Zhao Rong returned to his seat first.

He did not take out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone for the next class like his classmates around him, but bent down to wrap the guqin in plain white cloth, packed up his things, and then turned around and walked to leave.

Zhao Rong's contrary action attracted a lot of attention.

Fan Yushu opened his mouth curiously, "Ziyu, where are you going?"

Zhao Rong replied casually: "I'm not feeling well today, go ask for leave." ”

While talking, he didn't wait for Fan Yushu to ask again, and walked towards Yu Huaijin in the distance.

The vacant land where the class of the Frank Hall is held today is an abandoned ancient ferry port with an ancient name, Lanzhou.

It is rumored that the first Confucian sage who took his disciples to study this place at the end of the world was to go ashore from this ancient ferry port and establish Linlu Academy.

Although Lanzhoudu has been abandoned and not used, the ferry plank road extending to the river on the shore still exists.

At this time, there were many students lining up to go to the wooden plank road, scooping up the water and going back to study ink.

And Yu Huaijin was standing at the entrance of the wooden plank road, behind a long table next to him.

After Zhao Rong approached, he looked at it.

Yu Huaijin's expression was calm, and he was studying the ink with his head down.

She has snow-white little hands, grasping the pitch-black long strip of ink, which is dazzling, attracting the attention of many students who have passed to fetch water.

After grinding the ink, Yu Huaijin walked to the other side of the table, and continued to do things with her hands, her little face was still stiff, and her eyes were focused.

Zhao Rong looked at it for a while.

This table is facing the seats of the students in the open space, it should be the table used by Mr. Zhu for a while, Yu Huaijin is the senior elected by the Frank Hall, these miscellaneous things for the gentlemen, she can actually assign other students to do it, but in Zhao Rong's impression, as in front of him, Yu Huaijin seems to do everything every time.

His eyelids narrowed slightly, and he stepped forward directly.

Saluted and said: "Senior Yu, I feel a little uncomfortable in my lower body, and I want to take a leave of absence from a class, and I hope that the senior will agree." ”

Yu Huaijin was placing a pen wash, and when he heard the words, he paused slightly, and then continued to put things on the table, without turning his head to look at him and returning the salute.

Zhao Rong stared intently at her side face.

Between the two, there was silence for a while.

Yu Huaijin nodded lightly after hanging up the cone all the time, and didn't say anything, her side face continued to tidy up the table with a look of concentration, and she didn't pay attention to Zhao Rong.

"Thank you, senior. ”

Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin's face, and roughly understood something in his heart, but he didn't explain anything, he thanked him, turned his head and left, and left Lanzhoudu under the eyes of his classmates.

Yu Huaijin, who was facing away from Zhao Rong, shook his head imperceptibly after hanging a milli cone.

The students who were queuing up to get water witnessed the scene just now, including Xiao Hongyu, she looked back at Zhao Rong's back who kept leaving, and frowned: "Huai Jin, don't pay attention to this lazy man, it's not worth being angry for him." ”

Yu Huaijin didn't speak, and looked up at the sun.

Wu Peiliang, who was not far behind Xiao Hongyu, had been paying attention to this side for a long time, and at this time, he nodded and smiled:

"Brother Hongyu is right, Fan Yushu's crane tail is at least obedient, and this Zhao Ziyu, the mud can't support the wall, senior, don't ...... it"

"It's not too early, let's move faster. Yu Huaijin suddenly spoke up and interrupted Wu Peiliang's words.

She calmly glanced at the entrance of Lan Zhoudu, "The teacher should be coming soon." ”

After a while, the students of the Frank Hall in the open space rested after a period of busyness, sat down in their seats, and quietly waited for the arrival of a certain Confucian woman.

......

Zhao Rong thought that Yu Huaijin would stop him, but he was let go so easily.

He shook his head and smiled, "Zhao Ziyu, it's really stinky." “

Zhao Rong muttered to himself.

Immediately, he looked at the sun.

It was still early, Zhao Rong thought about it a little in his heart, so he had a plan, preparing to visit Mr. Xia Yan in the morning and ask for a few more books to read.

However, for some things, Zhao Rong feels that it is better to take precautions to be "stinky and shameless".

For example, Zhu Weirui, who passed by and met once.

The next class in the morning is the calligraphy of this female gentleman.

Because of the poem she copied in his style.

Zhao Rong is really a little afraid of her, in all senses.

If you can, you won't meet each other, but what makes Zhao Rong a little relieved is that she doesn't know him so far.

After all, when he first entered the academy, he passed by, this Mr. Zhu didn't deviate his eyes, and hurriedly walked away, Zhao Rong was attracted by her temperament, and asked the senior brother curiously, only to know her identity.

However, Zhao Rong also has a headache, and it is difficult to find an excuse to skip the calligraphy class in the future.

It's okay to say once or twice, if there are too many times, every time, it is estimated that he will be as conscientious as a fish Huaijin, and he will be completely disappointed in him and give up, right?

And if you don't skip class, it is estimated that it will be more troublesome......

Zhao Rong's brows furrowed, but after a while, he stretched out again.

Whatever, if you think of a way in the future, you can avoid meeting her for a short time now, unless this Mr. Orchid, who heard that he was very popular with male Confucian students in the academy, would personally go to Nanxuan School to find him by name, or block him at the door when other gentlemen in the hall were in class......

No, no, she's a college gentleman, and my son is a student, which is too unruly.

Zhao Rong smiled, shook his head, dispelled these flying thoughts, and didn't think about it anymore.

He glanced around a few times, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and almost all of them were scholars and brothers from the academy, after all, most of the students in the Ink Pool Academy were still in class.

It's a sunny day, and the morning sun is warm and warm.

Under the sun, Zhao Rong squinted slightly, clasped his hands, and hummed softly in his mouth, at this moment, at the corner in front of him, a figure broke into his field of vision.

This is a graceful figure in a Confucian shirt, walking towards Zhao Rong along the sun, with the faint fragrance of orchids, and his steps are quiet and light.

Moment.

Zhao Rong's eyes opened, and he only had time to see the figure of the person who came in an instant, but it also overlapped with the figure of Rulan in his memory.

He chuckled inwardly.

How is she?

But immediately, Zhao Rong's eyelids narrowed, his lips pursed, he put away his expression, and walked forward normally as usual.

He remained silent, his steps were not disorderly, and he cautiously glanced at the woman in the Confucian shirt who was getting closer and closer in front of him.

Behind her was the rising sun, and the sunlight was shining behind her, and she couldn't see the expression of the woman in a Confucian shirt for a while, but Zhao Rong could already be sure that it was her.

He tilted his head slightly, and was slightly relieved to see the edge of his field of vision, and a few other pedestrians beside him.

And in the short time that Zhao Rong's thoughts were circulating, he and the woman in the Confucian shirt were already close.

Getting closer, getting closer.

Along with it, there is a growing fragrance of delicate orchid.

Zhao Rong was originally going to keep looking ahead, but in the next second, he still tilted his head slightly and glanced at it "quietly", because even if a woman with this outstanding temperament was wearing a man's Confucian shirt, it was extremely attractive to men's attention, and it was almost impossible for pedestrians passing by normally not to look at it, and if they didn't look at it, they were either upright gentlemen or hiding other thoughts, which was easy to attract her attention......

Finally.

The two met.

Zhao Rong's heart was raised to his throat.

The next second.

It's just passing by, again.

Zhao Rong's afterglow saw the woman in the Confucian shirt disappear from the field of vision without turning her head, he breathed a sigh of relief, how could he have a sense of sight when he met the teacher after skipping class?

Immediately, before Zhao Rong could think about it more, he noticed several brothers beside him who were going in the same direction as him, and they all looked back at the Confucian women who had passed by with a slight pace.

Zhao Rong understood this quite understandingly.

In order to pretend to be more like, he also stopped and turned his head leisurely, but in an instant he breathed a little, because the woman in the Confucian shirt was stopped not far away, turned sideways, and looked at them!

Zhao Rong and several passers-by brother: "............"

Zhu Weirui stood still.

At this moment, the atmosphere at this fork in the woods is somewhat awkward and strange.

The air fell silent.

Only the rustle of forest leaves.

Zhu Weirui suddenly spoke, her voice was crisp, "May I ask ......"

Zhao Rong's right eyelid jumped.

She stretched out a slender finger and pointed in the direction they were going, her tone puzzled, "Is Lan Zhoudu here?"

Well?

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and then a possibility suddenly came to mind in his mind.

He quietly glanced at the surrounding environment, this forest path, turning around, there are many forks, if Zhao Rong hadn't been accompanied by Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu, who were familiar with the road, he would have blackened his eyes.

And according to Zhao Rong's rich experience in his previous life, the beautiful women the protagonist meets are generally some small problems, and these small problems make them meet and know each other and fall in love......

Ahem, it's not important, the important thing is that this talented and good-looking Mr. Zhu is actually a road idiot?

Zhao Rong blinked, but he was still a little suspicious in his heart.

At this moment, after Zhu Weirui's words fell, Zhao Rong and the few brothers beside him, you look at me, I look at you, and then they shook their heads like rattles.

"No, no. ”

"Lan Zhoudu is in the direction you were just going. ”

"You're on the right path, but there's still some complicated road ahead......

Everyone spoke.

Zhu Weirui nodded lightly, staring at them, for a while, she didn't speak, as if she was ...... Hesitating about what.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong finally put his mind at ease, and then, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

A twist of thought.

And at this time, among the few people beside Zhao Rong, one or two people also reacted, and there was a little surprise in their eyes, it seemed that they were as experienced as Zhao Rong, and they had insight into the cute attributes of Mr. Orchid, who was intellectually elegant, was actually a confused idiot, so this Mr. Zhu is now ...... Embarrassed to ask for help?

It's just that, although they were quite excited to think about it, some hesitation appeared on their faces, and for a while, they still didn't dare to take a step.

But the next moment, someone helped them step.

Zhao Rong looked left and right, and saw the eager appearance of the people around him, his eyes were fixed, and he did not leave in confusion, but no longer hesitated, raised his feet, and walked forward.

Behind him, several brothers who were originally undecided looked anxious, but Zhao Rong had already walked in front of Zhu Weirui and spoke, and several other passers-by, seeing this scene, had no choice but to give up and leave with a sigh......

Zhao Rong saluted and said with a smile:

"Excuse me, is Your Excellency a new gentleman from our academy, Zhu Weirui, Mr. Zhu?"

Zhu Weirui glanced at the smiling man in front of her a few times, and returned the salute: "It's the little woman." ”

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the mountains and forests on the left and right, and said loudly: "Mr. Zhu, Lan Zhoudu knows where it is, or I'll take you there." ”

Zhu Weirui nodded slowly, "Then it's bothering the son." Childe, you ......"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself, look at my memory. Zhao Rong, who was about to raise his feet, patted his forehead, he shook his head with a smile, then turned his head and said enthusiastically to Zhu Weirui:

"Mr. Zhu, under Lin Wenruo. He is a disciple of Mr. Yan Jidao Yan. ”

Zhao Rong had an idea once and for all and wanted to try it.

After Zhu Weirui heard this, a pair of clear willow eyes opened slightly, and she looked at him carefully.

Zhao Rong paused, then turned his head and said strangely: "What's wrong with Mr. Zhu, what's the matter?"

Zhu Weirui's eyebrows were slightly raised, she pursed her lips and smiled, and nodded, "It turns out that it's Mr. Yan." ”

"Mr. Zhu is very familiar with my husband?"

Zhu Weirui thought for a while and said seriously: "I'm not very familiar with Mr. Yan, but." ”

"But what?"

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Zhao Rong asked casually, while taking Zhu Weirui to turn left, stepped into a path with flowers on the side of the road, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhu come with me, take this path, it will be closer." ”

He was quite familiar with the road, and took her to take a shortcut to return the same way, but it was just to show the way, not that Zhao Rong was really going back to class, even if the gentleman who was going to skip the class was by his side at the moment.

"I'm tired of the son. ”

"It's okay, Mr. Zhu doesn't have to be polite. ”

This flower path shortcut was taken by Zhao Rong before Jia Tengying, there are not many pedestrians, there are few people, although it is autumn at this time, there are also many seasonal flowers growing on both sides of the road and even in the middle of the road.

And every time Zhu Weirui encounters a flower blocking the way, she will take the initiative to give in and avoid stepping on it, Zhao Rong saw this, and also raised some spirit and was careful.

After Zhao Rong's words fell.

Zhu Weirui tilted her head slightly, looking at his smiling demeanor, the corners of her red lips also raised, and then the words just now, "...... However, under Mr. Yan's disciple, there is a newly accepted disciple who has been my friend for a long time. ”

Zhao Rong frowned, "The teacher's newly accepted disciple can get Mr. Zhu's blue eyes, who are you talking about?"

"Zhao Ziyu. ”

Zhu Weirui was looking sideways at the flowers and plants on the path, not knowing what she was thinking, she smiled gently, and read the name softly, "His name is Zhao Ziyu." ”

"Ziyu?" Zhao Rong was in a trance, "It turns out that you are talking about Senior Brother Zhao." ”

When the words fell, he couldn't help but glance at Zhu Weirui.

The latter took a few more steps to avoid a clump of Qiu Ju on the path, as if sensing Zhao Rong's gaze, she turned around and said with a smile: "What's the matter, Childe, are you very familiar with Zhao Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong's expression was a little hesitant, he thought about it, and shook his head:

"I'm not familiar with it, but I also know a little about this Senior Brother Zhao, after all...... We used to live with the teacher in Taiqing Mansion for a long time, and we could often see him, so I saw a lot of things, hey. ”

He sighed slightly and paused, as if it was time for the woman in the Confucian shirt, whose orchid fragrance was more pleasing than the fragrance of the flowers, to think.

Zhao Rong glanced at her sideways and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhu, you really admire...... Ahem, you've been friends with him for a long time?"

Zhu Weirui raised her eyes and met his gaze, the clear eyes contained in the woman's willow leaf eyes did not blink.

She pursed her lips and smiled, but her tone was serious: "Well, I have seen his words, Zhao Gongzi must be a great man." ”

Zhao Rong's face remained unchanged, and he said in his heart.

Great man, huh?

His complexion changed, he gasped, looked at Zhu Weirui, and stopped talking a little.

Zhu Weirui was empathetic, "Childe has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Zhao Rong nodded and opened his mouth.

"Wait, don't step on it!" Zhu Weirui suddenly said crisply.

I saw that there was a secluded and independent Jianlan on the road in front of Zhao Rong, but Zhao Rong's feet had already been raised, and he fell down in a daze......

Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui both stopped, silent.

The atmosphere between the two was a little strange.

Zhao Rong's eyes widened, and he looked down at the foot stepping on the flower, no, it should be said that it was ...... Foot pierced by flowers.

In front of his eyes, the autumn Jianlan that should have been trampled on the mud was still intact.

It pierced Zhao Rong's boots and continued to bloom, swaying slightly in the wind, with an elegant flower posture, just like before it was stepped on.

Zhao Rong was surprised, moved his feet, found that there was nothing wrong, and did not feel pain, and then he found that this orchid was the same as an illusory projection, and it could be passed by other objects at will.

"Childe, can you take your foot away, it can't be empty for too long, otherwise it will not be good for future growth. Zhu Weirui's voice sounded on the side, with some apologies.

"Well, okay. Zhao Rong came back to his senses and moved his foot.

Zhu Weirui walked up to the wild orchid, squatted down, and the willow eyes narrowed slightly, and examined it carefully.

Zhao Rong blinked, looked down at the woman who was guarding the orchid, and then looked at his own feet.

"It's turning reality into fiction. Gui couldn't help but say: "The first seven realms of the monk, ascending to the sky, Fuyao, Haoran, Tianzhi, Jindan, half-step Yuanying, Yuanying, the seventh realm with different names, this seat told you, the whole is a process of turning reality into fiction and turning fiction into reality. ”

It glanced at the Rulan woman in a simple Confucian shirt who was squatting on the ground, "Tsk, from her hand just now, this admirer of Zhao Dagongzi is at least a half-step Confucian monk, looking at her age, it is estimated that she is not Jiazi, it is okay." ”

Zhao Rong listened quietly.

Gui said excitedly: "Zhao Rong, why don't you eat her soft rice!"

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, "Do you think I'm such a person?"

The sword spirit recalled carefully for a while, and said in an affirmative tone: "You don't need to look at this seat, you are original." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Rong was silent for a moment, and then looked at Zhu Weirui, who was about to get up, he nodded lightly and suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Zhu. ”

"Huh?"

"After thinking about it carefully, there are some truths, but I still decided to say it, I can't hide it from you, sir. ”

"Childe, please speak. ”

"Mr. Zhu, Senior Brother Zhao...... I love to eat soft rice!"

Zhao Rong is selfless and upright.

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PS: I'm sorry, wait for more good brothers...

5K1 words, Xiao Rong is finally finished with his liver, it's dawn, woo woo, sleep and sleep......