Zhu Yourong made her way back to Yilan Pavilion.

As she passed by the flowerbeds, the rare orchids by the roadside, which often drew her to a halt in the past, failed to catch her eye this time.

"Teacher, you're back! Uh, I'm all ready too, when shall we leave? We agreed that once the big exams at the academy were over, we'd go to the city to eat something nice. Hehe, the pastries at Jixiang Zhai, here I come~"

Jing Zi, rare in a light blue dress, ran out from the study to greet her, circling around the female teacher without lifting her eyelids.

Her demeanor was full of eager anticipation.

Jing Zi grabbed Zhu Yourong's hand and was about to dash outside, "Come on, Teacher, I already wrote to 'Little Little Little Fox Demon'. We'll pick her up when we pass through Taiching Prefecture. Tonight, let's first go see the lanterns in West City, and then browse the fireworks night market..."

Zhu Yourong bent slightly, pressing on her small head, "I'm a bit tired today, and I haven't finished grading the calligraphy exams for the Six Halls' students. Perhaps another day."

Her tone was gentle.

Jing Zi immediately panicked, "Teacher, didn't you grade them during the late self-study?"

Zhu Yourong tapped her forehead with her fingertip, "Forgot."

Jing Zi hugged her teacher's arm, sniffling and tearing up, "Teacher, you can't do this to me, sob sob! It's just once a month, and I have to come back to tell my girlfriends all about it. Where is my face supposed to go..."

Zhu Yourong patted her little topknot and promised, "Next time, for sure."

Jing Zi: TAT

Zhu Yourong returned to the study, closed the door, and leaned quietly against it for a while. She walked to the desk and glanced at the potted plant on the windowsill.

The study was located in the deepest part of the garden. Outside the window, the trees were lush, yet she still placed a potted plant on the windowsill.

The female teacher thought that the shape of this small flowerpot was very similar to the shadow of a certain someone peeking into the flower garden on that day.

Dazed and silly.

Zhu Yourong came back to her senses in front of the desk.

This time, the topic she set for the calligraphy exam was 'window'.

She did it casually.

Zhu Yourong waved her sleeve and took out the exams from ten examination rooms, placing them on the desk one by one.

But she lay motionless on the chair.

Too lazy to move, feeling uninterested in grading the papers.

Outside the window, the autumn breeze gently blew, and the moon was bright and sparse. Inside, the desk was piled with documents, and she sat there daydreaming with her chin resting on her arm, like a beautiful jade carving.

She quietly fell into dreams.

"At the very least, he should come first at the academy once..."

"At the very least, he should advance to the Vast Realm before eighteen..."

"At the very least, he should become a Reading Seed..."

She mumbled softly, nodding off.

It was a dream person meeting a dream person.

"At the very least, he should become my little junior brother..."

...

It was the morning.

Zhu Yourong was awakened by the sunlight.

The tip of her nose was warm and slightly itchy.

She brushed away the hair falling on her nose, stretched her slender hand lazily, and gave a big stretch.

In the quiet, unoccupied study room, beautiful arcs suddenly appeared.

With her chin resting on her hand, she closed her eyes slightly.

She looked out the bright window for a while again.

The morning sun filtered through the layers of green leaves on the branches, falling on her slender arm exposed from her sleeve, dazzling and fair.

Warmed for a while.

Zhu Yourong turned her head, starting with the exams from ten examination rooms.

She didn't begin from the start, but singled out one from the ten.

She remembered it should be from the Ren Character Examination Room.

She opened the exam.

For some avoidance reasons.

The exam papers distributed to each grading teacher were labeled only by exam number, not with specific names.

However, unless she had the attendant student transcribe a duplicate, this wouldn't trouble Zhu Yourong, who recognized handwriting like seeing a person.

After all, calligraphy tested handwriting, and having the attendant student transcribe was clearly absurd.

Zhu Yourong maintained a calm expression and went through over thirty exams from the Ren Character Examination Room.

This time, the calligraphy exam was quite difficult.

It wasn't because she was in a bad mood those days.

"More difficult is better, it's best if they all struggle to write, only you..." She recalled the muttering by the students in Shuaixing Hall, hesitated, and murmured, "Found it."

She picked a sheet out from the thick stack, recognized the familiar handwriting, and glanced at the exam number carelessly.

Then, without looking, she took out the red pen, marking a bright score at the top.

A bright score appeared:

Ten.

Besides the two major Art Studies, the full score for the five minor ones was ten.

She put down the pen, picked up the perfect score sheet, and began casually reviewing it.

If it were his handwriting, a perfect score was a given in her place.

As for what he wrote, it didn't really matter, just mentioning "window" was enough, not difficult at all.

However, the next moment.

Zhu Yourong's movements as she read became paused.

Her eyes seemed to be firmly captured by something, unable to be diverted.

In front of the desk, the female teacher maintained her head down for a long time.

Inside, only the rustling of dancing leaves outside the window could be heard.

She slowly lifted her head, staring at the window; after a moment, she came back to her senses.

With the mischievous paper in hand, she walked to the window, looked at his handwriting, then at the lush greenery outside.

"Idiot, I asked for your 'window', you wrote about mine..."

At that moment, a breeze blew in, causing the green leaves to all tremble.

Wind entered the window, lifting a corner of the paper in the teacher's hand, revealing a lively splash of ink:

At Linlu Academy's East Fence Small House, there are trees for the wind, courtyards for the moon; here, I read, faced with a green sight, enjoying the verdant view as I pen this beneath the secluded window, characters glowing fresh and verdant.

Leaning close to the window, gazing at the lush landscape, became transfixed.

I heard from Xuanji that his dwelling at East Fence Small House faced fields of cucumbers and other vegetables outside the study window, with no 'wind through the forest' or 'green views to enjoy'...

This renowned orchid lady of the Academy, cradling Zhao Rong's writing to her heart, murmured softly: "...There, I read and wrote, meeting the emerald green at every turn as I opened the secluded window for study, all lettering was a fresh lush green..."

Reading and writing within the Book Pavilion, greeted by emerald, pushing open the serene window, and opening the written script, all prints glowed verdant fresh green...

Leaning on the window, she clasped her chest, dazed.

That day, when he wandered into the flower garden and peeked through this window, seeing her scribbling while not dressed fully, it must have been such a poetic and refined moment... not what she misunderstood as his wandering eyes.

He hadn't forgotten yet, still cherishing the joyous mutual writing at the window.

Remembering the 'verdant enjoyment through the window'.

In public, usually grace personified, this teacher's face was for the first time, blushing.

"So... what's this guy writing this stuff to me for."

Her cheeks tinged slightly pink.

After a while.

Zhu Yourong withheld her slight smile and returned to the desk, calmly collecting ungraded papers, carefully straightening her attire, and stepped out decisively.

Today, she decided against reviewing papers in the study and instead intended to join the other teachers in Jingchen Hall.

Suddenly, she felt that Meng Zhengjun's idea made sense; sometimes socializing and improving colleague relationships is truly necessary.

"How isn't he smart? He was just unprepared this time, spent his all on Great Li affairs and caring for those sisters, didn't perform well, which is understandable... It's okay, improvements can follow gradually. By the way, who else manages Shuaixing Hall's art studies? Should get acquainted, so I can ask them to look after Ziyu later..."

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PS: I had surgery the day before, a private thing, the anesthesia ached terribly, and sleep was restless, waking a few times midway, had some painkillers... Sorry, buddies, for the delayed update, sob sob.

PS: I had surgery the day before, a private thing, the anesthesia ached terribly, and sleep was restless, waking a few times midway, had some painkillers... Sorry, buddies, for the delayed update, sob sob.

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