There was another reason why Zhao Rong handed in his paper early.

Go to Yilanxuan.

Before going to find the old priest, go and see Zhu Yourong.

Now all the students in the academy are taking exams, so there is no need to worry about the crowds. The most important thing is that Yu Huaijin, a little expert in checking teachers, is also 'trapped' in the exam room...

And according to past practice, today is actually the day agreed with Zhu Yourong to drink tea, orchid tea brewed with water from the Zhengguan well.

But this time, Zhao Rong didn't plan to drink tea...

Zhao Rong walked quickly to the door of Yilanxuan, looked at the closed gate, and became nervous for no reason.

He paused.

He hesitated and wandered in front of the courtyard gate.

"Why does it feel like it's the same as **?"

"Don't make yourself too dramatic. How could you be so sneaky this time? Come here openly, okay? Besides, she's not the only one in here. Even if Yu Huaijin isn't here, isn't there still a girl with small breasts?"

"It's called a gentleman who doesn't put on his shoes in a melon field or adjust his hat under a plum tree, so I'll go knock on the door now, it's okay..."

Zhao Rong lowered his head and muttered.

"Some things don't matter whether you say them sooner or later, and saying them later is more likely to cause problems. It's not a good idea to keep avoiding her, so you might as well say it clearly. If you really can't say it out loud, you should hint at it and let her know. She's so smart, she will definitely understand. If she doesn't understand, she's just pretending. Just leave after you finish speaking..."

Looking at the quiet courtyard gate, someone felt that it was more difficult than turning around and facing Qin Jianfu in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

He continued to prepare himself mentally.

"Zhao Ziyu, you are a married man with a family, what else are you thinking about? And she is not the only one who doesn't want to marry you. Didn't she say that she had a crush on a junior fellow apprentice in the past? So you don't feel guilty at all. You really think you are so important. We are all adults, okay..."

At this time, the sword spirit couldn't help but interrupt: "Who is this 'little junior brother' she made up to refer to? Zhao Rong, don't you have any idea?"

Zhao Rong: ...

He was silent. He knew that this fictional "Sea King" junior brother was hinting at him.

"You, go cool off." Zhao Rong had a blank expression on his face. "Who are you? Who am I? How dare you talk to this sword master like that?"

Return: ???

Zhao ignored it, but being interrupted by the sword spirit actually made him less nervous.

This shows that the sword spirit is still somewhat useful.

He straightened his clothes, turned around without hesitation, walked to the door, and prepared to raise his hand.

At this moment, the door was opened from the inside.

"Well……"

Zhao Rong's hand hung in the air awkwardly, but when he looked at the open door in front of him, his first reaction was "Hey, why is there no one here?" After a moment of shock, Zhao Rong moved his eyes downward, and finally saw the girl in blue standing in front of him.

The short girl in blue was not wearing her usual tall page boy hat, so Zhao Rong almost missed her.

Her hair was parted and tied in front of her shoulders. It was still a little wet, as if she had just washed it, and there was a fresh scent of soapberry.

"Hello."

Inside the door, the book boy stood quietly with his hands folded across his chest, his chin raised, looking at the tall man outside the door: "What are you doing here?"

Zhao Rong looked down at her alert little face, nodded and said, "Looking for you."

"Is this true?" Jingzi looked doubtful.

"you guess."

"It must be fake."

"Then guess what it really is."

"Looking for my husband." The little girl hugged her chest and hummed.

Zhao Rong helplessly spread his hands, "You know that, but why are you asking me? Let me in!"

Jingzi said unhappily: "Why are you so fierce? If someone doesn't know, they would think this is your home and can go in if they want..."

She pouted and made way, looking at someone sideways, asking knowingly: "So I'm asking you why you came to see my husband, and why you came here to shamelessly drink tea?"

After Zhao Rong entered the room, he glanced at the girl in blue and did not answer immediately.

After a moment of silence, he said softly, "Mr. Zhu, are you available to see me now?"

Jingzi had a blank expression on her face and said in a businesslike manner, "Please wait a moment. I will go and ask the gentleman for instructions."

Zhao Rong whispered, "Go ahead."

The little girl left him in the waiting pavilion beside the courtyard gate and ran into the depths of the flower garden.

Zhao Rong didn't have to wait long before Jingzi came running back.

But for some reason, when she came back there was a hint of resentment and dissatisfaction on her face, as if she disliked someone even more. The little girl would not admit that she was jealous.

Zhao Rong was a little absent-minded and didn't notice her subtle changes. He asked directly: "How is it?"

"Come with me."

Jingzi didn't go into the pavilion. She just left a message outside the pavilion and took the lead to walk towards the flower garden.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to follow.

He glanced at Jingzi's long hair and asked casually, "Why aren't you wearing a hat today?"

"The weather is nice today, Mu Fa has sent it down."

Mufa means washing hair, but for Confucian scholars, their hair and skin are given by their parents, so washing hair and bathing are very important.

Behind the girl in blue who answered casually, a man paused slightly.

"Then Mr. Zhu..."

Jingzi didn't care and answered directly: "She, she likes cleanliness more, she took a bath and fumigation in the afternoon. If it weren't for the obsession with writing, sir, he would usually take a bath and fumigation every three days, which would tire me out."

There is a complicated process for fumigation and bathing, and Zhu Yourong is the only personal servant in her courtyard, so the burden of boiling water and burning incense falls entirely on her thin shoulders... The little girl shed tears.

Is it also once every three days... Zhao Rong murmured. He and Zhu Yourong had agreed before that the interval between drinking tea was also once every three days. No wonder every time he went to drink tea with her, Zhu Yourong was always elegant and clean, with the fragrance of orchid.

Zhao Rong realized it later.

"So, you just came out of the bath?" he suddenly asked.

"Nonsense, why else would I come out to open the door for you?" Jingzi felt that the scholar behind her was just asking childish questions, she pouted, "But I originally thought that you couldn't keep your promise today, weren't you taking the academy exam with Sister Xuanji? How come you're leaving so soon... Hey, why aren't you leaving?"

Jingzi heard no footsteps behind her and looked back curiously.

I saw that Zhao Rong had stopped where he was.

He was looking away from the fragrant flowerbed, looking at Jingzi, chuckling and shaking his head: "I've been busy all day, I'm exhausted, and you just finished bathing and fumigating..."

The man who came here today with a clear purpose smiled a little embarrassedly, "So I'd better not go in. Mr. Zhu probably doesn't need to come out either, so you should take a message in for me."

Jingzi leaned back slightly and let out a soft "eh".

She carefully looked up and down at Zhao Rong, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and asked curiously:

"You're not going in? Aren't you here for tea today? The master has already..." After a pause, Jingzi immediately changed her words and said, "Although I also think it's not appropriate for a woman to meet guests right after taking a bath, the master and I don't care. Why are you so reserved?"

Of course, Zhao Rong would not tell the little girl directly that he was frightened by the experience of catching Dugu in action in front of the bathing pool of Guanghan Palace in Dali.

In addition, the activation state of the evil dragon that was turned on during the music and art assessment just now made it seem a bit easy for him to do it.

Zhao Rong looked at his nose, and then at his heart. He lowered his eyes and explained, "No, it's nothing. I have something urgent to do later, so I won't stay for tea. Please pass on a message for me."

Jingzi interrupted immediately and pointed at the flowerbed behind her, "It's okay if you don't go in. The master is inside. If you have anything to say, just say it outside. She can hear it..."

The heartless girl in blue suddenly stopped talking because a voice appeared in her heart.

"Jingzi, come back." It was the gentleman's voice that she was very familiar with.

Jing Zixin asked: "What about this guy..."

In the flower garden, a woman with low brows, who was not wearing a chest binder and was only wearing a tight-fitting silk dress that outlined her figure just right, nodded calmly.

"Oh, he can come or not. Come back first and pass on a message for me."

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