After Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong left.

The men in Houketing all became restless. They watched Zhao Rong gradually fade away and enter the flowerbed with his back hesitant expression and wanted to keep up.

Han Wenfu's eyes were even red, and he held his sleeves hard, his fingerless hair white.

"Uh, Brother Han, are you okay?"

Gu Jiwu looked at Han Wenfu a few times, and said in a tone of "concern".

Han Wenfu ignored him.

No, you must recover it! Never let Huai Jin eat this vermillion fruit too!

The next second, he did not dare to hesitate anymore, leaned forward and walked out of the pavilion.

Han Wenfu suddenly felt very panicked, feeling like he was going to be put on something strange that was difficult to take off, and it seemed that he had put it on himself... This made him even more panicked.

It was a pair of strange ink-heart vermilion fruits. After Yu Huaijin silently declined, Han Wenfu was about to do it. After all, the pair of fruits could not be preserved for long. Later, the guy named Zhao Ziyu asked for a try. After thinking about it, he gave it, but it was hard to refuse, but he also thought about whether to turn around and give another one to eat something interesting, just watch it as a fun... As a result! After Huaijin took the cucumber, he actually came back to take the remaining vermilion fruit!

Korean is about to cry but not cry, and his pace is even more rapid.

Seeing this, the other four seniors in the pavilion looked at each other for a few times and hurriedly followed.

At this moment, a short figure suddenly popped out from the flowers beside the road, blocking the leading Han Wenfu.

Jingzi looked back at the direction where Zhao Rong had just left with fear, and patted Zhu Yourong's breasts, which were very fabric-free, fortunately it flashed quickly before...

The girl in blue breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and saw Han Wenfu, Gu Jiwu and others walking towards him.

Her eyes glared.

We need to rebel.

Everyone suddenly stopped.

Han Wenfu saw this aunt suddenly appear again and complained. He looked at the direction of the flowerbed with a hurried look between his eyebrows, "Miss Jingzi, there is something urgent to do..."

"Go back and wait at the Houketing Pavilion, don't run around." Jingzi stretched out her face.

"But... it's not right... that Zhao Ziyu, look..." Han Wenfu said anxiously.

"What Zhao, what Yu? Why didn't I see this girl? If I didn't see it, I just didn't see it. You guys hurry up and go back."

Jingzi waved her little hand.

"Miss Jingzi."

Jingzi put her hands on her hips, "Hmm?"

“…………”

Soon, the "rebellion" was suppressed by a girl in blue, and everyone returned to the pavilion in disappointment.

Jingzi helped her and then slid off her book cap and looked around the men in the pavilion, with fierce eyes, like a little wild cat facing a guy who invaded the territory, with some warning signs. Then, she turned her back and looked outside the pavilion with her hands behind her back.

However, as soon as she turned her head, her little face collapsed.

Jingzi remembered what his husband had just told her, his eyes were a little crystal clear and his lips were squinting.

When Yu Huaijin walked into the orchid bed with a stern face, Zhu Youliang, who had written the words "花" all night, just stopped writing.

In the flowerbed.

On a small and elegant table table, a pot of orchid tea mixed with morning dew and orchids was being cooked. In addition to a few tea cups, there was also a word "典" written by someone casually.

In front of a bush of orchids next to the small desk, a graceful and slender woman in Confucian shirt was bent down and carrying a ladle to water it. Her side face was full of concentration.

"Sir, morning."

Yu Huaijin saluted.

Zhu Yourong slowly put down the guy in his hand, turned around in a blink of an eye, and glanced at the disciple's expressionless expression.

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She smiled and said, "Well, my Xuanji is actually angry."

Yu Huaijin lowered her eyes, "No, sir is joking."

Zhu Yourong smiled and turned around. Even if this disciple is stern all day long, there is a difference between being angry and not being angry. Especially in the eyes of someone familiar with her, it is very rare to be angry but it is a bit rare.

Zhu Yourong poured the remaining morning dew in the wooden scoop on another delicate jade hand, cleaned it, and took out a sea blue silk scarf and wiped the five green onion fingers. After a while of peace, he suddenly laughed and said, "Is it Mr. Zhao?"

Yu Huaijin didn't say anything, and looked at the cucumber on his hand.

After Zhu Yourong cleaned her hands, she walked back to the table and knelt down, with her waist and shoulders straight and her posture elegantly. She reached out to signal the empty seats across the table, "Xianji, please sit."

Yu Huaijin bowed, sat down, and said nothing.

Zhu Yourong lifted the teapot and shook it gently. Then, she turned her head and looked at her disciple who was staring at her.

"Xuanji wants to say, how did my teacher know, right?"

Yu Huaijin withdrew her gaze, pursed her lips, and put the cucumber in her hand and the little Zhuguo who was embarrassed to refuse to take it on the table.

Her eyes tilted to the lower right, and she looked at the framed word "典" on the mahogany table, without words.

Seeing this, the woman in the Confucian shirt couldn't help laughing, "I just think that no one in the academy can make you angry except Mr. Zhao, who is out of character and randomness, and your horoscope, is not as good as your horoscope. Her face is full of unhappiness in the early morning."

She carried the pot to pour a cup of orchid tea full of morning smell for this close disciple, bathed in the morning dew in the dawn light, orchid petals washed by autumn frost, tea cups of morning chill on the wall, and a gentleman sitting under the early morning sun to taste tea.

The two women, a pair of masters and apprentices, sat opposite each other, followed the tea ceremony etiquette, and served a cup of tea.

Yu Huaijin picked up the teacup, stared at Lanban floating on the tea noodles, then turned her head and looked at the word "right" written by the man that made her sigh, and was silent for a moment.

"He is not like a gentleman at all, not at all. I... don't like him."

She said.

Zhu Yourong raised the teacup and stopped slightly, then continued again, without going to see the disciple, "Oh, then Ignore Mr. Zhao in the future and talk to him less."

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Yu Huaijin looked up and stared at the respectful gentleman intently. She was also the preacher who led her into the Confucian Sect. Her lips and teeth opened, "Where is the gentleman?"

"Me?" Zhu Yourong took a sip of the tea, "I think Mr. Zhao is pretty good..."

She put down the teacup and didn't know what she thought of. She smiled suddenly, looked up and faced the eyes of the old-fashioned disciples opposite, and said with a smile: "I think, I think Mr. Zhao is very interesting. People are as interesting as words. I... like them all."

Yu Huaijin was slightly stunned, then remained silent.

Their likes just now all mean the same thing, and the two have a tacit understanding, not the kind of love between men and women.

But even so...

Yu Huaijin nodded: "Okay, sir is sir, and students are students."

Zhu Yourong smiled.

However, Yu Huaijin paused and emphasized again: "But, the gentleman must be a gentleman, and the students must be a student."

Zhu Yourong was silent.

The two sentences have different meanings.

The old-fashioned woman said seriously: "Zhao Ziyu and I are both students of Mr. Zhao."

At the table, I fell silent for a moment, and only the curling tea smoke remained the same.

After about three breaths, the woman in the Confucian shirt lowered her head and looked down, and gently tapped her head, "Of course."

Yu Huaijin held the teacup tightly and his hands were slightly loose.

Then, the meal continued to quiet, and no one spoke for a while. They each raised their cups of tea and whipped their heads to enjoy orchids.

The two are so familiar with each other.

Familiar with nothing to say.
Chapter completed!