Jingzi couldn't wait to pounce on her at this time, bite the prodigal scholar in front of her who dared to speak lightly, and then find a hole to get into, and never see anyone again.

She was ashamed and angry, her heart was in turmoil, and her mind was blank in the face of Zhao Rong's pair.

Jingzi had been following Mr. before, and the man she came into contact with was not a humble gentleman with good words and deeds, and after coming to the academy, for some reason, she was treated as an aunt and grandmother by the students of the academy, not to mention the group of down-and-out scholars outside the door who couldn't even enter the academy.

But I didn't expect to meet a cowardly disciple today who said such teasing words.

She used to occasionally glimpse this kind of language on some miscellaneous books when she was reading, and she would snap the pages close with a red face and sip lightly in annoyance.

However, now, this kind of thing has been said by this prodigal scholar in public!

Jingzi's eyes stared at Zhao Rong, and she bit her red lips out of a purple mark, she only felt that half of her innocence had been destroyed by Zhao Rong at this moment.

Jingzi's chest rose and fell violently, and he sniffed hard, holding back what was about to overflow in his eyes.

This is a blank mind, after hearing Zhao Rong ask and answer two pairs in a row.

She gritted her silver teeth, and her voice was no longer as crisp as it had just been, a little low, and a little trilling.

"You, you have another one, the one just now doesn't count...... I didn't listen carefully. ”

Zhao Rong nodded when he heard this, looked at her and wanted to cry, his heart moved, and suddenly said: "Looking for it, it is cold and lonely, miserable and miserable." ”

When Jingzi heard this, her brows gradually furrowed, and she savored this wonderful long sentence that she had never heard before, and she said seriously:

"Is this a fragment, but is there anything to come?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, looked at her with a smile, and did not answer.

Jingzi saw that Zhao Rong ignored her, helpless, she twisted the corners of her clothes with her two fingers, and thought about it again.

"Imitation wandering ......"

She paused.

"Thinking about ......"

She chipped a few words and shook her head vigorously.

The more I chew on Zhao Rong's strange overlapping words, the more I feel that they are wonderful, ingenious, and intriguing......

If she forced it right, she could barely cope with it, but this kind of coping can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, and she is embarrassed to do it......

Jingzi stared down at her toes, but she could still feel the eyes of the audience, especially the calm eyes of the "wandering scholar", who obviously didn't even shake, but it made her feel a lot of pressure.

Jingzi's little hands hung down, and he didn't know where to put them, and the corners of his clothes were twisted.

Zhao Rong waited calmly for half an hour, he looked up at the sun, estimated that the time was almost up, then looked back and comforted softly: "Okay, girl, let's go back and think slowly, well, according to the agreement, what should you call me now?"

The girl in blue had a white face, she hung her head and didn't look at Zhao Rong who opened her mouth and the pair of eyes behind him.

At a certain moment, she loosened her teeth, let go of her bitten purple lip, and hesitantly squeezed out three words from her throat.

"Big ...... Brother ......"

Zhao Rong blinked, "Be louder." ”

Jingzi's hand pinching the corner suddenly clenched his fist, and he was silent for a moment without seeing his expression, still like a mosquito.

"Big Brother ......"

Zhao Rong listened to it and sighed, "Okay, you screamed twice, but the last sentence shouted louder, I don't know if I think you are coquettish here, how bad is it to misunderstand......"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jingzi raised his head sharply and shouted, "Big brother!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, but he was not frightened by this sudden sound, he looked at this little girl with strong self-esteem sincerely, and echoed softly: "Little sister~"

Jingzi couldn't help it, where had she suffered this kind of grievance since Qiling, her eyes were instantly crystal clear, very bright in the sun, and hurriedly raised her hand to block it, "You wait for the old lady!"

The girl in blue turned around and ran into the door with a cruel word, and before leaving, she pulled the strange couplet on the wooden door and took it away with her.

Zhao Rong glanced at her distant back, then looked back at the stunned crowd and shrugged his shoulders.

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There is a quiet courtyard in the southeast corner of Linlu Academy, hidden among the lush green forests.

The courtyard outside the courtyard is a constant powder, and the courtyard only feels the smell of strange fragrance, as far as the eye can see, there are a lot of flowers and plants planted.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the orchid of no less than a dozen colors, red, yellow, white, green, blue and orange, which should constitute a gorgeous and charming color, but it was cut and placed by the owner of this courtyard with ingenuity, and the decoration is elegant and quiet.

There is a gap in the root of the courtyard wall that flows into the clear water, goes around to the front yard, and circles under the orchids.

The courtyard is connected with each other, and there are mountain stones embellished, and the hugging building of a study room in the middle hangs the plaque of "Yilan Secluded Posture".

The study gatehouse is closed, and the windows are open.

Look into the room through the window, a beauty couch is placed in front of the window, not far away, among which there is a large case of pear marble, on which there are all kinds of calligraphy, and dozens of treasure inkstones, all kinds of pen holders, the pen inserted in the sea of pens is like a forest.

The courtyard is quiet, with only the sound of flowing water and the dark fragrance of the heart.

At this moment, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open.

A handsome Confucian student dressed in a wide moon white robe walked into the courtyard.

There was no one around at this time.

The beautiful Confucian held the scroll behind him with one hand, raised his slender index finger with the other, and swiped in the air like a dragonfly dotting water and a butterfly flying.

The delicate Confucian has a straight posture, light steps, and a focused expression, as if he is using air as paper and fingers as pen to splash ink.

The delicate Confucian walked on a zigzag flower path, and the footsteps cleverly avoided those fragrant orchids of different colors.

At a certain moment, the movements of Qingxiu Confucian's hand stopped, and he nodded thoughtfully, and the slender hand that used his fingers as a pen no longer wrote, but raised it at will, stretched it to the back of his head, and his head was slightly crooked.

Among the flowers, she gently pulled the turban on her head that tied up the man's sideburns, and the black green silk slid down like a waterfall and fell on her shoulders.

The eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the Confucian shirt are picturesque.

She tilted her head suddenly, raised her hand and lifted the smooth but messy green silk behind her ears, revealing half of her curvy goose egg face, and rubbed her white and delicate ears with two fingers.

As she approached the study, she suddenly stopped and crouched down.

There is a white orchid with an inverted seedling on the flower path.

The woman in the Confucian shirt frowned slightly, her hands gently lifted the flowers up, a frosty white hand like snow got into the black wet mud, turned over, she looked down at the flower roots, her expression was focused, her brows frowned, and after a while, she sighed gloomily.

The woman in the Confucian shirt dug up the withered orchid, walked to the clear stream in the courtyard, carefully washed the orchid, and then buried the orchid again in the southeast corner of the courtyard.

After tidying up, the woman in the Confucian shirt pushed open the door, put the scroll in her hand on the beauty couch, and turned to walk towards a screen full of ink characters in the room.

Pace.

As he walked, he untied the belt of his moon-white shirt.

The shirt that was already wide to cover her figure was even looser......

Bang –

At that moment, there was a noise in the courtyard.

The hand on the woman's chest that was about to be undressed suddenly stopped, and she suddenly looked back.

A girl in blue slammed her mouth out and slammed into the door.

He also held a pair of couplets in his little hands.