In fact, according to the school's class schedule, there is a calligraphy class at Suixing Hall this morning.

So Zhu Yourong was also in charge of the evening self-study class at Ruexing Hall last night.

However, Zhu Yourong did not attend the morning class.

She has an assistant teacher to do the hard work for her, so she can slack off happily.

Zhu Yourong prepared to move to Jingchen Hall to review the papers.

Not long after she walked out of the flower garden, a little head popped out from the flowers on the roadside.

"Sir, where are you going? In the city? Oh, wait a minute..."

Jingzi, wearing a small straw hat, threw the watering can in her hand and prepared to follow, but Zhu Yourong's words almost made her fall.

"No, I went to Jingchen Hall to correct the test papers."

Jingzi didn't care about being disappointed. She looked at her master who was dressed neatly, and asked suspiciously: "Going to Jingchen Hall?" After a pause, she asked again: "Going so early?"

Zhu Yourong nodded calmly.

Jingzi: "How long has it been since you last checked in? The last time you went there was about two months ago, right?"

Zhu Yourong nodded without blushing or beating her heart.

The little girl opened her hands to block him, and said with a stern face: "Sir, there is something wrong with you."

Zhu Yourong remained calm: "What's wrong? You little girl just thinks too much. Sir, it's better for me to go out for a walk than to stay in the study all the time. This is what Xuanji and you always nag about. Get out of the way, I'm leaving."

The female teacher walked around the girl in blue who looked suspicious, and paused halfway.

"That's right."

She turned around and said to Jingzi, "Do you still have some of the cakes you bought from Jixiangzhai last time? I saw you eating them yesterday."

Jingzi immediately perked up a hundred times and shook her head like a rattle: "It's gone, it's all eaten, there's nothing left!"

Zhu Yourong just looked at her quietly and blinked.

Jingzi's shoulders slumped, she lowered her head and whispered, "It's almost gone, only a little bit left, not even enough to fill the gap between my teeth..."

The female teacher walked up to a little servant who had a strong desire to survive, bent down, and gently rubbed her little head: "Be good, share some of it. I'll take it to Jingchen Hall for other teachers to taste. I haven't been there for a long time. It's not appropriate for me to go there empty-handed. I'll bring some snacks as a token of my appreciation."

Jingzi grabbed Zhu Yourong's sleeves with both hands, as if she was grabbing the last straw.

She said seriously: "Sir, you can't do this to me!"

Zhu Yourong sighed and patted Jingzi's shoulder, "Girl, you don't want to see the teacher being excluded by his colleagues in the academy, right?"

“…”

Jingzi really wanted to nod and ask seriously: You are such a lazy man who doesn't even bother to go to the office. Does it matter if your colleagues exclude you or not...

However, her strong desire to survive told her to shut up.

Jingzi thought for a moment and said weakly, "Sir, how dare they exclude you? If you can pay attention to them, they will be very happy."

Zhu Yourong glared at her, "Girl, how can you talk like that?"

"Then they can't steal my snacks!"

"I'm not robbing you. The gentleman wants to borrow some from you."

Jingzi said aggrievedly: "And next time for sure?"

Zhu Yourong was very pleased with her answer and nodded, "Sure."

Jingzi: ...

Not long after, a certain heinous female teacher left Yilanxuan with the snacks she had smuggled.

Only the world where Jing Zi is hurt is achieved...

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Jingchen Hall is located on the bank of Mochi Lake, between the six halls of the academy and the back mountain.

It is the place where the teachers of Mochi Academy usually stay when they are not teaching on weekdays.

But most of the time, not all people can come.

After all, most of these gentlemen are part-time art teachers in academies, and they also have their main jobs outside on weekdays.

Either he is a great scholar who recruits disciples and preaches among the scholars in the academy, or he is a think tank who works in Youlan Mansion in the city and is treated as a guest of honor by the Lord of Duyou City, or he is a gentleman who manages the power and industry of an academy at the foot of the mountain.

Moreover, the art teachers in the academy also rotate. Every time a new class of students enters the school, a new group of teachers will be selected from the academy to teach in the academy.

Today is the first day after the busy mid-month exam, and the weather is nice.

Perhaps because of the examination of papers, more art teachers came than usual. I don’t know if it was because Meng Xuezhen, who was very strict with rules, sent someone to inform them specifically.

Inside Jingchen Hall.

Meng Zhengjun arrived first, just like every day.

As soon as she arrived, she started her daily work. According to the plan, all the test papers for the mid-month exam will be reviewed today. If speed is fast, the results can be announced today.

After a short rest, several gentlemen arrived at Jingchen Hall one after another and saluted Meng Zhengjun who was sitting closest to the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Meng."

"Good morning, Mr. Chen... Good morning, Mr. Zeng."

Mr. Chen and Mr. Zeng were both teachers of classics and arts in the academy.

Classics and arts are major arts that require a lot of energy, so the academy arranged two teachers to be responsible for the classics courses in the three schools respectively.

For example, for easier arts, such as calligraphy and music, all six schools have one teacher in charge of teaching, but there are exceptions.

Mr. Chen was a middle-aged man, kind and approachable. He was still dressed the same as when Zhao Rong first met him at the gate of the academy. He had a long beard, his black hair was all draped behind him, he wore a wide-breasted shirt, and wooden clogs, looking like a celebrity.

As for Mr. Zeng, he was dressed more like a wealthy old man, wearing a dark green brocade suit and a neatly-worn scholar's cap. He was stern and a little serious, with his hands behind his back and his white beard sticking up.

Mr. Zeng glanced at Meng Zhengjun, called out "Xiao Meng", and walked to his seat inside.

Mr. Chen fell behind half a step, turned around and said to Meng Zhengjun kindly, "There are still three examination papers left for Xin, Ren, and Gui. We can finish grading them in the morning. Mr. Meng, wait a minute."

Meng Zhengjun shook his head, "No hurry, it can be done today."

Mr. Chen laughed in response and returned to his office seat.

At this moment, two men appeared at the door one after another.

You can hear the sound before you even walk in.

"Brother Duan, when you walk with me, can you please keep your eyes open and not let them wander? People who don't know me would think I'm as unruly as you."

"What do you mean by floating around? I'm a painter. God gave me a pair of eyes that can discover beauty. What's wrong with me using them to find the beauty around me?"

"But you can't just stare at a beautiful woman when you see her. People who don't know you might think you are a lecherous man or a sex-hungry ghost, and they might even mistakenly think that I am your accomplice." The man with a gentler voice said with some disgust.

The other voice was a little rough, but bold:

"Hahaha, what's wrong with being a lustful person or a sex-hungry ghost? I think these two types of people love and cherish beauty more than the average person. They are wonderful people who truly know how to appreciate beauty, just like me. I not only love the beauty of beautiful women, but also the beauty of the mountains, the beauty of the water, the beauty of the mist..."

After a pause, he continued, "But recently, I happened to read a strange book called "Yuerongbian". The discussion on the beauty of women in it amazed me and I began to be interested in the beauty of women. Hey, Brother Su, you are a poet and Confucianist. You must have written many romantic poems in the past. You must know many fairies and beauties in the mountains and hills. Why don't you recommend some to me so that I can appreciate them..."

"That's nonsense. Stay away from me from now on."

"Okay, Brother Su, you are amazing, you are noble."

Inside the hall, Meng Zhengjun raised his eyelids and immediately recognized who was coming. He was not surprised at all.

Sure enough, soon, two young men dressed as gentlemen walked into Jingchen Hall one after another.

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