"Qingjun, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Huh..." Concubine Zhao Ling opened her lips slightly and gasped.

"Qingjun, really."

"Where, where does it hurt?" Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head. The right shoulder of the lotus-green silk gown she wore over her clothes had slipped off. She stretched out her arms and put on the sleeves again.

"I feel uncomfortable everywhere." Zhao Rong said sincerely.

Concubine Zhao Ling arranged her clothes for a while, thought for a moment, raised her head and said seriously: "It's getting cool in autumn, so you should drink more hot water."

Zhao Rong stared at Concubine Zhao Lingfei's peach-blossom face and nodded in agreement:

"I am tired of studying at night. Qingjun, please pour me some hot water to drink, or I will forget it again."

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and reached out to adjust her bunted hair. Qingjing, who was sitting on her beautiful hairpin, carefully combed up the few strands of scattered black hair that had fallen onto her smooth forehead.

At this moment, Zhao Lingfei heard this, her face tensed, and she shook her head, "Aren't you afraid of me kicking you... No."

Zhao Rong took her hand and said seriously, "Don't do bad things, really, just pour me some hot water at night to quench my thirst."

Concubine Zhao Ling knew very well the "tricks" of her childhood sweetheart. She even heard the trap in his words clearly. It was not because she was impure-minded and knew a lot, but because she had suffered too much at the hands of this bad guy. She was already familiar with his convincing words that could coax people beforehand and explain afterwards.

Zhao Lingfei responded to his words, raised her head slightly, glanced at the sun that had already risen to the middle of the sky, stood up, took his hand, and walked out of the dilapidated courtyard.

"It's getting late. Let's go back quickly. We promised Senior Yu from your school that she will teach you piano in the afternoon."

The two of them left the abandoned yard they had discovered unexpectedly without stopping. They continued to step on the crisp fallen leaves, returned the same way, and walked out of the forest.

Seeing that Qingjun didn't fall for it and mentioned Yu Huaijin, the stern "debt collector", Zhao Rong curled his lips and said, "Why are you standing on her side? Did you have a fight and now you feel sorry for each other? Fine, I'll leave and you can live with her."

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little amused and helpless. Why was he like a little child? He was jealous too and even accused her of being a jealous person.

"How could I stand on her side, Brother Rong'er? I'm thinking about you in everything. I'm almost ready to take my heart out and put it in front of you."

Concubine Zhao Ling glared at Zhao Rong with resentment.

At this time, walking among the autumn leaves, the woman with teardrop mole, bright eyes and white teeth, stared at Zhao Rong and said:

"If I hadn't suddenly seen her use the ritual formation to restrain you in the morning, Ling Fei would have been anxious and afraid that you would be looked down upon and bullied by other shallow people in the academy like this in the future. As a woman, I would not have rashly taken action in this academy with strict rituals and rules."

She paused and continued, "On the way here, I heard from Senior Brother that Yu Huaijin from your Ruxing Hall is very dedicated to his duties. Although he is a bit strict and old-fashioned, he is also considering Ruxing Hall.

Since you, Rong'er, are not proficient in music, and Yu Huaijin wants to teach you diligently, you might as well take this opportunity to improve your skills, as long as she doesn't use too harsh methods. "

Zhao Rong felt Qingjun's tight grip on his hand. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the blue sky through the gaps in the leaves. The sunlight that leaked in fell on the two of them.

Zhao Rong spoke softly:

"I really don't have much interest in music. Not to mention that I have never heard much meaning from music. A gentleman always carries his zither with him, and music is the most important.

But when I look at the practice of the zither art, I see that it is all boring skills, monotonous fingering, and complicated board and fingering. It is even more boring than the rigid etiquette art. At least the latter can delve into some knowledge of heaven, earth, and human nature, but what is this music art..."

Having said that, Zhao Rong shook his head and withdrew his gaze from the sky beyond the leaves.

Concubine Zhao Ling seemed to understand, but not quite. Although she came from a noble family of the dynasty down the mountain, she was not an ordinary aristocratic lady. She took a different path to success. She had wielded a sword and climbed mountains before she was even 15 years old. She even practiced needlework and tea ceremony secretly for Zhao Rong later on. She also had never learned the art of playing the zither.

Concubine Zhao Ling thought for a moment and said, "Isn't studying the sutras boring? Why does Brother Ronger like this?"

Zhao Rong's eyes were bright. When he heard the topic of interest, he turned to look at Zhao Lingfei and started talking more.

"This is different. Although studying the meaning of the classics requires immersion in the sea of ​​classics, it can be like picking up a pearl from the ocean. You can appreciate the philosophical thoughts of the ancient sages, understand the charm of thinking, and delve into the knowledge of the great principles. The process is not boring at all. I think it is very interesting and enjoyable..."

"Qingjun, let me tell you, yesterday I found some new meaning in an obscure sentence in the Analects of Confucius in Er Ya. I have never seen the same in other commentaries on the classics before. I don't know if I am the first one to find it. I will go to ask Mr. Yan some other day..."

Zhao Rong became more and more excited as he spoke. With one hand he clasped the soft hand of the woman beside him, and with the other hand he slid down his sleeve and held it flat in front of his abdomen. He raised his chin slightly, and the Confucian scarf on his head fluttered in the autumn breeze among the woods.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and stared at Zhao Rong at this moment, and was actually a little dazed for a moment.

Just like when he was a child, he liked to talk to her enthusiastically about his favorite and interesting things. Although Concubine Zhao Lingfei didn't understand most of the time, she liked to listen and only wanted Rong Erge to talk to her.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled sweetly and felt that Brother Rong'er at this moment was elegant and graceful, extremely handsome, far better than any other handsome man she had ever seen, and extremely handsome.

"Oh, by the way, I have finished reading the few rare books I got from Mr. Yan, and I will ask for a few more later."

"Qingjun, haha, last time I went to return a book to Mr. Yan, he didn't believe I read so fast, thinking I just skimmed through it, so he opened the book and picked out some sentences to test me. Qingjun, guess what?"

Concubine Zhao Ling reached out to straighten Zhao Rong's collar, without thinking, and opened her lips slightly.

"Brother Ronger must have answered all the questions correctly. Mr. Yan must have praised Brother Ronger and was very surprised."

"No, I was totally wrong."

“……” Concubine Zhao Ling.

Zhao Rong blinked.

"All my answers are based on the meanings I understood from my careful reading. I know all the rigid answers in the book by heart, but I disagree with some of them. Maybe they are right, or maybe I am wrong, but I just think that these are the meanings of the words spoken by the saints. Later generations have delved too much into the meaning and have confused themselves, over-interpreting the words of the saints and predecessors, making things out of nothing. Too much is as bad as too little."

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at him without blinking and asked curiously, "What did Mr. Yan say?"

Zhao Rong smiled, "You are right, Qingjun. Although the teacher didn't say too many compliments to me, he closed the book after hearing what I said, threw it aside, stroked his beard and laughed, and even said 'good' three times."

He paused and looked at Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

"Isn't the study of classics much more interesting than music and art? Unless we like it, why would we waste time and energy to learn such boring things? Of the six arts of Confucianism, not to mention the other minor arts, the two broad roads of classics and poetry are enough for us to follow."

Zhao Rong suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.

"I don't know why the academy set rules in the Mochi Academy, requiring students to learn all six arts and take exams, wasting energy. Isn't it better to teach students in accordance with their aptitude and let them study the arts and Confucianism that they are interested in and good at? Oh, and Mr. Yan, he also forced me to study the six arts seriously and not be careless."

"Qing Jun, isn't this the same as forcing you sword cultivators to learn the complicated methods of Taoist cultivators? If your intentions are not pure, how can you be single-minded?"

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and thought carefully, and she somewhat understood Rong Erge's dilemma.

She knew Rong'er's character since they were childhood sweethearts.

Once Brother Rong'er becomes interested in something, he will concentrate on studying it without sleep or food, and will not be careless at all, just like the Confucianism and Taoism that he is interested in now.

Zhao Lingfei felt that Rong Er was quite suitable for cultivation, especially sword training, but it was a pity that his cultivation aptitude...

Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes slightly.

As for things that you don't like or are not interested in, you just absolutely dislike them and are unwilling to do so, and this impression is difficult to reverse or change, such as Le Yi right now.

For example...her past.

Concubine Zhao Ling still remembers this vividly, and even now she still feels aggrieved.

Rong'erge hated her because he was forced to get engaged and marry into the family. However, this was the order of his parents and the words of the matchmaker, and the two young people could not change it. Besides, she could not marry out of the family because of the expectations of her family.

As a result, the two of them, who were once a happy childhood sweethearts, began to become strangers. Brother Rong Er became more and more indifferent and misunderstood her, and the gap between them became deeper and deeper. The chasm dug by his cold heart seemed like the furthest distance in the world, which she could not cross.

However, fortunately, all these have become a thing of the past. After that strange dream, Brother Ronger came from thousands of miles away to bring the jade to her and held her hand.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingfei's originally rosy oval face still turned a little pale. She turned her head to look at her childhood sweetheart whom she had always thought about, took a deep breath, and once again held his arm with both hands.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and pressed her cheek against Zhao Rong's thick shoulder, feeling the endless warmth coming from him. For a moment she was frightened, but gradually she calmed down.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Rong noticed something unusual about Zhao Lingfei, stopped talking, and asked with concern.

"It's okay." Zhao Lingfei shook her head. "Brother Rong'er, please continue. I like to listen."

Zhao Rong nodded.

After a while.

Concubine Zhao Ling frowned slightly and said with some worry in her tone:

"If you are weak in music, will it affect your mid-month exam and the results of the academy's assessments in the future? I heard that these results are related to the apprenticeship ceremony in a year."

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head, "Don't worry, it's not difficult to not hold back the Ruxing Hall in the mid-month assessment. I've also told Yu Huaijin about this, but she probably doesn't believe it. As for the apprenticeship ceremony later, there's nothing to argue about. I've decided to study Confucianism and Taoism with Mr. Yan."

He thought for a moment, "Well, there are indeed some scholars in the academy who are better than Mr. Yan, such as the headmaster Zhu, whom I have never met. However, I think it is not bad to follow Mr. Yan."

At this point, Zhao Rong paused, winked at Concubine Zhao Ling, and said with a joking tone, sighing:

"So, you should not learn music art. Let them give way to you. Your husband is so talented. If I don't hide my incompetence, my dazzling brilliance will probably blind all the teachers in the academy. Well, I think it's not enough not to learn music art. You should learn a few other minor arts. Keep a low profile. Otherwise, when the apprenticeship ceremony comes, the teachers with discerning eyes will rush to hire you, and Mr. Yan will be in trouble."

"Puchi~" Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes, the corners of her eyes curled up, her eyebrows and eyes were full of joy, and all she saw was Zhao Rong's appearance, "It turns out that my husband is so powerful."

Zhao Rong glanced at her sideways and said, "I just realized that being your son-in-law is a huge loss for me. No, one wife is not enough. I have to find a few more."

The tone was still joking.

Zhao Lingfei pulled his shoulders and said, "Dare!?"

Zhao Rong raised his lips slightly, and stopped talking about this topic. Instead, he said:

"I'll take you out of the house."

"Yeah." Zhao Lingfei hugged his arms tightly, smiling like a flower.

Afterwards, the two chatted along the way, slowing down their pace. Most of the time, Zhao Rong was talking and Zhao Lingfei was listening.

However, Zhao Lingfei would sometimes whisper about her life in Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion, including her troublesome interpersonal relationships and the little things in life that made her happy for a moment. For the former, Zhao Rong would occasionally give her advice with a smile.

In the academy, in the eyes of the scholars, students and some gentlemen passing by.

This is the unique scenery of a stunning woman with an unforgettable teardrop mole, holding the arm of a young and steady scholar with bright eyes.

The woman with her hair tied up raised her head slightly, looked up at the scholar beside her with bright eyes and a sweet smile.

Time passed like a white horse, and soon they arrived at the gate of Linlu Academy.

Zhao Rong took Zhao Lingfei to register at the gatehouse again, so that the next time Zhao Lingfei came to see him, she could enter directly, which was much more convenient.

After finishing, the two people who were holding each other were ready to separate.

Zhao Rong was thinking about returning to Dongli Cottage later, and he waved goodbye.

At this moment, after taking a few steps, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stopped and looked back at Zhao Rong who was watching her with his sleeves rolled up.

Concubine Zhao Ling reached out and took out a small cloth bag from the Sumeru object, then lowered her eyes and walked back to Zhao Rong and stuffed the small cloth bag into his arms.

"I knitted a few more autumn clothes. These are suitable for reading at night after taking a bath. If you feel cold while reading at night, besides drinking more hot water, you can also open them and put them on. Don't lose them!"

After saying this, without waiting for Zhao Rong's reaction, he immediately lowered his head and turned away.

Zhao Rong was stunned, looked at Qingjun's receding back, then looked at the small cloth bag in his arms, and said slowly, "Okay, okay."

He casually put away the autumn clothes that Qingjun had knitted for him, and then watched her graceful figure disappear into the distance.

Zhao Rong turned around and walked into the academy.

Today there are still fifty "正" characters that have not been drawn.