefly bag early, brought paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and went to the flower garden to write. Although the master has a high level of cultivation, if he continues like this... Sister Yu, why don't you go and persuade the master to take a break? The master still listens to you very much."

Upon hearing this, Yu Huaijin closed his eyes and remained silent for a while. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the strange couplet on the open gate of the courtyard.

Seeing this, Jingzi bit her lip, looked down at her feet and said nothing.

Yu Huaijin straightened his body, which was originally sideways, and nodded gently, "I'll go see the teacher."

After saying that, he picked up the food box and walked into Yilanxuan first.

"Okay." The girl in blue was delighted and jumped to follow her.

Jingzi walked into the door, she looked at Yu Huaijin's back, then turned to look outside the door, and seeing that it was empty, she closed the door and turned to ask curiously:

"By the way, Sister Yu, where is Sister Bifang? Didn't she come this time?"

Yu Huaijin was walking down the stairs, his eyes slightly lowered, his steps still moving, he said softly, "Greedy, go outside and buy some snacks."

"Oh." Jingzi nodded. In her impression, Sister Yu's personal maid, Sister Bifang, was indeed greedy. Every time she saw her, she always carried snacks with her and ate non-stop.

"Sister Bifang is so thin. Why doesn't she gain weight no matter how much she eats? Well, she's the same as me..." the girl in blue muttered, and finally looked down at her toes and sighed.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin walked down the steps and entered the yard. Suddenly, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

She turned her head and saw several men in the small pavilion used to receive guests not far from the courtyard gate.

Jingzi behind him noticed Yu Huaijin's expression. She glanced at the men who were waiting eagerly in the waiting pavilion and said casually:

"Oh, they are seniors from other classes in the academy. Sister Yu, you should know them. They came to ask the teacher for advice on calligraphy. However, I told them that the teacher is not available for the time being and asked them to come back later. They didn't listen and insisted on waiting here until the teacher finished writing..."

The girl in blue glanced at Yu Huaijin, her eyes lit up, "Oh, right, that toad who wants to eat swan flesh, Han Wenfu, is here too. Sister Yu, now that you're here, I'll help you chase him away."

After saying that, Jingzi shook her head and prepared to go to the waiting booth to chase people away with great interest.

"Jingzi, come back," Yu Huaijin frowned and called the naughty orchid spirit to stop him. "Brother Han is a student of the teacher just like me. I came here to ask questions. How can you chase me away without reason? Also, you are not allowed to give others nicknames randomly in the future."

"Oh." Jingzi said lazily.

At this moment, several people in the pavilion seemed to have noticed Yu Huaijin who had just entered Yilanxuan.

One of them, a handsome man in fine clothes, quickly left the pavilion and came towards him.

"Brother Huaijin, what a coincidence, you are here too."

The person who came was Han Wenfu. He had a bright smile and a tone of surprise.

"Brother Han, Brother Chen, Brother Wei..." Yu Huaijin had a calm expression as he saluted him and several other seniors behind him.

"Brother Yu." Everyone returned the greeting.

Han Wenfu smiled and said, "Brother Huaijin, it seems that you are also looking for Mr. Zhu to teach you calligraphy."

As he spoke, he secretly and carefully looked at the expression of the woman in front of him whom he had been thinking about day and night.

Yu Huaijin looked at him calmly, nodded, and didn't answer. Instead, he folded his hands and said goodbye: "Sorry, brothers, Xuanji has something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the flower garden in the distance where she could vaguely see the graceful figure of a woman.

Han Wenfu and several senior classmates around him looked at each other, and they were used to it and didn't feel embarrassed.

Han Wenfu maintained a warm smile and watched Yu Huaijin go away.

Her thin and short figure walked farther and farther away, and finally entered the flower garden where they had been gazing at for the whole morning.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared.

In the flower garden, orchids of various colors surrounded a long and narrow desk. Next to the desk was a woman in Confucian clothes who was as quiet as an orchid. She was bending down, holding the sleeve and picking up the pen, writing quickly with ink splashing.

Most students in Mo Chi Academy know something about Yu Huaijin and his relationship with Mr. Lanhua, who is respected and admired by countless Confucian students.

Yu Huaijin is not from Wangquezhou, but was brought to Linlu Academy by Mr. Zhu a few months ago. He did not even take the back door that the academy teachers could open, and directly participated in the academy's entrance examination. In the end, he was admitted to Mochi Academy with the well-deserved first place.

Han Wenfu looked at the female master and disciple Yu Huaijin and Mr. Zhu from afar, and did not feel dissatisfied with their figures among the orchids. After all, in his opinion, except for the elusive headmaster of Linlu Academy, no man should be able to enter the beautiful flower garden where Mr. Zhu wrote.

Even those book seeds won’t work.

Because this woman in Confucian clothes is the first-class scholar of Confucianism.

Even though she had been half-let go and half-abandoned by the Zhongzhou Confucian Temple because of her insistence on pursuing the path of calligraphy that had been obscure for centuries, her identity and cultivation were still there. In the Confucian academy with its strict etiquette and laws, no scholar in that academy dared to go beyond that.

Han Wenfu quickly controlled his eyes and turned his gaze away, no longer looking at the picturesque and beautiful woman, because some things were impossible. The only person who could be worthy of her should be a gentleman of the same generation, right?

Han Wenfu thought secretly, and then stared at Yu Huaijin intently.

A few days ago, when I sent Luohua to appreciate poetry, I failed and she rejected me in public. Our friendship, which had been gradually sublimating, also regressed and became like this now, like an ordinary classmate with a relationship as indifferent as water.

However, Han Wenfu deliberately did not go to Yu Huaijin to "ask for advice" these days, because he was afraid that things would turn into the opposite extreme. Now that it has cooled down for a few days, the aftermath should have subsided, and now he has to look for a new opportunity.

He squinted his eyes and stared across the flowerbed.

Yu Huaijin is indeed difficult to approach, but Han Wenfu has known her for so many days, and after some failures and setbacks, he has gradually figured out some methods that seem to be effective.

Although Yu Huaijin gives people the impression of being dull, serious, and old-fashioned, she strictly abides by etiquette, does things calmly and steadily, and treats everyone equally on weekdays - this is also what Han Wenfu finds difficult to overcome - but she must be extremely proud in her heart.

This woman probably didn't have the idea of ​​looking down on others in her heart, but her talent, ability and family background made her look down on others unconsciously.

So she treated everyone else equally, even mortals without any cultivation and cultivators who had already climbed the mountain. In Yu Huaijin's eyes, they were all the same, because, looking down from the top of the mountain, there was actually no difference between people on the ground and people halfway up the mountain; they were all at her feet.

I don’t know what he was thinking about, the smile on Han Wenfu’s face gradually disappeared, but soon, he curled the corners of his mouth slightly again.

It is precisely because of Yu Huaijin's character that if someone can defeat Yu Huaijin somewhere, preferably in a place she cares about, and make her fail, then it is possible to gain the true respect of this old-fashioned woman.

Moreover, because of her serious and studious nature, she might even take the initiative to come to him for advice.

Han Wenfu let out a long breath. The mid-month exam in about half a month would be his chance.

Han Wenfu is aware of his own strengths - he has always been very self-aware - and Han Wenfu sometimes regards it as an advantage.

It would be difficult for him to surpass Yu Huaijin in the seven arts in a short period of time, even if both of them had the same calligraphy skills that dissatisfied Mr. Zhu.

After all, Yu Huaijin is close to Mr. Zhu, so she can get the upper hand. Han Wenfu finds it difficult to surpass her.

However, if he could lead the Xiudao Hall to defeat the Ruxing Hall led by Yu Huaijin in the mid-month exam, crush her pride, and win the first place in the autumn of this quarter of the academic year.

Then, according to Yu Huaijin's personality, she would most likely take the initiative to ask him for advice, and he would no longer be one of those people who was "treated equally" in her eyes, and their relationship would definitely be able to go a step further. This was the breakthrough point...

"Hey, Han He...Han Wenfu, have you seen enough? You've been staring at Sister Yu and my husband!"

An impatient chuckle was heard.

Han Wenfu suddenly came to his senses, turned around and saw that Mr. Zhu's personal female servant was staring at him with a frown.

This is a vengeful and petty person. His eyelids twitched.

Several of the more familiar seniors in the school around him also looked at him strangely.

Han Wenfu covered his mouth with his fist, coughed twice, lowered his head and said nothing.

…

Yu Huaijin, with the scent of various orchids on her clothes, walked slowly into the flower garden carrying a food box.

In the field of vision, Mr. Zhu is wearing a simple Confucian robe, with his long hair casually tied up. At this moment, he is standing in front of the desk, bending over with his head down, grabbing his sleeve with one hand, revealing a round and slender arm, and holding a snow-white needle in the other hand, concentrating on writing something.

He didn't look back at her.

But Yu Huaijin was used to it and didn't take it seriously.

She walked lightly to the table and stood a few steps away, not disturbing the woman in the scholar's robe.

However, soon after Yu Huaijin arrived, her eyes were attracted by a neatly framed couplet that was placed in the center of the desk.

Yu Huaijin glanced around and found that the handwriting on the couplet was not his teacher's, but it looked quite familiar at first glance, as if he had seen it somewhere.

She took a closer look again, her eyelids slightly raised. On the couplet written by the teacher and the strange man at the door before, the man's handwriting was somewhat similar to the handwriting on this couplet, but the writing style was different. The one in front of her was her quite proficient regular script, but the strokes were enough to show that it still had that majestic and powerful momentum.

Yu Huaijin tilted his head slightly and couldn't help but glance at the teacher who had a serious expression.

There was something slightly odd about her look.