The water from Zhengguan Well!

Zhu Weirui's simple words caused an uproar among the students of Ruxing Hall.

The students turned their heads to look.

Yu Huaijin's expression changed slightly and he couldn't help but look sideways.

Wu Peiliang opened his eyes and looked up suddenly.

Li Xue opened her little mouth slightly, and Xiao Hong straightened her waist.

Fan Yushu widened his eyes and stared without blinking.

All the students' eyes were fixed on the small emerald green bamboo tube at the head of the long red lacquered table.

The ordinary bamboo tube became the focus of the whole event.

However, one person seems to be an exception.

Zhao Rong was originally concentrating on studying a new sutra. When he heard Zhu Weirui say that this class exercise had a prize, he looked up and raised his eyebrows.

But when he saw her, he took out a small bamboo tube and said it was well water. Then Zhao Rong lowered his head and continued to study Confucian classics.

Fan Yushu clenched his fists and pounded his palms.

"Tzuyu, Tzuyu, it's the water from the Zhengguan Well. Only those who are scholars in the academy can have the chance to drink this water! I was wondering why my left eyelid kept twitching when I woke up this morning. I thought it was because I saw that you looked like you had kidney deficiency and that you deserved the punishment for your disloyalty yesterday. I didn't expect that I would have the chance to drink this water from Mr. Zhu's place!"

Zhao Rong curled his lips and ignored Fan Yushu's next words. Instead, he said casually without raising his head:

"Isn't it still water? When we passed by that well before, I heard you say that this well water is only good for making tea. Could it be that there is something else magical about it?"

His final tone was filled with anticipation.

Fan Yushu was stunned. "Uh, the magical thing, I haven't heard of it, and I don't know if it exists. I just heard that the water from Zhengguan Well tastes cold and has a strong fragrance. It is a magical thing for making tea and drinking it yourself."

"Oh." Zhao Rong responded.

Fan Yushu straightened his back and looked at the small bamboo tube in the distance that everyone was paying attention to. "Tzuyu, whether it is magical or not is not the key point. Whether it tastes good or not is also secondary. What is important is the symbolic meaning of this Zhengguanjing water!"

"Hey, how can I tell you..." He looked at the thing with burning eyes and sighed.

"In the entire academy, only the headmaster can draw water from the Zhengguan Well, and only the new gentlemen who have just entered the academy can get a small portion of the well water. If we, the students and scholars, want to get this well water, besides being rewarded with a small portion for making great contributions to the academy, we can only be evaluated as the academy's reading seeds. Reading seeds, I haven't even met the rumored senior brothers and sisters yet, and I don't even know their names. I heard that there is a surnamed Sima..."

Zhao Rong, who was reading with his head down, raised his index finger and turned a page. He muttered, "Reading seeds..."

Fan Yushu nodded.

"This is the highest honor among the students and scholars in our academy. They can even be on par with the teachers in the academy. In some aspects, their status is the same. They are all the key training objects of our Linlu Academy. The resources and connections they have obtained are unimaginable. They are also equivalent to candidates for the headmaster. The future headmaster will be selected from among them. However, the difficulty of obtaining this title..."

"Sometimes, there won't be one winner in several consecutive classes. However, we have Yu Huaijin in this class, and we don't know if she can win."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, as if thinking about something.

Fan Yushu also nodded along with him and patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder.

"Okay, Ziyu, I've already told you how powerful the status of a book seed is. You can use it to have a sweet dream. As for the conditions for obtaining it, I won't tell you yet. In fact, I don't know either, but that's not important. The important thing is that you'd better not know it, because it will affect your sense of involvement in your beautiful dream. The gain is not worth the loss. But I just hope that you can take me with you in your beautiful dream, and we can become book seeds of Linlu Academy together."

Zhao Rong heard this and folded a corner of the book. Then he closed the book and turned to look at Fan Yushu. He nodded and clasped his fists, "Thank you so much, Brother Yushu. However, if I dream that you have become a bookworm like me, it will affect my beautiful dream. This title will be meaningless."

Fan Yushu: “…”

He blinked and looked at Zhao Rong's sincere expression, feeling a little itchy.

Fan Yushu said unhappily:

"I'm not going to talk about this any more. You've led me off topic again... Ziyu, you just need to know that the water from the Zhengguan Well is of great significance in our academy. If you can drink a sip of this water today, the next day... not even the next day, in the afternoon, it will spread throughout the entire Mochi Academy. Even the scholars outside will hear of your name and be envious of you."

Zhao Rong said seriously: "It's still just a mouthful of water, it's just an empty name."

He paused, thought for a moment, and said, "I may not even drink it even if it's placed in front of my mouth. After all, drinking cold water in this weather will get stuck in my teeth."

After he finished speaking, many students around him looked at him sideways.

Fan Yushu sighed, "Tzuyu is indeed a man of high character and integrity. It is we who are vulgar. How ashamed of ourselves."

Zhao Rong blinked and clasped his fists in return.

Fan Yushu tried to test him, "Then Ziyu, how about you and I both write a piece of calligraphy? I usually think your handwriting is quite neat, maybe Mr. Zhu will like it and it may be a hit with us. Let's try it together. If I don't win but Ziyu does, then according to your noble character, let me drink it and let me be vulgar for once?"

Zhao Rong nodded thoughtfully, then said decisively: "No."

Fan Yushu choked and glared at him, then hurriedly lowered his head and began to write seriously. An incense stick of time was not a long time.

Zhao Rong had a smile on his face. He glanced at Fan Yushu who was concentrating. It was the first time he saw this guy with such a serious attitude. He laughed and shook his head, and no longer delayed his friend who wanted to grab the prize.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes slightly and looked at the woman in Confucian clothes with a smile on her lips in front of him, then lowered his head and continued reading.

Zhu Weirui was standing behind a long red table with her hands behind her back, her chin slightly raised and a smile on her lips as she watched the students below the stage busy and hardworking after being aroused. She turned her eyes to the left quietly and the next second she saw Zhao Rong sitting quietly, reading a book.

"Um?"

Zhu Weirui spoke with a light nasal tone. She stared at Zhao Rong for a while as he was immersed in his studies. He was out of tune with the other students who were busy studying in the open space, and he had no intention of writing at all.

The woman in Confucian robes frowned slightly.

The time of one stick of incense passed quickly.

During this period, no student submitted their papers early. After all, only the best handwriting would be selected, so it would not make a difference if you wrote as many as possible and picked out the best one to submit.

The students stood up one after another to hand in their papers.

Fan Yushu's brows relaxed, he let out a breath, put down his pen, carefully picked up a piece of flower curtain paper that had not yet dried on the ink, and blew on it.

He turned around and found that Zhao Rong had not said a word and was just flipping through a book.

Fan Yushu didn't look at it any more. He picked up the calligraphy that he was most satisfied with and walked forward to hand in the paper excitedly.

Confucianism attaches great importance to respecting teachers. When teachers in academies do anything in class, their students will almost always do it for them.

This is the case with the students at Lanzhou Ferry submitting their papers now.

After the incense stick of time was up, Yu Huaijin, who had finished writing long ago, took her rice paper and walked directly to the red lacquered desk and collected the students' rice paper.

The students lined up in an orderly and silent manner and handed in their rice paper.

Wu Peiliang was the first one to get up and hand in his paper.

He has been practicing calligraphy hard for some time, and whenever he has free time, he copies the famous calligraphy works collected from the mountains at home.

Wu Peiliang's scores in the seven arts were among the best in Suixingtang. In the last mid-month examination, he was ranked fourth in the hall. However, he felt that it would be difficult for him to surpass the top students. As for calligraphy, in the last mid-month examination, everyone's scores were not much different.

This made Wu Peiliang see an opportunity, an opportunity to surpass others, so calligraphy became a skill he must pursue, and he put a lot of effort into it.

At present, the only person in Shuexingtang who he regards as his rival in calligraphy is Yu Huaijin.

In the last mid-month assessment, although her calligraphy was also ranked first in Ruxingtang, the gap between her and the later students was very small. Unlike the other six arts, some of them were even given full marks by the teachers, making it difficult for the students of Ruxingtang to catch up.

The last time, Wu Peiliang was very close to Yu Huaijin in calligraphy, and he always thought that Yu Huaijin just had the advantage of being close to him in this new art.

After all, no one was familiar with calligraphy before, but Yu Huaijin followed Mr. Zhu to Linlu Academy, and the close teacher-student relationship between the two was almost well-known in Mochi Academy.

Wu Peiliang, holding the calligraphy rice paper in his hand, deliberately took a step forward and was the first to hand in the paper, walking in front.

He came up to Yu Huaijin, glanced down and looked at the calligraphy that Yu Huaijin had put on the table first.

Wu Peiliang handed over the letter in his hand, bowed with a smile and said, "Thank you, Senior Yu."

Yu Huaijin nodded slightly, put away his words, and superimposed them on her own words. However, throughout the whole process, Yu Huaijin did not lower her head to look at Wu Peiliang's words.

Wu Peiliang turned and left, the neat and elegant words that had just come into his sight flashing through his mind.

He took a breath, thought about it, and compared the calligraphy with his own in his mind.

After a while, Wu Peiliang nodded slightly, smiled slightly, and walked away with brisk steps.

We should be able to win.

As for the calligraphy that the students later handed in, he was not too worried. According to the experience of the previous calligraphy tests, other students had only won the first prize once at most, which showed that luck played a big role. He and Yu Huaijin had won the first prize several times, but Yu Huaijin had won a little more.

This time, Wu Peiliang made sufficient preparations after class...

The students of Shuexing Hall handed in their papers one after another. Yu Huaijin collected them one by one and recorded the order of their names so that it would be easier for Zhu Weirui to mark them later.

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu were queuing.

Li Xueyu had nothing in her hands because Xiao Hongyu had snatched them away to look at.

Xiao Hongyu bit her lip and looked at her friend's elegant and peaceful small calligraphy, then looked at her own handwriting.

Xiao Hongyu's shoulders slumped, and she handed back Li Xueyou's letter, pretending to be resentful:

"Hey, Xueyou, have you practiced behind my back? Your writing is so good, I think you're almost catching up with Huaijin. Humph, you two don't teach me. I won't play with you anymore. When we play together, I'm always the last one."

Li Xueyu pursed her lips and smiled, knowing that her friend was joking, but she still pulled Xiao Hongyu's sleeves with both hands, shook them gently, and gave her a bright smile.

Xiao Hongyu couldn't hold it back any longer and burst out laughing. She looked at Yu Huaijin in front of her and said, "Xueyou, who do you think will win the championship and get the well water today?"

Li Xueyu thought about it and shook her head.

Xiao Hongyu sighed, "I think it should be either Huai Jin or Brother Wu. They have been taking turns to win in the last few times. At first, the situations where people can win by luck are becoming less and less."

She turned her head and glanced at Wu Peiliang's back, and sighed, "Brother Wu is amazing. He can actually catch up with Huai Jin."

"Yeah." Li Xueyu also followed her gaze and nodded.

As they were talking, it was their turn. The two of them bowed, handed in their papers, and returned to their seats together.

After a while, the students who had lined up to hand in their papers had dispersed and no one came forward.

Yu Huaijin lowered his head and counted the papers.

All the students looked at her and Zhu Weirui quietly.

Yu Huaijin suddenly frowned, staring at the stack of papers with the wrong number in her hand. After a moment of silence, she raised her head and looked directly in the direction of Zhao Rong, only to see that the man was still busy with his own things.

The next second, she moved, held her hand and walked towards Zhao Rong with an expressionless face.

"Xuan Ji, come back." Zhu Weirui said suddenly.

Yu Huaijin stopped, turned around and saluted, "Teacher, I haven't collected them all yet."

"It's okay. I know."

Zhu Weirui pursed her lips, picked up the stack of papers on the table, walked past Yu Huaijin, and went to Zhao Rong's seat.