The southeast corner of Linlu Academy.

A quiet courtyard.

The door of the study with the plaque "Yilan Youzi" was opened from the outside.

"Static posture, still posture ......"

A woman in a Confucian shirt looked left and right inside the room.

Empty.

Zhu Weirui, who had just returned from class, whispered: "This girl, why hasn't she come back yet." ”

She grabbed the hem of her oversized blouse, stepped into the room, placed the scroll in her hand on the desk, and prepared to turn around and change behind the screen as usual.

But on the other side of the study, on the small desk specially prepared for her personal scholar, the books were messy and the bookshelves were placed haphazardly.

"How many times have you said it, and you are still so rude. ”

Zhu Weirui shook her head, walked to the small desk with steps, rolled up her wide sleeves, and tidied up the messy desk.

A pair of plain white hands shuttle between the blue and black book covers on the red lacquered table like flowers and butterflies, looking even fairer, but if you look closely, you can find that these jade hands, which should only be stained with romantic things, have conspicuous pale pink calluses on the first joint of the middle finger of the right hand, which destroys the overall beauty.

The woman in the Confucian shirt bowed her head in front of the desk, and sorted out the table with a serious expression, and at one point, she picked up a stack of poetry books, turned around and came to the bookshelf, raised her head and tiptoed the books into the upper compartment.

Suddenly, a blank piece of paper slipped between the pages of a poetic treatise, stalled for a moment on her smooth forehead, and then fell to the ground again.

Zhu Weirui opened her eyes slightly, her picturesque eyebrows raised slightly, she bent down to pick up the white piece of paper, and looked at it fixedly.

The next second.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slowly, and the bright eyes reflected a few lines of small words on the white paper.

Zhu Weirui stared for a moment, and her slightly upturned lips subconsciously opened lightly.

"Searching, deserted, miserable...... Relatives. Seeking...... Deserted......"

Soon after, she reluctantly removed her gaze from the line and looked left and right at the small desk in Jingzi.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her eyes searched purposefully.

Not much.

She reached out from under a heavy book, pulled out a corner of origami, opened it gently, and found that it was indeed the couplet that was taken by Jingzi in the morning and brought back at noon.

After spreading it out, Zhu Weirui looked down and took a closer look.

This couplet was originally written by her, so it is naturally very familiar, but ...... At this time, I don't know who added six words on the couplet.

As soon as the six unfamiliar words broke into Zhu Weirui's eyes, she didn't have time to smile at this cleverly continued pair, and the expression on her face suddenly froze.

The corners of Zhu Weirui's mouth maintained a slight arc and stopped upturning.

The midday sun shines through the window and spreads on the couplets in her hand, drowning out the familiar but incomparably strange and wonderful fonts that reveal an alternative beauty, dyeing them a dazzling golden yellow.

In front of the independent desk of the woman in the Confucian shirt, she lowered her head and stared at the tissue paper in her hand, motionless.

If it weren't for the dust wandering in the pale golden beam, her flat and slightly undulating breasts, and the black hair that had just returned to the yard and casually put down her shawl, the breeze blew between her slightly opened lips and teeth......

If it weren't for that, the desk would seem to be a still picture.

I don't know how long it took.

The woman in the Confucian shirt at the table, who bowed her head like a marble statue, finally moved.

She still lowered her head, her gaze not taking a moment off the page that she had never seen in her life, but exuding a strange beauty, giving her a faint glimpse of a new font of infinite possibilities.

The door to the new world seems to be hidden in the last words on the ordinary couplet in front of you.

Seem...... At your fingertips?

Zhu Weirui subconsciously licked her dry red lips, and the tip of her tongue was slightly exposed like a spring bamboo shoot, and the powder was wet.

This action, which was very hurtful in the past and she would never do it, happened subconsciously, and Zhu Weirui didn't realize it herself, because she was obsessed with words at this time, and she only had these six words in her eyes and heart that I didn't know who wrote them.

Zhu Weirui slowly crossed back to her desk, pursed her lips and swallowed her saliva, her chest with only a slight arc rose and fell rapidly, making her chest tight, and the jade skin in a certain place was very painful, but at this moment she didn't care about these at all.

Zhu Weirui's eyes were stunned, and the corners of her mouth smiled lightly and carefully placed the couplets on the desk, like a naughty little girl who secretly ran out to explore the secrets, she poked out two onion fingers, and gently rubbed the strokes of these strange fonts with her delicate fingertips, which felt a little rough to the touch.

Zhu Weirui looked focused on copying the words that Zhao Rong wrote in the early morning with her Qianqian jade finger.

About a quarter of an hour later, after a good addiction, she changed her breath.

Zhu Weirui tilted her head, her lips were upturned, her eyes were rippling with indescribable joy, she didn't raise her head to probe her hand, skillfully and accurately pulled out the snow-white cone from the sea of pens, grabbed it in her hand, and turned around to pick up the treasured high-grade rice paper.

But the delicate body turned halfway and suddenly stopped.

"Ahh

She snorted softly, raised her hand and patted her smooth forehead, and then remembered that she hadn't seen the owner of this strange font yet......

Zhu Weirui's eyes flickered, "Jingzi must know...... Where's the static posture?"

She hurried out the door, hurriedly pushed open the courtyard door, and went to find her personal scholar.

After walking a long way, Zhu Weirui suddenly reacted, she was always well-dressed and serious in the academy in the past, and she was still wearing her hair at this time, not only did she go out without a headscarf, but she also grabbed a cone in her hand.

Fortunately, so far, I haven't encountered any passers-by......

Zhu Weirui's pace slowed down and turned back hesitantly.

She frowned slightly, and the pretty appearance of her sad face turned out to be another style, and suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the cone that was brought out together, and frowned.

The woman in the Confucian shirt tilted her head and lifted the silk-like green silk, twisted her wrist, coiled it up at will, and gently inserted a slender cone.

Then he squinted his eyes and cocked his mouth, and went to the man and the word with joy.

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Zhao Rong followed his cheap senior brother Li Jinshu and entered Linlu Academy.

Curious lookout along the way.

I saw the interior of the academy, the area is huge, and there is no end in sight.

And the layout is rigorous, the overall style is simple, in general, follow the idea of "etiquette and music" and the strict order of Confucianism.

The building of the academy is centered on the lecture hall, and the buildings such as the dormitory, the study building, and the ancestral hall are arranged in sequence.

But occasionally, you can also see some ingenious buildings and decorations, such as the kitchen and the mountain pavilion.

Perhaps this also reflects that this academy is not as repressive as it seems on the surface, but it is also filled with some different vitality, allowing some freedom and poetry to inhabit here.

Zhao Rong looked at it carefully, and his thoughts were flying.

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PS: There's still a chapter in the code.