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Chapter 528 Miss Zhu: "What about him!?"

Ink Pond Academy, on the corridor next to the Ink Pool.

Meng Zhengjun walked in front.

Gu Yiwu led the students of Zhengyi Hall to "downcast" and followed behind.

A group of people had just left and returned to the academy, and now they are going to the auditorium of the academy to register for relevant matters, ending this trip down the mountain.

The Mochi Academy, which was originally leisurely and peaceful, was suddenly ignited by the return of their group.

In the schools and pavilions next to the promenade, the students who were memorizing or taking a break came out to watch.

"Hey~"

Returning to the front of the students, a burly Confucian student who was following behind Meng Zhengjun was sighing at this moment, with his head bent and waist bent, with a sad face.

Behind him, a group of Justice Hall students quietly took a look at their senior's acting skills, and couldn't help but sigh.

It's still the boss's acting. When he comes back, he will show his weakness to the enemy first, pretending to fail the exam, and then put on a good show, and slap those guys in the six halls who are used to gossip.

Thinking of this, the students of Zhengyi Hall secretly gave their senior a thumbs up, and they still play with the boss. Well, listening to what he said just now, this seems to be Mr. Zhao Xiao’s suggestion when chatting a few days ago...

On the promenade surrounded by everyone in Mochi.

"Hey." A burly student shook his head and sighed with a slumped face.

"Hey~" The students of Zhengyi Hall walked weakly, beat their chests and stomped their feet, looked up to the sky and sighed...

He almost had the words 'failed' written all over his face.

A certain serious female gentleman who was walking in the front couldn't bear it anymore, paused slightly, turned her head, and silently glanced at Gu Yiwu and other students who returned as if they were going to mourn.

Seeing this, the latter blinked at her, but restrained themselves a little.

Meng Zhengjun shook his head lightly, feeling that these little guys had been with a certain young Confucian scholar for a long time, and they really looked more and more like him.

As for whether it is red if it is close to vermilion, or black if it is close to ink...

Thinking of the guy who volunteered to stay in Dali to finish, this old-fashioned and serious lady pursed her lips, looked away from the funny Gu Yiwu and others, and said nothing.

"Hey, Brother Gu is returning in triumph?"

Just as the returning group passed the entrance of the monastery hall, Han Wenfu, the senior of the monastery hall, walked out of the crowd.

After saluting to Meng Zhengjun, he looked at the expressions of Gu Yiwu and the others, and asked a question calmly.

You Han Wenfu, which eye can see that this appearance is a triumphant return?

Gu Yiwu complained in his heart, but his face was full of vicissitudes and sighs: "Brother Han, don't be kidding, what is the triumphant return, Ziyu and I figured it out, the exam failed... I have been busy in Dali for so long. ..."

He waved his hand, and then changed the subject: "By the way, how did Brother Han and the students in the Guitang do in the exam? This time at the Confucian Temple? It should be a perfect curtain call. It seems that Brother Han has already won the first place in this competition." It's in the bag."

Han Wenfu wanted to smile and nod, but of course he just thought about it. With Mr. Meng here, even if he did well in the exam, he had to be humble in front of these teachers.

Controlling his humble expression, he shook his head.

"Brother Gu, don't make jokes about being a brother. This big exam...hey, it seems that Huaijin and Huaijintang will come out on top again."

When Han Wen returned to his words, he first looked around at the students who were watching the excitement, and then comforted Gu Yiwu in a soft voice:
"Brother Gu, don't be too sad, it's just a big exam."

What are you thinking, old fox, I don't know?In Tzuyu's words, they are all thousand-year-old foxes, singing about Liaozhai.

Facing Han Wenfu's concern, Gu Yiwu smiled and nodded, but curled his lips in his heart.

He glanced at the senior of the monastery hall with a gentle smile, and always felt that he was not pleasing to the eye. He was obviously a man with a gentle smile and a gentle smile like Ziyu, but Gu Yiwu just felt that Ziyu was more real and approachable, and the Korean text in front of him Fu is a bit deep in the city, smiling like a fox.

Han Wenfu also responded with a smile. He glanced at Gu Yiwu, not knowing what he was thinking, and turned his head to look at the group of students behind Meng Zhengjun.

Han Wenfu quickly scanned the crowd twice, as if he was looking for a certain figure among them.

He turned around and opened his mouth to ask someone, but at this moment, someone had already spoken first.

"Hello, Mr. Meng."

Not far away, a certain old-fashioned girl saluted respectfully, and a crisp voice came.

Meng Zhengjun, who had been advancing indifferently with his hands in hand, finally stopped and turned his head. When he saw the girl, a smile finally appeared on his calm mouth, and he nodded.

"Huaijin."

Han Wenfu's eyes lit up slightly, he swallowed back the question on his lips, and greeted him with a warm and decent smile.

Yu Huaijin hurried over with the students from the Willful School, she nodded politely at Han Wenfu, and instead of looking at him, she walked past him and came to Meng Zhengjun.

Yu Huaijin glanced behind Mr. Meng, then bowed again, and said directly to her: "Mr. Meng, is there someone missing, where is Brother Zhao Rong from our school?"

The old-fashioned girl asked questions instead of Korean.

However, the latter's smile was restrained at this time, and he looked sideways at Yu Huaijin's expression, as if he wanted to see something.

Yu Huaijin stared at Mr. Meng intently.

"Oh, brother Huaijin asked Ziyu."

Gu Yiwu scratched his head, and said instead of Meng Zhengjun: "After Dali's ceremony of enshrining Chan was over, he said that there were still some things to stay and finish, so he asked us to come back with Mr. Meng first. Ziyu should... be able to return tomorrow. "

Meng Zhengjun and the students of Zhengyi Hall nodded.

The former raised his hand and looked at Yu Huaijin's expression.

"Hey, Huaijin treats every student in the school with the utmost care, which really makes me and other seniors feel ashamed."

Han Wenfu took a step forward at this time, suddenly smiled, and turned his head to laugh at the students from the monastery hall who followed him to the left and right.

"It's really a blessing to meet Huai Jin from the brothers in the Zhixing Hall. It's no wonder that the grades of the Zhixing Hall have always been ahead of our school. I heard that most of the students in the Zhixing Hall are vying to give Huai Jin a sigh of relief... I hope this new brother Zhao can also appreciate Huaijin's painstaking efforts, and after this big exam, don't let him down again."

Many students responded in agreement.

However, Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall were a little upset when they heard Han Wenfu's seemingly well-intentioned words.

You gossiping around in a big circle, isn't it just eye drops for Yu Huaijin...

But when they thought that the results of the etiquette exam would be announced in the next few days, they temporarily held back and chuckled.

After hearing Gu Yiwu's explanation, Yu Huaijin frowned slightly, but ignored Han Wenfu's embellishment.

"Are you coming back tomorrow... Just now, looking at your expressions from a distance, I thought... some accident happened."

She said something softly, relaxed her brows, and nodded slightly.

In fact, Yu Huaijin was not only asking because of her status as the senior of the candid hall, she was also asking on behalf of a woman in Confucianism.

The old-fashioned girl turned her head and glanced out of the corner of her eye.

really.

A certain Confucian figure in a shirt was pacing at the end of the crowd, holding a stack of papers in both hands. The figure hesitated just now, but at this moment, she had stopped her steps to move forward.

"Don't worry, Brother Yu, Ziyu is fine, we've been in Dali Kezi...cough cough is safe."

Gu Yiwu didn't realize that there were so many twists and turns on the field, so he just said with a silly smile:

"We are going down the mountain on behalf of the academy. Dali is right under the nose of the academy. Even those great immortals in Duyou City didn't dare to send anyone to intervene when they learned that our academy helped Dali. Who would dare to mess with us? A student of Feng Chan? Besides, with Mr. Meng here, it is natural that the arrangement is well arranged, and she walks forward, and the lingering prestige is still there, who dares to move Ziyu's hair with audacity?"

The burly student patted his chest and swore, and even cleverly flattered Meng Zhengjun.

Meng Zhengjun glanced at him, didn't answer any more, and talked about these careless things, she nodded slightly at Yu Huaijin who was looking, and then suddenly turned her head in a certain direction.

"Well, what is the strong wind that brought our elegant and precious Miss Zhu to the academy? It's rare to see her. Miss is not locked in the yard to write leisurely and cultivate her sentiment?"

She spoke plainly to a woman in Confucian shirt who was about to turn around and leave behind the crowd.

Miss Zhu.

A strange title.

Except for Yu Huaijin, all the students looked at each other in blank dismay.

However, the two academy female teachers have had a long history of grievances and entanglements, and everyone is confused.

Zhu Yourong stopped, turned around, and didn't go to see Meng Zhengjun right away.

She rolled up the stack of paper manuscripts in her hand, put her hands behind her back, and then smiled gently at the curious eyes cast in all directions.

"Mr. Zhu."

All the students saluted one after another.

Zhu Yourong took out a jade hand from behind and waved it.

Then she faced Meng Zhengjun, smiled slightly, and then...suddenly bent down and saluted.

The woman in Confucian shirt, who was relaxed again, turned around suddenly, with a pair of jade hands behind her back, and walked away with lotus steps.

Meng Zhengjun was slightly taken aback, somewhat unexpected for Zhu Yourong's reaction.

She was actually ready to accept the sharp irony of this 'Miss Zhu' just now.

The old-fashioned woman subconsciously looked a few more times at the light back of the woman in Confucian shirt who was going away.

Is this a change of temper?Or give in?Or...in a good mood?
Yu Huaijin, who could roughly guess the ins and outs of her teacher's mood, lowered her eyes and said nothing, but still sighed lightly.

Meng Zhengjun shook his head, took Gu Yiwu and other students from Zhengyi Hall, and prepared to continue to leave along the corridor.

Yu Huaijin and Han Wenfu also turned around one after another, and returned to the school with their students who were watching the fun.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

In the other direction, the beautiful figure of Zhu Yourong, dressed in Confucian shirt and men's clothes with her hands behind her back, walked further and further away.

Many students watched from behind. She was holding the scroll of paper and shaking her wrist, wearing a blue scarf with black hair, and hanging down two blue ribbons of different lengths, flowing in the wind.

The woman in Confucian shirt walks leisurely.

Right at this moment.

A gust of autumn wind blows from south to north.

It shook the autumn trees all over the forest, and the corners of the elegant skirts of the women in Confucian shirts were blown...

Zhu Yourong's back suddenly stopped.

A head of jet-black hair fell like a cascade of 'unruly'—the blue ribbon tied to the hair broke off at some point.

The blue ribbon drifted away with the icy autumn wind.

"Meng! Zheng! Jun!"

A rare woman's angry shout resounded through the Mochi Academy, and with the academy as the center, it spread rapidly towards the entire huge academy...

All the wild geese in the sky were frightened and dispersed, and took a detour.

Students like Meng Zhengjun and Gu Yiwu who were about to leave immediately stopped.

Yu Huaijin, Han Wenfu and other Mochi students who were about to leave looked back in shock.

The old-fashioned female gentleman whose name was shouted angrily frowned and looked back.

In the distance, a certain woman in a Confucian shirt with a stiff body looked down at the palm of her right hand in a daze, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

She suddenly turned her head, her willow eyes wide open, and she questioned the old-fashioned woman who led the team back from a distance of a thousand meters: "What about him?!"

Meng Zhengjun was puzzled for a moment, "Zhu Yourong, what is he?"

The woman in the Confucian shirt was facing the south direction, as if she was on the verge of falling, she raised her head slightly, and said something silently towards the far south...

the next moment.

The woman in the Confucian shirt stood still.

The waterfall-like hair that fell in front of people was also fixed.

The woman is like a character in an ink painting, frozen silently.

Even the cold autumn wind that suddenly blows can't blow a single hair of her...

Yu Huaijin wanted to speak.

Meng Zhengjun frowned, "Zhu Yourong, you..."

However, at this moment, these people in the distance are in the field of vision.

The woman in Confucian shirt who was staring at the south spread out her trembling fingers, and suddenly grasped it, so, from her body that was fixed in place like a statue... came out another woman in Confucian shirt.

In the distance, two Zhu Yourongs appeared.

This scene in the eyes of everyone is like the legendary soul coming out of the body.

The second woman in Confucian shirt stepped out of the original body's position like a phantom. Her appearance is almost exactly the same as the original body. The only thing that attracts people's attention is her pair of snow-white eyes.

The eyes were pure white without a trace of darkness, as if they were completely occupied by the white of the eyes.

Without saying a word, Zhu Yourong with snowy eyes took a step forward, and a teleported figure appeared in the air.

With her phoenix eyes glaring angrily, she uncontrollably exuded a terrifying Nascent Soul power, shocking the entire Mochi Academy.

Meng Zhengjun frowned, and stepped forward to remind: "Zhu Weirui..."

"roll."

The second 'Zhu Yourong' in the air swung its snow-white long sleeves fiercely.

For Confucian monks, a "thousand-mile blissful wind" "walked" out of the sleeves.

Wind blows.

In the entire Mochi Academy, all autumn leaves are hanging in the air.

Bookcases and bookshelves, desks with stone benches, students' hands... every book of Confucian saints and sages is silently translated...

Today in Lin Lu, a female gentleman rides the wind and goes south.

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PS: Run is over, good night brothers. . .

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