The study was located deep in the orchid bushes, and the west window was away from the main road, making it even more remote.

You have to go around a long circle around the study door, generally no one will come.

There were originally a few orchids facing the west window, which provided a private scene for Zhu Yourong to enjoy when she was practicing calligraphy or daydreaming or appreciating the scenery.

But now, a guy who she never expected suddenly appeared without any warning, and saw her private scenery through the west window...

The bright sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, slanting onto the west window of Lanxuan's study.

It also spread diagonally on the man and woman inside and outside the west window.

However, it did not melt the frozen and awkward atmosphere. Instead, Zhao Rong felt that he had nowhere to hide. Everything was clearly visible.

If nothing unexpected happened, he was caught by someone on the spot.

By the way, if I say that I just arrived and didn’t see anything, would you believe it?

At this moment, the two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong was stared at by the Confucian-robed woman's unblinking eyes. His expression was stiff, and he felt he had nowhere to put his right foot, which he had quietly raised to sneak aside a moment ago.

It's not right to fall down, and it's not right to continue to slide away without anything happening.

Zhao Rong suddenly wanted to raise his hand and touch his nose to ease the embarrassment, but he quickly came to his senses and gave up the action.

Ahem, did you see anything strange again? Anyway, I didn’t see anything strange, I’m just touching my ass nose…

While Zhao Rong was daydreaming, Zhu Yourong, who was working at the desk inside the west window... no... to be exact, was pressing the desk. He was leaning his head to the side. His eyes, which were originally wide open, slowly recovered, and the corners of his beautifully curved eyes became narrow and long like two willow leaves in early spring.

The woman in Confucian clothes narrowed her eyes and carefully examined the expression of the bastard outside the window, not missing any clues.

As Zhu Yourong's gaze gradually became somewhat frightening, Zhao Rong knew that he didn't have much time left.

Then just pretend you didn't see anything and say hello? Well, that's a good idea. She won't force me to ask why I'm blind, right?

I must have found an excuse to be skeptical, and then ran back to the house to bind my chest, hiding the extra thing, and then came out to test him indirectly, but... I will never admit it, Zhu Yourong can't put a knife on my neck, right? She is a woman and a nominal husband, so she must be embarrassed to say it out loud, so it's okay...

It’s just a matter of greeting more naturally. It’s not a big problem. I’m good at this.

Zhao Rong felt that his thoughts had never been so clear, and secretly gave himself a thumbs up for his clever brain.

In front of the west window, the young scholar suddenly laughed and said:

"Hey, what a coincidence, Zhu Yourong, you're here too?"

The tone was as bland and ordinary as ever.

The woman in scholar's robes stared at his smiling face, was silent for a while, and nodded slightly.

The young scholar looked around and said in a surprised tone, "I didn't expect this road to lead to here. I knocked on your door just now and you didn't answer, so I took a detour..."

The woman in Confucian robes remained calm, but her gaze at Zhao Rong was not as oppressive anymore.

Zhao Rong immediately felt the pressure reduced, and he smiled brightly, "Haha, the sunshine here is so bright."

Zhu Yourong's expression suddenly changed.

The corner of Zhao Rong's eye twitched, and he waved his hand quickly, "No, no, I mean the sun in the sky is brighter than in the past few days, and it's big, and, and... and square..."

The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

Zhu Yourong: "..."

Zhao Rong kept his mouth tightly shut.

Zhu Yourong took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched.

The next second, she put down the brush in her hand that was almost dry of ink, straightened her upper body, and turned her back at the same time, so as not to let anyone see too much of the round and square sun.

However, Zhao Rong could still see from behind that Zhu Yourong's Confucian robe was obviously tighter than before, and was propped up in some places. However, this suddenly tight Confucian robe also made her waist, shoulders, and back more slender, round, and graceful.

Zhu Yourong held the edge of the table with one hand and tightly grasped her sleeve with the other. She had her back to Zhao Rong and her face could not be seen. She was quiet for a while.

I don’t know if those picturesque eyebrows were slightly frowned, or if the lips were bitten with white marks when they exhaled?

Suddenly, a gentle and clear voice came from inside the window to outside the window.

"Morning... Good morning, Zhao Ziyu, don't run around randomly next time."

Zhao Rong's right foot finally landed on solid ground. He nodded quickly and found that she was turning her back as if she couldn't see him. He said in a serious and rare respectful voice: "Mr. Zhu, I was rude this time. I won't dare to do it again next time, even if the sun is ..."

Zhao Rong quickly stopped talking and wanted to slap his mouth hard. Why couldn't he help talking about the sun again? What was he thinking about? The sun? Thinking about...

Zhu Youren resisted the urge to close the window. She raised her hand and pressed her chest, lowered her eyes and remained silent, not knowing what she was thinking.

Outside the window, Zhao Rong was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled brightly, "Zhu Yourong, have you not finished writing on your desk? Don't worry, don't worry about me, you continue writing, I'll walk around and appreciate the orchids."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to disappear for a while, giving the woman in the room some time to "maneuver", such as... closing the west window and blocking out the sun...

Zhao Rong walked a few steps, looked around at the elegance of the orchids all over the ground, then turned sideways and walked onto a small path.

"etc."

Suddenly, another voice came from the west window behind him.

Zhao Rong stopped and looked back curiously, saying, "Mr. Zhu, what's the matter? Um..."

In an instant, his words paused, just because of the scene before him.

The elegant window, the lady in Confucian clothes with picturesque features, a few graceful orchids outside the window, and the light golden morning light bring some warmth to the picture. Of course, there is also a "big" scenery in this small scenery.

He saw that in the west window not far away, Zhu Yourong, who had been avoiding his sight, had turned around and was facing Zhao Rong, looking at him with complicated eyes.

Zhao Rong coughed and was about to turn around and not look at him, but the next second, the woman in the western window suddenly said, "Write later, Ziyu, come in first."

Zhao Rong was startled and glanced at her face.

Zhu Yourong's expression had returned to calm, and she met his gaze with a normal look.

Zhao Rong said cryptically, "It's okay. I can wait a little longer. It's a good opportunity to appreciate the orchids and cultivate my sentiments."

Zhu Yourong did not speak, but at this moment, her eyes were frank, her waist and shoulders were straight, and she stood slender and graceful. She was in a magnificent place with just the right scenery, exposed to the early morning sun without any hesitation, and reflected in Zhao Rong's bright eyes.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded.

Afterwards, Zhu Yourong went to the door and opened it, and took Zhao Rong into the study with a calm expression.

During this time, Zhao Rong had been looking at this woman with some admiration, who was not shy. However, when he followed her into the house, Zhu Yourong's white neck and ears, which were stained by the morning glow, made him realize that the woman in front of him might not be as generous and indifferent as she appeared.

The two came to the desk.

Zhao Rong spoke directly, "Zhu Yourong, I am here to visit you today because of the incident half a month ago. According to our agreement that day, I can come to your place to drink a cup of hot tea half a month later. Now the time has come... How are you preparing?"

Under his hopeful gaze, Zhu Yourong remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Zhao Rong curled his lips and was about to speak, but the woman in front of him, whose eyes he could hardly take away, raised her hand and said, "I have already obtained the well water, but... Ziyu, don't worry."

Zhu Yourong narrowed her eyes and smiled, then slowly turned around and walked to the desk. She looked up and winked at him, saying in a teasing tone:

"Mr. Zhao is helping Yourong teach two classes, which is hard work, but, is there a student that he missed?"

Zhao Rong looked puzzled. "Who? Every time we had class, Yu Huaijin and Gu Yiwu said that everyone was present. I also counted them in every class and no one was absent..."

However, under Zhu Yourong's somewhat amused gaze, Zhao Rong's voice gradually became lower.

He looked at the quiet and elegant woman in front of the table in silence, and said with a cupped hand, "Mr. Zhu, you are joking. I don't deserve the title. Also, just call me Ziyu. I can't bear the word 'Mr.'"

Zhu Yourong shook her head. She lowered her eyes and did not look at Zhao Rong, but stared at the words on the table with wet ink.

"Ziyu, don't be modest. We have known each other for quite some time. If you add the days of spiritual communication, we are already very familiar with each other. Ziyu, don't be so polite like an outsider. You know, looking around, calligraphy is already declining. There is no predecessor and no successor, and there are very few people who share the same art. I am very happy to meet Ziyu in this academy at the end of the world... Yourong... So, don't be so polite and refuse."

Zhu Yourong lowered his eyes, looking at her head with certainty.

Zhao Rong also lowered his eyelids and looked at the words on the table without saying a word.

Zhu Yourong raised her head and smiled, breaking the silence that was about to come, "Ziyu, come here and help me check this word '正' to see if it reflects your spirit."

Zhao Rong thought about it, walked to the table, and stopped being shy and polite. He moved closer to the calligraphy post. The two of them stood very close to each other, looking at the words on the paper together.

Zhu Yourong's meaning of the words just now was very simple, that is to define the relationship between the two of them as people of the same path now, and when they get along with each other, they can just treat each other as "fellow Taoists".

Money is easy to get, but a true friend is hard to find.

Now, in private, she, a woman, a respected and noble female teacher in the academy, a top-class Confucian scholar, and if Ruo Gui was right, a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, she no longer abides by the etiquette in front of outsiders, but treats Zhao Rong as a fellow soulmate and treats him honestly.

If Zhao Rong, a grown man, was still embarrassed about this and that, thinking that the other party had that kind of thoughts, it would be too petty and narcissistic. What's more, Zhao Rong himself had no idea of ​​developing in that direction, so he had a clear conscience to teach her calligraphy with sincerity.

At this moment, Zhao Rong carefully studied Zhu Yourong's handwriting for a while, nodded slightly, and couldn't help asking: "Shan, how long have you been writing this?"

He raised his eyes to look elsewhere on the table, and reached out to flip through the neatly piled up mountains of calligraphy practice papers. He saw that there were about a thousand sheets of the word "正" that he had learned from him.

Each piece of calligraphy was filled with densely packed ink-colored small characters, which could make those with trypophobia feel numb. However, Zhu Yourong's unique elegance and gracefulness as a woman's calligraphy could slightly alleviate the monotony. In Zhao Rong's eyes, it was pleasing to the eye, although it was all regular characters, which was a bit weird...

Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Yourong's profile. She was concentrating on the words, biting her lip, thinking about something. She said in a nonchalant tone:

“I didn’t count, I just kept writing and writing until I was satisfied… Oh, Tzuyu, can you help me take a look at this character? I always feel that it’s not handled well, especially the dot method. I think it’s too delicate and ruins the whole sentence. And this character, its long stroke…”

Zhu Yourong placed some pieces of fragrant flower curtain paper in front of Zhao Rong, rolled up his sleeves, and pointed at a few places.

Once she talked about calligraphy, she found it difficult to stop and forgot all other things and topics.

Zhao Rong looked in the direction she pointed out. Among the characters she pointed out were the simple but difficult to write character "之", the complex character "谦", and so on.

Zhao Rong gave an explanation and even took up a pen to demonstrate in the middle, but it was still a bit tedious to explain word by word, and Zhu Yourong's questions were too complicated.

His eyes narrowed slightly...

After two sticks of incense.

"Tzuyu, how should we deal with the several horizontal strokes of the word '静'? What strokes should we use? My idea is to make it plain yet dangerous, yet neat and uniform. Several horizontal strokes should look like a mighty and orderly military formation, with a majestic and magnificent momentum. I learned this from your writing of '正', and I have some understanding of it, but..."

In front of the desk, Zhu Yourong frowned slightly and pressed a word on the paper with her slender fingers. Because she was close to Zhao Rong at this time, she asked in a soft voice.

"But I tried all night, and after I put pen to paper, I felt that it lacked some meaning, let alone forming a word. I rejected countless drafts... I have never seen you write this word before, and my brushwork is not good enough. I can only try to imitate your brushwork and slowly explore, but my hand still cannot reach the true meaning of sudden enlightenment."

She tilted her head and looked at Zhao Rong beside her with a little anticipation in her eyes. Her previous calmness and elegance suddenly changed.

It was like she had become a little girl who was looking forward to being taken outside by adults to see new things. She would run forward holding the adults' hands, her eyes full of eagerness, and her pupils would sparkle like summer stars.

"Tzuyu, teach me quickly."