i have a sword fairy

"I'm with Qingjun Zhuma Qingmei, and the marriage contract is also arranged by my mother alone."

In the school, there were bursts of noises.

Surprise and doubt arose everywhere.

Most of the students looked puzzled, this is pushing their own son into the fire, why is this so.

Li Xueyou bit her lip and looked at Zhao Rong with sympathy.

Yu Huaijin still looked at Zhao Rong with the same calm expression, but at a certain moment, she looked away and glanced at her crystal-like jade hand holding the pen.

Jia Tengying stared blankly at this roommate who faced everything calmly and squarely.

Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong, couldn't help smiling, and muttered something.

At this time, Meng Zhengjun frowned suddenly.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong smiled casually, "Da Xing doesn't care about meticulousness. For a seven-foot man, getting married is just a trivial matter, so it's nothing to worry about."

He turned his head and looked directly into Meng Zhengjun's eyes.

Seeing his sincere and free-spirited tone, the people in the hall couldn't help but take a few more glances at the 'Mr. Zhao' who taught them calligraphy.

It seems that in his heart, this "husband-in-law" status, which will probably become a stain on the reputation of Confucian scholars, really doesn't take it too seriously.

Wu Peiliang couldn't help curling his lips, how could he really not care?

There are three kinds of immortality that Confucian scholars dream of.

Lide, Liyan, meritorious service.

It's all for the sake of reputation, and it will last forever, but it turned out that you, Zhao Ziyu, were lucky and married directly.

You really don't care?

Anyway, Wu Peiliang didn't believe it.

And even if you, Zhao Ziyu, don't care about the taint of your son-in-law, many people care about the reputation of Mochi Academy and Linlu Academy.

Meng Xuezheng right now is one of them.

Faced with many different gazes, Zhao Rong's face remained normal, and he did not open his mouth to explain.

Meng Zhengjun looked at Zhao Rong with a straight face for a while, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

She raised her hand suddenly and took out another book from her sleeve.

Meng Zhengjun casually took a writing brush of Yu Huaijin, glanced at Zhao Rong, then lowered his head, and wrote something on the book.

Zhao Rong glanced down. Although he couldn't see the contents of the book in her hand, he was familiar with the strokes.

Zhao Rong soon discovered that Meng Xuezheng, who came suddenly today, seemed to have just written...Zhao Ziyu.

As for the following words, it was because Meng Zhengjun's writing was scribbled and he was not familiar with her writing habits.

Zhao Rong couldn't tell the difference.

Why write his name?

Small report?

Key observation objects, um, commonly known as blacklist?

Or... the academy's shame list?

Zhao Rong blinked, guessing that if the latter is the case, he can be in the front row.What an embarrassment.

Not long after, Meng Zhengjun put away his pen and the book at the same time.

She shook her head lightly, did not look at anyone, but nodded to Yu Huaijin, then turned around and left the whimsical hall.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong didn't care, and shrugged slightly.

Chapter 3: The Girl Who Eats Ink, New School Regulations

Dark as ink.

In a certain room of Nanxuan Academy, the lights are still on in the middle of the night.

It's just that there is no one in front of the desk under the lamp in the room.

On the bed, someone fell from the dreamland of ink and wash, fell into the dark ocean, was carried by the illusory tide, and landed on the beach of reality.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and thought about the dream just now.

During the day, he had a 'friendly meeting' with the Xuezheng who had just returned to the academy.

On the way back from the academy, both Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu comforted him carefully.

Although Zhao Rong wanted to say it, he really didn't think there was anything to be ashamed of being a son-in-law.

Well, Zhao Rong has been holding back the standard identity of bitterness and hatred that only the protagonist in this book has, and he has not proudly shown it off to them, which is already very good.

Where is the bitterness.

However, Zhao Rong looked at the expressions of the two earnest friends at the time, and felt that it was better to forget it and not explain.

It's a bit secondary to say it.

And it's useless to say it.

This is Zhao Rong's deep feeling again that the influence of his past life memory has made him different from the people around him in cognition.

Maybe it's because Zhao Rong didn't experience too much depression of a son-in-law before?

When she just woke up, she didn't receive any white eyes or contempt in the Duke's Mansion in Ganjing.

Now the reconciliation with Qingjun is as good as before, and she doesn't hide her love for him. Well, there is also a little Qian'er who is jumping around and shouting "I want it too".

If it weren't for the sudden emergence of Meng Zhengjun who firmly opposed and despised him today.

It is estimated that Zhao Rong is still secretly delighted with this extraordinary identity of "he has something that others don't".

Unexpectedly, I am a son-in-law, hiding among you...

After returning to Dongli Xiaozhu, Zhao Rong decided to go to sleep again at night.

Because he had some guesses in his mind.

He was a little curious about Meng Zhengjun and Yu Huaijin, two equally staid women.

Curious about their past.

But Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong don't know much about it, and they can't understand too much.

But for Yu Huaijin...their dreams are common.

Zhao Rong can roughly glimpse something.

However, this time in the dream, he still didn't find much of anything substantial, because the little girl in the corner had slipped away again, deliberately avoiding him.

At this time, Zhao Rongfa who was on the bed was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses.

Subconsciously, he wanted to use a carp to stand up, but he guessed that the small bed could not bear it, so he gave up.

Zhao Rong got up with a smile, put on a robe and went to the desk, and started to stay up late to study.

When someone burns the lamp to read at night.

A strange ink dream that has been melted, like bubbles in the water of the heart lake, rises again.

Gradually evolve and return to its original state.

In the dark and self-brightening landscape, in an idyllic scenery like a peach garden, there continues to be a boxy school quietly.

The school could not find a door, only a small casement was ajar.

Looking through the gap in the window, there was a little girl sitting quietly at the nearby table, sitting upright, looking down at the book.

In the school.

The tall, thin old man whose face could not be seen was still teaching.

Together with the little girl from Zongjiao, 21 schoolchildren attended the class seriously and worshiped their master as a god.

All of this is happening silently.

In Zhao Rong's perception, it should be the little girl who is the main character of the owner of the dream, mixed among the schoolchildren.

She is more rigid and serious than her peers around her.

The tall and thin man had much more expectations and demands on her than the children around him.

At this moment, even if I know that this is just a dream in Nanke, it is an endless song.

This little girl who was shaped by ink is still more devoted than all the people in the dream.

All she has is a desk, a school, a casement, and an endless class.

Even if there are many flowers outside, it is a paradise and the scenery is like spring.

She still can't get out.

a moment.

In the school, in front of the desk, the little girl in the corner who had been listening carefully to the class silently picked up the pen and began to write.

Writing and writing, suddenly.

She lowered her head, stretched out a finger, and quietly tasted the ink on her fingertip.

……

next morning.

Zhao Rong went to the academy to attend classes as usual.

Originally, according to his thinking, what happened yesterday had already been clearly explained to that Meng Xuezheng, and it was probably revealed.

Keep a small notebook and keep a small notebook.

Until early in the morning he was stopped.

"stop."

A familiar female calm voice.

Zhao Rong, who was walking between Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, who was about to enter the willful hall together, paused.

He, his two friends, and some students who happened to pass by, went back together.

Meng Zhengjun was standing quietly not far away, with his hands raised, his expression serious.

Under the illumination of the early sun, it was like a statue, motionless.

If Zhao Rong hadn't recognized her voice, he probably wouldn't be sure if the words just came out of the sculpture's mouth.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly.

Why didn't there be any footsteps at all, and appeared behind without a sound. When passing by a few breaths ago, there was still no one there.

Well, yesterday's book art class also suddenly appeared like this, making people unprepared...

Can you have some Yangjian?

Outside the school, Zhao Rong complained in his heart.

Seeing Meng Zhengjun looking at him intently, Zhao Rong stopped pretending to be stupid and took a step forward.

"What's the matter, Mr. Meng?"

Meng Zhengjun frowned, "Where's your school uniform?"

Zhao Rong had a strong desire to survive and said: "The sun is shining today, a rare sunny day, the students took it to wash."

He paused, narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "There is no rule in the school that you must wear..."

Meng Zhengjun interrupted:

"The school rules have been changed. The new school rules will be enforced starting today. Except for holidays or large-scale sacrificial ceremonies, Mochi students must wear student green skirts whenever they are in the academy. Those who violate the rules will be demerited once... ..."

She raised her chin slightly and spoke slowly.

"For one demerit, you will be fined to copy the "Revelation of Linlu Academy" a hundred times; for the second demerit, you will be responsible for three days of chores at the back of the school; Pavilion!"

The students who stopped outside the hall looked at each other in blank dismay.