i have a sword fairy

Yang Wuwei smiled.

"On the seventh floor of the library, I'll wait for Brother Zhao, just give me my name, and you can go upstairs as much as you like."

Zhao Rong nodded with a calm expression.

This is the second reading seed to patronize the willful hall today, bowed his hands to all the students in the hall, waved his sleeves and left.

After he left, the willful hall still maintained the silence just now.

Pairs of eyes looked at Zhao Rong on the podium.

The hall was silent for three breaths.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the sun outside, sighed lightly, and turned around to meet the strange sights from the audience.

He looked a little helpless.

"Let's go to class quickly. We've been tossed about for half an hour, and we're almost running out of time... Well, I don't know him either. It's the first time we meet, so don't ask me."

Zhao Rong shook his head, continued to reach out, and collected the homework of the word 'Yong' that everyone handed in.

Just doing what he was doing, he muttered in his mouth:

"The seventh floor? It's a bit difficult to climb... Trouble."

The young scholar frowned.

Straightforward students: "..."

This book art class with "a lot of things to do" will be resumed soon.

It's just different from the slack attitude of most of the students in the morning. At this time, the students are sitting on the small benches, most of them have a correct attitude, they just put their hands behind their backs and only stared at Mr. Zhao.

Wu Peiliang looked even more cute, and I don't know if he was secretly afraid in his heart.

Many students even looked up at the figure walking around on the podium, their faces were a little embarrassed.

Mr. Zhao is right, Xiu Muri, he is really busy.

Moreover, according to the meaning, he seems to have a lady who may come to check the post at any time...

On the corridor of the Mochi Academy.

Sima Duyi was walking hand in hand.

When I saw Yang Wuwei just now, I was looking for Zhao Ronghou.

He stared at Zhao Rong coldly, then turned and left.

I didn't wait outside the willful classroom to finish class.

He is also very busy, especially after he just came back from South Xiaoyaozhou, and there are still a lot of things that his husband told him to deal with.

Although Wu Peiliang's bragging words when he took advantage of him before made Sima Duyi frown secretly.

But there are some words that are not wrong at all.

His time is indeed precious and cannot be delayed.

Moreover, Wu Peiliang's words are not even considered bragging, but 'belittling'.

The only thing Sima has to be busy with is of course not something like 'talking with the academy gentlemen for every meal and tea', which is so boring.

Because there is no such skill.

Many of the important affairs of the academy were left on Sima's only deputy mountain chief, Mr. Sima.

Thinking of the busy schedule every day, there are countless things, and the current bad situation of the senior management of Linlu Academy.

Sima Duyi pursed his lips.

This kind of 'bad' is not the bad intention of high-level intrigue, but... There is no intrigue at all.

Those mountain chiefs, deputy mountain chiefs, and old masters didn't want to take care of anything, and concentrated on being hands-off shopkeepers.

Flipping books, teaching lessons, fishing fishing.

Well, there is another one who went to the Mochi Academy to make a high-hanging sacrificial wine, which is called, to cultivate a large number of students for the academy and cultivate the talents of the next generation.

What do you say, the responsibility of educating people is great, you must concentrate on it and work hard, so don't bother the old man anymore...

There were also some teachers, Sima Duyi didn't know where they went, and wondered if there were any such individuals, since he hadn't seen anyone since he entered the academy.

However, such a large Confucian academy, a place of quintessence of culture on a continent, must maintain its daily operation.

Therefore, the affairs in the academy every day, I don't know how many, they have to be arranged.

The important matters outside the academy are thorny and troublesome, and need to be resolved and dealt with.

So I had no choice but to... catch the strong man.

Unfortunately, Sima's only husband is one of these unlucky guys, and even his disciple also 'suffered'.

Well, in the words of Shanzhang and other older generations, this is to add a burden to the shoulders of young people in the academy, and it is a glorious tradition of Linlu Academy.

So unless there are some big things.

Now those who are in charge of the academy are almost all young and middle-aged.

The head of the mountain even directly gave Sima's only husband, a high position of deputy head of the mountain, and patted him on the shoulder and asked him not to disappoint the ardent expectations of Time and Time and his predecessors.

On the long corridor, Sima alone shook his head.

These are some unreliable seniors.

And he also heard his husband say with a bitter face that letting go of his hands and doing nothing seems to be the traditional skill of every generation of Linlu Academy's management.

The current mountain chief, Old Master Zhu, was passive like this, and the smarter ones ran away earlier.

Moreover, Sima Duyi has recently discovered that his husband is showing signs of abandoning the shopkeeper, and everything is left on him and his juniors...

In danger?

Sima Duyi raised his eyelids, turned his head to look at the ink pond, which was as quiet as a mirror, and the lone fishing boat in the distance, and remained silent.

The husband said that he is reserved, and asked him to watch everything, people and things with a cold eye, nourish his energy and heart, just like he was in the candid hall just now.

It's very clear what this Mr. Deputy Mountain Chief is thinking, and Sima is the only one who knows.

It's just that he doesn't want to raise...

The man with cold eyes stopped and looked at the direction of the wild geese flying south.

It is said that these ordinary swan geese can send letters to the distant southern Xiaoyaozhou.

However, for those who look south, love is hard to write.

"The only brother is very interested."

With a smile on his face, Yang Wuwei walked from behind Sima Duyi and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

This elegant young man gently closed his eyes, looking at the sky, and the wild geese were returning to the south.

"A busy person on weekdays, why do you want to come to Mochi Academy to enjoy the scenery today?"

Sima Du's voice was calm, "Brother Wuwei seems to be quite free, so he came here too."

He turned his head and stared at Yang Wuwei's side face, "How about I go talk to the teacher and find something for you to do?"

Yang Wuwei opened his narrowed eyes, smiled and shook his head.

"Where am I free? I am studying history on the seventh floor, and I am almost to death. If I don't happen to see something interesting, come and meet an interesting junior."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Sima Duo.

"Brother Duyi will not have a feud with Junior Brother Ziyu, right?"

Sima Duyi glanced at Yan Yang Wuwei's face, which looked like a smile but not a smile.

The man with cold eyes shook his head slightly, turned around and left.

Yang Wuwei stood there looking at his back for a while, smiled, and started to walk, but suddenly stopped.

In the field of vision, Sima Duyi in front of him didn't know when he got up, and he was still in place, looking at a certain direction outside the corridor, motionless.

Yang Wuwei lowered the arc of his mouth and followed his line of sight.

Not far away, there was a person dressed in purple who broke into the Mochi Academy and walked towards them on the long corridor.

Take a closer look.

It was a woman in purple.

She is said to be slender and light in stature.

A pair of narrow and long eyes, the eyes are cold and cold, which is impressive.

And under the left eye, I don't know whether it is a light touch of the ink brush, or it is natural, there is a plain tear mole, which is very touching.

While these two are reading seeds, or gazing, or appreciating.

The deserted woman in purple has come close to the two of them.

She also seemed to notice their gazes, but she ignored them and walked straight past.

After taking a few light steps forward, the deserted woman seemed to look left and right at the huge Mochi Academy, then she turned around suddenly and came back to the front of Yang Wuwei and Sima Duyi.

The deserted woman stood tall and graceful, her eyes swept over the two of them.

Crisp voice, polite tone.

"Excuse me, does anyone know how to get to the Zhixing Hall?"

Sima looked at her alone and didn't speak.

Yang Wuwei glanced at his silent companion, stepped forward with a smile, and suddenly asked, "Are you also looking for Zhao Ziyu?"

Hearing his name, two faint dimples appeared on the cold woman's pink cheeks.

In an instant, he restrained his cold temperament, and his laughter lit up the wind around him.

"You know my husband?"

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled suddenly, her autumn eyes were bright and bright.

2 Chapter Ninety Sister-in-law?wouldn't it be better

Calligraphy classes in the candid classroom continued.

According to the previously planned plan, Zhao Rong changed to a different teaching method.

Let the willful students stay in the school to practice calligraphy, and he will be the tutor in the classroom.

Zhao Rong found out before that few people seemed to carefully read and correct the homework correction comments he had written so hard.

Then I have to put it under the nose and supervise it.

at this time.

The whimsical hall was extremely quiet, with no human voice.

There are only the sound of grinding ink and the sound of a brush rubbing rough rice paper one after another.

All the students are at their desks.

Zhao Rong walked back and forth between the seats with his hands behind his back.

He looked around.

The morning sun fell from the skylight at the top of the school, shining on Zhao Rong who passed by from time to time.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly stopped at a desk and stood behind the student who was at the desk.

The student was slender. At this moment, as the sound of Zhao Rong's footsteps suddenly disappeared behind her, her shoulders shook slightly, and her wrist slanted.

The pitch-black ink stained the pure white rice paper, which has a strange beauty, but it also ruined the writing.

Seeing Li Xueyou looking like a frightened fawn, Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Why are you so nervous?I won't eat you again.

Facing the painted words.

Li Xueyou shrank her shoulders, holding the writing brush in her small hand, she also shrank into her arms, and then packed it up in a hurry.

Seeing the dimpled little girl in front of him getting busier and messier, Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, walked to her desk, and helped her tidy up.