Zhao Rong knew that every time there was such an embarrassing situation, nothing good would happen.

Either it would be even more embarrassing, or it would be socially devastating if someone bumped into it.

For example, now, Zhao Rong really wants to ask the person outside the door, did you come in on time?

But on second thought, if that person had pushed the door open a little later, he might have run into something even more embarrassing...

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong felt much more comfortable, but he was immediately stunned. What more embarrassing things were going to happen between this young master and this 'difficult-to-raise young lady Zhu'? Wasn't it embarrassing enough to be touched on the head by her now?

At this moment, in the Lanxuan study with the plaque "Yilan Youzi".

After the door was pushed open by someone and a female voice screamed, the air in the room was quiet for about three breaths.

Zhao Rong, with a speechless face, shrank back in an instant to avoid Zhu Yourong's clutches.

Zhu Yourong seemed to have a sudden thought as well. She stretched out her hand and suddenly retracted it from the man's forehead, as if she had touched a red-hot iron.

In front of the desk, the man and woman dodged almost simultaneously, and then they turned their heads almost at the same time and looked towards the door.

I saw a little girl in blue clothes with a book boy's hat tilted on her head. There was a little gray-black stain on her left cheek. Her mouth was slightly open, and her pair of big black eyes, which used to be bright and dark, were now wide open, staring at the two people in front of the desk with a fixed gaze.

One is the husband she respects, and the other is a guy whose handwriting the husband likes very much and seems not so annoying anymore.

But now...what are you doing? Isn't this too fast!?

Jingzi had one foot on the threshold and one foot outside the door, holding a bamboo teapot in her arms, ready to be taken into the study. However, the scene she saw at this moment made her mind a little confused, and she felt that all the scenery around her was in chaos:

Where is this? Is this the study? What am I doing here? That’s my husband. Sir, where are your hands? Woohoo, what’s that dangling around… Why are you not wearing a bra? There’s a man in the room, and you’re leaning so close to him, smiling and touching his big head…

The girl in blue had a lot of question marks in her head. Then, she saw the two people in front of the desk seemed to have been caught in an affair and they simultaneously tactfully lowered their heads and hands, and then acted as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Yourong even smoothed her Confucian robe, but the action of pulling and tidying up her clothes involved a certain territory that Jingzi regarded as her exclusive canteen, but which now seemed likely to be violated by someone, putting her position in jeopardy. For a moment, her emotions were "raging".

At this moment, in front of the desk, Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong saw the usually bustling little girl outside the door with such a dazed expression, and they couldn't help but frown. They looked at each other and then turned their heads away again.

Zhu Yourong cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.

Zhao Rong did not hesitate, but took a step forward, frowned and said in a clear voice: "Miss Jingzi, it's not what you think, listen..."

Bang--!

His words were interrupted, and the study fell into silence again, because the sunlight and the figure of a girl in blue were locked out...

Outside the door.

Jingzi grabbed the door handle with both hands at lightning speed, closed the door, turned around and ran away.

She didn't know where to run, but just running would be the end of it.

In the sunshine, on the flower path, she is running quietly with a teapot in her arms, with some sparkling eyes in the corners.

I won't listen to your quibbling. Humph, I won't bother you. I understand. I'll leave so that you won't feel bad about Jingzi getting in the way and call me a nuisance. Woohoo...

The teapot in Jingzi's arms is filled with freshly picked orchid tea leaves.

She had previously risked her life by wielding a small shovel to dig bamboo root mud from the bamboo forest next to the Zunjing Pavilion. After filling it with Sumeru objects, she ran back. Jingzi studied the bamboo root mud carefully and found that it was indeed very suitable for growing orchids and was a top-quality thing for growing orchids.

Later, she suddenly thought of Zhao Ziyu who gave her advice. She felt that this guy... seemed to be a pretty good person. It seemed, it seemed, maybe she had a bad temper and misunderstood him. Later, she was forced by her husband to serve tea and apologize. He seemed to be quite generous and did not make things difficult for her...

Jingzi felt a little embarrassed, so she ran to the small tea garden and picked the tea leaves, which were still covered with morning dew, herself, because she knew that Zhao Rong came to Yilanxuan to find the master, most likely to drink tea for free.

So, she carried the teapot to Lan Xuan's study, pushed the door open with ease, and then saw the scene just now...

Jingzi really never expected that Zhao Ziyu didn't just come to get tea, he came to get her husband!

What a deep routine! Are all the students in colleges nowadays so dishonest? The routine is so deep that even the teachers and professors are not spared.

Woohoo, she was careless. She shouldn't have dodged. She should have gone into Lanxuan's study with him and put out this dangerous little flame in the cradle. But now...

Jingzi raised the back of her hand and rubbed her eyes, as if there was sand in her eyes. She sniffed and looked back at Lanxuan's study in the woods in the distance.

Jingzi pursed her lips and muttered to herself.

"Woo woo, sir, you're too fast."

Excluding the time you mentioned having a spiritual connection with this Zhao Ziyu, it has been less than half a month since we first met.

"How...how did you get together with him so quickly?"

This little flame is burning too fast!

Jingzi remembered that she and her husband were outside before they came to this small place.

Because the gentleman was famous, those upright gentlemen, modest Confucian scholars, famous scholars, and even powerful monks came to see him. Sometimes they might not meet once in half a year. The gentleman was too busy, so he had to quietly entertain the guests and arrange the meetings. Even among those elegant and polite men who had known the gentleman for a long time, except for his classmates who had a good relationship with him when they were studying, they were just gentlemen friends with whom he had a casual relationship.

The gentleman has a serious mysophobia and would not even share tea sets with guests, so how could he... touch a man's head! ?

In Jingzi's opinion before, this was simply a fantasy. Her husband rarely touched her head, unless... when they were whispering at night, she arched her head too hard.

So why did the gentleman touch his head?

The more Jingzi thought about it, the redder her face became.

"Could it be... Is this the kind of raging fire described in the book?"

The little girl in blue flashed back to a quiet night when she hid under the covers and read the illustrated picture book with the dim light of a firefly. The words mentioned there were accompanied by the corresponding pictures that made her face blush...

Jingzi felt that the "secrets to growth" written in these books were useless, but the accompanying short stories were quite interesting, though a bit short.

But at the moment, none of this matters. Jingzi feels that there is a more pressing problem waiting for her to face.

On the flower path inside Yilanxuan, the short-legged girl in blue stopped walking. She suddenly hugged the teapot in her arms with force. Unfortunately, the schoolgirl's clothes were too thin and there was no soft object to cushion the pain. However, she did not have time to care about this at the moment. The momentum of declaring war on someone was more important.

In the quiet morning sunshine, the little girl slowly turned around, her eyebrows raised and gathered, her lips pursed, she stared in the direction of Lan Xuan's study, and nodded vigorously. The large page boy's hat fell forward, sliding across her forehead, eyebrows, and eyes, and was blocked by her pointed nose.

Half of the face is covered...

"oops!"

Jingzi straightened her hat unhappily, glared in the direction of Lanxuan's study, and then she pulled herself together again, with a little fighting spirit in her eyes.

There, in her former territory, a student named Zhao, who she had led into her home, was taking advantage of his harmless appearance, the cover of his student identity, his strange calligraphy, and the joy of meeting a fellow traveler, his love for the whole family, and his innocence. He was eyeing her, the eldest sister of all the orchids in the Yilanxuan courtyard, who had only cultivated for a hundred years but was highly regarded by a seventh-level great demon and lamented that she had the potential to become a demon clan great sage. He was eyeing her covetously and might even have quietly stretched out his evil claws. But the teacher was still unaware of it, like a white and tender lamb, talking and laughing at a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing...

Jingzi's expression was more serious than ever before.

Faced with this unshirkable responsibility, she suddenly felt that she had grown up. Never before had Jingzi experienced such a deep taste of growing up.

In fact... if there was just another 'master' who was competing with her for the delicious husband and the canteen's free food, Jingzi would not react so strongly. At most, they would just be jealous of each other in the future.

And maybe they won't even have to queue up for food in the cafeteria. With Mr.'s wealth, even if he provides food and accommodation, it would be more than enough for him to have Zhao Ziyu, who is a gigolo.

However, a teacher is a teacher and a student is a student. In this Confucian academy with strict etiquette between teachers and students, any sign of discord would be considered unacceptable, let alone successfully getting together. As long as the seniority does not match, everything will be in vain.

The master has already given up a lot. If this happens again and the academy or the Confucian Temple knows about it, then the position of the first-class Confucian scholar...

Moreover, Jingzi felt that there was no way she could get past someone in this academy.

At this moment, she took a deep breath and looked towards Lan Xuan's study with a more determined look.

The girl in blue focused her eyes, moved her body suddenly, took a step forward with her short legs... The next second, she twisted her body, turned on the spot, turned her back to Lan Xuan's study, and ran in the opposite direction.

There is the gate of Yilanxuan.

…

In this life, in addition to being beaten by his mother and Mr. Fang, Teacher Zhu Yourong was the first one to give Zhao Rong a beating.

Among the women I had met in the past, the only ones who had this sudden change in style were Xiaoxiao and Qingjun.

One turned into the proud fox fairy Su, and the other turned into the cold and aloof fairy Zhao.

Both of them wanted to overpower their lovers and husbands with their power and make them obey them, but neither of them would directly beat them with a stick like they were doing now.

At this moment, in Lan Xuan's study.

Zhao Rong looked at the door that was slammed shut and swallowed back the words "let me explain".

Listening to the hurried footsteps outside the door, he nodded, turned around expressionlessly, and stared at Zhu Yourong.

The latter straightened her Confucian robe, bit her lip and looked towards the door. At this moment, meeting Zhao Rong's calm gaze, she blinked her eyes slightly, looking somewhat innocent.

So... you don't care at all, right?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and remained silent.

After that, the room became somewhat quiet as the two looked at each other and no one spoke for a while.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his slightly red forehead with his palm. He looked at "Teacher Zhu" in front of him expressionlessly, as if he was confirming something, and nodded slowly.

Zhu Yourong blinked again, and quietly hid the board in her right hand behind her legs, and put her hands behind her waist.

Afterwards, as if feeling somewhat uncomfortable with Zhao Rong's calm gaze, Zhu Yourong freed one hand, raised it forward, and was about to give him another head-pat.

But in her opinion, it might just be the gentle and elegant teacher Zhu's considerate care and love for his student Zhao Ziyu.

Zhao Rong dodged the hand that made him itchy, stared at Zhu Yourong, then walked past her and went to the side of the desk. He rolled up his sleeves, picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, then lowered his head and stared at the desk with a frown.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yourong angrily withdrew her hands that were about to care for her students.

"Hey, Teacher Zhu, do you still want to learn this character?"

Zhao Rong's voice came from beside the desk. Zhu Yourong tilted her head to look. He was holding a brush with his sleeve raised up, staring at the things on the desk. Zhao Rong pressed the brush in his hand into the black ink of the inkstone, rotating it back and forth to dip it in the ink, without even looking at it, and his movements were very skillful.

Zhu Yourong's lacquered eyes rolled around.

Is Tzuyu... angry?

"Oh." She nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and then raised her lips and said in a clear voice:

"Learn, of course. Didn't I just let Tzuyu relax? You haven't taught me how to write those characters yet."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yourong trotted to the table.

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped, but he resisted the urge to look up at her, for he was afraid that he would accidentally see something that Teacher Zhu allowed to be an eyesore but not for him to see, and be arrested for trolling.

Besides...to relax, you can just pat my forehead for fun, right?

Okay, I remember that.