Inside Jingchen Hall.

After a while, Su Changfeng, who had finished reciting, asked, "Mr. Zhu, what do you think of these sentences?"

"It's... it's OK. The rhythm is quite rhyming."

"It's not about the rhyme." Su Changfeng shook his head to correct him, and suddenly he wanted to show off. "The amazing thing about this poem is that the words are gorgeous but not impetuous. It is a change from the current style of the academy. Every sentence is full of freshness, which is really refreshing, especially the amazing sentences that pop up from time to time."

"Uh, is that so..." Zhu Yourong said in a low voice.

"Yes." Mr. Su couldn't help but pick up his old job of lecturing in the school. "And the most exquisite thing is the vivid description of the goddess who left the earth in the text. There is a sense of vastness without being tedious, beauty without being shocking. The description of this goddess is obviously just words, but it makes people read it as if they are looking at a wonderful painting."

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Su Changfeng sighed, then raised his eyes to stare at the Rulan woman who was facing him sideways and seemed to be listening, and said seriously:

"Although we have never seen this Lishen, and we don't even know if he made it up, it is so flesh and blood when we read about him. Isn't it a hundred times more vivid than the painting of a beauty that Brother Duan praised... This person seems to be right in front of us, with a graceful figure... Not only is she so beautiful that she can make fish sink to the bottom of the water and geese fall to the ground, but she also has a kind of freshness and purity like a lotus flower emerging from clear water, naturally without any decoration, and..."

Although her heart was about to jump out of her throat at this moment, she still couldn't help but ask, "And what?"

Su Changfeng glanced at Zhu Yourong, then turned to look out the window and praised, "Moreover, this 'God of Separation' is so sincere and pure in his love that... after she left, her heart remained and her thoughts were endless. For the protagonist in the literary work, the beautiful figure of this God of Separation and the scene when they met and got to know each other are vivid in his mind, making him romantic but bitter, and his mind uneasy, so he lingered between the Luo River and could not bear to leave..."

"Really..." Zhu Yourong lowered his eyes.

Afterwards, Mr. Su, who taught poetry at Ruexingtang, gave another detailed analysis. His colleagues who were watching and reading it also sighed in agreement. However, a female teacher at the window was no longer paying attention to it.

"So I hurried down the mountain to Dali to save you that day...you remembered everything."

"It turns out that when I turned away in disappointment at the Imperial Tomb Waterfall that day, you already understood my feelings."

"So you said not long ago that you would no longer come for tea, but you retained your position as teaching assistant... It was a subtle and implicit hint of restraint."

In the hall where "Li Shen Fu" was being chanted, Zhu Yourong was stunned.

"It turns out that when we were together, you were just as happy as I was; but when we turned away, you were sad and reluctant to leave... It turns out that you just didn't dare to draw me, but in fact, my figure is so beautiful in your eyes... It turns out that you have been pretending to be stupid... pretending not to like me."

On this day, near noon, a lady's heart was pounding and she was suddenly happy.

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"No more writing allowed? Um, why?"

In the gentle autumn breeze, Zhao Rong asked in confusion.

"No reason."

The female teacher who was walking forward with her head down and hugging a book suddenly turned around, rolled up the book, and used it to knock on Zhao Rong's head. The knock was very light, but it had a bit of "hate iron for not being able to make steel" in her expression, "You are not allowed to write anymore."

Seeing the surprised look on Zhao Rong's face, Zhu Yourong's guess was confirmed again. She was somewhat satisfied and secretly delighted. Then, she added in a serious tone, "Unless."

"Unless what?" Zhao Rong asked curiously, not realizing the misunderstanding.

Zhu Yourong glanced at him, then looked sideways at the bouquets of flowers on the roadside, and whispered, "Unless you leave the academy next year..."

"After leaving the academy..." Zhao Rong frowned and murmured, then he looked at Zhu Yourong, whose face was slightly red, and said seriously: "Why can't I write while I'm a student?"

"What do you think?" Zhu Yourong glared with a slight frown.

"You want me to tell you? It's just a piece of prose. What's more, it was written from my heart. Is this type of prose not suitable for you gentlemen to read?" Zhao Rong looked puzzled.

"You still have the nerve to say that!" Zhu Yourong couldn't help but knock on the head of this bastard who was pretending to be stupid.

Zhao Rong flinched, but as expected, he failed to dodge the chestnut of the half-step Yuanying female teacher. Scratching his head, he asked persistently:

"But the topic for this poetry assessment is clearly 'Starting from Emotion and Ending with Etiquette', so why can't I write this?"

Someone's tone was still confident and Zhu Yourong couldn't help but look at his serious expression a few more times:

He pretends to be quite decent... Why are all men like this? Old men are like this, young men are like this too. Is face so important? He pretends to be serious every day... Really... When he dies, his whole body is soft, except for his mouth...

Zhu Yourong felt angry and amused in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.

She looked at Zhao Rong seriously for a while, and then nodded and said in a very considerate way:

"Oh, coincidentally, I read a little bit of this "Ode to the Goddess of Separation" in Jingchen Hall, so, this means that you did meet a goddess in Dali that you have been thinking about?"

"That's right. But, well, actually there is some artistic processing in it..." Zhao Rong spread his hands.

"Oh, really?" Zhu Yourong turned her back and continued walking forward with the book in her arms. Zhao Rong couldn't see her expression.

He stood there with his head down in deep thought for a while, then suddenly looked up, threw his book bag over the other shoulder, and quickly followed. When the two were almost walking side by side, Zhao Rong suddenly said, "I won't write this kind of essay next time."

"oh."

"Before becoming a scholar." Zhao Rong added.

"That's good."

"The influence of this essay is indeed beyond my imagination. It is not a good idea for a student to write this." He nodded in agreement.

"Um."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh:

"Hey, am I being too showy? I'm suppressing my fellow scholars. This isn't good. I'm too high-profile... I've learned this over the past few days. If you stand out in the forest, the wind will destroy it. You have to do things at the right time. If you go half a step beyond that, you're a genius. If you go one step beyond that, you're a monster. You'll be beaten to death..."

Zhu Yourong glanced at the man beside her. She had used thirty years of profound skills to hold back her laughter at the man's serious expression and excuse. So she nodded seriously:

"Hmm." If you say so, then so be it.

"Well, thank you for the reminder." Zhao Rong turned to look at her and said sincerely.

"You're welcome."

Zhao Rong insisted, "I should thank you not only for this reminder, but also for the last time... the last batch of well water."

Zhu Yourong raised her eyebrows slightly, but then quickly lowered them. She deliberately showed a puzzled look and turned around to ask, "What well water?"

"It's... from the old priest." Someone said embarrassedly.

"What old priest? What last time? I don't understand what you are saying." Zhu Yourong raised his chin and looked straight ahead.

"It's the batch of Zhengguan Well water that the old priest gave me. Isn't it you who gave it to him..."

"What are you talking about? I'm just a calligraphy teacher on the edge of the academy, how can I have so many upright people?" Zhu Yourong imitated Zhao Rong just now and said to him seriously: "Not to mention... I gave it to you for free, why should I beat around the bush to give it to you for free? Didn't we cancel the agreement between us? Don't be so self-indulgent."

"I……"

"You what?" She tapped her chin with her slender index finger and turned her head suddenly, "Or... do you want to get it for free?"

"..."Zhao Rong.

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