Jingzi's little hands began to touch again, looking for the possible "adultery letter".

The woman in Confucian robes was about to say something but stopped herself. She looked at the sky and then sighed, "Stop joking. There is no letter like what you think. The time is almost up. I have to go and give extra lessons to the students in Ruxing Hall."

The girl in blue whispered, "There's no rush for make-up lessons, just let them wait. What's the point of cramming at the last minute? Humph, and they can't wait to attend the teacher's class, how dare they have a problem with the teacher... Yeah, it's not the kind of letter I imagined, it's even more disgusting than I thought, isn't it?"

"You...Jingzi, say that again!"

Zhu Yourong rolled up the manuscript in his hand and was about to knock Jingzi on the forehead.

The little girl jumped back, her eyes lit up, and she snatched the manuscript from Zhu Yourong's hand.

"Hey, give it to me. I've been feeling something is wrong for a long time. There must be something fishy going on here!"

Jingzi opened the manuscript with great interest, as if she was trying to find a letter that was not suitable for children.

"What are you looking for? Bring it here! This is the homework of the students of Ruxing Hall. Don't mess it up."

The woman in Confucian robes reached out to grab it hastily.

The little girl in blue took full advantage of her short stature and twisted her body to avoid the gentleman's hand.

Jingzi had her back to Zhu Yourong, her eyes were as bright as fire, fixed on the pages of manuscript in her hands, she whispered:

"What do you think I'm looking for... Sir, are you feeling guilty? I noticed something was wrong with you a few days ago. When I was watering the flowers for the girls in the flower garden, I saw from afar that you were always in a daze while writing at your desk. I don't know who you were thinking about..."

"Also, sometimes when he was writing, he would suddenly stop writing, take out some paper, and stare blankly, sometimes looking at flowers, sometimes looking at clouds, without writing for a long time, and no one knew what he was doing~ Sometimes he would even cover his mouth and laugh by himself, so silly..."

Zhu Yourong: "I..."

Jingzi waved her hands, "I know, I know. You are writing a letter to him, right?"

"Give it back to me..." Zhu Yourong tried to snatch back the manuscript, while explaining: "I didn't do anything. I was correcting homework. Also, I... I didn't smile foolishly..."

When it came to the latter part, the woman in Confucian clothes lowered her voice, and she sounded a little unreasonable...

Sure enough, Jingzi didn't buy it. "Okay, you still dare to say no, huh, you don't know who you are thinking about, you are laughing just like the stupid Xiaoxiao next door, you are becoming more and more crazy."

“…”

Zhu Yourong's cheeks felt a little hot. She took a deep breath and tried her best to keep her face straight. She said sternly, "I... I didn't."

The little girl in blue didn't buy it and continued to talk to herself:

"This afternoon, the gentleman stopped writing in his study, propped up his head with his hands, looked at the clouds for a while, and then stared blankly at something on the table. Hum, this aroused my firm and sharp suspicion..."

"Wait, what are you doing all day long, little girl? Why are you staring at me, sir? And sneaking around? I... I didn't notice you."

Jingzi pouted, "I was watering the orchids outside the window, and you didn't close the west window of the study, so how could I have secretly watched? It's open and aboveboard, why can't you let me look?"

Zhu Yourong thought for a moment and sighed, "Well, it turns out I didn't see you... you're too short."

Jingzi: “???”

She was furious and waved her fist:

"Stinky Mr., we've been together for so long, and you didn't even see me... But even though you didn't see me, I was watching you. Later in the afternoon, while you were taking a nap on the table, I quietly walked up to take a look at the things on the table..."

"Why are you looking at my things..." Zhu Yourong frowned slightly and couldn't help asking, "What did you see?"

The little girl in blue straightened her cap which was about to fall off. Upon hearing this, she sighed in a very mature manner:

"Oh, I didn't see anything. Damn, I didn't expect the sir to be so well prepared. The table is too small, and the sir's... is too big. I lay on it, and no corner of the paper was exposed. It's really windproof." His tone was filled with envy.

Zhu Yourong: “???”

The teacher and the servant boy stared at each other.

After a moment.

Jingzi nimbly dodged the pursuit of a certain Confucian-clad woman, and continued to flip through the thick paper with a proud look on her face. However, what she didn't expect was...

After she carefully flipped through the homework paper, which seemed to have been left uncorrected by the teacher due to laziness, she did not find anything related to Zhao Rong.

There was not even a trace of love letters that were not suitable for children.

The blue-dressed girl's small eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at the Confucian-dressed woman whose chest was heaving and who was a little angry because of her prank.

She couldn't help muttering:

"Well, that's impossible. How could there be no... Sir, tell me quickly, are you hiding in some more secure place?"

The eyes of the small-chested little girl in blue began to drift towards a certain bulging "closed area".

"I'm hiding you, you big-headed ghost!"

Zhu Yourong was angry. He snatched the manuscript from Jingzi's hand, stretched out his thin index finger, and poked the little girl's forehead.

"Hmm, big-headed ghost..." The girl in blue covered her red forehead, thought about it, and nodded in agreement, "It seems that it can be hidden."

“……!!!”

So, in front of the gate of this quiet and remote courtyard, the woman in Confucian clothes, who had been delayed for a long time, could no longer bear it, rolled up her sleeves, and started to teach the little girl in blue a lesson.

After a while.

"The master gets angry when he sees you, so you are not allowed to follow me."

Zhu Yourong raised her index finger, tapped Jingzi's forehead which was red from being beaten, said something, and left with the stack of homework manuscripts.

Only the aggrieved and confused little girl in blue was left standing in front of the door.

She rubbed her forehead with both hands, her short legs restless, spinning in circles in the open space in front of the door, while muttering in deep thought:

"It's strange. Did he write the letter? Where did he hide it? It can't be really there... Bah, bad man, you have also learned bad things..."

The little girl in blue blushed and spat.

…

Zhu Yourong walked towards Mochi Academy holding the stack of manuscripts.

She has a graceful face and light steps.

She has an elegant figure and an intellectual temperament like orchid.

For a moment, it became the focus of the roads in the academy and naturally became the center of the passing crowd.

Students, scholars, and college teachers...

The passers-by who passed by her were concentrating, and just when they were about to pass her, they turned around with a smile and greeted the lady in scholarly robes who was walking quietly with a folded manuscript in her arms.

Along the way, Zhu Yourong responded with a smile.

However, she would occasionally have impolite distractions.

For example, passing by a maple tree with bright red autumn leaves.

For example, a group of migrating geese flying across the southern sky.

Another example is a silhouette similar to that person in the crowd on the street.

She would tilt her head to look, with a slightly dazed look on her face.

After a while, the woman in scholarly robes held the stack of manuscripts in both hands and withdrew her gaze from the flowing clouds and wild geese in the sky.

Then he tightened the things in his arms, turned around and walked into Mo Chi Academy.

On the way, she seemed to be whispering something to herself.

"A letter? I won't send it to you. Come back quickly. You have such a thick stack of homework. Do you still want me to correct it all?"

"Really? I've been grading papers for several days now and my head hurts. Why did you assign so much homework to them before you left? Zhao Ziyu, did you also stay up late to grade all the papers by yourself before?"

Pause.

“Yeah, Tzuyu is still the best. It’s settled then. I’ll leave them to you…”

On the corridor of Mo Chi Academy, the figure of the lady in Confucian robes nodded and walked away, leaving some echoes in the air.

"Well, if you don't come back, I'll send this stack of homework to you..."

At a certain moment, the back of the woman who was walking away seemed to be light and joyful.

…

The Mochi school is in charge of the Suixing Hall.

…

"Teacher, do you want me to hand out these homework assignments?"

"No, just... leave it here for now."

"Yes, sir."

Yu Huaijin held up his hands, bowed, and left the stack of manuscripts beside the table.

The girl had a stern face and was dressed in a neat student uniform. Just like the girl Zhao Rong had seen in the past, she always dressed meticulously in front of others.

At this moment, she turned and walked down from the podium, her eyes calmly scanning the students sitting in rows in Suixing Hall.

The hall, which had just been filled with whispers and discussions, suddenly became quiet under the aura and gaze of Senior Yu.

The evening calligraphy class has just begun.

This afternoon, the first etiquette test, which took the longest time among the mid-month exams, has ended, and the students of Ruxing Hall are feeling a little relieved.

Originally, they planned to take a break during the break between exams. When the gentle autumn night came, they chatted with great interest about the recent etiquette exam and the group of special students who were being brought back by Meng Xuezhen from the mountain to take the exam.

However, Senior Yu seemed to have seen the "high enthusiasm" of his students for the mid-month exam, and without saying a word, he very considerately invited Mr. Zhu to them.

Yu Huaijin had called them to the Suixing Hall not long ago, and happily announced to them that they would be given make-up lessons without asking for their permission. The expressions on everyone's faces were very interesting...

At this moment, in Suixing Hall, the setting sun shone obliquely on the door. Yu Huaijin walked down from the podium, glanced calmly at the students who were sitting upright, and nodded lightly.

"Huai Jin, are everyone here?"

The woman in Confucian clothes who was standing with her back to the blackboard posting calligraphy asked casually out of habit.

Yu Huaijin paused and glanced at a small empty table at the back of the school.

On the small table, someone neatly put away the books, pens, paper and inkstone before leaving.

"Sir, we are still short of one person. He is needed for the assessment and is not in the academy..."

The figure of the woman in Confucian clothes nodded and interrupted: "Oh, I know, he should be gone in the next two days... It's okay, Huai Jin, go down, let's start the class, teacher, I will tell you today..."

"yes."

Yu Huaijin and many students in the audience couldn't help but take another look at Mr. Zhu's graceful figure on the stage.

How do you know so clearly...

Yu Huaijin returned to his seat in the front row, and the hall fell silent. This evening's calligraphy class began uneventfully...

Midway through tutoring.

Once, in the middle of a lecture, a quiet and intellectual lady in Confucian clothes lowered her head, picked up a pen and wrote a word on the table. She asked casually, "We have just talked so much. Can anyone write the word 'ancient' and write something new and not dull?"

Except for the very active senior student Yu, everyone else in the audience was quiet and didn't show up.

The "Three Good Students" Yu Huaijin in the front row didn't know how to do it at this time, and he was concentrating and listening quietly.

Zhu Yourong gently put down the pen, lowered his head and said softly: "No one here? Then I'll get someone to come up..."

The teachers performed traditional arts, and the students shrank their heads.

"Well, Ziyu..." The woman in Confucian clothes called out these two words subconsciously, and with a chuckle, she was about to raise her head to look somewhere at the back of the hall, but the movement of raising her head suddenly stopped in the middle, and so did her voice.

All the nervous students in the audience were stunned for a moment, and then all their eyes turned to the woman on the stage who was stuck in her words.

The atmosphere in the school began to become quiet.

Everyone's eyes started to look strange.

"...Oh." Zhu Yourong paused and nodded gently, "Zi Yu...the student next to you, come up and write this word."

Her expression was normal, as if she hadn't noticed the strange looks from all around her. She continued to look up in the direction of the empty seat in the back row of the classroom.

“……???”

A student named Fan: I don’t deserve a name?

He was sitting very close to Zhao Rong, and his face, which was originally smiling secretly, froze, with a big word "danger" faintly visible on his forehead.

Zhu Yourong smiled elegantly and nodded at him.

A student named Fan stood up reluctantly, supporting himself on the table. Before leaving, he glanced at the empty seat next to him with a sad look.

Then Fan Yushu went on stage with a frown on his face, facing the eyes of the students trying to hold back their laughter...

In the front row, Yu Huaijin withdrew his gaze from Fan Yushu who was passing by.

She shook her head gently, then glanced sideways at the woman in scholarly robes who was continuing to write with her head down as if nothing had happened.

…

As the familiar sounds of morning bells and evening drums came from the distant mountains and forests.

The calligraphy class ended and the quiet and serious atmosphere immediately dissipated.

Drowsy students, such as Fan Yushu, suddenly burst into endless energy and jumped up.

Serious and rigorous students like Yu Huaijin quietly put away their notes and copybooks, while some studious students even went up to the stage to ask the gentle female teacher for advice on writing.

There was a chaotic sound of chairs colliding and laughter in Suixing Hall, and the students made an appointment to leave.

At this moment, there were suddenly a lot of footsteps and heated discussions in the corridor outside the school.

The first few students who walked out of Ruxing Hall returned with their small book boxes, poked their heads inside the door, and said with a smile: "Meng Xuezheng is back, and he brought Senior Gu from Zhengyi Hall and the others with him. The assessment at the foot of the mountain should be over..."

The noise in Shuexing Hall became quieter. Many students glanced at the empty seat in the back row. Some students, such as Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyu, couldn't help but look at the woman in Confucian clothes who was busy packing her things on the podium.

The woman in Confucian clothes was arranging the paper, ink, brush and inkstone on the table with a focused look on her face. Her slender hands, whiter than the paper, were methodically folding the spread-out copybook of calligraphy.

She moved slowly and gracefully, as usual.

It seemed that he did not hear the sound of someone returning from the door, nor did he notice the gazes of Yu Huaijin and others, and he was just doing his own thing.

Most of the students in Ruxing Hall could not help but rush to the door, curious to see what was going on outside.

“Hey, Tzuyu is back?”

Fan Yushu was stunned, then he slammed the table in dissatisfaction and stood up, "Damn it, he should treat us to a meal. Mr. Zhu clearly asked him to come, but in the end it was me who had to suffer... It was the same thing when Sister Su and Fairy Zhao came last time..."

He and Jia Tengying looked at each other, then they stood up together and went outside to look for a mobile meal ticket.

Yu Huaijin sat in his seat for a while, looked at the teacher who was slow and calm, then stood up and joined the crowd watching the fun.

As a result, the lobby became empty, with only an elegant and intellectual lady left, slowly tidying up the desk.

Zhu Yourong lowered her head to put away a copy of calligraphy, raised her hand, raised her little finger, and tucked a strand of her falling hair behind her ear.

She did not look up at the door.

However, at a certain moment, when she heard the noise coming from outside, the corners of the Confucian-clad woman's lips curled up in joy.

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, and students from various schools went out to watch the fun.

Not long after, in Suixing Hall, Zhu Yourong finished tidying up the desk and clapped her hands gently, but then waited quietly on the podium for a while, not in a hurry.

When the sounds of footsteps and bustle along the corridor outside began to pass by the entrance of Shuexing Hall, a calm and composed woman in Confucian clothes moved.

Her husband suppressed his pout, then casually picked up the thick stack of uncorrected homework again, rolled it up in his hand, and patted it, as if weighing the heavy workload.

It seemed like he had packed up and was ready to leave after class.

Mr. Zhu, who was very broad-minded, blinked his eyes, raised his chin slightly, and walked out of Shuexingtang slowly, still holding a thick roll of homework in his hand.

It's like... I need to find a very suitable person for them...