In Zhao Rong's field of vision, the slanting sunlight was dazzling.

Therefore, the figure of the man walking towards the setting sun appeared a little dark.

However, this young man seemed to have a strange affinity. His appearance was not outstanding, just fair, but the smile on the corner of his mouth always made people unconsciously focus their eyes on his face.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly.

Finally I could see clearly who was coming.

He really didn't know him and had never seen him.

This person was dressed in ordinary light blue clothes, with a jade disk hanging around his waist. His clothes were simple and elegant, and he wore a headscarf, but it was not meticulous. Instead, a lot of his black hair was hanging down in a messy manner and was not tied up properly.

Zhao Rong felt as if he had been staying idle in the house for several days. Occasionally, he had to go out, so he pulled on a headscarf and tied his hair casually as he walked.

Casual but not sloppy, rather elegant.

The smile on Gain's lips seems to be telling you that those little things are not important and you don't need to care about them.

That's confidence.

Zhao Rong smiled.

The elegant young man nodded to Sima Du, then walked past him, stood in front of the door of Ruexing Hall, and glanced at the students in the hall with different expressions.

As if with telepathy, his gaze quickly left the students in green robes and locked onto the young scholar on the podium, who was wearing ordinary autumn clothes and seemed to be the teacher.

At this moment, I saw a strange smile on Zhao Rong's face.

The elegant young man smiled even more.

The two looked at each other.

"Zhao Ziyu?"

"It is me, Your Excellency?"

"Yang Wuwei."

Zhao Rong smiled, "Why not, Youwei?"

Yang Wuwei smiled, "I dare not act, so it is better to do nothing."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Good."

Yang Wuwei suddenly said: "Not all official history can be relied upon, and not all unofficial history is without basis. It is up to you to choose."

Zhao Rong did not say anything, but looked at the elegant young man carefully.

Yang Wuwei bowed gracefully.

Zhao Rong turned around and returned the greeting.

Yang Wuwei moved aside, making room for the door, and signaled Zhao Rong with his eyes.

The latter nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly.

Yang Wuwei tilted his head to look at the students below the podium, and then glanced at the items on the long table in front of Zhao Rong.

He raised his eyebrows and saluted Zhao Rong again.

Zhao Rong returned the greeting.

Yang Wuwei had a smile on his face.

"On the seventh floor of the library, I'm waiting for Brother Zhao. Just tell me your name and you can go upstairs."

Zhao Rong nodded with a calm expression.

This scholar, who was the second person to visit Ruexingtang today, bowed to all the students in the hall and left with a wave of his sleeves.

After he left, the Suixing Hall remained as quiet as before.

A pair of eyes were looking at Zhao Rong on the podium.

The hall remained silent for three breaths.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the sun outside, sighed softly, and turned back to face the strange gazes from the audience.

He looked a little helpless.

"Let's hurry up and go to class. We've been busy for half an hour and we're running out of time... Well, I don't know him either. This is the first time I've seen him, so don't ask me."

Zhao Rong shook his head and continued to reach out to collect the "Yong" homework that everyone handed in.

While doing the work at hand, he muttered:

"The seventh floor? It's a bit difficult to climb... It's troublesome."

The young scholar frowned.

Students of Ruxing Hall: “…”

This calligraphy class, which had 'a lot to do', resumed soon.

However, unlike the lazy attitude of most students in the morning, at this moment, all the students were sitting upright on small benches, most of them with a serious attitude, except that they put their hands behind their backs and stared at Mr. Zhao.

Wu Peiliang looked extremely well-behaved, and I wonder if he was secretly afraid in his heart.

Many students even looked up at the figure walking back and forth on the podium, and their faces looked a little embarrassed.

Mr. Zhao was right, he was really busy on his day off.

And from what he said, he seemed to have a wife who might come to check on him at any time...

On the corridor of Mochi Academy.

Sima Duyi was walking with his hands hanging down.

I just saw Yang Wuwei, he was going to find Zhao Rong.

He stared at Zhao Rong with cold eyes, then turned and left.

I didn't wait outside the Ruexing Hall for the get out of class to end.

He was also very busy, especially after he had just returned from Nanxiaoyaozhou, he still had a lot of things assigned by his master to deal with.

Although Sima Duyi secretly frowned at the boastful words Wu Peiliang had said when he was borrowing his power.

But some of the things he said were absolutely correct.

His time is indeed precious and cannot be wasted.

Moreover, Wu Peiliang's words were not even bragging, but rather "derogatory".

The only thing Sima had to do was, of course, not something as boring as "having a meal or drinking tea with the scholars in the academy".

Because I don’t even have this kind of skill.

Many of the important affairs of the academy were thrown onto the shoulders of Sima Duyi, the deputy principal.

When I think about the seemingly endless things I have to do every day, and the current dire situation among the top management of Linlu Academy.

Sima Duyi pursed his lips.

This kind of "bad" is not the bad thing about the intrigue among the top leaders, but... there is no intrigue at all.

Those headmasters, deputy headmasters and old masters are unwilling to take care of anything and just focus on being hands-off bosses.

Some are reading books, some are teaching, and some are fishing.

Well, there was also one who went to Mochi Academy and became a high-ranking priest, under the pretext of cultivating students for the academy and training the next generation of pillars of society.

Whatever you say, educating people is a huge responsibility, and you need to be focused and work hard, so please stop bothering me...

There were also some teachers and leaders, but Sima Duyi didn't know where they had gone. He doubted whether these people still existed because he hadn't seen them since he entered the academy.

However, such a large Confucian academy, a place where the cultural essence of an island is concentrated, must maintain its daily operations.

Therefore, there are countless affairs to be arranged in the academy every day.

Important matters and difficult problems outside the academy need to be resolved and handled.

So they had no choice but to... conscript young men.

Unfortunately, Mr. Sima Duyi was one of these unlucky guys, and his disciple also suffered.

Well, in the words of the older generation such as the dean, this is to add burden to the shoulders of the young people in the academy, and it is the glorious tradition of Linlu Academy.

So unless something drastic happens.

Now those who are in charge of the academy are almost all young and middle-aged.

The headmaster directly gave Sima's only teacher the high position of deputy headmaster, patted him on the shoulder and told him not to let down his time and the earnest expectations of his predecessors.

On the corridor, Sima Duyi shook his head.

These are some unreliable seniors.

He also heard the teacher say with a bitter face that waiving things seemed to have become a traditional skill of every generation of management at Linlu Academy.

The current headmaster, Mr. Zhu, was appointed to the position passively in a similar way. The smarter ones would have run away long ago.

Moreover, Sima Duyi has recently discovered that his master has shown some signs of being a hands-off manager, leaving everything to him and his fellow apprentices...

Danger?

Sima Duyi drooped his eyelids, turned his head and looked at the ink pool as still as a mirror and the lone fishing boat in the distance, in silence.

The teacher said that he was introverted and asked him to observe everything, people and objects with a calm eye, to cultivate his energy, his heart and his aspirations, just like he had just done in Ruexing Hall.

It was very clear what this deputy headmaster was thinking, and Sima was the only one who knew.

But, he didn't want to raise one...

The man with cold eyes stopped and looked in the direction of the geese flying south.

I heard that these ordinary wild geese can deliver letters to the distant Nanxiaoyaozhou.

However, it is difficult to write down the feelings of those who look south.

"Brother Duyi is in a good mood."

Yang Wuwei walked up from behind Sima Duyi with a smile on his face and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

This elegant young man closed his eyes gently and gazed at the horizon, where wild geese were flying south.

"How come you, a busy man on weekdays, want to come to Mochi Academy to enjoy the scenery today?"

Sima Duyi said calmly, "Brother Wuwei seems to be quite free, and he came here too."

He turned his head and stared at Yang Wuwei's profile. "How about I go talk to the teacher and find something else for you to do?"

Yang Wuwei opened his narrowed eyes, smiled and shook his head

"How can I be idle? I am busy studying history on the seventh floor and I am almost dying. If I hadn't seen something interesting, I would have come to meet an interesting junior brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Sima Du.

"Brother Duyi, could it be that you have a grudge against Junior Brother Ziyu?"

Sima Du glanced at Yang Wuwei's face, which looked like a smile but not a smile.

The man with cold eyes shook his head slightly, turned and left.

Yang Wuwei stood there and looked at his back for a while, smiled, and took a step to leave, but suddenly stopped.

In the field of vision, Sima Duyi in front has been standing still since some time ago, looking in a certain direction outside the corridor, motionless.

Yang Wuwei lowered the curve of his mouth and looked in the direction he was looking.

Not far away, they saw a man in purple clothes breaking into the Mo Chi Academy and walking towards them on the corridor.

Take a closer look.

It was a woman in purple.

She has a slim figure and a light body.

A pair of narrow eyes with a cold gaze are very impressive.

And under the left eye, there is a pale teardrop mole, not knowing whether it was lightly painted by a red brush or it was naturally formed, which is very touching.

Just as these two book lovers were either gazing or appreciating.

The cold and lonely woman in purple clothes had come close to the two of them.

She seemed to notice their gazes, but ignored them and walked straight past them.

After taking a few light steps forward, the cold and lonely woman seemed to look around the huge Mo Chi Academy, then she suddenly turned around and came back to Yang Wuwei and Sima Duyi.

The cold and lonely woman stood gracefully, her eyes sweeping over the two of them.

Clear voice, polite tone.

"Excuse me, does anyone know how to get to Ruxing Hall?"

Sima Du looked at her without saying anything.

Yang Wuwei glanced at his silent companion, smiled and took a step forward, suddenly asking: "Are you here to see Zhao Ziyu too?"

When she heard his name, the cold and lonely woman's cheeks dimpled slightly.

In an instant, his cold temperament disappeared, and his laughter lit up the wind all around.

"Do you know my husband?"

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled suddenly, her autumn eyes shone brightly and sparklingly.