Zhu Yourong returned all the way to Yilanxuan.

When she passed by the flower garden, she didn't even glance at the rare orchids on the roadside that usually made her stop to look.

"Sir, you're back! Well, I'm ready too. When are we going to leave? We agreed before that after the big exam in the academy is over, we will go to the city to eat delicious food. Hehe, the cakes from Jixiangzhai, here I come~"

Jingzi changed into a light blue dress, ran out from the study to greet them, and ran around the female teacher who didn't even raise her eyelids.

He looks eager to try.

Jingzi took Zhu Yourong's hand and was about to run out, "Come on, sir, I wrote a letter to 'Little Fox Demon' before. Let's take her with us when we pass by Taiqing Mansion. Let's go see the lanterns in West City tonight, and then go to the fireworks night market..."

Zhu Yourong bent down slightly and pressed her little head. "I feel a little tired today. I still have six classes of students' calligraphy exams to correct. Let's forget it and go another day."

The tone is calm.

Jingzi suddenly became anxious, "Sir, didn't you correct the evening study just now?"

Zhu Yourong tapped his forehead with his index finger, "I forgot."

Jingzi hugged her husband's arm, sobbing and crying, "Sir, you can't do this to me, wuwuwu! It only happens once a month, and I have to tell my sisters about it when I come back from shopping. How can I save my face like this..."

Zhu Yourong rubbed the top of her pigtailed hair and promised, "I will definitely do it next time."

Still posture: TAT

Zhu Yourong returned to the study, closed the door, leaned against the door quietly for a while, walked to the desk, and glanced at the potted plants on the windowsill.

The study is located at the deepest part of the flower garden. There are green trees outside the window, but she still places a potted plant on the window.

The lady thought that the shape of this small flowerpot was very similar to the shadow of someone who accidentally entered the flower garden and peeked out the window that day.

Dumb-headed.

At the table, Zhu Yourong came back to his senses.

In this calligraphy exam, her topic was "window".

Just do it casually.

Zhu Yourong waved his sleeves and took out the examination papers from ten examination rooms and placed them on the table one by one.

She was lying on the chair, motionless.

I was too lazy to move and had no interest in correcting the papers.

Outside the window, the autumn wind is blowing gently, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Inside the room, the desk is piled with papers. The woman sitting in front of the desk is in a daze, her arm propped up, supporting her chin like a jade sculpture, looking at the potted plant on the windowsill that seems to be peeking at him.

I fell asleep quietly like that.

"Then at least we should get first place in the school once..."

"Then at least he has to be promoted to Haoran Realm before he is 18 years old..."

"Then at least you have to become a seed of reading..."

The woman nodded her head dazedly and whispered softly.

It is the person in the dream seeing the person in the dream.

"Then you have to be my junior fellow apprentice..."

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It was early morning.

Zhu Yourong was awakened by the sunlight.

The tip of my nose feels warm.

It's still a little itchy.

She lifted up the long hair that had fallen from her nose, and with her slender hands, she stretched lazily.

In the silent and deserted study, beautiful arc lines suddenly appeared.

The lady supported her chin with her eyes lowered.

She looked out the bright window for a while longer.

The early sun shone through the layers of green leaves between the branches and fell on the slender arm below her chin where the sleeve had slipped down, and it was dazzling white.

Wait until it warms up for a while.

Zhu Yourong turned around and began to face the test papers in the ten examination rooms.

She did not start correcting the papers from the beginning, but instead picked out one of the ten papers separately.

Zhu Yourong remembered that it should be the examination hall No. Ren.

She opened the test paper.

Some reasons for avoidance.

The test papers distributed to each examiner will only be marked with the test number, not the specific name.

However, unless the servant boy copied a copy, this would not be a problem for Zhu Yourong, who believed that seeing the words was like seeing the person.

After all, the calligraphy test is about calligraphy, and asking a scribe to copy it and then revise it is obviously nonsense.

Zhu Yourong's expression was calm as he flipped through more than 30 examination papers from the Renzi Examination Room.

This calligraphy exam is very difficult.

It wasn’t because she was in a bad mood those days.

"It's better to be difficult. It's better if they don't know how to write, only you..." The female teacher whispered, thinking of the answer from the student in Suixing Hall just now, and suddenly paused, "Found it."

She pulled out a test paper with very familiar handwriting from the thick stack of test papers in her hand, and then without even looking at it, she took out a red pen and wrote on the blank space at the top of the paper.

A brilliant score appeared:

pickup.

The full score for the five minor arts other than the two major arts is ten.

Zhu Yourong put down his pen and picked up the paper with the perfect score that was chosen by him. He began to read it casually, ignoring irrelevant information such as the test number and going straight to the content.

If it was his handwriting, she would definitely get full marks.

As for what he wrote, it is actually not that important. It is just a formality. As long as the "window" is mentioned, it is not difficult to get to the point.

However, the next second.

Zhu Yourong paused as she lowered her head to read the scroll.

His eyes seemed to be firmly grasped by something and could not be moved away for a moment.

In front of the desk, a lady kept her head down for a very long time.

Inside the house, the only sound is the rustling of dancing green leaves outside the window.

Zhu Yourong slowly raised his head and stared at the window for a while before slowly coming back to his senses.

She took the bad guy's test paper, walked to the window, looked down at his handwriting, and then looked up at the lush green leaves outside the window.

"Asshole, I told you to write about your window, why did you write about mine…"

At this time, there was a gentle breeze outside the window, and the green leaves on the branches trembled together.

There was a breeze blowing in through the window, flipping a corner of the test paper in the hands of the female teacher standing quietly in front of the window, revealing a piece of lively ink:

There is a small building in the east fence of Linlu Academy, with a long forest where you can enjoy the breeze and an empty courtyard where you can enjoy the moon. I read in it, facing the green, and opening the book in the secluded window, I can see the fresh green words.

Zhu Yourong leaned against the window, looking at the green scenery outside.

A little dazed.

She heard from Xuanji that the window of the study in the Dongli Cottage where he lived faced a field of cucumbers and other fruits and vegetables. There was "a long forest with a breeze", "feeling like a star" and "enjoying the green"...

The orchid lady, who was well-known inside and outside the academy, held Zhao Rong's calligraphy to her chest with both hands, tilted her head and murmured: "... I read in it, facing the face, enjoying the green, opening the book in the quiet window, the words are all green and fresh..."

I was sitting in the library reading and writing, and all I could see was emerald green. I pushed open the window and opened the book, and all the fonts were in bright green...

The woman leaning against the window and covering her chest was stunned.

That day when he accidentally entered the flower garden and saw her writing at the desk in the house without wearing a hat or a robe outside this window, was that such a poetic and elegant scene he saw... It was not as she had misunderstood and thought before, that her eyes were not honest.

It turned out that he had not forgotten these things, nor had he forgotten the happy times when they later became close friends and often wrote to each other in front of the window.

He still remembers this quiet window where he could enjoy the greenery.

The lady, who was always elegant and quiet in front of others, lowered her head and blushed for the first time.

"So...what is this guy writing this to me for..."

The lady's face was slightly flushed.

After a long time.

Zhu Yourong put away her faint smile, turned back to her desk, calmly put away all the test papers that had not yet been graded, carefully straightened her clothes and appearance, and strode out the door.

She decided not to review the papers in the study today, but to go to Jingchen Hall to review the papers with other gentlemen.

Suddenly I felt that something Meng Zhengjun said was right. Sometimes it is necessary to be sociable and maintain good relationships with colleagues.

"How is he stupid? He just didn't prepare enough this time, and his mind and energy were all spent on Dali and his sisters. It's understandable that he didn't do well in the exam... It's okay, he can improve in the future and get better day by day. By the way, who are the people in charge of the other arts in Ruxing Hall? I have to get to know them and let them take care of Yu..."

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