i have a sword fairy

Chapter 234 Teacher, are you tired?

Regarding the fact that her teacher and that strange man wrote a couplet together, Yu Huaijin had some guesses in her heart.

Similar practices are very common in some novels based on stories about talented scholars and beautiful ladies.

And not long ago, Han Wenfuqiao borrowed the fragmented sentence she mentioned casually and wrote a Luohuapin poem for her.

The specific meaning of such "elegant things" can be roughly understood even by people who do not read poetry and books.

Yu Huaijin looks at the fire like a cave.

That's right, Teacher, she... is also a woman after all.

Even a great Confucian monk who has read the books of sages and sages, so what, he still has seven emotions and six desires.

not to mention……

Yu Huaijin closed her eyes, moved her body quietly, walked around the table lightly, and came to the opposite of Zhu Weirui who was absent-mindedly writing.

There are seven inkstones on the table, more than half of them are empty. It must have been filled with ink before, but was used up by the teacher again.

She reached out for an empty inkstone, took clear water and began to grind the ink.

Yu Huaijin has a dignified posture, grinding with his left hand, his movements are heavy and moderate, and the speed is moderate, without any ink splashing.

She looked up at Zhu Weirui.

I saw this woman in Confucian shirt standing in the sun, bowing her head and writing quickly, raising her head slightly from time to time to glance at the framed couplets, which read, the corners of her lips gradually raised, showing a smile unconsciously.

Yu Huaijin pursed her lips lightly.

When she read this strange man's handwriting, she just felt dignified, majestic, and imposing, and she didn't see much detail.

In other words, in the eyes of many people, including Yu Huaijin, well-written characters look the same, and they can only say "good-looking", which is related to other subjective aesthetic feelings.

As for the ugly and bad writing, there is something to say...

However, looking at the teacher's appearance, there must be something deeper hidden in this man's handwriting, which fascinated her.

Yu Huaijin shook her head, and didn't think too much about it. After all, this should be something that great Confucians like the teacher studied. She is just an academy student at present, so it's useless to think about it.

However, Yu Huaijin still sighed slightly in his heart. According to the teacher's temperament, he likes to judge people by words, and remembers that he often said to her that "words are like people", so if you are obsessed with words, then...it is very likely to be the same with people .

Yu Huaijin once again thought of the couplets written by the two outside Yi Lanxuan's gate, and suddenly felt a little curious. This strange man... Well, it is likely to be the teacher in the future. Who is it? Is it the gentleman in the academy or the academy? A great Confucian scholar outside the country, or a certain gentleman?

As time passed, Chuyang, who was originally tilted, was gradually straightened.

The male students in the waiting booth near the gate also left regretfully.

In the orchid garden, on the desk, the black ink in the inkstone gradually decreased, and was filled up by a certain snow-white hand.

The table is covered with rice paper, stacked layer after layer.

at last.

At a certain moment, the Confucian woman in front of the desk suddenly stopped writing, stared at a certain word under the pen, blinked, and in an instant, smiled again, like an orchid in an empty valley, silent and brilliant.

next second.

Zhu Weirui bent her upper body, then straightened up suddenly, put the brush on the table with a smile, raised her crescent head lightly, and saw Yu Huaijin, her eyes lit up, but immediately, she said angrily, "When did Huaijin come? Why don't you call me? Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Yu Huaijin turned her head to look when Zhu Weirui stopped writing, but at this moment, she did not answer the teacher's words immediately, but... her eyes were attracted by a certain magnificent scenery.

Zhu Weirui straightened up a little bit violently just now, and now, somewhere is "shaking the ground", as if turning over, with aftershocks again and again.

If Zhao Rong was present at this moment, after a glance, he would definitely be very excited about poetry, put his hands behind his back and raise his head, reciting a sentence with an upright face, "The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger...". Down.

Zhu Weirui noticed the sight of the students, and a ray of rosyness flew across her cheeks. Last night when Lan Tang was taking a bath, she suddenly got up and got out of the bath. Before I went to tie my body, I came here to write with a firefly bag and a pen. In the blink of an eye, it was dawn, and the students were by my side.

Well, this Confucian shirt is already the largest in the closet, why is it still... so close to the body, but fortunately it is only for Huai Jin who is close to her.

"Cough cough," Zhu Weirui bit her lip, said shamelessly, raised her hand to cover her mouth and coughed lightly, and used her wide sleeves to block a place where earthquakes frequently occur.

After Yu Huaijin took a few glances, she looked away expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened, she respectfully saluted: "Teacher, Xuanji just came here not long ago. When I saw the teacher was absorbed, I didn't bother her. Nothing."

Zhu Weirui also wanted to return the gift, but it was broad daylight, and it happened to be a dangerous period after the earthquake, so we had to beware of aftershocks, and it was better to stay still.

She felt more and more annoyed, looked left and right where no one was around, and at the same time, stretched out her hand to lift it up through the air, "Why is Huai Jin still so polite... eh, that's all."

"What about Jingzi, it's strange, where did she go?"

Yu Huaijin shook her head, "I don't know the mystery, I saw her watering the flower garden just now, maybe she opened the door again, I remember that Jing Zi took a job of taking care of the side door of the academy, it's almost noon now. "

After Zhu Weirui heard this, she was quiet for a moment. She looked down at the framed couplet in the center of the desk, and spoke softly with a calm voice.

"I won't go now. This girl has a bad temper. For some reason, she hasn't learned the Jingya of orchids at all. From now on, I will take her with me and watch her. I won't let her run around in the academy anymore. She actually contradicted him last time... ..."

The woman in Confucian shirt paused, she frowned slightly, looked at the man's handwriting, and sighed slightly.

Yu Huaijin raised her hands and stood quietly aside, seeing this scene, she lowered her eyes and said nothing.

It's just that in her heart, she has some clarity. It seems that this possible "Master" is a gentleman in the academy...

Zhu Weirui shook her head, then turned to ask: "By the way, why did Huaijin come to see me today, and what's the matter?"

As she spoke, she cast her eyes on the food box that Yu Huaijin was carrying.

Yu Huaijin opened the food box, "I brought some delicious food for the teacher."

When the words fell, he took out the cucumber from the box and handed it over.

"Delicious?" Zhu Weirui was quite curious. After all, it was the delicious food in the student's mouth, but after taking a closer look, she let out a light snort, "So it's cucumber."

Zhu Weirui took it, took a few glances at Yu Huaijin, and smiled, "So Huaijin likes to eat this, but it's rare in the academy."

Yu Huaijin didn't explain. She looked at the teacher without blinking. After she tasted it, Yu Huaijin said again:

"It's nothing important. I just came to visit the teacher. By the way, I also have some questions about brushwork. I want to ask you. By the way, teacher, you have our whimsical class tomorrow morning. Don't forget."

"Yeah," Zhu Weirui was taken aback, put down the cucumber in her hand, and patted her smooth forehead with her jade hand, "Tomorrow! I almost forgot."

Her eyes sparkled suddenly, and she reached out to pick up the copy of the very satisfied words on the table, looked down, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she murmured, "That's just right, I can see the young master, and I can give him a gift. Take a look and ask for advice."

Yu Huaijin was slightly stunned, looking at the teacher in front of him who was a little different from usual.

The guess in my heart became more and more certain, it seems that I really want to be called "Master"...

She looked at Zhu Weirui. She was arranging the manuscript papers on the table briskly and with joy in her eyes. She picked out a few of them from time to time, stared down, and tapped her head lightly.

Yu Huaijin thought for a while and then reminded: "Teacher, don't forget that tomorrow morning we will have a calligraphy class."

Zhu Weirui raised her head, her eyes brightened and said, "Of course I won't forget."

Yu Huaijin nodded, teacher, just don't forget their class just because you happen to have an appointment to meet that person.

Zhu Weirui put away the carefully selected words, and she said in a soft voice:

"Huaijin, let's go into the room to talk, as a teacher... by the way, change clothes, and continue writing when I come back later, so I can write until tomorrow, so I can go directly to your class."

Afterwards, the two turned around together and walked towards the house.

Zhu Weirui walked in front and couldn't see her face, but a soft voice suddenly came softly:

"Huaijin, Jingzi is not here, help me, help me... untie."

Yu Huaijin glanced at the beautiful figure of the teacher. She had done many such private things before, so she agreed:
"Okay, teacher."

Soon.

In a room that looks more like a study than a boudoir.

Behind a screen covered with ink characters, there are two women hidden.

Behind the screen, the scenery is uniquely beautiful at the moment.

Yu Huaijin's face was like a flat lake, and his eyes calmly looked at the waterfall-like blue silk and the towering snow-capped mountains not far away.

She took the white cloth in her hand and gently rolled it for the teacher.

It's just that no matter how gentle the action is on this beautiful thing, it will be restraint and oppression after all.

Whether it is the dazzling "snow scene" in front of you, or other beautiful things.

At a certain moment, Yu Huaijin suddenly said: "Teacher, are you tired?"

Zhu Weirui was taken aback for a moment, and her cheeks quickly turned red.

She only said that the students were embarrassing her.

This elegant woman who was wrapped in a white cloth opened her jade lips lightly, but in an instant, she suddenly stopped and swallowed her angry words.

She looked at the face of the old-fashioned woman in front of her, and then glanced sideways at Yu Huaijin's little hands, which were even whiter than Bai Bu.

"Not tired," Zhu Weirui stared at the student whose fate seemed to have been doomed for a long time, and said seriously: "As long as you think it's worth it, then you won't be tired at all."

"It's worth it...it's worth it..."

Yu Huaijin looked at Zhu Weirui in a daze.

The teacher doesn't feel tired, is it because the future "teacher" will like it?

What about her.

"Tired……"

Yu Huaijin whispered.

----

It was a rare sunny day, dry and warm.

Zhao Rong led Concubine Zhao Ling, left Nanxuan Academy, and walked northward. Zhao Rong was going to a lakeside, where he liked to stroll and read in the morning.

Today, because of the holiday, there are many pedestrians coming and going on the roads, corridors and corridors in the academy, including scholars from the academy and students from the Mochi Academy.

However, Zhao Rong didn't meet any acquaintances. After all, he just came here not long ago, and he knew few people. One of his best friends is still studying hard in Dongli Xiaozhu.

Concubine Zhao Ling stayed in front of the vanity mirror for a long time before leaving Qinglianxuan in the early morning in order to see Brother Rong'er, and rummaged through the closet again and again.

At this moment, she is wearing new make-up, her figure is like a butterfly, her waist is slender, and she has a pair of soft and round slender jade legs, so wearing a slim soft silver lily skirt, she looks tall and outstanding, graceful and graceful.

On the way, Concubine Zhao Ling lightly carried the food box with one hand, took Zhao Rong's arm with the other, clasped his five fingers, and walked in this Confucian academy that "see no evil", but still attracted the eyes of many Confucian scholars in the academy.

Zhao Rong felt that he had become the focus of the passers-by on the road, but he had done this kind of behavior of feeding others dog food many times in the Fourth Mansion of Taiqing. guilt.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Qingjun, the two looked at each other and smiled.

After a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling found an elegant pavilion with no one on the lakeside, and sat in pairs on the side facing the water.

"Phew, I finally escaped. This Yu Huaijin is really hard to deal with. Qingjun, it's fortunate that you came to me today, otherwise I would be held down by her for a whole day and shut up in the yard to draw orthographic characters."

Zhao Rong smiled and took the food box from Concubine Zhao Ling, "Oh, I'm starving to death, Qingjun, this glutinous rice porridge is really delicious, hey, did you put sugar? Or does the lady understand me and know that I like to eat soft rice porridge?" and sweet."

He picked up the steaming bowl of glutinous rice with lotus seeds, closed his eyes and sniffed.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling, who had been docile and quiet all the way, suddenly turned her head and smiled: "Husband, didn't you just say that you should teach the concubine the truth?"

Zhao Rong, who lowered his head and was about to take a sip of porridge, froze.

(End of this chapter)