The atmosphere at the table was a little awkward.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and stared at the rosewood teacup in Zhu Yourong's hand, but the position of the teacup was a bit particular, just in front of a certain shameful place.

When Zhao Rong asked in surprise, Zhu Yourong's body froze and her hand holding the tea stopped, as if she had never expected him to say such a thing suddenly. At this moment, she looked at Zhao Rong with a dazed expression, only to see his eyes drooping, staring at a certain place, his gaze straight, passionate and eager.

"Ah?" Zhu Yourong opened her lips slightly, and her cheeks suddenly flushed slightly, but her skin was as white as porcelain, and it was broad daylight, so she was very conspicuous.

"I'm asking if there's enough water in this well."

Zhao Rong stared at the teacup and said hurriedly, but then he seemed to realize something, his eyes passed over the teacup and suddenly hit two charming green hills.

Zhao Rong quickly raised his head, glared at Zhu Yourong, and said unhappily, "It's nothing else, don't think too much!"

"Oh..." Zhu Yourong opened her mouth and responded subconsciously, but just as she opened her mouth, she suddenly closed it.

She bit her lip and frowned, staring at the man in front of her who was speaking without restraint, and said in a slightly serious tone, "What else? What is Tzuyu talking about?"

As she spoke, Zhu Yourong's hand holding the teacup moved silently and shifted its position. Zhao Rongdu's gaze followed the movement. She drooped her eyelids slightly and looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm?" Zhao Rong frowned when he saw Zhu Yourong's confused expression and asked tentatively, "You...really didn't think much about it?"

"What do you mean by overthinking?" Zhu Yourong shook her head. "Is Ziyu talking about the well water for making tea?"

She raised the teacup from which she had taken a few sips to indicate.

Zhao Rong was staring at the teacup. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but glance at Zhu Yourong's expression a few more times. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the blush on her face that had not yet completely faded away.

He raised his eyelids, and then glanced at the two charming green mountains in the distance, and said with a pursed mouth: "I didn't think much about it, Mr. Zhu, why are you blushing?"

Hearing the honorific words coming out of his mouth and the casual look in his eyes, Zhu Yourong couldn't hold her temper anymore. Her eyes widened and she glanced at Zhao Rong, "You, how can you talk nonsense like this!"

Because of her background and upbringing, most of the men she had come into contact with in the past were Confucian scholars, and almost no one of them was not a gentleman with elegant manners, good manners and integrity in front of Zhu Yourong. However, she was not an ignorant white flower who was ignorant of the world. After all, she was already a great cultivator who had reached the half-step Nascent Soul stage, and had been to several states in the world. It's not like she had never seen men like Zhao Rong who were so unscrupulous in their words and deeds in the past, but she would stay away from them and ignore them. She would never give them the chance to come into contact with her. Even if she did, these men would never dare to talk nonsense in front of Zhu Yourong.

But today, the young man who was a calligrapher and saint that she had been dreaming about for the past few months, lied to her seriously that he liked to eat women's food when they first met. Now, he suddenly said some misleading nonsense, and he also kept picking on her shameful parts and asked her to admit something...

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips and glared at Zhao Rong, with a hint of shame and annoyance between her brows.

Next to the two people who were exchanging witty remarks, Yu Huaijin stood quietly, looking at her always respected teacher and Zhao Ziyu with some confusion. She frowned and thought carefully about the words and actions of the two people just now, but still didn't understand what they were talking about.

Yu Huaijin looked at the two people in front of him and shook his head.

Why did Brother Zhao suddenly ask the teacher if there was any more tea? And why did the teacher glare at Brother Zhao after hearing what he said?

Zhao Rong looked up at Zhu Yourong, and after receiving the angry look from the woman, he thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, whatever you say is what I mean. I didn't think too much about it. I was the one who thought too much."

Zhao Rong said this casually, and then ignored Zhu Yourong. He looked at the tea in her hand with a frown, keeping silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Zhu Yourong's breathing quickened. It was obviously you who was talking nonsense, but why are you still so humble? Also, what's with the tone of your voice, as if you can see through me?

Seeing Zhao Rong being so frivolous and casual, Zhu Yourong felt a little annoyed. She gritted her teeth and squinted at him.

However, for some reason, the woman in scholar's robes did not feel any disgust in her heart. In the past, she was disgusted and stayed away from those men who were frivolous and spoke without restraint. Although Zhao Rong now was different from those men, he was also frivolous and spoke casually, which was not in line with the serious and rigorous etiquette that Zhu Yourong had accepted since childhood. However, she did not feel the slightest disgust in her heart, but instead felt a little... relieved as if she had broken free from something?

It was just like when she bound her chest every day when she went out, be dignified and polite in front of outsiders, but in her heart she was always secretly looking forward to returning home, going behind the screen, stretching out two fingers to pinch the knot of the chest wrap, and suddenly pulling it, and in an instant she broke free from the suffocating bondage. She would close her eyes and breathe in relaxation, a similar feeling.

Zhu Yourong was not aware of these silent changes at this moment. She was just annoyed at the man in front of her who was both her student and teacher. Why did he always say some unexpected and strange words, making the atmosphere between them weird? Fortunately, the sound was just blocked, and it should be difficult for the students of Ruxingtang from outside to figure out what was going on just by looking at the screen. Otherwise, if he said these words in front of everyone, how could she maintain her dignified image as a teacher?

Thinking of this, Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong with some resentment in her eyes...

At this moment, she suddenly glanced sideways at the disciple behind her on the left side, and found that she did not seem to have any strange expression, but instead looked puzzled.

Zhu Yourong breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't understand the mystery, otherwise she would be so embarrassed... But even though she thought so, she still felt her cheeks getting hot again. She quickly lowered her head and subconsciously took another sip from the cup.

"Wait." Zhao Rong said anxiously, but seeing that she had already taken another sip, he said distressedly, "Zhu Yourong, don't drink anymore."

Zhu Yourong looked up in confusion, "Ziyu, what's wrong with this tea?"

Zhao Rong did not answer, but pointed at her teacup and said seriously: "Zhu Yourong, can you... give me this tea? It is very important to me."

Zhu Yourong: "..."

Yu Huaijin: “…”

Yu Huaijin couldn't help it and took a step forward, "Brother Zhao, even if the teacher thinks highly of you, you can't just make rude requests casually, please respect yourself."

She looked at Zhao Rong with a stern face. The teacher was a serious mysophobia. It was unprecedented for her to take out this set of precious tea sets to pour tea for you. Now you are asking her for the tea that she has already touched her mouth and drunk. How could the teacher agree? It's too rude...

Yu Huaijin glanced at the teacup in Zhu Yourong's hand, frowned, and turned to Zhao Rong and said seriously: "Brother Zhao, you can first tell me why you want this tea, but the cup in the teacher's hand is definitely not..."

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

Yu Huaijin was interrupted and was about to say something, but after seeing the teacher's expression, she returned to Zhu Yourong's back.

Zhao Rong watched this scene, pursed his lips and said nothing. He turned his head and glanced at the small bamboo tube on the long red table from a distance, then glanced at the teacup in Zhu Yourong's hand, his face a little hesitant, but Gui was urging him in his heart again.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the strange red snake in his meridians. He suddenly opened his eyes and said sincerely:

"Zhu Yourong, this cup of tea in your hand is really important to me. I'm really sorry for saying these rude words. If you need anything, you can tell me. If I don't have it, I will do my best to get it for you."

Zhu Yourong blushed slightly as she looked at Zhao Rong's serious face. At the same time, she also noticed his reluctant gaze resting on the teacup, as if he was waiting for her answer.

But at the same time, she also noticed through her peripheral vision and spiritual awareness that the eyes of the disciples beside her and most of the students of Ruxingtang who could not hear the sound but could see the picture were all focused here.

For some reason, this woman in scholar's robe had a hint of annoyance in her eyes. She glared at Zhao Rong, then waved her left sleeve, and all the tea sets on the table disappeared. Zhu Yourong raised her eyes and stared at Zhao Rong again, then turned her right hand that was holding the teacup, and the teacup disappeared immediately. She didn't give it to Zhao Rong, but... she didn't drink it either.

Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes and straightened her sleeves as if nothing had happened. She sat upright, spread out the stack of papers on the desk, took out a red pen, and looked like she was ready to start marking the papers.

Yu Huaijin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, but she was still a little worried about the teacher putting away the teacup and not drinking it all immediately to stop Zhao Rong from having improper thoughts.

Yu Huaijin glanced at Zhao Rong, somewhat puzzled as to why the teacher favored him so much. Could it be that the only thing that made the teacher so obsessed was calligraphy? Could it be... How was it possible? The teacher had been studying day and night recently, forgetting to eat and sleep, that possible "master" who was also a teacher in the academy.

Thinking of this, the old-fashioned woman shook her head slightly, but suddenly, her expression froze, as if she had thought of something.

Yu Huaijin suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao Rong who had a calm expression. Could it be!

At this time, Zhao Rong did not pay attention to the things around him, but confirmed again and again in his heart that it was indeed because of the water from the Zhengguan Well, and not the orchids for making tea or something. After getting the sword spirit's firm answer, he exhaled forcefully.

"Dragon Qi..." Zhao Rong's lips moved slightly.

He looked at Zhu Yourong again and opened his mouth to speak.

Suddenly, Zhu Yourong, who was dipping his pen in ink to correct the paper, did not look up, but seemed to have noticed something. He freed up one hand and waved it at the eight words on the table, which had only a few stains left.

The eight characters "A small space has its own world" disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, some slight noises in the open space came like a tide, covering the three people at the table who were alone in their little world a second ago.

The students of Ruexingtang all looked over sideways.

Zhao Rong slowly closed his mouth.

Zhu Yourong lowered her head slightly, her lips slightly curled. She held the red pen in one hand and clenched her fist with the other hand, covering her lips that looked like petals in the morning. She cleared her throat,

The woman in Confucian robes spoke in a clear voice and smiled sweetly, "Does anyone else want to hand in their papers? Sir, I have to mark them. The prize is a portion of the magical water from the Zhengguan Well for making tea."

She spoke seriously, seemingly to the people in the open space, but her clear eyes were always glancing at someone.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

Yu Huaijin and the other students looked at him.

"Why are you like a little child..." Zhao Rong muttered.

He slowly stood up and began to spread out paper and grind ink. However, the desk in front of him was a bit small, only for one student. But now Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong were sitting face to face and using it together.

Zhao Rong said politely to the woman in Confucian clothes who had taken up the seat opposite him without any hesitation, "Please move aside. I need to write."

Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes, moved the paper back, then raised her eyes and asked with a puzzled look: "Hey, Ziyu, didn't you say that you were overworked yesterday and your hands are still shaking now?"

Zhao Rong pulled up the corner of his mouth, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the brush, and said leisurely under the gaze of everyone: "Although I worked hard all day and all night yesterday, I can still draw the word '正'. It's nothing else, just my hands are practiced."

"..."Yu Huaijin.

After saying this, Zhao Rong fixed his eyes, and without hesitation, wrote the word "正".