Yu Huaijin had some guesses in his mind about the fact that his teacher and that strange man wrote a couplet together.
Similar practices are very common in some vernacular novels about talented men and beautiful women.
And not long ago, Han Wen Fuqiao borrowed the fragments of a sentence she mentioned casually and wrote a poem about fallen flowers for her.
Even people who don't read poetry and books can roughly understand the specific meaning of this kind of "elegant things".
The fish holds a golden cave as if looking at fire.
Yes, the teacher...is also a woman after all.
Even if one is a great Confucian monk who has read many books of sages, he still has seven emotions and six desires.
not to mention……
Yu Huaijin lowered his eyes, moved quietly, tiptoed around the desk, and came to the opposite side of Zhu Weirui who was writing intently.
There were seven inkstones on the table, and more than half of them were empty. It must have been because they were originally filled with ink but then used up by the teacher.
She reached out and picked up an empty inkstone, took some clean water and began to grind the ink.
Yu Huaijin has a dignified posture, grinding with his left hand, with measured movements of lightness and heaviness, and moderate speed, without any ink splashing.
She raised her eyes and glanced at Zhu Weirui.
I saw this lady in Confucian robes standing in the sun, writing quickly with her head down. She would occasionally look up to glance at the framed couplets. As she wrote, the corners of her lips gradually lifted up and she smiled unconsciously.
Yu Huaijin pursed her lips slightly.
When she looked at the handwriting of this strange man, she just felt that it was dignified, majestic and powerful, but she couldn't see too much of the details.
In other words, in the eyes of many people, including Yu Huaijin, well-written characters all look the same, and one can only describe them with the word "beautiful", along with other subjective aesthetic feelings.
As for the ugly and bad handwriting, there are some things to say...
However, looking at the teacher's expression, there must be something deeper hidden in this man's handwriting that fascinated her.
Yu Huaijin shook her head and didn't think too much about it. After all, this should be something that great scholars like her teacher would study. She was just a student in the academy and there was no point in thinking too much about it.
However, Yu Huaijin still sighed slightly in her heart. According to her teacher's personality, she liked to judge people by their handwriting. She remembered that she often told her that "the handwriting reflects the person". So, if he was obsessed with handwriting, then... he might be obsessed with people as well.
Yu Huaijin once again thought of the couplets written by the two people outside the door of Yilanxuan, and suddenly he felt a little curious. This strange man... well, he might be his future master. Who is he? Is he a gentleman in the academy, a great Confucian scholar outside the academy, or just a gentleman?
As time passed, the originally tilted early sun was gradually straightened.
The male students in the waiting pavilion near the gate also left with regret.
Inside the orchid garden, on the desk, the ink in the inkstone, as dark as night, gradually decreased, and was then ground and filled up by a small, snow-white hand.
The table was covered with rice paper, layer upon layer.
finally.
At a certain moment, the woman in Confucian robes in front of the desk suddenly stopped writing, stared at a certain word under her pen, blinked, and in an instant, she smiled again, like a solitary orchid in an empty valley, blooming silently.
Next second.
Zhu Weirui's bent upper body suddenly straightened up, and she placed her brush on the table with a smile. She raised her head slightly and saw Yu Huaijin. Her eyes lit up, but then she said angrily, "When did Huaijin come? Why didn't you call me? Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Yu Huaijin had turned around when Zhu Weirui stopped writing, but she did not answer her teacher's words immediately. Instead, her eyes were attracted by the spectacular scenery somewhere.
Zhu Weirui straightened up a little too violently just now, causing an earthquake somewhere, as if the ground was turning over, with aftershocks occurring one after another.
If Zhao Rong were present at this moment, after taking a glance at it, he would surely be inspired to write poetry. He would stand with his hands behind his back, look up, and recite the line "The peaks and ridges seem to gather together, the waves seem to be raging..." with a righteous look on his face. It would surely be no problem for him to buy a Nanshan painting on the spot.
Zhu Weirui noticed her student's gaze, and a blush crossed her cheeks. Last night, she was in a good mood while bathing in the orchid hot spring. She suddenly got up from the bath, steamed herself with spiritual energy, casually tied up her cascading hair, put on a simple Confucian robe, and without untying it, came here to write with a firefly bag and a pen. In the blink of an eye, it was already dawn, and her student was by her side.
Hmm, this Confucian shirt is already the largest in my wardrobe, why is it still... so tight? Fortunately, it’s only for my close friend Huai Jin.
"Cough cough." Zhu Weirui bit his lip, secretly annoyed at the shamelessness, raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed lightly, and by the way used his wide sleeves to block a place where earthquakes frequently occurred.
After Yu Huaijin took a few glances, she looked away expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened. She bowed respectfully and said, "Teacher, Xuanji has only been here for a short time. Seeing that you were absorbed in your thoughts, I did not disturb you. Anyway, there was nothing to do."
Zhu Weirui also wanted to return the gift, but it was broad daylight now, and it was also the dangerous period after the earthquake. He had to be careful of aftershocks, so it was better to remain still.
She became more and more annoyed, and looked around to see if there was anyone around. At the same time, she raised her hand in the air, "Why is Huai Jin still so polite... Eh, that's all."
"Where's Jingzi? Strange, where did she go again?"
Yu Huaijin shook his head, "I don't know Xuanji. I just saw her watering the flowerbed. Maybe she went to open the door again. I remember Jingzi took a job guarding the side door of the academy. It's almost noon now."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Weirui was silent for a moment. She lowered her head to look at the framed couplet in the middle of the desk and spoke softly in a calm voice.
"Not now. This girl has a bad temper. Somehow, she hasn't learned the elegance of an orchid. I'll keep her by my side from now on and never let her run around in the academy again. She even contradicted him last time..."
The woman in Confucian robes paused, frowned slightly, looked at the man's words, and sighed slightly.
Yu Huaijin stood quietly by the side with his hands in his hands. When he saw this scene, he lowered his head and said nothing.
But she had some understanding in her heart. It seemed that this possible "master" was a gentleman in the academy...
Zhu Weirui shook his head and said, "By the way, why did Huaijin want to come and see me today? What's the matter?"
As she spoke, her eyes turned to the food box that Yu Huaijin brought.
Yu Huaijin opened the lunch box and said, "I brought some delicious food for the teacher."
After he finished speaking, he took out the cucumber from the box and handed it over.
"Delicious?" Zhu Weirui was quite curious. After all, it was what the student said was delicious. But after taking a closer look, she exclaimed, "It turns out to be cucumber."
Zhu Weirui took it, looked at Yu Huaijin for a few times, and smiled, "So Huaijin likes to eat this, but it's rare in the academy."
Yu Huaijin did not explain. She stared at the teacher without blinking. After she tasted it, Yu Huaijin spoke again:
"It's nothing urgent. I just came to visit you. By the way, I have some questions about calligraphy that I would like to ask you. By the way, teacher, you have a class at our Ruxingtang tomorrow morning. Don't forget it."
"Ah," Zhu Weirui was startled, put down the cucumber in her hand, and patted her smooth forehead with her delicate hand, "Tomorrow! I almost forgot."
Her eyes suddenly sparkled, and she reached out to pick up the calligraphy on the table that she was very satisfied with. She lowered her head to look at it, and the corners of her mouth curled up, muttering to herself, "That's perfect, I can meet the young master, and show him and ask for his advice."
Yu Huaijin was slightly stunned, looking at the teacher in front of him who was a little different from usual.
The guess in my heart became more and more certain. It seemed that I really had to call him "Master"...
She looked at Zhu Weirui, who was arranging the manuscripts on the table with brisk movements and joyful eyes. From time to time, she picked out a few sheets of paper, lowered her head to gaze at them, and nodded slightly.
Yu Huaijin thought for a moment and reminded, "Teacher, don't forget that we have a calligraphy class in Suixing Hall tomorrow morning."
Zhu Weirui raised his head, his eyes bright as he said, "Of course I won't forget."
Yu Huaijin nodded and said, "Teacher, just don't forget their classes just because you have an appointment to meet that person."
Zhu Weirui put away the carefully selected words and said softly:
"Huai Jin, let's go into the house and talk. I, the teacher, will change my clothes and come back to continue writing. I can write until tomorrow and go directly to teach you."
Then, they both turned around and walked towards the house.
Zhu Weirui was walking in front, and her face could not be seen, but a soft voice suddenly came faintly:
"Huai Jin, Jing Zi is not here, please help me, help me... tie it up."
Yu Huaijin glanced at the teacher's figure. She had done many such private things before, so she agreed:
"Yes, teacher."
Not long.
In a room that looks more like a study than a boudoir.
Behind a screen covered with ink writing, there are two women hiding.
Behind the screen, the scenery is unique at this moment.
Yu Huaijin's face was as calm as a lake, and his eyes were calmly looking at the waterfall-like black hair and the towering snow-capped mountains not far away.
She held the white cloth in her hand and gently rolled it up for the teacher.
However, no matter how gentle the action is on this beautiful thing, it is still restraint and oppression.
Whether it is the dazzling "snow scene" in front of your eyes or other beautiful things.
At a certain moment, Yu Huaijin suddenly asked: "Teacher, are you tired?"
Zhu Weirui was slightly stunned, and her cheeks quickly turned red.
She just thought the students were embarrassing her.
The elegant woman wrapped in white cloth opened her lips slightly, but in the next moment, she suddenly stopped and swallowed her angry words.
She looked at the face of the old-fashioned woman in front of her, then glanced at Yu Huaijin's small hands which were whiter than white cloth.
"Not tired," Zhu Weirui stared at this student whose fate seemed to have been determined, and said seriously, "As long as you feel it is worth it, then you won't feel tired at all."
“It’s worth it…it’s worth it…”
Yu Huaijin looked at Zhu Weirui in amazement.
The teacher doesn’t feel tired because his future “master” will like it?
What about her.
"Are you tired..."
Yu Huaijin whispered.
…
It was a rare sunny day, with dry weather and warm sunshine.
Zhao Rong took Zhao Lingfei's hand and left Nanxuan Academy, heading north. Zhao Rong was going to the lakeside, where he liked to take a stroll and read in the early morning.
Today, because it is a holiday, there are many people walking on the main roads, corridors and corridors in the academy, including scholars from the academy and students from Mochi Academy.
However, Zhao Rong didn't meet any acquaintances. After all, he had just arrived and knew few people. His closest friend was currently studying hard in Dongli Cottage.
In order to see Rong Erge, Concubine Zhao Ling stayed in front of the dressing mirror for a long time and rummaged through the wardrobe before leaving Qinglianxuan in the early morning.
At this moment, she was dressed in new makeup, her figure was like a butterfly, her waist was slender, and she had a pair of soft and round long legs. Therefore, in her slim-fitting soft silver light silk lily skirt, she looked exceptionally tall, outstanding, and graceful.
On the way, Concubine Zhao Ling held the food box in one hand and held Zhao Rong's arm with the other, holding his five fingers. They walked in this Confucian academy where "do not look at what is indecent" was prohibited, but they still attracted the attention of many Confucian scholars in the academy.
Zhao Rong felt that he had become the focus of the pedestrians on the street, but he had done this kind of behavior of feeding dog food to others many times in the four prefectures of Taiqing. He was very skilled in the business and had successfully overcome his initial guilt.
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at Qingjun. The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
After one stick of incense.
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei found an elegant and empty pavilion by the lake and sat down together on the side facing the water.
"Huh, I finally escaped. This Yu Huaijin is really troublesome. Qingjun, it's a good thing you came to find me today, otherwise I would have been suppressed by her for a whole day and locked up in the yard to draw correct characters."
Zhao Rong said with a smile as he took the food box from Concubine Zhao Lingfei. "Oh, I'm starving, Qingjun, this glutinous rice porridge is so delicious. Hey, did you put sugar in it? My wife understands me and knows that I like to eat soft and sweet food."
He picked up the steaming bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice, closed his eyes and took a sniff.
At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling, who had been docile and quiet all the way, suddenly turned around and said with a smile: "My husband, didn't you just say that you would teach me a lesson?"
Zhao Rong, who was about to take a sip of porridge with his head down, froze.
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