i have a sword fairy

Chapter 233 Who's Words?

Jing Zi was not surprised to see Yu Huaijin being so "polite".

She hurriedly bent down to return the salute, and when she got up, she reached out to help the bookboy hat that had slipped off her forehead.

"The teacher is here, but she is writing in the flower garden."

Yu Huaijin nodded slightly, ready to put down her things and take her leave first.

Long, long ago, when she first became a first-class Confucian scholar, she became her "Mr. Private School".

The two have been together for a long time, and Yu Huaijin knows that once the teacher gets up and goes to the flower garden to write, he will definitely become obsessed with calligraphy again. , No longer entertaining guests.

However, for a close person like her, if there is something urgent, it is not too much of a hindrance to get close.

It's just that according to Yu Huaijin's temperament of respecting his teacher, how could he do this for no reason.

This time she came to find Mr. Zhu because she wanted to ask some calligraphy questions and brushwork skills.

For this new and unfamiliar art, the six schools of Mochi Academy, the results of the last mid-month exam were almost so-so, and the gap could not be widened. Not even a single student was outstanding.

Therefore, the study of calligraphy is likely to become the key to victory in the next mid-month exam. It is not certain whether the schools ranked behind the willful hall will use this to surpass, especially the monastery hall, which is already a little bit different, so , Yu Huaijin felt that he must not relax.

There is only one teacher and one calligrapher in the Mochi Academy. To teach six classes, it is inevitable that he will be too busy. And the teacher has no teaching assistants to help, so he cannot take care of all the students.

Yu Huaijin practiced calligraphy as soon as she had free time in private recently. This time, she also came here for the sake of calligraphy. She wanted to improve it a little bit so that she could learn it better and teach the other students in the willful hall in private.

After all, even though Yu Huaijin is consciously not good at calligraphy, she is still a top student in the school, and she can be regarded as the taller one among the short ones.

However, since the husband is practicing calligraphy in the flower garden again today, it is better not to disturb her.

However, Yu Huaijin pursed her lips, thinking that the timing was quite coincidental. She remembered that the teacher seemed to have encountered a certain "big mountain" in calligraphy for a long time, and she rarely practiced calligraphy like today.

At this moment, Jing Zi glanced at Yu Huaijin, her expression hesitated to speak.

Just as Yu Huaijin was about to turn around, she paused suddenly, looked at the face of the girl in blue, thought for a while and asked, "Jingzi, what's the matter?"

Jingzi put her hands behind her back, looked down at her toes, and said hesitantly:

"Sir...Sir, these days, I am obsessed with practicing calligraphy, even forgetting to eat and sleep. It has been, it has been a long, long time since I took a break. I remind her of class every day, so she remembers it."

She paused, glanced at Sister Yu, saw that the old-fashioned woman in front of her was listening attentively, and said again:

"Mr. put all his heart into calligraphy, and today is the same. Last night, he stopped to take a sip of water, then picked up... picked up the copybook to observe, saw the early morning, and picked up the firefly pouch early, took the paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and went to the flower garden. Writing. Although the master has a high level of cultivation, but if this continues... Sister Yu, why don't you go and persuade the husband to let her rest, the husband still listens to you very much."

When Yu Huaijin heard this, she closed her eyes and fell silent for a while, then turned her head suddenly, and glanced at the strange couplets on the open courtyard door.

Seeing this, Jingzi bit her lip and looked down at her feet without saying a word.

Yu Huaijin, who was originally sideways, turned back and nodded lightly, "I'll go see the teacher."

After saying that, he took the food box and walked to Yi Lanxuan first.

"Okay." The girl in blue was overjoyed, and jumped up and down to follow her.

Jing Zi walked into the door. She looked at Yu Huaijin's back, then turned her head to look outside the door. Seeing that the door was empty, she closed the door, turned her head and said curiously:

"By the way, Sister Yu, where is Sister Bifang, she didn't come this time?"

Yu Huaijin, who was walking down the stairs, lowered his eyes slightly, kept walking, and said softly, "Glutton, go outside to buy snacks."

"Oh," Jingzi nodded. In her impression, Sister Yu's personal maid, Sister Bifang, was indeed greedy for food. Every time she saw her, she always carried snacks with her, and she couldn't stop eating.

"Big sister Bifang is so thin, why doesn't she get fat no matter how much she eats? Well, she's the same as me..." The girl in blue muttered, finally looked down at her toes, and sighed.

At this moment, Yu Huaijin walked down the steps and entered the yard, and suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw something.

She turned her head to look, and saw not far from the courtyard gate, in the small pavilion used to receive guests, there were several men's figures.

Jing Zi behind her noticed Yu Huaijin's expression, she glanced at the men who were eagerly waiting in the waiting booth, and said casually:

"Oh, they are the seniors of the other classes in the academy. You should know Sister Yu. They came to ask the master to teach calligraphy, but I told them that the husband is not free for a short time, and they will come back later. They didn't listen. We have to wait here until Mr. finishes writing..."

The girl in blue glanced at Yu Huaijin, her eyes lit up, "By the way, Han Wenfu, that toad who wants to eat swan meat, is also here, Sister Yu, you are here, then I will help you drive him away. "

After finishing speaking, Jing Zi shook her head, excitedly preparing to go to the waiting booth to chase people away.

"Jingzi, come back," Yu Huaijin frowned, and stopped the naughty Lanhua Jingmei, "Brother Han, like me, is a student taught by the teacher, and he came here to ask questions, how can he drive someone away for no reason?" ? Also, in the future, you are not allowed to give others nicknames indiscriminately."

"Oh." Jing Zi said suddenly.

At this moment, the few people in the pavilion seemed to have noticed Yu Huaijin who had just entered Yi Lanxuan.

One of the handsome-looking men in Chinese clothes quickly left the pavilion and came face to face.

"Brother Huaijin, what a coincidence, you are here too."

It was Han Wenfu who came, with a gentle smile and a pleasant tone of voice.

"Brother Han, Brother Chen, Brother Wei..." With a calm expression, Yu Huaijin saluted him and the other seniors behind him.

"Brother Yu." Everyone returned the salute.

Han Wenfu smiled and said, "Brother Huaijin, it seems that you also asked Mr. Zhu for calligraphy lessons."

As he spoke, he secretly carefully looked at the expression of the woman in front of him whom he had been thinking about day and night.

Yu Huaijin looked calm, glanced at him, nodded, did not answer, but just left with arms folded: "Sorry, brothers, Xuanji still has something to do, let's go first."

At the end of the sentence, she turned around and walked towards the flowerbed in the distance where she could vaguely see the graceful figure of a certain woman.

Han Wenfu and the surrounding school seniors looked at each other, and looked at each other for a few times, and they were used to it, and they didn't feel embarrassed.

Han Wenfu maintained a warm smile and watched Yu Huaijin go away.

I saw her thin and short figure walking farther and farther, and finally entered the flower garden where they had been watching all morning.

He squinted slightly.

In the flower garden, various kinds of orchids are clustered around a long and narrow desk, and beside the desk is a quiet orchid-like woman in Confucian shirt, who is bending over and bowing her head, holding a pen by her sleeve, splashing ink and writing quickly.

Most of the students in the Mochi Academy knew something about Yu Huaijin's relationship with Mr. Lanhua, who was respected and admired by countless Confucian academy students.

Yu Huaijin is not from Wangquezhou, but was taken to Linlu Academy by Mr. Zhu a few months ago. She didn't even leave the back door that Mr. Academy could open, and directly participated in the entrance examination of the academy, and finally won the well-deserved No. 1 score to enter the Mochi Academy.

Han Wenfu watched from a distance, Yu Huaijin and Mr. Zhu, the female mentor and apprentice, were not dissatisfied with the figure of the orchid bushes. After all, in his opinion, the entire Linlu Academy was nothing but Shenlong. Outside of the long mountain at the end of the mountain, there should be no man who can enter this beautiful garden where Mr. Zhu specializes in writing.

Even those reading seeds will not work.

Because, this woman in a Confucian shirt is a first-class scholar of Confucianism.

Even though she has been half-raised and half-abandoned by Zhongzhou Confucian Temple because of her willful pursuit of this ancient and dark art of calligraphy, her identity and cultivation level are still there. In Confucianism with strict etiquette and law, no Confucian scholar in the academy dares to go beyond half a step .

Han Wenfu hurriedly controlled his eyes, turned his eyes away, and stopped looking at the picturesque Rulan woman, because some things are impossible, and only gentlemen of the same generation should be worthy of her, right?
Han Wenfu thought about it secretly, and then stared at Yu Huaijin wholeheartedly.

A few days ago, she failed to send Luo Huapin's poems, not only was she sent back in public, but the friendship that had been sublimated before had also regressed, and turned into what it is now, like an ordinary classmate with a relationship as light as water.

However, Han Wenfu deliberately did not go to Yu Huaijin to "ask for advice" in the past few days, because he was afraid that things would be reversed. Now that it has cooled down for a few days, the previous aftermath should have receded, and now he has to look for another opportunity.

He squinted across the garden.

Yu Huaijin was indeed difficult to get close to, but Han Wenfu had known her for so many days, and after some failures and setbacks, he gradually figured out some methods that seemed to be effective.

Although Yu Huaijin feels dull, serious and old-fashioned, she strictly abides by the etiquette, does things calmly and calmly, and treats everyone equally on weekdays-this is what Han Wenfu finds it difficult to overcome-but she should be extremely proud in her heart of.

In this woman's heart, she should not have the idea of ​​looking down on everyone, but she still unconsciously looks down on everyone due to her talent, ability and family.

So she treats everyone else equally, even mortals without cultivation and monks who have already climbed the mountain, in Yu Huaijin's eyes, it is the same, because, looking down from the top of the mountain, the people on the ground and half There is no difference between the people on the mountainside, they are all at the foot.

For some reason, the smile on Han Wenfu's face gradually disappeared, but immediately, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked.

It is precisely because of Yu Huaijin's character that if someone can defeat Yu Huaijin and make her fail in a certain place, preferably a place that she cares about, then it is possible to gain the true respect of this old-fashioned woman.

Moreover, because of her earnest and studious character, she might turn the other way and come to him for advice.

Han Wenfu let out a bad breath from his chest. The mid-month exam in half a month is his chance.

Han Wenfu is aware of his own strength—he has always been self-aware—and Han Wenfu sometimes uses it as a strength.

It would be very difficult for him to beat Yu Huaijin in the seven arts in a short period of time, even if it was the same calligraphy that Mr. Zhu was dissatisfied with.

After all, Yu Huaijin is close to Mr. Zhu, so he can get the moon first, but Han Wenfu finds it difficult to surpass her.

However, if he can lead the monastery hall, defeat the willful hall led by Yu Huaijin in the mid-month exam, defeat her pride, and win the first place in the autumn of this quarter of the school year.

Then, according to Yu Huaijin's temperament, [-]% will take the initiative to ask him for advice, and he will no longer be one of those people who "treat everyone equally" in her eyes. The relationship will definitely go further. This is the breakthrough...

"Hey, Han Ha... Han Wenfu, have you seen enough! Keep staring at Sister Yu and my husband!"

An impatient cooing sound came.

Han Wenfu suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head to look, and found Mr. Zhu's close female bookboy staring at him with brows erect.

This is a vengeful and narrow-minded master, his eyelids twitched.

And several familiar school seniors around him also looked at him strangely.

Han Wenfu clenched his fist and covered his mouth, coughed twice, and bowed his head in silence.

……

Yu Huaijin dragged various orchids by the corner of his clothes, and carrying a food box, slowly walked into the flower garden.

In the field of vision, Mr. Zhu is wearing a simple Confucian shirt and his long hair is tied up casually. He is bowing his head and grabbing his sleeve with one hand, revealing a round and slender lotus root arm. wearing something.

Did not look back at her.

But Yu Huaijin was used to it and didn't care.

She walked lightly to the table, and stood still a few steps away so as not to disturb the woman in Confucian shirt.

However, not long after Yu Huaijin arrived, her gaze was attracted by the neatly framed couplets placed in the center of the desk.

Yu Huaijin swept his eyes and found that the handwriting on the couplet was not the teacher's, but it was quite familiar at first glance, as if he had seen it somewhere.

She took a closer look and lifted her eyelids slightly. On the couplet written by the teacher and the strange man at the door, the man's handwriting is somewhat similar to the handwriting on this couplet, but the style is different. The current one Vice is her quite proficient regular script, but with a little knowledge of this stroke, it can be seen that it still has the majestic Qiwei momentum.

Yu Huaijin turned her head slightly, and couldn't help but glance at the teacher with a serious expression.

Her eyes were a little strange.

　Tell me I'm stupid, don't run away!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)