Zhao Rong looked a little unhappy.

It’s not that I don’t understand what Jingzi and Yu Huaijin did.

One of them was Zhu Yourong's disciple, and the other was his personal servant.

There is nothing wrong with watching over your husband as tightly as a breast wrap.

only.

What about trust between people?

Zhao Rong felt offended.

At this moment, he stood in front of the door, speechlessly looking at Jingzi who looked as if nothing had happened, Yu Huaijin who had a stern face, and the maid named Bifang who was secretly glancing at him with her pretty big eyes.

If you want to defend, you can't defend it in a covert way. Give me some face.

This young master is left waiting outside in the cold wind, doubting his life.

Jingzi seemed to have noticed something as well.

She looked around and pouted, "Hmm, what a coincidence, why are you all here today? Isn't it the day we agreed to meet for tea yet?"

After she finished speaking, the girl in blue who had come for reinforcements glanced at Zhao Rong.

Yu Huaijin and Bifang did the same and looked at Zhao Rong.

Facing three pairs of big eyes, some are curious, some are calm, and some are wrong.

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and walked straight into the door.

He didn't want to answer the question at all.

Do you really not know why we are all here? Didn’t you ask Yu Huaijin and the others to come over?

Yu Huaijin and Bifang followed.

Jingzi looked at Zhao Rong's back, stuck out her tongue, quickly closed the door, and continued to follow him with skipping steps.

On the way to Lanxuan Study.

"Brother Yu is in a good mood"

Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, complained.

Yu Huaijin held his hands up and did not answer, but asked: "Why did you come early today?"

Jingzi nodded vigorously and looked at Zhao Rong with some caution.

It has not yet arrived the day that Zhao Rong agreed upon after the last time they had tea.

Want to launch a surprise attack and get rid of Sister Yu?

Humph, luckily I am extremely clever and have a way to send a message to Sister Yu through the air...

Jingzi patted Zhu Yourong's small chest which saved a lot of fabric.

Zhao Rong heard this and said with a smile: "Thanks to Brother Yu, if you don't come, I'm afraid there will be no chance."

Yu Huaijin pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned around and met Bifang's sidelong gaze.

He thought for a moment and smiled, "Good morning, girl, have you eaten?"

Bifang smiled happily, looked Zhao Rong up and down, and shook her head seriously.

Then she stole a glance at Yu Huaijin, who had a calm expression.

Zhao Rong glanced at Bifang Miaotou's frail figure and Yu Huaijin's short stature.

He shook his head slightly.

Jingzi said that Zhu Yourong was writing in Lanxuan as usual.

Soon, a group of four arrived at Lanxuan's study.

Zhu Yourong wore a tight-fitting pure white Confucian shirt today, which made her elegant temperament even more simple and elegant.

When everyone arrived, she was standing by the window, leaning on the windowsill, watering the flowers quietly.

Her profile is fair and delicate, like a person in a painting, and her expression is focused at this moment.

Her hair is like a backward waterfall, soft and lustrous.

The woman in Confucian clothes in front of the window is quiet and dignified.

She was not surprised at the arrival of Zhao Rong and others.

His laughter was calm and his behavior was polite.

Zhao Rong explained it and then asked her with some concern whether the well water was ready since she had arrived early today.

Zhu Yourong nodded slightly, saying that he came at the right time, as she had just picked it up this morning.

Zhao Rong has always been curious about the well water source of this elegant woman in Confucian clothes.

I only asked her twice, but she was vague both times. She just said that it was a method that could not be taught and it was useless to tell him.

Zhao Rong gave up.

At this time, he gave another reminder.

"I am very grateful to have so much well water to drink from you, Mr. Zhu. If it is very difficult for you to get well water, please don't force it. It will be unfair to you."

Zhu Yourong shook his head. "Nothing, just... wasting some time."

Seeing this, Jingzi, who was standing by, wanted to say something but stopped herself, and looked at Zhao Rong with a bit of anger in her eyes.

Not long after, Zhao Rong drank the seventh cup of water from the Zhengguan well.

Refreshed.

As usual, he took this opportunity to stay in Lanxuan's study for a while, checking Zhu Yourong's progress in learning the character "永" and giving her some pointers.

At the desk, Zhao Rong ground ink for Zhu Yourong and watched her write.

The distance between the two of them was just right.

Not far, not near.

Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and Bifang were all in the room.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes and glanced at the elegant woman who was writing quietly in front of him.

Ever since that day when he saw the scenery he shouldn't have seen outside the west window, the two of them had a bold heart-to-heart talk.

These days, because every time we meet, Yu Huaijin and others are present,

The two of them were not as comfortable as they were in private.

But... maybe this was something she deliberately acquiesced to.

Control distance.

Well, so is he.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing in his heart, and glanced at Zhu Yourong's gentle profile again, ready to look away.

But the next second, he was stunned.

Because at this moment Zhao Rong was lying sideways, with one hand on the desk and the other hand hanging freely at his side.

At this moment, his sleeve was gently pulled by someone.

Before Zhao Rong could react, Zhu Yourong, who was writing quietly, had already spoken.

"I heard that Meng Zhengjun is back."

Her voice was soft and gentle, and before she finished speaking, she had already attracted the attention of everyone in the study.

Yu Huaijin and Jingzi, who were not far away, looked over.

Zhao Rong glanced at his sleeves which were still being gently pulled, and nodded calmly, "Yeah."

Zhu Yourong was writing with one hand, while the other hand was hanging down, hidden by the desk.

At this moment, she smiled and said, "I heard...she is making things difficult for you."

Zhao Rong did not comment.

Zhu Yourong paused for a moment and opened her lips slightly, "I also heard that Meng Zhengjun's etiquette assessment seems to be sending students away from the academy?"

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes to appreciate the calligraphy, with a twitch of the corner of his mouth.

Where did you hear all these...truths?

"Well, tomorrow is the deadline, so it should be finalized and announced."

Zhu Yourong looked calm and gentle. She continued to lower her head, writing with one hand and letting the other hand hang down.

She seemed to show only a little concern and then said nothing more.

Not far away, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi saw that it was just a normal conversation between teacher and student and nothing unusual happened, so they slightly shifted their attention.

Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes to look at the rice paper on the table, and suddenly instructed: "Ziyu, open your hands and help me hold down the paper."

Yu Huaijin and Jingzi subconsciously glanced at the two people who were communicating normally in front of the desk, and without thinking too much, they looked away.

But those words just now, to Zhao Rong's ears, had another meaning...

"Yes, sir."

Zhao Rong nodded in response, and stretched out his hand that was originally supporting the table and opened it.

Help Zhu Yourong press down the manuscript she was writing on.

Under the table, his other obscured hand also had five slender fingers spread out.

Zhao Rong didn't look under the desk.

Looks normal.

The same is true for Zhu Yourong.

Everything is self-evident.

At this moment, Zhao Rong felt with his other hand that the jade hand that had been pulling his sleeve had loosened.

Zhao Rong waited silently for a while.

The next second, a soft and cool touch surged into my heart from the palm of my hand like a warm spring breeze.

It was the fingertips of Zhu Yourong's jade hand placed under the table.

She tapped the palm of his hand.

This was also the first time the two had close contact.

Zhao Rong only felt soft and numb where his palm touched.

Like a gentle electric current, it flows quietly where their skin touches.

But I don’t know how she feels at this moment. Is she feeling the same?

Zhao Rong glanced sideways at Zhu Yourong.

She was biting her red lips lightly, her eyes fixed on the pen, looking as if she was writing seriously, with an expression of unprecedented concentration.

It seemed that at this moment, the two of them were hiding under the table, tapping the white fingers on the palm of his hand, as if they were not hers.

However, Zhao Rong still noticed some unusual clues.

The handwriting of Zhu Yourong's writing was slightly... flustered.

Zhao Rong blinked.

The hands of the two people under the table touched each other.

Let them all have a moment of pause and silence.

But immediately, Zhao Rong knew what Zhu Yourong was going to do.

Under the mahogany desk, Zhu Yourong's bold, slender finger moved.

In the palm of Zhao Rong's hand, he outlined it stroke by stroke.

He was actually writing.

Zhao Rong suddenly found it interesting.

He raised his head calmly and glanced at the other three women in the study.

It seemed that they didn't pay attention to the slightly inappropriate thing happening, but were just doing their own things.

Yu Huaijin was playing the piano at the piano stand on the other side of the room.

Bifang sat on the mahogany stool with her legs bent, took out the fiery red food bag, and ate some strange snacks.

Jingzi stayed close to Bifang.

He watched the latter eat, muttering to himself.

Although her voice was small, she was still chattering, and she seemed to be naturally close to Bifang.

However, in Zhao Rong's opinion, there was a strange sense of timidity in this closeness.

For example, at this moment, this gentle girl named Bifang seemed to refuse to share her snacks with Jingzi.

The girl in blue was helpless and could only open her mouth slightly and stare blankly.

Everything is normal in the study.

Well, except him and Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong added in his mind.

Although Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and Bifang looked over from time to time, they seemed unaware of the little movements of the two people under the desk.

Hiss, why do I feel a little bit excited...

Zhao Rong thought subconsciously.

But he immediately forgot all of that, because Zhu Yourong was almost done with the words she was writing on the palm of his left hand with her jade fingers as a pen.

"forever?"

After feeling it, Zhao Rong thought to himself.

What does she mean by writing the word '永'?

At this moment, Zhu Yourong finished drawing the last stroke and quietly withdrew his hand, just as he had done just now.

A quiet and elegant look as if nothing had happened.

And the moment she finished writing this inexplicable word "永".

Zhao Rong didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt a slight burning sensation in his palms.

Uh, friction generates heat?

Zhao Rong burst out laughing.

As for what Zhu Yourong meant by this sudden action...

Well, the female teacher who appears to be quiet and intellectual actually has a fiery and rebellious heart. At this moment, in front of everyone’s eyes, she is doing something secretly with a male student under the table, seeking excitement?

Well, the more dignified and elegant, the more unrestrained.

The more people there are, the more exciting it is.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

He decided that if the writing just now was just a tentative flirtation, and if Zhu Yourong made any more aggressive moves next, he would definitely refuse decisively.

Well, you must be decisive.

Let her respect herself.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly and continued to open his hands.

But he waited for a long time, but Zhu Yourong didn't make any other moves.

Moreover, Zhao Rong discovered that the words she was writing had become more steady, as if she was focusing her thoughts on them.

Was he discouraged by the righteous spirit that he could not suppress?

If you find your way back after you stray, that would be a lot easier.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, then thought again about the meaningless word "Yong".

Forever... forever?

He suddenly said in a serious tone: "The character I taught you last time has already been mastered. From now on... you don't need to write it again."

Inside the house, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi both looked up at the first moment.

However, after looking at the two people at the table for a while, it seemed that they did not suspect anything.

Bifang lowered her head and rummaged through the bright red embroidered bag, picked out a 'snack' that she had found in the North Sea, and stuffed it into her cherry mouth under Jingzi's eager gaze.

Squinting his eyes happily and tasting it.

This delicate girl, who seemed to have many 'benefactors', muttered something while chewing snacks.

"Really... um... fun..."

In front of the mahogany desk.

Zhao Rong still looked normal.

The sentence just now has two meanings.

First, from his critical point of view, the character "永" written by Zhu Yourong is indeed acceptable.

Second,...teacher, please respect yourself, stop making small movements, and...stop hinting at anything.

Zhu Yourong had a serene face, her head lowered, writing silently.

After hearing this, she said nothing.

About one stick of incense later.

Seeing that Zhu Yourong's calligraphy was progressing well, Zhao Rong praised him a few words and then gave him instructions and arranged some matters concerning calligraphy.

He bowed and said goodbye.

Yu Huaijin stayed for a while, talked to the teacher for a while, then said goodbye and left with Bifang.

The crowd scattered.

Lanxuan's study returned to silence.

It is desolate and lonely, like an empty valley.

The only person left in the room was a woman in a pure white Confucian robe, who had a fragrance and graceful figure like an orchid. She turned her head to look in the direction where a man had left. She was silent for a while, and her hair shook slightly.

"fool."

The voice is soft and gentle.

After scolding someone who had impure thoughts and wild thoughts.

Zhu Yourong lowered her head to look at the slender index finger that had written on Zhao Rong's palm not long ago, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

That should be the best "Yong" character she had ever written as a Confucian monk who was half a step away from the Nascent Soul stage.

…

at night.

The north room of the Dongli cottage.

The windows are closed.

There are no lights.

In the darkness, there was a strange 'sound of wind'.

A man is walking with his eyes closed.

Dancing with boxing.

Zhao Rong once again entered that mysterious and wonderful realm of boxing.

The whole body is filled with the spirit of boxing.

Just like a person in a dream rising up and dancing.

Drunk people like to fight.

The five boxing moves of "Fu Shan Zhi" are simple and unpretentious.

But the meaning is magical.

In Zhao Rong’s introspective vision.

A red fire dragon that has already transformed into a half-dragon state, like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, crashes into a certain meridian gate.

He had accumulated it for many days.

Now, he is using the lingering effect of the seventh cup of Zhengguan Well water he drank during the day to impact the seventh of the eight extraordinary meridians.

Yin Wei Meridian.

At some point.

In the darkness.

The roller curtains in front of the bed, which had been billowing in the wind, suddenly calmed down.

Immediately, a pair of starry eyes suddenly lit up, like stars in the sky, falling into the house.

Bright and shining.

“Huh~”

Silently, the Yinwei Meridian was broken!

Zhao Rong let out a long sigh.

At this point, of the eight extraordinary meridians in the body, only the Yangwei meridian remains.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was only one step away from the coveted Fuyao realm!

He calmed down for a while and soothed the chaotic energy in his body.

Zhao Rong didn't think any more about it. He went to get some hot water for a bath, returned to his bed, and fell asleep.

But he did not deliberately enter that dream of mountains and rivers, but rested peacefully.

The next morning.

Zhao Rong got up early, got ready, pushed the door open and went to Mo Chi Academy.

If nothing unexpected happens, the arrangements for the etiquette exam will be announced today...