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Chapter 160 So Crazy
Chapter 160 So Crazy
The southeast corner of Linlu Academy.
A quiet courtyard.
The door of the study room named "Yi Lan You Zi" was opened from the outside.
"Jingzi, Jingzi..."
A woman in a Confucian shirt looked around the room.
Empty.
Zhu Weirui, who had just returned from get out of class, whispered softly, "Why hasn't this girl come back yet?"
She grabbed the hem of the large Confucian shirt, stepped into the room, put the scroll in her hand on the desk, and prepared to turn around and go behind the screen to change clothes as usual.
But his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the other side of the study room, on the small desk specially prepared for her personal book boy, the books were messy, and the bookshelves were randomly placed.
"How many times have I said it, and I'm still so rough."
Zhu Weirui shook her head, walked gracefully to the small desk, rolled up her wide sleeves, and tidied up the messy desk.
A pair of plain white hands shuttled between the blue and black book covers on the red lacquer table like butterflies among flowers, making them appear even fairer, but if you look closely, you can find that these jade hands should only be stained with romantic things, and the middle finger of the right hand A conspicuous pale pink callus on the first joint mars the overall aesthetic.
The woman in Confucian shirt bowed her head in front of the desk and carefully arranged the table case. At a certain moment, she picked up a stack of poetry theory books, turned around and came to the bookshelf, raised her head and tiptoed to stuff the books into the upper shelf.
Suddenly, a piece of white paper slipped from the pages of a book on poetry, paused for a moment on her smooth forehead, and then fell to the ground again.
Zhu Weirui opened her eyes slightly, and raised her picturesque eyebrows slightly. She bent down to pick up the white piece of paper, and fixed her eyes.
next second.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slowly, and a few lines of small words on a white paper were reflected in her bright eyes.
Zhu Weirui stared at it for a moment, and subconsciously opened her slightly raised lips.
"Xun Xun Mi Mi, deserted, desolate... Qi Qi. Xun Xun Mi... deserted..."
Not long afterward, she reluctantly moved her gaze away from the line of writing, and looked left and right at Jing Zi's small desk.
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she looked for it purposefully.
Soon.
She reached out from under a certain heavy book, and pulled out a corner of the origami. She opened it gently, and found that it was indeed the couplet that Jing Zi took away in the morning and brought back at noon that day.
After spreading it out, Zhu Weirui looked down carefully.
This pair of couplets was originally written by her, so she is very familiar with it, but... at this time, someone has added six words to the couplets.
When the six unfamiliar characters just caught Zhu Weirui's eyes, and before she had time to smile for this ingeniously continued pair, the expression on Huarong's face suddenly froze.
The corners of Zhu Weirui's mouth maintained a slight curvature and stopped turning up.
The noon sun passed through the casement and spread on the couplets in her hands, submerging those familiar but extremely strange fonts that revealed an alternative beauty, and dyed them a dazzling golden yellow.
The Confucian woman stood in front of the independent desk, lowered her head, stared at the thin paper in her hand, and remained motionless.
If it wasn't for the dust wandering in the light golden light beam, her flat and slightly undulating chest, and the black hair of the shawl that was put down just after returning to the yard, the breeze was blowing between her slightly parted lips...
If it were not for these, then the desk would seem to be a static picture.
I do not know how long it has been.
The woman in Confucian shirt who bowed her head like a marble statue in front of the table finally moved.
She still bowed her head, her gaze never leaving the paper, which she had never seen in her life, but exuded a strange beauty, which made her faintly peep into a new typeface with infinite possibilities.
The gate of the new world seems to be hidden in the last few words of this ordinary couplet.
It seems... within reach?
Zhu Weirui subconsciously licked her dry lips, the tip of her lilac uvula was slightly exposed like a bamboo shoot in spring, and it was pink and wet.
This action, which was very hurtful in the past and she would never do it, happened subconsciously. Zhu Weirui didn't realize it, because she was obsessed with words and only had these six eyes and hearts at this time. I don't know who they are. written word.
Zhu Weirui slowly crossed back to her desk, pursed her lips and swallowed, her slightly curved chest heaved rapidly, causing her chest tightness, and the jade skin somewhere was painful, but at this moment She didn't pay any attention to this.
Zhu Weirui stared blankly, and put the couplets carefully on the desk with a smile on the corner of her mouth. Like a naughty little girl who sneaked out to explore the secrets, she stuck out two onion fingers and gently rubbed the strange characters with her delicate fingertips One stroke at a time, the touch is a bit rough.
Zhu Weirui focused on copying the handwriting written by Zhao Rong that morning with Qianqianyu fingers.
After about half a quarter of an hour, after a good addiction, she took another breath.
Zhu Weirui tilted her head, her red lips curled up, and her eyes were full of unspeakable joy. She reached out without raising her head, and skillfully pulled out a snow-white awl from the sea of brushes, grabbed it in her hand, and turned to prepare to go. Take the treasured top-grade rice paper.
But the delicate body turned halfway, and suddenly stopped.
"Yeah~"
With a soft cry, she raised her hand and patted her smooth forehead, only then did she remember that she hadn't seen the owner of this strange font yet...
Zhu Weirui's eyes turned, "Jing Zi must know...Where is Jing Zi?"
She hurriedly rushed to the door, hurriedly opened the courtyard door, and went to find her personal book boy.
After walking a long distance, Zhu Weirui suddenly realized that she used to be dressed dignifiedly and solemnly in the academy, and now she still had her hair loose, not only did she not wear a headscarf when she went out, but she was also holding an awl in her hand.
Fortunately, so far, no passersby have been encountered...
Zhu Weirui's footsteps slowed down, and he hesitated to turn around.
Her crescent eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her sad and pretty look was another kind of style. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the awl that she brought out together, and she frowned.
The woman in the Confucian shirt tilted her head and pulled up the silk-like blue silk, twisted her white wrist, coiled it casually, and gently inserted a slender awl with a thin tube.
He squinted his eyes and raised his mouth, happily looking for that person and that word.
------
Zhao Rong followed cheap senior brother Li Jinshu into Lin Lu Academy.
Looking curiously along the way.
I saw the inside of the academy, which was so huge that I couldn't see the end at a glance.
And the layout is neat and the overall style is simple. Generally speaking, it follows the idea of "ritual and music complement each other" and the rigorous order of Confucianism.
The building of the Academy is centered on the lecture hall, and the buildings such as the Zhaifang, the study building, and the ancestral hall are lined up in sequence.
But occasionally you can see some ingenious buildings and decorations, such as kitchens and warehouses, and Xieshan pavilions.
Perhaps this also reflects that this academy is not as strict and oppressive as it appears on the surface, and it is also filled with some kind of vitality, allowing some freedom and poetry to inhabit here.
Zhao Rong looked at it seriously, while his thoughts were racing.
感谢“莫山山的眼镜”兄弟的1000币打赏!感谢“灭世01”兄弟的500币打赏!感谢“cool炎”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“鈡噫”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“吃瓜书痴”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“我头顶柠檬ya”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“梦化石坛”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“如山般的男人”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“炎阳水”兄弟的100币打赏!
(End of this chapter)
The southeast corner of Linlu Academy.
A quiet courtyard.
The door of the study room named "Yi Lan You Zi" was opened from the outside.
"Jingzi, Jingzi..."
A woman in a Confucian shirt looked around the room.
Empty.
Zhu Weirui, who had just returned from get out of class, whispered softly, "Why hasn't this girl come back yet?"
She grabbed the hem of the large Confucian shirt, stepped into the room, put the scroll in her hand on the desk, and prepared to turn around and go behind the screen to change clothes as usual.
But his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the other side of the study room, on the small desk specially prepared for her personal book boy, the books were messy, and the bookshelves were randomly placed.
"How many times have I said it, and I'm still so rough."
Zhu Weirui shook her head, walked gracefully to the small desk, rolled up her wide sleeves, and tidied up the messy desk.
A pair of plain white hands shuttled between the blue and black book covers on the red lacquer table like butterflies among flowers, making them appear even fairer, but if you look closely, you can find that these jade hands should only be stained with romantic things, and the middle finger of the right hand A conspicuous pale pink callus on the first joint mars the overall aesthetic.
The woman in Confucian shirt bowed her head in front of the desk and carefully arranged the table case. At a certain moment, she picked up a stack of poetry theory books, turned around and came to the bookshelf, raised her head and tiptoed to stuff the books into the upper shelf.
Suddenly, a piece of white paper slipped from the pages of a book on poetry, paused for a moment on her smooth forehead, and then fell to the ground again.
Zhu Weirui opened her eyes slightly, and raised her picturesque eyebrows slightly. She bent down to pick up the white piece of paper, and fixed her eyes.
next second.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slowly, and a few lines of small words on a white paper were reflected in her bright eyes.
Zhu Weirui stared at it for a moment, and subconsciously opened her slightly raised lips.
"Xun Xun Mi Mi, deserted, desolate... Qi Qi. Xun Xun Mi... deserted..."
Not long afterward, she reluctantly moved her gaze away from the line of writing, and looked left and right at Jing Zi's small desk.
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she looked for it purposefully.
Soon.
She reached out from under a certain heavy book, and pulled out a corner of the origami. She opened it gently, and found that it was indeed the couplet that Jing Zi took away in the morning and brought back at noon that day.
After spreading it out, Zhu Weirui looked down carefully.
This pair of couplets was originally written by her, so she is very familiar with it, but... at this time, someone has added six words to the couplets.
When the six unfamiliar characters just caught Zhu Weirui's eyes, and before she had time to smile for this ingeniously continued pair, the expression on Huarong's face suddenly froze.
The corners of Zhu Weirui's mouth maintained a slight curvature and stopped turning up.
The noon sun passed through the casement and spread on the couplets in her hands, submerging those familiar but extremely strange fonts that revealed an alternative beauty, and dyed them a dazzling golden yellow.
The Confucian woman stood in front of the independent desk, lowered her head, stared at the thin paper in her hand, and remained motionless.
If it wasn't for the dust wandering in the light golden light beam, her flat and slightly undulating chest, and the black hair of the shawl that was put down just after returning to the yard, the breeze was blowing between her slightly parted lips...
If it were not for these, then the desk would seem to be a static picture.
I do not know how long it has been.
The woman in Confucian shirt who bowed her head like a marble statue in front of the table finally moved.
She still bowed her head, her gaze never leaving the paper, which she had never seen in her life, but exuded a strange beauty, which made her faintly peep into a new typeface with infinite possibilities.
The gate of the new world seems to be hidden in the last few words of this ordinary couplet.
It seems... within reach?
Zhu Weirui subconsciously licked her dry lips, the tip of her lilac uvula was slightly exposed like a bamboo shoot in spring, and it was pink and wet.
This action, which was very hurtful in the past and she would never do it, happened subconsciously. Zhu Weirui didn't realize it, because she was obsessed with words and only had these six eyes and hearts at this time. I don't know who they are. written word.
Zhu Weirui slowly crossed back to her desk, pursed her lips and swallowed, her slightly curved chest heaved rapidly, causing her chest tightness, and the jade skin somewhere was painful, but at this moment She didn't pay any attention to this.
Zhu Weirui stared blankly, and put the couplets carefully on the desk with a smile on the corner of her mouth. Like a naughty little girl who sneaked out to explore the secrets, she stuck out two onion fingers and gently rubbed the strange characters with her delicate fingertips One stroke at a time, the touch is a bit rough.
Zhu Weirui focused on copying the handwriting written by Zhao Rong that morning with Qianqianyu fingers.
After about half a quarter of an hour, after a good addiction, she took another breath.
Zhu Weirui tilted her head, her red lips curled up, and her eyes were full of unspeakable joy. She reached out without raising her head, and skillfully pulled out a snow-white awl from the sea of brushes, grabbed it in her hand, and turned to prepare to go. Take the treasured top-grade rice paper.
But the delicate body turned halfway, and suddenly stopped.
"Yeah~"
With a soft cry, she raised her hand and patted her smooth forehead, only then did she remember that she hadn't seen the owner of this strange font yet...
Zhu Weirui's eyes turned, "Jing Zi must know...Where is Jing Zi?"
She hurriedly rushed to the door, hurriedly opened the courtyard door, and went to find her personal book boy.
After walking a long distance, Zhu Weirui suddenly realized that she used to be dressed dignifiedly and solemnly in the academy, and now she still had her hair loose, not only did she not wear a headscarf when she went out, but she was also holding an awl in her hand.
Fortunately, so far, no passersby have been encountered...
Zhu Weirui's footsteps slowed down, and he hesitated to turn around.
Her crescent eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her sad and pretty look was another kind of style. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the awl that she brought out together, and she frowned.
The woman in the Confucian shirt tilted her head and pulled up the silk-like blue silk, twisted her white wrist, coiled it casually, and gently inserted a slender awl with a thin tube.
He squinted his eyes and raised his mouth, happily looking for that person and that word.
------
Zhao Rong followed cheap senior brother Li Jinshu into Lin Lu Academy.
Looking curiously along the way.
I saw the inside of the academy, which was so huge that I couldn't see the end at a glance.
And the layout is neat and the overall style is simple. Generally speaking, it follows the idea of "ritual and music complement each other" and the rigorous order of Confucianism.
The building of the Academy is centered on the lecture hall, and the buildings such as the Zhaifang, the study building, and the ancestral hall are lined up in sequence.
But occasionally you can see some ingenious buildings and decorations, such as kitchens and warehouses, and Xieshan pavilions.
Perhaps this also reflects that this academy is not as strict and oppressive as it appears on the surface, and it is also filled with some kind of vitality, allowing some freedom and poetry to inhabit here.
Zhao Rong looked at it seriously, while his thoughts were racing.
感谢“莫山山的眼镜”兄弟的1000币打赏!感谢“灭世01”兄弟的500币打赏!感谢“cool炎”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“鈡噫”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“吃瓜书痴”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“我头顶柠檬ya”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“梦化石坛”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“如山般的男人”兄弟的100币打赏!感谢“炎阳水”兄弟的100币打赏!
(End of this chapter)
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