On the corridor of Mochi Academy.

"Brother Duyi, stop staring at her back. If I'm not mistaken, she is Zhao Lingfei, the embryo of a sword immortal and the genius of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion. Don't you know her? That's right, this Junior Sister Zhao from Taiqing Mansion is indeed low-key, and Brother Duyi is a very busy man."

"By the way, there's a junior brother named Ji Qianyi who has been very high-profile in Taiqing Taiyi Mansion recently. Brother Duyi should know him, right? He has been in the limelight recently. Yes, he is indeed very powerful. Whether it's talent or background, a genius who is about to graduate from the Jindan realm in Taiqing Mansion is his maid."

"Outsiders who don't know would think that Ji Qianyi is the best of the younger generation among the four Taiqing Prefectures, but..."

The chatterbox Yang Wuwei, smiling, said slowly to Sima Duyi who had forgotten to leave:

"But this junior brother was also trampled under the feet of Concubine Zhao Ling, and it seems that he has only recently caught up."

He put one hand behind his back and shook his head slightly.

"Well, she is also a beauty in purple, a potential sword fairy, a mountain fairy, a proud daughter of the human race, eh, what other titles are there? This is what the mountain newspaper should have written... Never mind. Brother Du Yi, what do you think of this Junior Sister Zhao? Compared with the one in your poem."

Sima Duyi still didn't respond, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

He put away the purple Confucian scripture, looked at Yang Wuwei with his eyelids raised, then turned and left.

Before leaving, I looked at the geese returning home in the sky.

Yang Wuwei watched Sima Duyi leave.

There was still a hint of smile on his face.

This waterside pavilion and corridor suddenly became quiet, with only one person left.

This young scholar, who had an elegant temperament and seemed to talk a lot, was silent for a while.

He suddenly turned his head and looked north, his eyes slightly closed. In the slits of his eyes, he could see the reflection of an ancient city built by an unknown person.

“Duyou…Duyou…Du…You? Oh, no hurry, no hurry. I can find it. I can find it. There must be traces of you in those history books. Tianya Sword Pavilion, Youlan Mansion…Weiwei Mountain, Xinran Sect…Weiran…”

Yang Wuwei murmured to himself.

At a certain moment, he seemed to remember something.

A gentle smile.

"Zhao Ziyu from Ruxing Hall, both official and unofficial history... interesting. What a coincidence, he is actually from the same hall as her... Yu Xuanji? What a good name..."

He really has a lot to say and a lot of truths to explain.

To some people, to some people.

But, no rush.

…

After thanking Yang Wuwei for showing her the way, Zhao Lingfei walked towards the school in the distance with light steps.

The closer she got to that person, the lighter her steps became.

The only thing that concerned Zhao Lingfei about the two young Confucian scholars with strange styles was the aura they exuded.

Definitely above the Haoran realm.

She had some vague guesses about the identities of Rong Er's two senior brothers.

The woman with the teardrop mole, who had always been indifferent to her own status, fame and gain, couldn't help but show some pride on her pretty face when she saw the elegant young man's intimate tone when he talked about Zhao Rong.

She is proud of her husband.

Although Brother Rong'er is currently just a student of Mo Chi Academy, he knows many young talents such as scholars and book seeds in the academy.

Moreover, when they were in Taiqing Mansion before, Mr. Yan seemed to be fond of Brother Rong'er.

Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her long, clear eyes slightly, and a beautiful curve appeared at the corners of her lips.

Although her lover was not the kind of hero described in books, he was also an upright and noble scholar.

It is the best thing in her heart.

It was the early spring sunshine in her eyes, dazzling but not glaring, just right.

However, Zhao Lingfei felt that she was almost melted when he held her in his arms.

Then I just felt that my whole body became a little weird... But it’s okay, because only Brother Rong’er saw it... Well... Did he dare to laugh?

On the ten-mile long corridor built along the lake in Mo Chi Academy, a cold and hurried woman smiled sweetly.

After a while, she lowered her head slightly.

Although this "childhood sweetheart" husband would occasionally be unserious when they were together in private, and would always think of and do some "bad" things to bully her.

But Zhao Lingfei felt that when Brother Rong'er was good, he was really good.

I will hold her in my hands, afraid that she will melt and dissolve.

And even when he was doing... bad things, he was always careful and gentle, always concerned about her expression and her feelings.

So... Concubine Zhao Ling, who is content with what she has, is already very, very content.

If she were given a better brother named Rong'er, she would feel uneasy and worried.

Just like what Zhao Lingfei was slightly annoyed about not long ago, her childhood sweetheart didn't seem to want to live off her.

Although Brother Rong'er is her son-in-law, they have been childhood sweethearts and are like family. Now they are even more like equals, and have promised to hold hands and grow old together.

The title of a son-in-law living down the mountain is just a title. Even Concubine Zhao Ling never mentions it and is trying hard to downplay it.

This was also the reason why the usually polite Concubine Zhao Ling flew into a rage after Senior Sister Yunzi publicly revealed Zhao Rong's identity as a son-in-law at the last Nuanxi Gathering.

Therefore, facing Brother Rong'er who was unwilling to live off others, she could not force him, let alone "teach him how to do things".

In addition to the private techniques of controlling her husband, Aunt Liu had also told Concubine Zhao Lingfei about how to be a Confucian scholar's wife, and the first thing to do was to take care of her husband's face.

But Brother Rong'er is not a gigolo, which is a signal that makes Concubine Zhao Lingfei a little worried.

Therefore, on her last day off, she secretly brought a bowl of "soft rice" for Zhao Rong to eat...

Thinking of what happened on the last day off, Concubine Zhao Ling's eyelashes trembled.

She pursed her lips lightly and lowered her eyes.

After a while, he seemed to remember something.

On the corridor, this woman, who looked as cold and chilly as the early spring in March when she wasn't smiling, raised her eyes, quickened her pace, and went to look for that man.

…

Right now.

In Ruexing Hall, all the students actually knew the existence of the woman in purple not far outside the hall.

From time to time, students in the hall, while grinding ink or changing brushes, would glance through the window at the pleasing purple scenery.

Almost all the students in Ruxingtang knew who the graceful woman in purple who was lingering outside the classroom was waiting for.

Easy to guess.

First of all, apart from the newcomer 'Mr. Zhao'.

Most of the students in Ruexingtang knew each other well, but the woman in purple who was waiting for someone outside was seen for the first time and looked very unfamiliar.

Secondly, everyone can still vividly remember someone's constant "busyness" during class not long ago.

Not to mention that he also said helplessly that his wife was coming.

The answer is already apparent.

At this moment in Shuexing Hall, many students who were writing could not help but look at Mr. Zhao, who had a calm expression.

Except for Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying who had known about the existence of Zhao Lingfei for a long time.

Xiao Hongyu looked at Zhao Rong with a different look.

Li Xueyu bit her lip and looked at Zhao Rong's back, then she couldn't help but turn her head again, her eyes reflecting the 'purple' outside the window.

She had a dazed expression, and looked like she was recalling something, comparing the purple clothes she was wearing with a certain memory.

Wu Peiliang, who had already settled down, turned to look at Zhao Rong, then looked out the window.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

In fact, it’s no wonder that everyone in the hall was making a fuss and was so ignorant.

It was because the woman in purple in the sunlight outside the door had truly stunning looks and temperament.

She was tall and slender, like a lotus. Although she was wandering around like a fluttering swan, she kept tilting her head as if she was staring at someone in the school.

This kind of scenery is right outside the door. The students of Ruxing Hall are seeing it for the first time. It is no exaggeration to say that she is a stunning beauty.

And this young scholar in the academy, walking around with his sleeves rolled up, looking normal...

After looking at him with wide eyes for a while, Wu Peiliang wanted to slam the table and question who had the ability to do this.

However, he had just been suppressed not long ago, and when he thought of Zhao Rong's indifferent eyes... he wilted again.

Of course, Zhao Rong was not blind. He had already known what was happening in the school.

As for Qingjun outside the door, when she just arrived, Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head and saw her, but they only looked at each other briefly at that time, and then he quickly withdrew his gaze and supervised the students in Ruexing Hall to write again.

Faced with various glances coming at him, he ignored them and continued with the class.

So, such a scene appeared inside and outside the school.

In the school, Zhao Rong walked and stopped between the seats.

Outside the school, Concubine Zhao Ling looked around with her clever eyes and wandered around.

He is studying seriously.

She just watched quietly from a distance outside, not disturbing him.

Just from the first glance when Concubine Zhao Ling arrived, they were already in sync with each other.

However, Zhao Rong would stop in front of some students' seats from time to time, either bending down to demonstrate or pointing with his fingers.

And whenever he stopped in the school, beside several female students, he would get close to give them guidance.

The graceful purple figure outside the school would unconsciously stop and look, as if looking forward to something.

However, the distance was quite far, and the students of Ruexingtang could not clearly see the expression of the woman in purple under the sunlight.

But the look of her standing still and expectantly still makes people feel worried for her.

Moreover, the eyes of this purple-clothed woman at this moment should be filled with the image of a young Confucian scholar.

And when Zhao Rong left those female students.

The purple-clothed woman would follow Zhao Rong's footsteps again, wandering around, and her posture seemed to be lighter...

Soon, the school became noisy.

If it wasn't the sound of the pen holder knocking over, if it wasn't the creaking of the tables and chairs, if it wasn't the sound of the inkstone sliding...

The list goes on.

“Ahem.”

Zhao Rong frowned and covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Yu Huaijin also stood up with a stern face.

Seeing this, the students who were originally looking around began to sit down at their desks and write again with a serious look on their faces.

The Ruexing Hall became quiet again.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sun outside and realized that the get out of class was not over yet.

He thought about it, turned around and walked towards the gate of Ruexing Hall.

In the distance, in the sunlight, Concubine Zhao Ling stopped wandering and then walked quickly towards the gate of Ruexing Hall.

Zhao Rong smiled gently and watched his wife approaching.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head slightly and didn't look at him.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned around and glanced into the hall. The students who had looked up and peeked quickly lowered their heads and returned to their desks.

He shook his head gently, then restrained the smile on his face and said softly: "Go to Dongli Cottage and wait for me first."

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Zhao Rong simply handed the key to her.

Concubine Zhao Ling took it and was about to say something, but after seeing Zhao Rong looking back to supervise from time to time, she nodded slightly.

She smiled faintly, turned around and left.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth curled up, but he didn't have time to watch him leave.

He turned around and returned to the Ruxing Hall to resume his calligraphy class...

About one stick of incense later.

The sound of bells came from the mountains and forests not far away.

It was time for a break in the calligraphy class.

After that, there is another short class, about half an hour.

After writing for more than half an hour, the students of Suixing Hall stood up and relaxed.

Zhao Rong did the same. He turned around and walked back to the long table on the podium. No one knew what he was thinking about, but there was a smile on his face.

Boom boom boom——

Suddenly, someone knocked on the school door.

Then, there was another unfamiliar voice:

"Excuse me, is Zhao Ziyu here?"

Again? Who is it this time?

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing and his smile became even wider.

He turned his head slowly and looked, only to see that the person who came was an unfamiliar middle-aged man, wearing the clothes of the doorman at the main entrance of the academy.

"I'm Zhao Ziyu, what can I do for you?"

The concierge said straight to the point: "There is a girl looking for you at the main entrance of the academy."

Zhao Rong: “……!!!”