In Jingchen Hall, just when Zhu Yourong was feeling lost, Su Changfeng also joined the discussion, imitating Duan Jiuling and handing a paper to his colleagues.

"You can take a look at this essay, which was also written by this student Ziyu."

Everyone came back to their senses from the painting of the beauty. Zhu Yourong also reacted when she heard someone's name, and subconsciously prepared to reach out to take it first. However, someone was faster than her. Duan Jiuling, who was closest to Su Changfeng, had his eyes lit up, and he took the paper. He lowered his head and read it for a while, then his expression became full of emotion, which aroused the curiosity of the other spectators.

But Zhu Yourong just glanced at her colleagues, and didn't get annoyed at Duan Jiuling who was trying to snatch the papers. The female teacher looked a little bored, turned her head and looked around, then ignored Su Changfeng who noticed her gaze and smiled at her kindly. She glanced at the painting of "Three Beauties of the Qi Family" on the table, then turned around and prepared to go back to Yilanxuan.

Someone hasn't even thought of her position in the painting, let alone in the poem...

A certain 'senior sister' pursed her lips just as she turned her back and left.

"... her body is as swift as a flying duck, as elusive as a god... her steps are graceful and her silk stockings are covered with dust..." In the crowd on the other side, Duan Jiuling raised his head and asked curiously: "... Hiss, Brother Su, what is the name of this piece of writing?"

"It's called "Li Shen Fu." Su Changfeng turned his head and looked at the back of a female teacher who was leaving the door, and said casually with a slight frown.

"Li Shen...Fu..." Duan Jiuling and his colleagues who were looking around read it for a while without blinking their eyes. The bald man suddenly sighed, raised his head and said seriously: "Brother Su, I admit that this Ziyu student is more lustful than me!"

Su Changfeng and other gentlemen: ...

"Brother Duan, can you please stop being so reckless? This is Jingchen Hall. If Mr. Meng were here, he would definitely punish you." Su Changfeng couldn't help it and scolded him. Then he shook his head and pointed at Zhao Rong's essay and said:

"This is clearly a brilliant article, a masterpiece of literary talent! 'As graceful as a startled swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon', 'Shoulders as sharp as a knife and waist as white as a willow', 'Her hair is as high as a cloud and her eyebrows are as long as a pair of beautiful women'... Each of these sentences is a brilliant piece of literary talent, but in your eyes, they are erotic words."

Duan Jiuling touched his head, shrugged and said innocently: "What are you thinking about? I said before that I was praising him. I didn't mean that he was really lustful. I just said that this student Ziyu has a pair of eyes that can discover the most beautiful and beautiful scenery. This appreciation ability is the key. Otherwise, how can he write these... Ezhu Daoyou, what are you doing?"

Duan Jiuling paused in his explanation and asked in surprise. It turned out that a white hand suddenly stretched out from the crowd in front of him. When he looked up, it was Zhu Yourong who had returned.

"Give it here." She said expressionlessly and concisely.

The tone that did not allow for rejection made Duan Jiuling and his colleagues stunned. After all, they had been used to Mr. Zhu's polite but gentle voice all morning. Why was he suddenly a little impolite now? Did he, like Su Changfeng, misunderstand Duan Jiuling and think that he was saying bad things about the students she admired? Some gentlemen thought secretly.

Duan Jiuling was also worried, but he still coughed twice and handed the essay to Zhu Yourong obediently.

If it was Su Changfeng or other gentlemen, since they were old acquaintances, Duan Jiuling would have just laughed and scolded. However, facing Zhu Yourong, not only him, but most of the gentlemen in Jingchen Hall would stop teasing and become serious to give face to the beauty.

Duan Jiuling explained earnestly: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, I was actually praising this student Zhao..."

"I know. I'm just curious."

Everyone saw that a certain lady's expression relaxed a little, and she nodded to interrupt Duan Jiuling's words, then she pulled the corner of her lip, smiled and said softly: "I also want to see him... well, just like what Daoist Duan just said... see how powerful his eyes are in appreciating beauty, and then see which lucky woman will be next."

Zhu Yourong said as he lowered his head and read lazily, "Li Shen... Fu, right? Oh, it seems to be related to the Li Di not far from the mountain..."

She paused halfway through her speech, and the rest of the words only rang in her mind, not spoken out loud: If it has something to do with Lidi, then it must be about a certain Li woman? You are really good, Zhao Ziyu, you have a romantic encounter even when you go down the mountain to take an exam, haha...

Duan Jiuling and Su Changfeng exchanged a glance, and the latter laughed and said, "Mr. Zhu's guess was very accurate. It seems to be about a stunning goddess he met by chance..."

It’s a pity that no one heard a word of Su Changfeng’s kind explanation and conversation.

Zhu Yourong lowered her head to read "Li Shen Fu". At a certain moment, her eyelashes trembled and the jade fingers holding the paper clenched quietly.

The more she looked, the quieter she became, and her expression became more complicated...

After the female teacher seemed to have finished reading it, she hurriedly handed the Chinese essay back to the gentleman waiting next to her. However, when other gentlemen were passing it around, the female teacher would look away from time to time.

This silent look made people curious and a little strange, but Su Changfeng saw this and thought that Zhu Yourong also admired the article but was too embarrassed to speak. He took the opportunity to step forward and talk to her.

"Mr. Zhu also thinks it's well-written?"

"I think... I think so. His writing is okay... just so-so." Zhu Yourong turned his head and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window.

Su Changfeng said happily, "I like this essay very much, too. So are there any sentences in the essay that Mr. Zhu particularly likes?"

Why does this person talk so much? Zhu Yourong was slightly annoyed, but she could only force a smile and said, "It seems like there were a few sentences, but I didn't read them carefully and forgot them."

"I do remember a few sentences! I wonder if Mr. Zhu remembers the same thing as me." Su Changfeng was excited and volunteered, "How about I read it out to Mr. Zhu first?"

"……?"

At this moment, Zhu Yourong really wanted to turn around, smile and politely say "Get lost, why are you making so much trouble?" However, she was afraid that her strange expression would be noticed by others. However, while she was hesitating, Su Changfeng behind her had already prepared himself and started to recite softly with his hands behind his back.

"I hope Mr. Zhu will know that what I like most is this sentence... The faint fragrance of orchids fills the air, and the steps are hesitant on the edge of the mountain... The figure is gorgeous and elegant, and the demeanor is calm and relaxed..."

Su Changfeng's tone was up and down. As a teacher teaching poetry in the academy, his basic skills in reciting poetry were naturally very good. It was a pity that Zhu Yourong didn't pay any attention to these, but was attracted by the meaning of these sentences written by someone else...

"Another example... her eyes were as green as flowing rice, her face was as smooth as jade... she was silent but her breath was as fragrant as orchids... her beauty was so graceful that I forgot to eat..."

The lady pretending to look out the window had a pair of starry eyes that seemed to be at a loss. She dodged left and right, especially when she heard a word that was the same as a character in her name, her eyes would flicker from time to time...

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