After Jingzi finished retelling the story, she felt indignant on behalf of Zhu Yourong.

"Sir, how do you think I should respond to him? This kid seems a little ungrateful. He even dared to delay your tea. I wonder if my husband is a careful person..."

Zhu Yourong turned her head, "Hmm?"

Jingzi swallowed her words and changed her words, "...a gentle lady who carefully considers other people's feelings? Humph, he is just taking advantage of you. You finally got some water from the Zhengguan well, but he wasted your kindness. If he doesn't want to drink it, then forget it. We can just pour it out and use it to irrigate the fields instead of giving it to him!"

Zhu Yourong nodded, "Indeed, okay, just reply to him like this."

"..." Jingzi was half-believing and half-doubting, "Is this true, sir? Do you really want me to reply like this?"

Zhu Yourong smiled and touched the head of his short servant: "It's still my Jingzi who cares about you, sir. It's okay. Just reply like this and see if he dares to say anything else."

"Hehe, OK, then I'll go and reply to him. I finally feel relieved. But, sir..." The orchid elf, who had been greedy for a long time, turned around and warned like a little adult: "He won't drink it anyway, so let me try this well water later. I've wanted to taste it for a long time, but you kept it from me, saying that you would keep your promise or something. Anyway, the guy outside doesn't want it anymore, so you might as well give it to me..."

Zhu Yourong smiled faintly without saying anything, holding the cup and staring at the flowers and plants in front of him. After a while, he said "oh" softly, and it was unknown whether he heard it or not.

Jingzi went out and replied contentedly.

Outside the flower garden, Zhao Rong finally waited for the little girl to come out.

The latter put his hands behind his back and walked out slowly.

Zhao Rong didn't expect that she was so young, but she walked with such a heartless pace. She even looked like an even more evil demon than Su Xiaoxiao when she became fierce.

Jingzi moved a stool, placed it in front of Zhao Rong, and stood on it in front of him. She was as tall as Zhao Rong. She raised her stool to look at the sky, occasionally glancing at Zhao Rong casually, as if she was waiting for something.

This reminded Zhao Rong of the arrogance and domineering behavior when they first met him outside the academy.

But this time, Zhao Rong, who was already familiar with her, just thought she was a little cute and adorable.

"What are you laughing at?" Jingzi glared at him.

Zhao Rong also cooperated with her in keeping the secret, and took the initiative to ask: "Excuse me, Miss Jingzi, does Mr. Zhu have any reply?"

"Oh, you're talking about this." Jingzi thought about it and nodded, "Yes, there is."

Zhao Rong looked at her intently.

Jingzi: “Oh.”

Zhao Rong was puzzled: "What?"

Jingzi blinked and looked at him: "'Oh', at that time, the gentleman was drinking tea and reading. She took time out of her busy schedule to listen to what you said. She nodded indifferently and replied 'Oh'. Isn't that enough? Do you want a few more words?"

Zhao Rong: ...

"Uh, enough, enough." He sighed.

Jingzi glanced at Zhao Rong again and said cautiously, "But after the gentleman answered you, he turned around and said nine more words to me!"

Zhao Rong cooperated and listened attentively.

Jingzi pinched her throat and imitated Zhu Yourong's indifferent tone: "Go and pour out the new well water."

“…”

Jingzi asked seriously, "How is it, is Mr. Zhao satisfied?"

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched and he felt a pain in his flesh.

A whole batch of water from the Zhengguan Well, I don't know how much spiritual energy it contains, it just slipped away from my eyes, I don't know if it really fell... By the way, is Zhu Yourong really angry? But don't waste it, it would be better to pour it on him...

No matter how he guessed, things had come to this point and there was no going back. He now needed to obtain things containing dragon energy from other channels.

"Hey, if the old doesn't go, the new won't come..."

Zhao Rong said something in his heart, shook his head, said goodbye to Jingzi, turned to the quiet flower garden, bowed, turned and left.

Jingzi, with a serious face throughout, stood on tiptoe to look at Zhao Rong's departing back, then immediately smiled, giggled, and jumped off the stool.

"You are such a fool. You actually dared to make the master angry. I made tea for you but you didn't even drink a sip. Now all the well water belongs to me~"

Jingzi jumped back to the flower garden.

However, he found that there was no one in the flower garden, and the original tea sets and well water had been taken away.

"Hey, where's the gentleman?"

At this time, Zhu Yourong, wearing an elegant Confucian robe, walked out from the study deep in the flower garden. As she walked, she raised her hands behind her head and carefully tied her hair into a Confucian cap.

She had already bound her chest again and resumed her old Confucian attire.

Jingzi ran around the changeable Mr. today, frowned and asked, "Mr. Sir, why are you dressed like this? The dress I picked out for you this morning is very beautiful."

"It's nice, but I'm going out and can't wear it outside."

"Why?" The little girl who liked to show off nodded seriously: "If I had the same conditions as you, I would look up at the sky when I walked!"

"Your little braid is sticking up in the air, you're not looking at the road, right?"

"Why are you looking at the road? Shouldn't the road look at me? Who dares not to give way?"

Zhu Yourong took out a schoolboy's hat, put it on her little head, and walked past her.

Jingzi also heard the gentleman humming a tune.

She turned around and asked:

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Just stroll around, don't follow me."

She was rejected before she could even say anything. Jingzi pouted and suddenly thought of something important. She said anxiously, "Sir, where is the new well water? Let me have a taste!"

Zhu Yourong said without turning his head: "Didn't I say I would listen to you? I will pour it out for you."

“…”

The girl in blue's face fell and she became withdrawn.

The busty lady smiled and left with the well water.

…

Zhao Rong did not go to find the old chief priest immediately.

He first went back to Dongli Cottage, read and rested for half an hour, and then he slowly went out, thinking that his classmates in the academy should have finished their exams.

Zhao Rong returned to Mo Chi Academy, walked through the corridor, and went to the pavilion called Ting Chao Xuan in the back mountain.

The old priest often fishes and plays chess here.

When Zhao Rong arrived, he saw the back of an old man wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat fishing on the first floor of the waterside pavilion.

There was no one around, only the last rays of the setting sun setting at my feet and the sound of wind blowing through the leaves rubbing against my ears.

Zhao Rong had no worries and walked in directly and sat next to the old chief priest.

The two of them sat together by the lake.

The old man held a fishing rod and waited quietly for the fish to bite. The young man grabbed a handful of bait and threw some into the lake from time to time.

"I heard that someone was the first one to finish the exam and leave this afternoon."

"Don't listen to it, it's me."

The old man sighed: "The young are really to be feared."

"I'll be more daunting later, Mr. Jijiu. As a pillar of the academy, I feel a great deal of pressure, so I want to ask you for a favor."

"The academy still owes you justice and compensation. I can't give you an exact date for the former, but for the latter, you can mention it at will, and I can give you some advice."

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, threw all the feed in his palm into the lake, patted the residue, turned around and said sincerely: "Mr. Jijiu, you're right, now that you mention it, I really feel like a pillar of society."

The old priest laughed and shook his head, "You are a very eloquent boy, more interesting than many of the younger generations in the academy. Okay, stop keeping me in suspense. Tell me your request. I will help you if I can. If I can't, I will point out a few people who can help you."

Zhao Rong said directly: "How much Zhengguan Well water can the academy provide me? Or, in other words, how much Zhengguan Well water can be exchanged for the compensation the academy gives me?"

"Water from the Zhengguan Well?"

"That's right."

The old priest didn't look at Zhao Rong or say anything after hearing this. He looked at the fishing rod quietly for a while, and suddenly said, "Isn't it the well water itself that you need, but something contained in it?"

Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed.

…