"Miss Ming, please."

"You don't need to call Miss Ming, it looks very rusty and restrained, you can call me Yulong."

Ming Yulong followed him to a place, and found that he had booked a rare semi-open box on the third floor, with a slight look of appreciation in his eyes.

She and Wei Zhongwen are just classmates in the teaching house, and they nod their heads on weekdays. Coming here today, although it is an exchange of royal arts, a man and a woman get along alone in the box, which will inevitably make people criticize.

The semi-open box eliminates this trouble, which is both quiet and can avoid suspicion.

Wei Zhongwen had actually arrived here half an hour in advance, and it was the first time he had asked a woman out, and he was nervous.

Second, it is more embarrassing to say, he was so excited and happy in his heart yesterday that he forgot to send someone to Zhiyuan Teahouse in advance to make a reservation.

It was too late to remember at night, so I could only rush to the teahouse early in the morning to open to see if there were any vacant seats left.

The private rooms of Zhiyuan Tea House have always needed to be booked, so when he arrived, there were only two semi-open boxes left on the third floor.

He had been worried that Ming Yulong would not like it because he didn't book a quiet box, but now seeing that her expression didn't mean to blame, he put his mind at ease and smiled a little shyly:

"That Ming Da Yulong, you sit down first, I let Xiao Er brew tea up, the "cloud picking" here has a fragrant taste, and the aftertaste is astringent and then sweet, which is very famous. ”

"Okay, I haven't drunk the tea here yet, so I'll be the first to dip your light today." Ming Yulong sat down, put the imperial art book issued in the academy on the coffee table, and looked at Wei Zhongwen.

If Feng'er hadn't asked yesterday, she really didn't have much impression of Wei Zhongwen.

Today he wore a robe with dark lines engraved in pine color, and a dark brocade belt around his waist, showing a thin and long figure, and his white skin had a kind of white tenderness unique to a teenager, and he was indeed the kind of clean young man.

Wei Zhongwen instructed Xiao Er to pour tea, turned his head and looked at her looking at himself, quietly smoothed out his slightly wrinkled sleeves, and said with a smile:

"If you participate in the Royal Arts section, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Ming Yulong took five pages of the book and shook it at him.

"Don't you understand these five pages?" Wei Zhongwen took out the book he was carrying, lowered his head and flipped it up.

"No, I don't understand anything other than these five pages." Ming Yulong reluctantly said the truth, although she knew that it would definitely be embarrassing to say it.

Sure enough, Wei Zhongwen was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the knuckle-thick book, but soon he smiled and said clearly:

"Look at me, I almost forgot that you've only been in the academy for a few days, and of course most of the things you haven't touched. Let's start with the first one. ”

"Let's talk about what the imperial art test was in previous years." Ming Yulong proposed, "There are only nine days left before the Six Arts Academy, if I start from scratch, I have to learn to absorb and integrate it, and what I will come into contact with in a short period of time will definitely only be the skin."

The questions on the college are not so simple, so it may be more helpful for me to tell me about the similar questions in the college. ”

This kind of time is a surprise teaching, and she can't follow the old routine and absorb it little by little.

The girl blinked with misty eyes, like a stream surrounded by clouds and smoke