Zhao Rong couldn't help but take a look at Zhu Weirui's smiling face.

Beautiful and elegant willow-leaf eyes, mouth corners that are upturned like orchid petals, and an indescribable orchid temperament. As long as you get closer to her, the refreshing orchid fragrance will linger on your nose.

In his previous life, Zhao Rong had firmly believed for a long time that there was no difference between men and women. He always remained skeptical about the saying "women are made of water", and felt that men and women were all made of "cement" and would always have more or less unsatisfactory flaws no matter how they were modified.

However, at this moment, Zhao Rong wanted to say “It smells so good”, in every sense of the word.

The Mr. Zhu in front of him gave him the impression that he was really made of water, soft and flawless. Oh, and a little orchid, um, just like the cup of orchid tea that Zhao Rong was holding in his hand. Just by looking at and smelling it, he could taste its just right flavor, neither light nor strong. The orchid tea was clear and transparent, the tea mist was warm, moist, refreshing and sweet, and it was very warming to the hands.

It makes people want to take a sip.

The same feeling was given to Zhao Rong by Qingjun and Xiaoxiao in his heart, as well as some mountain fairies he had seen in Taiqing Mansion.

Perhaps because of their practice, they appear pure and flawless at first glance, as if they were made of water.

Zhao Rong tilted his head and moved his eyes away from Zhu Weirui's face. He changed the rosewood teacup in his right hand and looked at the words on the table where Zhu Weirui's jade fingers were writing with water, with retracted eyelids.

Only eight characters were seen in small regular script.

'A small word has its own world.'

The font is elegant and charming, a typical style of calligraphy of the Tiepai school. Also, it is estimated that there is no Beipai school in this world yet.

For a moment, Zhao Rong's gaze stopped.

Zhu Weirui, who had been paying attention to him, suddenly brightened up when he saw this scene.

She pursed her lips and stared at Zhao Rong's profile, and the words she had just written that his eyes were looking at.

His eyes moved back and forth, seeming a little cautious.

Zhu Weirui's waist and slender shoulders became more dignified and straighter. She clenched her sleeves with both hands, breathed more gently, and remained silent.

Yu Huaijin, who was standing by, happened to look up at this moment, and together with the students outside this small world who could only see the images but not hear the sounds, he saw this familiar scene.

Yu Huaijin opened his mouth slightly, a little surprised, because the Mr. Zhu in front of him was like a student who handed in his homework to the teacher and waited for him to correct it. His expression was a little uneasy, but he also had some hidden expectation of getting praise.

This scene was very familiar to Yu Huaijin and the students of Ruxingtang in the open space. Wasn't it the same as before...

In fact, Zhu Weirui did not notice the changes in herself, because her whole mind was focused on that person. Her movements and expressions were involuntary, and she did not think there was anything wrong.

There is no order of precedence in learning; the one who is wise is the teacher.

Moreover, calligraphy was an extremely declining art, and at her level it was almost unprecedented and unrivalled, so it was extremely difficult to find other things to learn from. She could only move forward alone in the long night, groping carefully step by step. However, at this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly appeared, just like a traveler who was lost in the night and suddenly saw a fellow traveler in the distance who had walked further than her and was lighting a dazzling lamp. How could Zhu Weirui not feel embarrassed?

This is also the reason why she reacted so strongly when she saw Zhao Rong's calligraphy on the couplet.

After waiting for a long while, Zhu Weirui looked at Zhao Rong's expression and couldn't help but speak, his tone a little timid.

"Mr. Zhao...what do you think of these words of mine?"

Yu Huaijin, who was sitting behind her, heard this and her eyelids twitched. She couldn't help but look at the teacher. She opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Zhao Rong stared at the eight beautiful words on the table and frowned.

Zhu Weirui's slender shoulders trembled slightly, she bit her lip and fell silent, but her beautiful eyebrows were tightly gathered together.

The woman in Confucian robes stared at her own writing without blinking, with a serious expression.

"Your handwriting is already very good." Zhao Rong frowned and looked at her, "It's just..."

Zhu Weirui was stunned and asked anxiously: "Sir, just what?"

Zhao Rong was helpless, "But sir, can you please stop calling me that? I am a student of Mochi, and you are a teacher of the academy. I cannot bear the word 'young master'."

Yu Huaijin had already closed her mouth and she glanced at Zhao Rong.

Zhu Weirui breathed a sigh of relief immediately. Then, she blinked, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips again, and she nodded gently, "Okay, but today we are officially acquainted, so we need to decide on the name."

Zhao Rong rested his arms on the table, picked up the purple brush, and turned it around in his hand. He thought for a moment, "Okay, just don't call me Master anymore."

Zhu Weirui narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is Ziyu's name outside the academy?"

"The single character is "Rong", which means to join the army by throwing down one's pen."

Zhu Weirui nodded, savoring the words, "Rong... Zhao Rong, with the courtesy name Ziyu. Rong means weapon, and Yu means beautiful jade. It means turning hostility into friendship. What a good name."

Zhao Rong smiled casually, "Mr. Zhu, what about you?"

Zhu Weirui opened his mouth, then suddenly closed it again, and said with the same smile: "Tzuyu, guess."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and pondered for a moment. "Sir, your surname is Zhu, and your courtesy name is Weirui. Weirui means lush vegetation and flourishing orchids. When elders bestow characters on people, most of them are opposite to their given names. So your name is likely to have the opposite meaning to Weirui. It is also a suitable name for a girl, and it should not be too complicated, but should be easy to pronounce..."

At this point, he paused, then shook his head and laughed, "The scope is too large, and it is too difficult to guess the exact answer, but... I see that you have a good relationship with orchids, so I will make a guess. Is there the word 'You' or 'Jing' in your name, or is it actually 'Jingyou' or 'Youjing'?"

After he finished speaking, Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Weirui curiously, waiting for her answer, but the latter just smiled at him without saying anything, but her smile seemed even more intense than before.

Zhu Weirui nodded and shook his head gently.

Zhao Rong stopped playing with the pen in his hand, looked at her with bright eyes, and became interested. "Mr. Zhu, please don't keep me in suspense. Is it right or wrong?"

Zhu Weirui's face was full of smiles. She held her hands in front of her abdomen and glanced at Zhao Rong, who was holding the orchid tea in his hands. She had not yet finished drinking it, and the white smoke coming out of it was gradually becoming thinner.

Zhao Rong understood, then raised his glass and took a sip.

The tip of the tongue is slightly sweet and the taste is refreshing. In an instant, the warm and sweet tea seeps from the tip of the tongue to the throat, like pulling out a flame, warming the throat and stomach.

He took a deep breath and could still smell the fragrance on his teeth and cheeks.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but raise his head and pour the wine into the cup again, then he let out a breath, feeling extremely refreshed.

Zhu Weirui narrowed his eyes and nodded, reached out to take the teacup, picked up the kettle and poured another cup of clear tea with white mist and handed it to him.

Zhao Rong took the hot tea and didn't thank him politely. For some reason, he felt indescribably refreshed after drinking the cup of tea.

Zhao Rong looked closely at the second cup of hot tea in his hand, which contained water from Zhengguan Well.

Although he did not look up at this moment, he could feel the direct gazes of his classmates in Shuexingtang from the corner of his eye.

It must be a psychological effect, Zhao Rong curled the corner of his mouth.

Yu Huaijin, who had been keeping his eyes down all the time, couldn't help but glance sideways at Zhao Rong after hearing his speculation about the teacher's name. His expression was indescribable, and this change in his expression had gradually begun since Zhu Weirui sat down here, as if... they were getting to know each other all over again.

After seeing Zhao Rong and her husband chatting and laughing so naturally and tacitly, Yu Huaijin's eyes became more complicated.

Zhao Rong took another sip of tea and looked up, "Mr. Zhu, don't you want to drink?"

Zhu Weirui shook the teapot, thought for a moment, and poured herself a cup.

She had never tasted the water from the Zhengguan Well since she got it. If she hadn't thought about raising the enthusiasm of everyone in the Ruxing Hall, especially the guy in front of her who seemed to have no desires, Zhu Weirui would have forgotten about the water. However, at present, it was useless to use the water as a prize. She couldn't get a word out of Zhao Rong that would make her want to obey him day and night, so she had to go out in person and feed the tiger with her own body...

Zhu Weirui smiled, shook the teapot again, and put away the empty teapot and the empty bamboo tube together.

"Mr. Zhu hasn't told me the answer yet."

The woman in Confucian robes held up the teacup in an elegant posture. In the mist of tea, she took a sip with her red lips. She raised her head warmly, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said in a crisp and warm voice:

"Yourong, my surname is Zhu, and my name is Yourong."

Zhao Rong murmured, "Yourong... Zhu Yourong, with the courtesy name Weirui. The orchid is in full bloom, which is luxuriant, but isolated in the empty valley, with a lonely and elegant appearance, and no one is appreciating it. This is Yourong, a good name."

Zhu Weirui smiled and lowered his head.

Seeing this scene, Yu Huaijin frowned.

Zhao Rong was thinking about the girl's maiden name when his expression suddenly froze. He didn't know what he thought of. He couldn't help but glance at Zhu Weirui and her... chest.

"That cough cough..."

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head to drink a sip of tea, and swallowed the question he wanted to ask Zhu Yourong whether she had a sister named Xuanran.

Zhu Weirui noticed something and looked at Zhao Rong in surprise, wondering, "Zi Yu, what's wrong with my name, You Rong?"

Zhao Rong shook his head like a rattle. "Nothing wrong with it, nothing wrong with it. It's a good name that suits you very well, sir. Zhu Yourong, Zhu Yourong, ahem."

Zhu Weirui smiled embarrassedly when he heard this, "Thank you, Ziyu."

Zhao Rong nodded, but his eyes still couldn't help but take a glance.

He took a deep breath. He hadn't noticed it when they were together before, but now he realized it. Mr. Zhu was wearing a loose goose yellow Confucian robe. Although Zhao Rong didn't see it as magnificent at first glance, it was just like the normal ups and downs of the distant green mountains on the other side of Li Du, not much different from the little girl.

However, one thing that must be understood is that Mr. Zhu, like other female students such as Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyou, and Xiao Hongyu, all tie their hair up, wear a crown, and wear men's clothes. According to unwritten rules, they will tightly bind their chests when moving around in the academy.

So... But Zhao Rong held back and didn't look. He stared at the eight words on the desk that Zhu Weirui had written with plain water and were about to dry up, and he was slightly absent-minded.

From this point of view, this woman is the largest that Mr. Zhu has ever seen in the academy.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and muttered something, then raised his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhu Weirui always felt that the man in front of him spoke a little strangely, but he couldn't tell what was strange. Does Tzuyu like my name?

She shook her head to dispel these thoughts, then frowned and said, "There are still some things, Tzuyu, we need to confirm in advance."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Rong put down the cup, lowered his head and did not look at her.

Zhu Weirui continued, "If we are in front of people in the academy, we will still follow the etiquette of teacher and student. I will call you Ziyu and you will call me Mr. Zhu. But when we are alone, we will be friends as equals. You can call me Zhu Yourong and I can call you Zhao Rong or Ziyu. How about this?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Sure, Mr. Zhu."

"Zhao Rong, what did you call me?"

"Yourong?"

Hearing this intimate nickname that ignored the surname, Zhu Weirui slightly turned her eyes away, not looking directly at Zhao Rong. She shook her head gently, "No, it's Zhu Yourong."

Zhao Rong twirled his pen, "Okay, Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Weirui turned his head and looked at him seriously, "Zhao Rong, call me Zhu Yourong."

Zhao Rong raised his head and smiled, meeting her gaze, then he put away the playful arc at the corner of his mouth and said loudly:

"My name is Zhao Rong. May I ask your name?"

Zhu Yourong smiled, "I am Zhu Yourong, Zhao Rong, please give me your guidance."

Yu Huaijin watched the scene quietly.

Zhu Yourong nodded, raised her lips in satisfaction, and picked up the teacup to take a sip.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's expression suddenly froze, and then he suddenly lowered his head, looking straight at the chest of the woman in the Confucian robe, and asked anxiously: "Yourong, do you have too much water?"

Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin: "..."

Zhao Rong hurriedly called the woman in Confucian robes by her intimate nickname, but he couldn't care less about that now. He stared at the teacup in front of her chest with a serious expression, his eyes fixed on it.

The surprised cry made by a certain sword spirit just now still echoes in the lake of his heart.