i have a sword fairy

Li Xueyou grabbed the brush, lowered her eyebrows, glanced at him, and whispered as if she had made a mistake: "Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Rong didn't turn his head to look at her, but raised his head to the students who were watching curiously around him and said softly, "It's all right, keep writing."

The school returned to its quiet state just now.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and continued to help Li Xueyou clean up the table, "See if it gets on you."

Li Xueyou glanced at his focused profile.

Then he put down the brush and lowered his head to check.

The little girl with dimples lowered her voice, "No, thank you, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It's my fault, I didn't expect you to react so strongly, but Miss Li, why are you so shy, you are already a familiar classmate."

Li Xueyou bowed her head shyly, but immediately raised her head again, summoned up her courage and said:

"It's not because you all like to come from behind. In class, the teacher stops behind and doesn't leave. We students will be very nervous, okay?"

Zhao Rong stopped his movements, squinted, and looked at her with a slightly strange look in his eyes, but seeing the serious and innocent look on the little girl's face, he secretly said a few words of guilt.

It turned out that something was wrong with me...

Zhao Rong nodded solemnly, "That's right, Miss Li is so young, she didn't expect to have such a wealth of experience, she is really beautiful and intelligent."

After being praised by him, Li Xueyou blushed, and her lips parted lightly: "There's nothing to praise about that."

Zhao Rong smiled, helped her clean up the table, clapped her hands, and was about to leave.

Li Xueyou suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, yes, I'm sorry."

Zhao Rong was curious, "What are you sorry for?"

Li Xueyou looked up at him.

"I'm apologizing for Brother Duyi. His temperament is like this. He's a little cold. If he's cold, don't get close to strangers. It's rude to barge in in the morning, but he does it because he cares about me. Mr. Zhao, in fact, Duyi Brother is very good."

Zhao Rong patiently listened to this shy little girl, thought for a while, and nodded.

He smiled casually, "It's okay, I can understand, if I see someone I like, I might be bullied, I might go too far than him..."

When Zhao Rong was talking non-stop, Li Xueyou's expression froze after he uttered a certain sentence.

She opened her eyes wide and hurriedly interrupted: "Wait, Mr. Zhao, why is someone you like being bullied?"

Zhao Rong paused.

Li Xueyou didn't wait for him to answer, and rushed to speak again, with a somewhat dumbfounding tone.

"Brother Duyi doesn't like me, um, I do the same, I just treat him as a brother. Brother Duyi...he likes my sister!"

"Huh?" Zhao Rong blinked.

Li Xueyou raised her head.

The two stared at each other.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then nodded slowly, "I see."

He coughed lightly, "So, you are my sister-in-law?"

"Yeah." Li Xueyou lifted her chin, her tone was unprecedentedly proud.

"If you want to marry my sister, you have to pass my test. My words are more effective than my father's. My sister doesn't listen to him, she only listens to me."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, took a breath, and suddenly said:

"I see, you are my sister-in-law... wouldn't it be better!"

Li Xueyou: "???"

At the table, the little girl with dimples was dumbfounded.

Zhao Rong frowned, "I mean, with Miss Li's talent and appearance, you can find another student who is a student to be your husband. In this way, the two students who study are by your side, and you can walk sideways in the academy in the future. Uh, what do you think? Where did it go?"

"..."

Li Xueyou slowed down, quickly looked away, and looked elsewhere...

After a while, just after Zhao Rong left with a smile.

The little girl with dimples lowered her head and whispered.

"I... I'm just a mortal, where can I find such a good Mr. Ruyi."

It's just that no one heard it.

……

When she was not talking, the woman in purple with her temperament like early spring and cold March, and her frown and smile like a beautiful April day in the world, left.

She went to find her husband.

This purple-clothed woman who makes people forget the vulgarity, muttering in her mouth, with shadows in her eyes, and her caring husband is Zhao Ziyu.

On the lakeside promenade at this moment.

Yang Wuwei and Sima stood alone on both sides of the long corridor, looking back at the back of the cold woman in purple who had left.

She went in the direction they had just come from.

Sima Duyi was speechless.

Yang Wuwei smiled at the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and showed appreciation.

"There are beauties in the north, who are peerless and independent. A smile can captivate a city, and then a smile can captivate a country."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sighed and shook his head.

"Junior Brother Ziyu is really lucky. My wife is such a beautiful woman. I am overwhelmed, I am overwhelmed... Oh, if I were Junior Brother Ziyu, how would I be willing to do those tiring jobs in the East Pavilion on the seventh floor of the study building? They are all old-fashioned, even if You Lan Mansion begs me to go..."

"It's just a pity, no."

Yang Wuwei was talking to himself, and when he finished speaking, he smiled and shook the romantic scarf behind his head.

Sima Duyi didn't seem to hear what this elegant young man said.

Immersed in his own world, staring at the dazzling purple clothes, he was silent.

Yang Wuwei wasn't annoyed either, his face was as usual, and he was still talking to himself.

"However, Miss Zhao, it seems that there may be some small problems in her practice. Well, I have heard about it before, and it is true. It is the right number, but I don't know whether it is Xinhu or Dantian. The former seems to be more troublesome... Hey, It happens to come in handy.”

Suddenly, his eyes brightened slightly, as if he had thought of some way to deal with it, the smile on his face became wider, and he glanced in the direction of the willful hall where Zhao Rong was.

The elegant young man's expression seemed to have made up his mind.

Sima Duyi ignored his companion, but slowly lowered his head, and took out a purple Confucian classic from his sleeve.

The young man with cold eyes turned a few pages and stopped suddenly.

He looked at the new verses on this page and smiled slightly.

Who said that love is hard to write, but it has not yet reached the depths.

He also has 'books' to send her.

At this time, on the waterside promenade.

A refined young man talking to himself like a chatterbox.

A silent young man with cold eyes turning the pages of a book quietly.

Two reading seeds of Lin Lu Academy with different painting styles, standing together, the strange combination, but it seems to be a strange match, there is no contradiction...

Chapter 291 Zhao Ziyu, there is a girl looking for you

On the corridor of the Mochi Academy.

"Brother Duyi, don't stare at her back. If I guess correctly, she is Concubine Zhao Ling, the embryo of the sword fairy, and the Tianjiao of the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion. Don't you know her? That's right, this Junior Sister Zhao of the Taiqing Mansion is really low-key. The only brother is a busy man again."

"By the way, the junior brother named Ji Ganyi in Taiqing Taiyi Mansion is very high-profile recently. Brother Duyi must know him. He has been in the limelight recently. Well, he is indeed very powerful. Whether it is talent or background, a soon-to-be golden elixir The Tianjiao who graduated from the Taiqing Mansion are all his maids."

"Outsiders who don't know about it think that this plan is the No. 1 of the Taiqing Sifu, the younger generation, but..."

'Talking tuberculosis' Yang Wuwei smiled and said slowly to Sima Duyi who forgot to leave:

"However, this junior was also trampled under by Concubine Zhao Ling. It seems that he just caught up with him recently."

With one hand behind his back, he shook his head slightly.

"Well, it's also the beauty in purple, the embryo of the sword fairy, the fairy on the mountain, the proud girl of the human race, what other titles, it should be written like this in the newspapers of the mansion on the mountain... Forget it. What does Brother Duyi think of this junior sister Zhao? Compared with the one in your poem."

Sima Duyi still didn't answer, and the previous smile had faded in an instant.

He put away the purple Confucian classics, looked at Yang Wuwei with raised eyelids, turned and left.

Before leaving, he also looked at Guiyan in the sky.

Yang Wuwei watched Sima leave alone.

There was still a little smile on his lips.

The waterside promenade by the water suddenly became quiet, leaving only one person.

This elegant and talkative young Confucian scholar was quiet for a while.

He suddenly turned his head to look north, his eyes were slightly closed, and in the light between his eyes, an ancient city built by someone was reflected.

"Duyou...Duyou...Du...you? Heh, don't worry, if you can find it, if I can find it, there must be traces of you in those history books. Tianya Jiange, Youlan Mansion... Weiwei Mountain , Xinranzong... Weiran..."

Yang Wuwei muttered to himself.

At a certain moment, it seemed to remember something.

Smile slightly.

"Zhao Ziyu, who is straightforward, official history and unofficial history... Interesting. What a coincidence, he is still in the same hall with her...Yu Xuanji? Good name..."

He really has a lot to say, a lot of truth to say.

To some, to some.

However, no hurry.

……

Concubine Zhao Ling thanked Yang Wuwei who was guiding the way, and walked lightly towards the school in the distance.

Every time she got closer to that person, her steps became lighter.

Regarding the two young Confucian scholars with strange styles of painting just now, the only thing that caught Concubine Zhao Ling's attention was the aura of the two.

Absolutely above the grandeur.

As for the identities of Rong'er's two senior brothers, she had some vague guesses.

Regarding the friendly tone of the elegant young man when he talked about Zhao Rong just now, this tearful woman who has always been indifferent to her own status, fame and wealth can't help but feel a little proud on her pretty face.

She is proud of her husband.

Although Brother Rong is only a Mochi student who has just entered the academy, he knows all young talents such as academy scholars and reading seeds.

And when he was in Taiqing Mansion before, that Mr. Yan seemed to have a good eye for Brother Rong Er.

Concubine Zhao Ling's Qiushui eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her lips curled into a beautiful curve.

Although her sweetheart is not the unrivaled hero described in the book, he is also an upright and dignified scholar.

It's all the best in her heart.

It was the early Chunyang in her eyes, dazzling but not dazzling, just right.

But Concubine Zhao Ling felt that when she was hugged by him, it almost warmed her up.

Then I just felt that my whole person became a little strange... But it doesn't matter, because only Brother Rong saw it... Hmm... How dare he laugh?

On the ten-mile long corridor built along the lake in the Mochi Academy, a cold woman with hurried steps smiled sweetly.

After a while, she lowered her head slightly.

Although this "childhood bamboo horse and now hair" husband, occasionally when getting along in private, he will not be serious, thinking about and doing some "bad" things to bully her.

But Concubine Zhao Ling thinks that Brother Rong'er is really good when he is good.

He will hold her in his hands, afraid of melting and melting.