The night is as dark as ink.

In a certain room in Nanxuan Academy, the lights are still on at midnight.

But there was no one in front of the desk under the lamp in the room.

On the bed, someone fell from the dream of ink and wash again, fell into the dark ocean, was carried by the illusory tide, and landed on the beach of reality.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes, took a long breath, and thought about the dream he just had.

During the day, he had a 'friendly meeting' with Xuezheng, who had just returned to the academy.

On the way back from the academy, Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu carefully comforted him.

Although Zhao Rong wanted to say it, he really didn't think there was anything to feel inferior about as a son-in-law.

Well, Zhao Rong has always resisted this kind of standard identity of suffering, great hatred, and deep hatred that only the protagonist in the book has, and has not proudly shown it off to them, which is already very good.

Insert an app: a perfect replica of the old version of the book-chasing artifact and a replaceable source app——.

Where is the joy out of suffering?

However, Zhao Rong looked at the expressions of the two friends who were so sincere and sincere, and thought that he should forget it and not explain.

It's a little off-putting to say it.

And it’s all in vain.

This was Zhao Rong's deepest feeling again. The impact of past life memories on him made him cognitively different from those around him.

Maybe Zhao Rong has never experienced the depression of having a son-in-law too much before?

When I first woke up, I didn't receive any blank looks or contempt at the Duke's Palace in Qianjing.

Now that she and Qingjun have reconciled, she doesn't hide her love for him. Well, there is also a little Qian'er jumping around and shouting "I want it too".

If Meng Zhengjun, who was firmly opposed and despised, hadn't suddenly appeared today.

I guess Zhao Rong is still secretly enjoying this extraordinary identity that "he has but no one else has".

Didn't you expect that I am a son-in-law hiding among you...

After returning to Dongli Xiaozhu, Zhao Rong decided to go to sleep again at night.

Because he had some guesses in his mind.

I am a little curious about Meng Zhengjun and Yu Huaijin, two equally old-fashioned women.

Curious about their past.

However, Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong didn't know much about him, and they couldn't understand him too much.

But for Yu Huaijin... their dreams are the same.

Zhao Rong could roughly get a glimpse of something.

However, this time when he fell asleep, he still didn't find much substantial discovery, because the little girl in the corner slipped away again and deliberately avoided him.

At this time, Zhao Rongfa, who was on the bed, came to his senses after being stunned for a while.

He subconsciously wanted to get upright with a carp blow, but he thought the small bed board couldn't bear it, so he gave up.

Zhao Rong stood up with a smile, put on a robe, went to his desk, and began to stay up late studying.

When someone is reading at night.

A strange piece of ink dream that had melted rose again like bubbles in the water of the inner lake.

Gradually evolve and return to its original state.

In the matte ink-colored landscape, a peachland-like pastoral scenery, a square schoolhouse continues to sit quietly.

There is no door in the school, only a small window that is ajar.

Looking towards the gap in the window, I saw a little girl sitting quietly in front of the nearby table, sitting upright, lowering her head and flipping through a book.

Inside the school.

The tall, thin old man whose face was invisible was still teaching.

Together with the little girl in charge, twenty-one students attended class seriously and regarded the Master as a god.

All this happens silently.

In Zhao Rong's opinion, the little girl who should be the master of this dream was mixed among the schoolchildren.

She is more rigid and serious than her peers around her.

The tall and thin lady had much more expectations and requirements for her than the children around her.

At this moment, even if I know that this is just a dream, it is an endless song.

This little girl with the main role, who was shaped by ink, is still more devoted than all the people in the dream.

She only has a desk, a school, a window, and an endless class.

Even though there are flowers blooming outside, a paradise, and the scenery is like spring.

She still couldn't get out.

at some point.

In the school, in front of the desk, the little girl in the corner who had been listening carefully to the class silently picked up a pen and started writing.

Write, write, write, suddenly.

She lowered her head, stretched out a finger, and quietly tasted the ink on her fingertip.

…

The next morning.

Zhao Rong went to the school to attend classes as usual.

Originally, according to his idea, yesterday's incident had been clearly explained to Meng Xuezheng, and it was probably over.

Keep a small notebook, keep a small notebook.

Until he was stopped early in the morning.

"stop."

A familiar woman's calm voice.

Zhao Rong, who was walking between Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, who was about to enter Suixing Hall together, paused in his steps.

He went back together with his two friends and some students who happened to be passing by.

Meng Zhengjun was standing quietly not far away, holding his hands and looking serious.

Under the illumination of the early sun, it looked like a statue, motionless.

If Zhao Rong hadn't recognized her voice, he probably wouldn't have been sure whether the words just came from this sculpture's mouth.

Zhao Rong's lips twitched slightly.

There were no footsteps at all, and he appeared behind him silently. When he passed by a few breaths ago, there was still no one there.

Well, it also appeared suddenly like this in the calligraphy class yesterday, leaving people unprepared...

Can you please adjust the details of the underworld?

Outside the school, Zhao Rong complained in his mind.

Seeing Meng Zhengjun looking at him intently, Zhao Rong stopped pretending to be stupid and took a step forward.

"What's the matter, Mr. Meng?"

Meng Zhengjun frowned, "Where is your student uniform?"

Zhao Rong had a strong desire to survive and said: "The sun is shining brightly today. It's a rare sunny day. The students took it to wash."

He paused, narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "There is no rule in the school that you must wear..."

Meng Zhengjun interrupted:

"The school rules have been changed. The new school rules will be implemented from today. Except for wearing formal clothes on holidays or large-scale sacrificial ceremonies, Mochi students must wear student Qingjin whenever they are in the school. Those who disobey the order will receive a demerit...

"

She raised her chin slightly and spoke slowly.

"Once demerited, you will be punished by copying "Linlu Academy Revealed" a hundred times; secondly demerited, you will be responsible for three days of chores at the back of the academy; thirdly demerited, you will be confined in the hall to think for a month; if you do not commit three deeds, you will be expelled from school...

Pavilion!"

The students who stopped outside the hall looked at each other in confusion.

Zhao Rong nodded lightly, "So Mr. Xuezheng, do you think I have violated the law once?"

Meng Zhengjun did not answer, but turned around to leave without saying a word.

"Copy the manuscript as a penalty and hand it over to the auditorium three days later."

Zhao Ronghu said: "Meng Xuezheng, please stay."

Meng Zhengjun paused slightly and turned his face, "What do you want?"

Zhao Rong lowered his head and straightened his sleeves.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "I am willing to be punished for violating the school rules, but Master Xuezheng has actually changed the new school rules, so I have to keep a copy."

Zhao Rong raised his head and smiled.
To be continued...