Yilanxuan is exceptionally quiet today.

In the flower garden in the yard, there is no longer a quiet figure practicing calligraphy at his desk.

Among the lush flowers that bloom regardless of the season, there is also a missing girl in blue who used to run around busily with a shovel to loosen the soil.

As for the waiting pavilion beside the gate, since someone became an assistant teacher, no more students from Mo Chi came to seek advice.

In fact, this does not mean that the students of Mo Chi have no more questions to ask Mr. Zhu, but no one would be stupid enough to come and be the grandson of some "grandmother" for no reason.

And this 'girl' named Jingzi, who couldn't calm down at all, was crouching in the bamboo forest beside Zunjing Pavilion not far from Yilanxuan, quietly but diligently picking up a small shovel to 'steal' soil, but she seemed to be racing against time.

The girl in blue was shoveling bamboo root mud in her hands. She raised her little head from time to time and looked around, just like a little deer that sneaked to the river to drink water, looking around vigilantly from time to time.

Her big, round eyes were mostly glancing at the attic next to her with the inscription "Zunjing" that blocked out the sunlight.

The attic was quiet, early in the morning, no one entered and no one left.

Jingzi breathed a sigh of relief.

You know, in the past, if it wasn't necessary, she wouldn't go near here, unless she was brought along by her master and had to follow him, like a few days ago...

But today, for the sisters who were suffering in Yilanxuan, Jingzi wiped her sweat, put on a stern face, and fought...

At this time, in the quiet Yilanxuan, there is an elegant study hidden among orchids and leaves.

A woman's gentle and clear voice is responding.

"…But other than that, if I say that I don't think about anything else and just think about doing what I like and writing my own words all day, that's not entirely true."

"Let's talk about calligraphy. If I can luckily follow this path while writing happily, it would be the best. Yourong is not a person without desires. I will feel proud and satisfied if I can turn the things I like into a smooth road, so that people who love calligraphy in the future can follow this path without obstacles. In fact, this is one of the reasons why I came to Linlu Academy to teach the 'Seventh Art' while writing."

"Besides that, I want to silence my former opponents and make my family and friends happy and proud... If I can accomplish these, it would be the best."

"But even if there aren't any, it doesn't matter. They are just the scenery along the way, not the purpose of doing these things. They are... just embellishments."

"That's all...that's all!"

She continued to speak, and finally fell silent, but her tone became more and more certain.

At this moment, inside the room, in front of the desk, a woman in Confucian clothes who wasted her clothes was standing on tiptoe with her body leaning forward, her center of gravity leaning on the edge of the table. She had one hand on the table next to the inkstone, and the other hand had been stretched to the top of her head at some point, with her five fingers slightly spread and raised high, as if she was trying to grab something in the sky above her head and hold it firmly in her hand.

The young scholar standing by, with his sleeves rolled up, looked at the originally quiet and elegant woman in front of him, who for the first time ever made such a silly and somewhat "middle school" move. He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

It was kind of funny, but for some reason, I couldn't laugh.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, watching this scene. Seeing Zhu Yourong like this, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

It turns out that she is neither of the first two types as imagined. She is just a fool who simply loves to write.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and glanced at Zhu Yourong's serious profile for a few seconds.

So, it’s interesting people and interesting things?

Suddenly, Zhao Rong subconsciously glanced again, just a glance, and saw "something very interesting" about this interesting person in front of him.

If the scenery here was not hidden, it would be hard to ignore, especially at this moment, she was standing on tiptoe, with her chest and head held high, and her hands raised upwards.

In fact, from a certain perspective, it is no wonder that Gui urged Zhao Rong to have a gigolo relationship with Zhu Yourong after seeing her for the first time.

Zhao Rong is not the only one who can eat this free meal. The whole family can probably eat it...

At this moment, Zhu Yourong's innocent posture unexpectedly brought a different feeling.

It further highlighted the close-fitting nature of the Confucian robe, except for the most eye-catching pair of big and "square" suns that made Zhao Rong secretly worry that they would suddenly break through the clouds at some point and freeze all the air.

It also outlines the other beautiful and round curves of her plump and graceful body.

This is a scene that had previously been hidden behind the loose Confucian robes and ignored.

Now, just because of a somewhat childish action, it was fully revealed in front of Zhao Rong... In this way, with the overall combination, the scenery of the sea embracing all rivers does not seem so abrupt.

Because with Zhao Rong's discerning eyes that were good at discovering and appreciating beauty, he had to admit that Zhu Yourong's body curves were indeed very good, even to the point that they could only be described directly with crude language.

At this moment, even though it was not the first time he saw it, Zhao Rong couldn't help but secretly smack his lips in amazement.

He was somewhat worried that Zhu Yourong's robe would be torn, and at some point, he would be caught off guard and thrown to the ground...

Then, he suddenly felt confused as to how she had managed to hide it by wrapping her chest in cloth. It must have been very uncomfortable.

If Qingjun was like this, Zhao Rong would definitely be heartbroken. Before, when he saw his beloved wife's two small and delicate jade feet, Zhao Rong frowned and worried whether she had secretly wrapped them. But later, Qingjun seemed to see him frowning, and she turned around and worried whether Zhao Rong thought they were too big and didn't like them. She was disgusted in her heart and asked anxiously if she wanted to try to wrap them, but Zhao Rong quickly stopped her and explained that he couldn't bear to...

However, looking at Zhu Yourong who seemed a little different at this moment, Zhao Rong just cursed himself inwardly for worrying about nothing, while his eyes were filled with admiration.

Thoughts are innocent.

Because in his eyes, Zhu Yourong at this moment was indeed very different. The most important thing was the temperament and confidence that emanated from within.

This is what is truly dazzling, not just entertaining people with beauty.

Zhao Rong now privately believes that this is the true beauty of a woman… So, those inspirational chicken soup articles in my previous life that encouraged high-level beauty and criticized low-level beauty were not deceiving me?

But if a woman has all of these, that would of course be great.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly with a serious expression. Thinking of this, his eyes looked towards a certain low-level beauty with a critical look...

Just when someone's eyes are not honest and distracted for a moment.

Zhu Yourong, who was in a somewhat carefree posture, narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and then his eyes suddenly widened.

The next second, her chest-and-head-puffing posture collapsed, and her movements suddenly changed. She grabbed a stack of manuscripts beside her, rolled them up with both hands, and slapped the guy on the head with lightning speed.

Bang——!

"What are you looking at?"

Zhu Yourong's tone was fierce.

Caught on the spot.

Zhao Rong: “…”

Zhu Yourong's face turned fierce, and he glared at Zhao Rong. He waved the manuscript in his hand in front of him as if to protest, "You were just looking at something else again!"

"???"

Zhao Rong's face was full of black lines. Why use "again"?

Bang——!

Seeing that he looked dissatisfied and opened his mouth as if to make an excuse, Zhu Yourong raised her hand again, picked it up heavily, and then gently knocked Zhao Rong on the head. Her beautiful face showed an expression of disappointment.

"We finally had a heart-to-heart talk and the atmosphere was good, but you ruined it all. You, what are you thinking about all day long?"

Her clear and sparkling eyes reflected Zhao Rong's face. She spoke eloquently and softly.

"I thought you were different from other men. Although you are not a great man, as you are trying so hard to get rid of, you should be a unique man. But now it seems..."

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips, stared at Zhao Rong, and remained silent.

Seeing these watery eyes, even the shameless Zhao Rong felt guilty, as if he had really done something secretly that he shouldn't have done, and she caught him, causing the beautiful woman in front of him to mourn in silence. His crime was unforgivable, so he should quickly wash his neck and end his life. Maybe he could even win a few tears of regret from the woman.

But who is Zhao Rong?

If Su Xiaoxiao were present to answer this question, she would definitely jump up and answer it.

Zhao Lang is a bad guy.

Then, under Zhao Rong's smiling but silent gratified gaze, the little fox demon would surely spit a few times, change his words, and pat his chest with certainty, saying:

'Scholar, little Zhao Lang is a scholar with lofty ideals.

I will never do things like pinching Xiao Xiao, kneading Xiao Xiao, pressing Xiao Xiao, biting Xiao Xiao... and touching, holding, pulling, holding, stretching, arching, in and out, shaking, patting... flicking Xiao Xiao in the bed at night. Hmm, it seems that's all. Hmm, I won't do things that are not so scholarly to bully Xiao Xiao. Don't you think so, Zhao Lang? '(Zhao Rong: ...)

At this time, next to the desk.

Zhao Rong leaned back, thinking that he had escaped the attack range of the busty woman in front of him.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhu Yourong, and actually wanted to tell her in a sincere tone.

It's really true. You are right. I am really not a strange man. I am just a small son-in-law. Mr. Zhu, please don't look up to me anymore. Don't. What? That's right. I just don't know how to appreciate it...

However, at this moment, Zhu Yourong also threw a black pot of being dirty and mean, and having impure intentions, suspecting that he was thinking about something wrong, and Zhao Rong could not tolerate it.

He said seriously:

"I didn't look around randomly, and don't add the word 'again' to tarnish my innocence. I was just looking at her with an admiring eye, openly and honestly."

Zhu Yourong held a roll of manuscript in her hand, covering her chest with a frown.

"Okay, Zhao Ziyu, you've admitted that you were looking at it, and you've even found another way to cover it up, using some twisted theories and heresies to justify it. Let me ask you, do you know where you were looking at? Did the most holy teacher ever teach you not to look at anything inappropriate?"

Zhao Rong said without thinking, "Of course I know. I was looking at what was bothering me just now. As for the Great Saint Teacher, he taught me a lot. He also said that you are difficult to raise. Now it seems that he is right."

Zhu Yourong nodded. So it's all my fault. I didn't bind my chest, which made you distracted? Besides, did I eat your rice or waste your fabric? You said it's hard to raise...

Bang——!

“…”

Zhao Rong was careless and didn't dodge, but... he was so strong, is this the half-step Nascent Soul? It felt like there was no way to dodge it... Damn it.

Zhu Yourong raised her chin slightly, snorted, and glanced at him.

"Can you please repeat what Ziyu said? I didn't hear it clearly just now."

She looked at Zhao Rong with the corners of her lips raised, but her voice was more gentle than ever before.