Jingzi didn't feel strange to see Yu Huaijin so "polite".

She hurriedly bent down to return the salute, and when she got up, she reached out and held her hand to support the scholar's hat that had slipped off her forehead.

"The teacher is here, but she (tā) is writing in the flower garden. ”

Yu Huaijin nodded lightly, ready to put down his things and say goodbye first.

A long, long time ago, when she first became a Confucian scholar, she became her (tā) "Mr. Private School".

The two have been together for a long time, Yu Huaijin knows, once the teacher rises, go to the flower garden to write, it must be obsessed with calligraphy again, obsessed with God, a writing will be a day, and no one is allowed to disturb, do not treat guests to see people.

However, if someone close to her (tā) is in a hurry, it is not too much of a problem to get close.

It's just that according to Yu Huaijin's weight of the master, where would he do this for no reason.

This time, she (tā) came to Mr. Zhu to ask for some calligraphy problems, and the penmanship is skillful.

For this new unfamiliar art, the six halls of the Ink Pool Pavilion, the results of the last mid-month exam were almost so-so, and they couldn't close the gap, and there was not even a single person who rode the dust.

Therefore, calligraphy is likely to become the key to the next mid-month exam, and I don't know if the halls behind Zishitang will be surpassed.

There is only one teacher in the ink pool hall, a calligrapher, who has to guide six classes, and it is inevitable that he will lack skills, and the teacher has not had an assistant to help, so he can't take care of all the children.

Yu Huaijin recently had a spare time in private, so she practiced calligraphy hard, and this time she came for the sake of calligraphy, she (tā) wanted to improve more, okay, she could privately manage the other children in the history hall.

After all, although Yu Huaijin is not good at calligraphy, he is also a top-notch person in the hall? On the contrary, the short ones are tall and tall.

But? Today, since Mr. is practicing calligraphy in the flower garden again? That still doesn't bother her (tā).

It's just that? Yu Huaijin pursed her lips? Think the timing is a coincidence? She (tā) remembers that the teacher seems to have encountered a certain "mountain" in the art of calligraphy for a long time? It's rare to practice calligraphy as it does today.

At this time? Jingzi glanced at Yu Huaijin, and her expression stopped talking.

Yu Huaijin was just about to turn around? Suddenly? looked at the face of the girl in blue, and thought about it: "Jingzi? Is there something to do?"

Still with your hands behind your back? Looking at the toes from the head, hesitation:

"Sir...... Mr. these days some practice calligraphy fascinated, even forget to sleep and eat, already? It's been a long, long time since you had a break, and you have classes every day? It was also when I reminded her that she remembered. ”

She paused, glanced at Sister Yu, and saw that the old-fashioned woman in front of her was gathering to listen attentively, so she measured:

"The gentleman devoted himself to calligraphy, and today too, stopped last night to drink a sip of water, and picked up the ...... again Picked up the calligraphy to observe, saw the early morning, and picked up the firefly bag early, took the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and went to the flower garden to write. Although Mr. is a high cultivator, he continues like this...... Sister Yu, why don't you go and persuade Mr. and let her (tā) rest, Mr. still listens to you very much. ”

When Yu Huaijin heard this, he was silent for a while, then turned his head suddenly, and looked at the strange couplet on the open door.

Seeing this, Jingzi bit his lip and looked at his feet from his head and was silent.

Yu Huaijin's original sideways body came back and bowed slightly, "I'll go see the teacher." ”

After saying that, he carried the food box and walked towards Yilan Xuan first.

"Okay. The girl in blue was overjoyed and jumped up and down to catch up with her (tā).

Jingzi walked into the door, she (tā) looked at Yu Huaijin's back, turned her head to look outside the door, and saw that the king was swinging outside the door, so she went out of the door, turned her head and was curious:

"By the way, Sister Yu, what about Sister Bifang, she (tā) didn't come this time?"

Yu Huaijin, who was walking down the stairs, his eyes drooped slightly, his footsteps did not stop, and he said softly, "Gluttonous, go outside, buy snacks to eat." ”

"Oh," Jingzi nodded, in her (tā) seal, Sister Yu's personal maid, Sister Bifang, was indeed greedy, and she didn't see her (tā) with snacks with her, and she kept eating.

"Sister Bifang is so thin, why can't she get fat no matter how she eats, well, it's ...... like me," the girl in blue muttered, and finally looked at her toes from her head and sighed.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin walked down the steps and entered the work, and suddenly glanced at what he saw.

She (tā) turned her head to look, and saw that not far from the gate, in the small pavilion used to receive guests, there were several men's bodies.

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Jingzi behind her noticed Yu Huaijin's expression, and she (tā) glanced at the man who was waiting in the guest booth, and said casually:

"Oh, they are the heads of the other halls of the museum, Sister Yu, you should know, they came to Mr. to ask for calligraphy, but I and they have no king in a short time, and when they look back, they don't listen, they have to wait for Mr. to finish writing......"

The girl in blue glanced at Yu Huaijin, her eyes lit up, "By the way, that toad wants to eat swan meat is also there, Sister Yu, you are here, then I will help you drive him away." ”

After that, Jingzi shook his head and prepared to go to the waiting box with great interest.

"Jingzi, come back," Yu Huaijin frowned, and stopped this naughty orchid charm, "Brother Han, like me, is a student of the teacher's reasoning, and he came here to ask for questions, how can he drive people away for no reason? Also, in the future, he is not allowed to give others his nickname." ”

"Oh. "Still, measured.

At this moment, a few people in the pavilion seemed to notice Yu Huaijin who had just entered Yilanxuan.

One of them, a handsome man in a fine costume, walked quickly out of the pavilion and met him.

"Brother Huai Jin, it's a coincidence, you are also here. ”

It was Han Wencheng who came, and he was smiling at Hexi, with some surprise in his tone.

"Brother Han, Brother Chen, Brother Wei......" Yu Huaijin had a calm expression and saluted him and the other elders behind him.

"Brother Yu. The crowd returned the salute.

Han Wencheng smiled: "Brother Huaijin, it seems that you are also looking for Mr. Zhu to ask for calligraphy." ”

As he spoke, he secretly and carefully checked the look of the woman in front of him who he thought about day and night.

Yu Huaijin's expression was calm, he glanced at him, nodded, did not answer, but directly hugged his hands and said goodbye: "I'm sorry, brothers, there is something to do, go first." ”

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the flower garden in the distance, where Kikiyo could see the graceful figure of a woman.

Han Wencheng and several hall leaders in the lower area looked at each other, looked at each other a few times, and they were also accustomed to it, and they didn't feel embarrassed.

Han Wencheng smiled and watched Yu Huaijin go away.

She (tā) walked farther and farther towards her thin body, and finally entered the flowerbed where they had been looking out all morning.

He squinted slightly.

I saw that in the flower garden, all kinds of orchids were clustered with a long and narrow bookcase, and next to the table was a quiet woman in a Confucian shirt like an orchid, who was bending over her head, grabbing her sleeve and carrying a pen, splashing ink and writing.

Regarding Yu Huaijin, the price of Mr. Orchid, who is respected and admired by many Confucian scholars, most of the children in the Ink Pool Museum know a little.

Yu Huaijin is not from Wangque Zhou, but was brought to Ranlu by Mr. Zhu a few months ago, and he didn't even go through the back door that Mr. Shugong could open, and directly participated in the entrance assessment of the calligrapher, and finally entered the ink pool hall with a well-deserved first place.

Han Wencheng looked at it from a distance, Yu Huaijin and Mr. Zhu, the two female masters and apprentices, were not dissatisfied with the body of the orchid bush, after all, in his opinion, the entire Ranlu calligrapher had set up a mountain chief who could not see the head and tail of the dragon, and no man should be able to enter this ghostly flower garden where Mr. Zhu specially wrote.

Now it's the other way around, those reading committees can't do it, and they don't have the qualifications.

Because, this Confucian woman is a first-class Confucian scholar.

Because An Envoy insisted on going her own way, she had been half-stocked and half-abandoned by the Zhongzhou Confucian Temple, but her identity and cultivation were still there, and in Confucianism, where etiquette was strict, no scholar or Confucian dared to go beyond half a step.

Han Wencheng hurriedly looked away, and turned his gaze away, but he couldn't see the picturesque woman who entered the Lan, because some things are impossible, and those who can match her (tā) should only be a gentleman of the same generation, right?

Han Wencheng secretly thought about it, and Xuan An stared at Yu Huaijin wholeheartedly.

A few days ago, the poems of the flowers were unsuccessful, not only was she (tā) retreated back in public, but the friend who was originally faintly sublimated also regressed, making it like the current image, like a classmate of Pufang whose price is as light as water.

However, Han Wencheng has not been able to find Yu Huaijin to "ask questions" in the past few days, now he is afraid that things will be reversed, and now it has cooled down for a few days, and the previous aftermath should have subsided, and now he has to find a new opportunity.

He squinted at the flowerbed.

Yu Huaijin is indeed difficult to approach, but Han Wencheng has known her (tā) for so many days, and after some "failures and mistakes", he has gradually found some methods that seem to be feasible and nurturing.

Although Yu Huaijin feels dull and serious, and old-fashioned, she abides by etiquette at a glance, does things calmly and calmly, and treats everyone equally on weekdays, which is also a place that Han Wencheng finds difficult to cross, but she (tā) should be extremely arrogant in her heart.

Yu Huaijin didn't have the idea of looking down on everyone in her heart, but her talent and ability were ...... The family still unconsciously looked down on everyone.

Therefore, she (tā) treats everyone else equally, even if it is a mortal who has not cultivated and a monk who has already climbed the mountain, it is the same in Yu Huaijin's eyes, because, looking down from the top of the mountain, the people on the ground and the people on the mountainside are actually the same, both at the feet.

I don't know what I thought, the smile on Han Wencheng's face was gradually disappearing, but Xuan'an, the corner of his mouth hooked slightly.

It is precisely because of Yu Huaijin's history that if someone can defeat Yu Huaijin somewhere, preferably somewhere she (tā) cares about, and let her (tā) fail, then it is possible to get the true respect of this old-fashioned woman.

Moreover, because she (tā) is a serious and good historical shadow, she may turn around and take the initiative to come to him for advice.

Han Wencheng expelled a breath of turbidity in his chest, and the mid-month exam in half a month was now his chance.

Han Wencheng knows his own strength, he has always been very self-aware, and Han Wencheng sometimes uses it as an advantage.

If he wants to win Yu Huaijin in seven arts, it is difficult in a short period of time, even if the two of them are the same calligraphy that makes Mr. Zhu unsatisfied.

After all, Yu Huaijin and Mr. Zhu are close, and they can get close to the water and get the moon first, and Han Wencheng feels that it is a little difficult to surpass her (tā).

However, if he can lead the Zi Liang Hall, defeat the Zi Shi Tang led by Yu Huaijin in the mid-month exam, defeat her pride (tā), and win the first place in the autumn of this quarter year.

Then, according to Yu Huaijin's history, eighty percent will take the initiative to ask him for reason, and he will not be one of those people who belong to the "equal treatment" in her eyes (tā), and the price will definitely go further......

"Hey, Han Clam...... Han Wencheng, have you seen enough! Keep staring at Sister Yu and my husband!"

An impatient coquettish sound came.

Han Wencheng suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head to look, and found that Mr. Zhu's personal scholar, who liked to hold grudges and be cautious, was staring at him with a frown.

And a few more familiar hall elders in the lower area also looked at him strangely.

Han Wencheng clenched his fists and covered his mouth, coughed twice, and remained silent.

......

When Yu Huaijin's clothes dragged different orchids and walked into the flower garden.

Zhu Weirui was bowing her head, grabbing her sleeves with one hand, revealing a round and slender lotus root, pinching the snow-white cone with the other, concentrating on what she was writing.

Didn't look back at her (tā).

But Yu Huaijin is also used to it.

She walked lightly to the table.

Xuan An's eyes were drawn to a neatly framed couplet on the bookcase.

Yu Huaijin swept his eyes and found that the handwriting on the couplet was not the teacher's, but at first glance it was quite familiar, as if he had seen it.

She (tā) looked at it carefully, her eyelids slightly raised, and the man's handwriting on the couplet written by the teacher and the strange man at the door before was somewhat similar to the words on this couplet.

Yu Huaijin tilted his head slightly, and couldn't help but glance at the teacher.

Her (tā) eyes were slightly strange.