In the early hours of the morning, it was not yet time.

Nanxuan School, in the small building of the east fence, the atmosphere fell into a quagmire of silence for a short time.

The north room was pitch black, and the south room, which was originally a black light, was suddenly lit up, and the hazy light passed through the screen paper, vaguely illuminating the three spontaneous students who were standing silently in front of the door of the courtyard.

One female, two male.

The female student's weak and small body blocked the way of the two tall male students.

At this time, Zhao Rong's smile was still the same, but his footsteps stopped, and at the same time his head did not move, his eyes slightly shifted to the right, and he looked at Yu Huaijin in front of him.

I saw that this old-fashioned woman was acting very strangely at this moment.

She walked out of the shadows in front of the door with a small white porcelain bowl in her left hand and a three-tiered lacquer box in her right hand.

The small white porcelain bowl seemed to contain a clear liquid, and there was a dim moon at the bottom of the bowl.

The lacquer box is black, and the specific color is not clear.

Zhao Rong didn't look at Yu Huaijin's dazzling jade hands for the time being, but noticed the moon at the bottom of the white porcelain bowl without a trace of waves.

He turned his vigilant afterglow and realized that it was indeed just the Nine Heavens Cold Palace, which was slowly setting in the west at night, reflected in the bowl, and not some other strange thing......

It's just that you came to the men's school in the middle of the night, what are you going to do?

The seniors of the school make supper for the students to send warmth?

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and couldn't help but look at Yu Huaijin's expression.

The faint light from the paper window of the south room just illuminated her expressionless face, still as straight as during the day, and she did not look at him at this time, but looked ahead.

She was the same just now, and she didn't turn her head to him who wanted to slip away.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Rong's eyes returned to normal, continued to raise his feet, and walked forward with an unchanged smile.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The woman behind her didn't move.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then suddenly strode forward, as if he hadn't heard Yu Huaijin's words just now.

Squeak————

Zhao Rong came to the door and pushed open the courtyard door.

Yu Huaijin still didn't move.

Zhao Rong left.

In the precincts of the East Fence Building.

Fan Yushu's original expression of schadenfreude had already converged under Yu Huaijin's direct gaze, and at this moment, he was like a dead eggplant, his shoulders were down, and his eyelids were pulled.

He raised his eyes slightly, and when he saw the courtyard door closed by Zhao Rong, the corners of his mouth twitched.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin suddenly finally moved.

Instead of turning to chase someone, she walked slowly forward with a bowl in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

Yu Huaijin came to the door of the north house where Zhao Rong lived, and gently rested the bowl of water she had scooped up in the ink pool on the way to the front steps of the north house of the most prestigious courtyard.

He immediately turned around, opened the three-layer lacquer box, took out the white porcelain bowl containing other liquids, and continued to walk in the courtyard.

Yu Huaijin placed a bowl of sweet liquor and a bowl of white cloudy liquor in the courtyard near the portal.

He also placed a light red sake in the center of the temple where he was to perform the salute for a while.

In the end, she put the clearest wine firmly on the east side of the courtyard, in front of the fence that Zhao Rong had planted not long ago.

A crude Confucian sacrificial ritual is ready.

Yu Huaijin walked to the middle of the courtyard, in front of the white porcelain bowl with light red wine, she looked at Fan Yushu with a blank expression, and the latter nodded hurriedly after receiving the look.

The old-fashioned woman turned her head and reached out to take out an ordinary guqin from her wide sleeve.

With a flick, the guqin returned to its normal size and floated in the air in front of her.

Yu Huaijin faced the north and gently recited a certain sacrificial word in his mouth.

"At the beginning of the Sui Dynasty, the burnt millet and dolphins, the filthy bottles were drunk, and the clay drums could still pay tribute to the ghosts and gods......"

At a certain moment, she looked at each other, followed the ancient system, and made a salute.

Fan Yushu, who had already prepared next to him, also hurriedly followed Yu Huaijin to salute.

And the door of the south house not far behind the two of them had already been opened at some point, and Jia Tengying, who was standing outside the threshold, also bent down to salute.

Because, this north-facing worship is the holy master in the Zhongzhou Confucian Temple.

After the ceremony, the courtyard was still quiet and unchanged.

Yu Huaijin got up, stretched out an index finger, and hooked one of the strings of the guqin.

Flick a flick.

Zheng ————!

In the white porcelain bowl in front of her, in the middle of the calm water, it was as if something had fallen into it, and there were sudden waves.

A light red ripple of water, circular in shape, spreads from the center in all directions.

Inside the bowl, all the parts of the circular ripples reach the circular bowl wall at the same time, and the next moment, ignoring the wall, comes out through the bowl.

This circular ripple continues to spread, bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger.

The corners of the students' uniforms, vegetables, fences, stone steps, courtyard walls......

The objects that are touched in the process of diffusion are like illusory, and they are ignored by circular ripples, or they are nothing.

The circular ripples did not stop at all, and they left the hospital at a very fast speed.

Yu Huaijin's eyes were lowered, looking at the water surface in the bowl that had bloomed through a wave, as if she was looking at something, the index finger she had just hooked the piano did not retract, and her fingertips were still lightly touching the strings.

The crystal fingertips and dragon tendon strings are not moving.

The old-fashioned woman waited quietly.

The courtyard was silent, and the sound of night insects that had been singing one after another not long ago had not been heard at all.

When Fan Yushu saw this scene, he didn't have the slightest look of surprise and doubt, but sighed, looked up at the sky, and looked at the night sky with dull eyes and a dull moon, looking like he had nothing to love.

He sighed again, only hating why he came to Brother Ziyu so early with a fluke mentality, and now he was about to start reading before dawn, and he was still in this dirty vegetable garden.

Jia Tengying in front of the south house, looking at Yu Huaijin's thin figure standing quietly according to the qin, thought about it, walked to the vegetable garden, squatted down, and lowered his head to tidy up the vegetable patch.

At this time.

Zheng ————

The strings sounded a second time.

Yu Huaijin in the center of the courtyard withdrew his gaze from the white porcelain bowl, and at the same time, he also withdrew the white index finger that poked out.

She put her hands in her sleeves, turned her head to look at Fan Yushu, who was in a commotion, and spoke softly.

"Today, make up for your homework before you go to Taiqing Mansion, and if you finish it early, you can go back early. ”

Fan Yushu hurriedly retracted the pathetic expression of looking at the sky at an oblique angle, glared at Yu Huaijin, he directly ignored the previous sentence "If it is done early", Baba looked at her with hopeful eyes, "What if I can't finish writing?"

Yu Huaijin thought about it, nodded and said seriously: "Then this time tomorrow." ”

Fan Yushu: "............"

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Zhao Rong closed the courtyard door and strode away.

He looked up at the sky, and in the distance there was a row of black mountains, and where it intersected with the night, a ray of heavenly light was about to burst out of its shell.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth raised slightly, thinking about the two women in his heart for a while, and thinking about the contact information with Lu Wan, the coachman of Chen Ji's carriage and horse dealership, for a while, he walked out of the Nanxuan School with a lot of thoughts.

When Zhao Rong walked to Jiquan Pavilion and was about to pass by, a cool breeze suddenly hit behind him.

Slightly cold.

Zhao Rong tightened his shirt, and suddenly felt something brush his ankle.

Above his head, the pre-dawn night seemed to be darker.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, looked down, his trouser legs were slightly wet from the morning dew, he looked left and right, then shook his head, and continued to hurry......

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong came to Jiquan Pavilion for the fourth time.

His face was heavy, and he turned his head to look at the pavilion next to him.

By this time, the sky was already bright, the first sun was gradually rising, and the dew on the leaves was crumbling.

However, there was not the slightest sound of insects and birds.

Zhao Rong's current morning was as dead and silent as a quiet room.

At first he thought it was the tranquility of everything before dawn, but gradually, he didn't think so.

In the past quarter of an hour, Zhao Rong has been walking straight forward, but he has been walking back to the Jiquan Pavilion like a ghost hitting a wall.

"You're in the line. The voice of return sounded in the heart lake.

Zhao Rong frowned, "What formation, who laid it out?"

Return to the lazy road:

"What are you worried about, what is there to be afraid of in Linlu Academy...... What kind of formation, I can't see it in this state now, but it's here, then it is estimated that it is the formation arranged by your Confucian way of etiquette and music, as for who laid it out, do you think about who you have provoked recently?"

Zhao Rong copied his hands, contemplated for a while, his brows expanded, and in his sleeves, the red maple leaf he twisted with his two hands was put away again.

Zhao Rong turned around and returned to Nanxuan Academy.

After a while, Zhao Rong opened the courtyard door of the East Fence Building with an expressionless face.

He swept his gaze, ignored the three people in the courtyard, looked at the courtyard, and found the small white porcelain bowl visited in the south, east, west, and northwest, as well as the guqin in the center.

"It is a small ritual in the Confucian Five Rites and Auspicious Rites, the arrangement is simple, but it is very exquisite, and it is still okay to trap you who have no spiritual energy cultivation. Gui glanced at his eyebrows and said.

Then, as if it had insight into Zhao Rong's thoughts, it continued to speak: "On the surface, the array eye is the white porcelain bowl in the middle of the courtyard, but this is just a blind eye, maybe it's still a dead door...... The dark eye is the guqin that floats in the air, Confucian sacrifices, pay attention to etiquette and music, and arrange the array with Confucian rites, the same is true. ”

Zhao Rong turned his head to look while listening to Gui's words.

Jia Tengying is holding a vegetable basket, fetching water and washing vegetables in front of the well in the northeast corner.

Fan Yushu sat at an open-air stone table in the courtyard, buried his head in a pile of books, just looking at it, his shoulders suddenly collapsed from time to time, biting the pen shaft, lying on the stone table, but in the next second, he straightened up his upper body like a corpse, and continued to write hard, because there was a ring ruler that had been shaking lightly beside him.

Yu Huaijin stood in front of the stone table, pinching a ring ruler, and bowed his head to supervise Fan Yushu.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly, and her gaze came.

Their eyes collided in the air.