Zhao Rong returned to his seat first.

He did not take out paper, ink, pen and inkstone to prepare for the next class like the other students around him. Instead, he bent down and wrapped the guqin in a plain white cloth, packed up his things, then turned around and started to leave.

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

Fan Yushu asked curiously, "Ziyu, where are you going?"

Zhao Rong replied casually: "I'm not feeling well today. I'm going to take half a day off."

As he spoke, he walked towards Yu Huaijin in the distance without waiting for Fan Yushu to ask again.

The open space where Suixingtang's class is held today is an abandoned ancient ferry with an ancient rhyme name, Lanzhou.

It is said that the first Confucian saint who took his disciples on a tour to this place, Wangque Tianya, came ashore from this ancient ferry and established Linlu Academy.

Although Lanzhou Ferry has been abandoned, the ferry wooden plank road extending into the river from the shore still exists.

At this time, many Suixingtang students were lining up, walking on the wooden plank road, scooping up Lidu 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 it.

After Zhao Rong came closer, he took a closer look.

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

Her small, snow-white hands grasped a long, dark strip of ink. The dazzling lining attracted the attention of many students who were passing by to fetch water.

After grinding the ink, Yu Huaijin walked to the other side of the table and continued to work with her hands. Her face remained straight 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 later. Yu Huaijin is the senior student elected by Suixing Hall. She can actually refer to the chores for the gentlemen.

It was done by taking photos of other students, but in Zhao Rong's impression, just like in front of him, Yu Huaijin seemed to do everything he wanted to do every time.

He closed his eyelids slightly and walked forward directly.

He saluted and said: "Senior Yu, I feel a little uncomfortable in my lower body. I would like to take half a day off. I hope that the senior will agree."

Yu Huaijin was placing a brush washer. After hearing this, he paused for a moment and then continued to place things without turning his head to look at him and returned the courtesy.

Zhao Rong stared at her side face intently.

There was silence between the two of them for a while.

After Yu Huaijin hung up the hairpin, she nodded slightly without saying anything. She continued to tidy the table with a look of concentration on her side face, and did not spare any energy to 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 around and left, leaving Lanzhoudu in the presence of his classmates from Suixingtang.

Yu Huaijin, who had his back to Zhao Rong, shook his head unnoticeably after hanging up a hair awl.

The students who were queuing up to get water witnessed the scene just now, including Xiao Hongyu. She looked back at the back of Zhao Rong who kept leaving, frowned and said: "Huaijin, don't pay attention to this lazy man, why don't you be angry with him?"

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Yu Huaijin said nothing and looked up at the sun.

Wu Peiliang, who was not far behind Xiao Hongyu, had been paying attention to this place for a long time. At this time, he nodded and said with a smile:

"Brother Hongyu is right. At least Fan Yushu is obedient, but this Zhao Ziyu can't hold up the wall with mud. Senior, you'd better not..."

"It's getting late, everyone, please move faster." Yu Huaijin suddenly spoke up, interrupting Wu Peiliang's words.

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

Not long after, the students of Sui Xing Hall in the open space took a rest after a period of busy work, sat in their seats, and quietly waited for the arrival of a certain woman in a scholar's shirt.

…

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

He shook his head and laughed, "Zhao Ziyu, you are so shameless."

Zhao Rong cursed himself in a low voice.

Immediately, he looked at the sun.

It was still early, so Zhao Rong thought for a while and made a plan to visit Mr. Yan in the morning and ask for some books to read back.

However, for some things, Zhao Rong feels that it is better to be more "shameless" and prepared for a rainy day.

For example, Zhu Weirui, whom we met once in passing.

The next class in Suixingtang in the morning was about this female gentleman’s calligraphy skills.

Because of the poem paper that she copied from his calligraphy style.

Zhao Rong is really a little afraid of her, in every sense of the word.

If possible, we won't meet him, but what makes Zhao Rong feel relieved is that she doesn't know him so far.

After all, when they passed each other when they first entered the academy, Mr. Zhu walked away in a hurry without even turning his eyes. Zhao Rong was attracted by her temperament and curiously asked his senior brother before he found out about her.

identity.

However, Zhao Rong also had a headache. Could it be possible that he would find excuses to skip calligraphy classes in the future?

Once or twice was okay, but if it happened too many times and it happened every time, I would probably be completely disappointed with him and give up, right?

And if I didn’t skip class, I would probably be in more trouble...

Zhao Rong frowned, but relaxed after a moment.

No matter what, we will find a way later. Now we can avoid meeting her in a short time, unless Mr. Lanhua, who I heard in the academy is very popular among male Confucian students, will personally go to Nanxuan Academy to name her.

Looking for him, or blocking him at the door when other teachers in Suixing Hall are in class...

No, no, she is a college teacher and I am a student. This is too unruly.

Zhao Rong laughed, shook his head, dispelled these swirling thoughts, and stopped thinking about it.

He took a few glances around and saw that there were not many people walking on the road, and almost all of them were scholars and senior fellow students from the academy. After all, most of the students at Mochi Academy were still in class.

It's a sunny day today, and the morning sun is shining warmly on my body.

Under the sun, Zhao Rong squinted his eyes slightly, folded his hands, and hummed softly. At this moment, a figure broke into his field of vision at the corner ahead.

This is a graceful figure wearing a Confucian robe, walking towards Zhao Rong along the sunshine, carrying the fragrance of orchids, and her steps are quiet and light.

A moment.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes, and in an instant he could only see the figure of the person coming, but it also overlapped with the Rulan figure in his memory.

His heart skipped a beat.

Why is it her?

But immediately, Zhao Rong narrowed his eyelids, pursed his lips, put away his expression, and walked forward with a normal expression.

He remained calm and steady, and carefully glanced at the woman in Confucian robes who was getting closer and closer to the right from the corner of his eye.

Behind her was the rising sun. The sunlight was shining from behind her. For a moment, he could not clearly see the expression of the woman in scholar's shirt, but Zhao Rong was already sure that it was her.

He tilted his head slightly and saw a few other pedestrians at the edge of his field of vision, feeling a little relieved.

In the short period of time when Zhao Rong's thoughts were circulating, he and the woman in Confucian shirt were already close.

Getting closer, getting closer.

Together with it, there is a quiet orchid fragrance that is getting stronger and stronger.

Zhao Rong was originally going to keep looking straight ahead, but the next second, he still tilted his head slightly and took a "quiet" look, because such a woman with outstanding temperament can attract the attention of men even if she is wearing a men's Confucian shirt.

It is almost impossible for pedestrians passing by not to look at them. Those who do not look are either upright gentlemen or have other thoughts, which will easily attract her attention...

finally.

The two met.

Zhao Rong's heart rose in his throat.

The next second.

Just passing by, again.

From the corner of his eye, Zhao Rong saw the woman in scholar's clothes disappearing from sight without turning her head. He breathed a sigh of relief. Why did he feel as if he had just met the teacher after skipping class?

Immediately, before Zhao Rong could think too much, he noticed several brothers beside him who were going in the same direction as him. They all turned slightly slowly to look at the woman in Confucian shirt who had passed by.

Zhao Rong was quite understanding when he saw this.

In order to pretend to be more like him, he also stopped and turned around, but his breath suddenly suffocated because the woman in a scholar's shirt was stopping not far away, turning sideways and looking at them!

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

Zhu Weirui stood quietly.

At this moment, the atmosphere at this fork in the forest was a little awkward and weird.

The air became silent.

There is only the rustling of forest leaves.

Zhu Weirui suddenly spoke with a clear voice, "Excuse me..."

Zhao Rong's right eyelid twitched.

She stretched out a slender finger and pointed in the direction they were walking, with a confused tone, "Is Lan Zhoudu over here?"

Um?
To be continued...