If one day in the classroom, a female teacher with a kind heart and beautiful eyes sits with you without any hesitation, brews tea with orchids and well water, adds fragrance with her bare hands, and is quiet and elegant.

And under the gazes of countless classmates, she gently hands the teacup to you. A touch of light green floats in the teacup, and a few wisps of smoke emit warmth. In this misty tea, her smile blooms like an orchid, her cheeks are rosy with the morning glow, her bright eyes look at you without blinking, her red lips and white teeth slightly parted, and she softly says "Try it, it shouldn't get stuck in your teeth." The warm, moist and refreshing tea mist contains some refreshing orchid fragrance, which blows in your face, making it difficult to tell for a moment whether the fragrance comes from the cup of orchid tea in front of you, or the beauty in front of you.

Orchid-scented beauty, orchid tea.

What will you do when it comes into view?

Zhao Rong didn't know this before, but now this scene happened to him, a little suddenly and caught him off guard.

At this time, all the other students of Ruxingtang in the open space of Lanzhoudu had never thought of this scene. They didn't know what to do if they encountered it. But it didn't matter, there was a guy in front of them. No matter how mixed the students' moods were, they all looked at Zhao Rong with wide eyes, wanting to know how he would do it.

However, the complex and contradictory thoughts of the students of Shuexingtang were not immediately satisfied, because in their eyes, Zhao Rong was pursing his lips, lowering his head to look at the hot tea filled with white mist, and then raised his eyes slightly to look at Mr. Zhu with a raised corner of his mouth, and there was no movement for a while.

At this moment, the air on the field was as solid as syrup.

Most people's expressions remained the same as before Zhu Weirui handed over the tea, and they looked at Zhao Rong eagerly.

Time ticks by.

He still didn't move.

The students around couldn't help themselves first.

Yu Huaijin took a deep breath, and her raised hands separated and dropped naturally. She grabbed the wide robe beside her hands with both hands and squeezed them, as if wiping the sweat from her palms. After a while, her jade-like little hands were raised again.

Yu Huaijin narrowed his eyes gradually and looked carefully at Zhao Rong, who was silent at the moment.

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyu couldn't help but look at each other, staring at each other again.

Xiao Hongyu slowly turned her head again and looked at Zhao Rong. She suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth, probably because she had been breathing in cold air since just now. Xiao Hongyu licked her dry lips and continued to look at Zhao Rong's whole body carefully, as if trying to see something.

Unfortunately, a student named Zhao didn’t have it.

Li Xueyou, who was standing by, widened her eyes and looked at Zhao Rong's face curiously. Suddenly, she remembered what happened just now...

Wu Peiliang stared at the two people sitting at the table not far away with his eyes wide open, his gaze moving back and forth repeatedly between Zhao Rong's face and the tea boiled with water from the Zhengguan well on the table. He breathed rapidly, and then turned his head indignantly to look at the small bamboo tube on the long red lacquered table in front of the open space, and became even more restless.

Wu Peiliang clenched his fists and pressed down on the table. He really wanted to loudly question Mr. Zhu, whom he had always admired and respected, why this bastard... This Zhao Ziyu, who didn't write a single word, could drink the Zhengguan well water that everyone had fought so hard for as a prize, and it was the orchid-scented tea that was carefully prepared by Mr. Zhu!

Everyone in the academy knows Zhu Weirui's tea ceremony, especially orchid tea, which is unique.

But almost no one could drink it. Rumor has it that she was a bit of a germaphobe. Even if some gentlemen and scholars in the academy came to visit her for important matters, she would hardly make tea for them personally, unless they were also women and brought their own tea sets...

But what is going on now?

We were still looking forward to drinking the cold well water that would get stuck in our teeth, but in the end, you even lost your mysophobia and without saying a word, you personally poured a cup of fragrant hot tea for Zhao Ziyu using the tea set that was obviously carefully preserved?

Wu Peiliang almost couldn't help but slam the table and stand up because of this different treatment, but he stopped abruptly the next second because... he didn't dare.

He clenched his teeth and his cheeks trembled.

The gentle and elegant lady in Confucian clothes in front of him was a teacher solemnly hired by Linlu Academy. She was the first-class Confucian scholar recorded in the Zhongzhou Confucian Temple and announced to the world. She was a great Confucian monk who was at least half a step away from the Nascent Soul stage.

If you pick any one of these titles individually, Wu Peiliang and his family cannot afford to offend, nor do they want to offend.

Moreover, Wu Peiliang had always been determined to follow the path of Confucianism. When he first entered Linlu Academy, his family elders carefully taught him a very simple truth.

Among the students who can enter the 72 Confucian academies to study Confucianism, there may be many grassroots men who may be hardworking students, but for women studying Confucianism, almost none of them have an easy time. Among them, they can be divided into two special categories. One category is the Confucian women who have excellent talent for cultivation, and the other category is the Confucian women who have no qualifications for cultivation and are mortals.

Wu Peiliang remembers that the elders in his family warned that one should not offend these two types of people, and sometimes one should not even try to make friends with them.

As for why...his elders in the family didn't say.

Wu Peiliang sighed and glanced carefully at the woman in scholarly robes who was smiling sweetly at Zhao Rong.

He now vaguely understood some of the confusing words of his elders.

For example, the Ms. Zhu in front of us, is not even sixty years old yet, but has already achieved such cultivation. If other women had this kind of aptitude for cultivation, why would they bother learning Confucianism or Taoism? Wouldn't it be better to just go out and turn right to any of the four prefectures of Taiqing to practice? Why would they bother studying so hard?

However, Ms. Zhu studied it anyway, and she did very well. She passed all the tests and became one of the rare female Confucian scholars.

Wu Peiliang swallowed his saliva again, because he knew in his heart that even such a Mr. Zhu, who seemed to be extremely successful in the eyes of outsiders, might still be seen by many of her family and elders as just barely able to live up to her family tradition and status, and as for bringing honor to the family, it was probably far from enough...

No matter what Wu Peiliang was thinking at the moment, he didn't dare to act presumptuously at this moment.

The person closest to Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui is probably Fan Yushu.

He looked at the scene more carefully.

Fan Yushu's expression was very strange at this time. He was rubbing his eyes in disbelief, but when he saw that Zhao Rong did not move to take the precious cup of tea, he reached out under the table anxiously to pull Zhao Rong's sleeve.

Are you stupid? Hurry up and drink it. This is the water from the Zhengguan Well. What if you make Mr. Zhu angry and she regrets taking it back? Take advantage of it. Well, okay, I know you are shy, Tzuyu, but you are a gentleman who observes etiquette and knows the rules. You don't drink other people's food casually. Ahem, if you are really embarrassed to drink it, I can do it for you...

Fan Yushu blinked and secretly pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve.

Zhao Rong knew what his good friend was thinking, but he didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Zhao Rong slapped Fan Yushu's hand away in disdain and glanced at him sideways. "You're going to tarnish my innocence if you keep talking like this. What if people misunderstand me..."

At this moment, Zhu Weirui waited quietly for a while, frowned slightly and looked at the red sandalwood teacup with less and less tea mist. She suddenly leaned forward again, stretched out two fingers, and pushed this teacup that she had treasured for a long time and had never been touched by others towards Zhao Rong, closer to his hand. The curling white mist had already touched the back of Zhao Rong's hand.

Zhu Weirui said helplessly: "Tzuyu, drink it quickly, the tea is getting cold."

As soon as these words were spoken, the sound of tables and chairs knocking against each other could be heard on the field.

Many students in Ruxing Hall could no longer sit still, staring at Zhao Rong indignantly, as if they felt sorry for Mr. Zhu's strange behavior today. However, the way they looked at Zhao Rong made them want to push him away immediately and take his place...

Zhao Rong also felt the murderous gazes of his classmates, but he ignored them.

He looked down at this cup of thoughtful tea. Apart from the floating tea leaves, the surface of the tea was clear. It even reflected a face that Zhao Rong thought was very handsome. His frown relaxed.

Zhao Rong's eyes calmed down and he reached out and picked up the teacup.

Zhu Weirui smiled sweetly.

The students watched attentively.

Bang--

There was a slight sound, because Zhao Rong put the teacup down again the next second.

The sound of tables and chairs knocking against each other was heard again on the field.

Zhu Weirui sat upright, biting her lip lightly and staring at him.

Zhao Rong held the teacup which was seven-tenths full, looked up and met her eyes.

The reason why he didn't drink it was because there was a tacit understanding between the two of them. Zhao Rong knew that what was important to him at the moment was not whether or not this cup of tea contained tea from Zhengguanjing, but the meaning of drinking it.

Before, you can pretend that you are not familiar with each other, "Stranger, please don't come in", "Be polite and don't bother me", "What words? I don't understand what you are saying."

But now, after drinking the cup of "heartfelt" tea that Zhu Weirui personally mixed, even if the two of them know each other, you have to answer the questions you are asked, and you can't be secretive anymore... Zhao Rong knew that this was the little calculation of the woman in front of him.

On the surface, he had earned enough face in front of the students of Ruxing Hall, but there was no such thing as a free meal in the world, let alone the favor of a beauty, which was the most difficult to accept. Just think about how he was dependent on by a stupid yet "smart" little fox demon... Although the Mr. Zhu in front of him should not have that intention, it was still a "favor of a beauty" that was difficult to accept.

Zhao Rong felt a little annoyed. Why did he feel that he would be at a disadvantage if he drank it?

While Zhao Rong was hesitating, the corners of Zhu Weirui's mouth gradually flattened, her eyes drooped slightly, and in her star-like eyes, there seemed to be a kind of lively light that gradually dimmed and was about to go out, but at this moment, the indifferent man in front of her suddenly spoke.

“Ahem.”

Zhao Rong coughed twice.

Zhu Weirui was stunned and looked up.

Zhao Rong glanced around, then turned his gaze back to her and blinked.

Zhu Weirui was stunned for a moment, then he raised his eyelids, raised the corners of his mouth, and nodded slightly.

The next moment, she stretched out a slender finger, dipped it in the clean water beside her for washing hands, and then began to write something on Zhao Rong's desk.

Suddenly, Zhu Weirui retracted his fingers and stopped writing. He turned his head and smiled at Zhao Rong without even looking at the people around him:

"Tzuyu, everyone can't hear me anymore. Hey, tell them to practice calligraphy seriously, or just prick up their ears to eavesdrop... But if you have anything to say now, you can feel free to say it now."

Zhao Rong glanced at Yu Huaijin behind her. This old-fashioned and boring guy kept staring at him, making Zhao Rong feel a little nervous.

Zhu Weirui turned his head and glanced at his close disciple behind him, and said softly: "Well, except for Xuanji, Ziyu, don't worry, she won't be in the way."

Yu Huaijin withdrew her gaze from Zhao Rong. She had a stern face, stood behind Zhu Weirui with her hands folded, her eyelids drooped, and remained silent.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at Yu Huaijin who had suddenly become obedient. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Okay, that's great."

At this moment, in the open space, after watching for a while, the students of Ruexing Hall discovered that Zhu Weirui and Zhao Rong's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. Everyone looked at each other, and then gradually woke up. The students sighed softly, but although they couldn't hear what they said, many of them still glanced at Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui from time to time. The main reason was that they were curious about the cup of tea.

Zhao Rong raised the teacup in his hand, put it next to his nose, sniffed it, but still did not drink it. Instead, he spun it in his hand and played with it. He raised his eyes, looked at Zhu Weirui, and suddenly said: "Mr. Zhu, just now on the road, did you think I looked like a fool?"

"Hmm?" Zhu Weirui didn't expect him to ask this question.

But she didn't know what she was thinking of. She pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Zhao Rong with her willow-shaped eyes without blinking, "No way, Ziyu has a face like a crown of jade, sword-like eyebrows, eyes like bright stars, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, lips like painted fat, and a tall and graceful figure. In my opinion, she is also sincere and honest. How can she be a fool?"

She shook her head affirmatively, her expression serious.

Zhao Rong paused with his right hand, which was twirling the teacup. His mouth twitched slightly and he glared at her.

“Puff.”

Zhu Weirui narrowed his eyes slightly and looked happy.