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Also hid this scene in the wind.

It's not that she hasn't had good food.

Yu Huaijin has tasted dragon liver and chicken feet, rare treasures, and they are delicious, but she neither likes nor dislikes them.

But right now, with this common fruit and vegetable in her hand, for some reason, from the moment she took the first bite, she fell in love with the refreshing taste for no reason.

Yes, for no reason.

Yu Huaijin ate cucumber with squinted eyes while looking up at the distant scenery.

Her feet dangling in the air swayed unconsciously.

It seemed to be pushed by the autumn wind.

This secluded terrace is facing the direction of the North Sea, looking out, between the blue line of the sea and the sky and her, there are countless buildings in Duyou City one after another.

A piece of black.

Just like the black bricks and tiles on the roof of the most solemn sacrificial building in the center of Linlu Academy.

Yu Huaijin opened her mouth and took another mouthful of cucumber, puffed up her cheeks without any scruples, she tilted her head slightly, and glanced at the highest mountain in Duyou City.

I saw that today's Youshan is dressed in bright green clothes, which is incompatible with the orange-yellow and desolate autumn scenery.

Yu Huaijin raised her head slightly and swallowed lightly. She raised her eyes to look at the Wangque Tower on Youshan, her cheeks fell together.

Before, Yu Huaijin heard a rumor about this tower from the students in the academy.

She finds it very boring, whether it is the person who fabricated the rumor, or the person who believed and spread the rumor.

Time passed little by little.

The cucumber in the woman's hand is also getting shorter and shorter, even though she has been eating it very slowly.

But it's always over, like this short break.

There were still some in the food box, but Yu Huaijin didn't take any more.

When you can climb the mountain, you can have this moment of rest and tranquility.

She felt enough was enough.

Suddenly, I don't know why.

The thin face of a certain man popped up in Yu Huaijin's mind again, and he said a lot of words that she didn't understand, but... what does the "cold cucumber" he said taste like?

……

There is a quiet courtyard in the southeast corner of Linlu Academy, hidden among the lush green forests.

Outside the courtyard is a area of ​​powder constant.

At this time, there was an old-fashioned woman, carrying a food box, walking steadily along the pale pink courtyard wall, and walked outside the courtyard gate.

In front of the door.

Yu Huaijin raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but suddenly she paused, frowned, and glanced at the couplet on the door.

"Fu Wushuang has come so far, but misfortunes never come singly, what happened last night?"

Yu Huaijin raised her eyebrows and thought softly, feeling that the couplet was a bit weird, so she looked at it carefully for a while.

Soon.

Gradually she saw some ways.

The first four characters of the first couplet and the second couplet of this pair of couplets have a graceful and elegant font, with a touch of ethereal beauty, like an orchid, independent of the world, quiet and elegant.

This is the regular script of the teacher Yu Huaijin is familiar with.

And the last three words of the upper and lower couplets are particular.

It was a style of writing she had never seen before,

At first glance, the grass is not grass, and the script is not regular, it seems that it is not three or four.

But Yu Huaijin has been studying with the teacher, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he still has some pure aesthetic appreciation ability.

Her gaze was slightly focused, but the style of this book was not indifferent, but seemed to be a school of its own, a school that had never been seen before.

This doesn't look like the teacher's handwriting, it shouldn't be a new calligraphy style developed by the teacher, and these words look free and easy, it should be a man's pen style.

But, why does this couplet have the handwriting of the teacher and another man at the same time?

Why did the teacher post this couplet outside the door?

Yu Huaijin stared at it for a while, but didn't see much else.

After all, although she has a very close relationship with Mr. Zhu, Yu Huaijin's calligraphy is not very good. Apart from her doubts about whether this art can be proved, Yu Huaijin initially followed Mr. Zhu What I studied was Confucianism, Confucianism and Taoism, but later the teacher...

Yu Huaijin shook her head slightly, and directly raised her hand to knock on the door.

dong dong dong-

"Come on." A childish voice came out.

The courtyard door creaked and was opened from the inside.

Inside the door, a small girl in blue clothes was revealed.

The girl was wearing a book children's outfit, her hair was all tied up in a hat, and her face was round and round.

"Sister Yu." The girl's tone was pleasantly surprised.

Yu Huaijin felt that the fragrance of orchids was fragrant, and when he looked around, he saw exotic flowers and plants all over the yard.

She withdrew her gaze, stared at Jingzi, bowed and saluted, and said softly, "Is sir there?"

Chapter 232 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." Jing Zi nodded. In her impression, Sister Yu's personal maid, Sister Bifang, was really greedy. Every time she saw her, she always carried snacks with her and ate non-stop.

"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.