i have a sword fairy

"What is that?" Zhao Rong frowned.

He nodded, "I see, the first thing you do when you open your eyes is to stretch."

Zhu Yourong smiled slightly, and said directly:

"I'm going to eat, and then I'll take a good bath and have a good sleep."

Zhao Rong's head was full of black lines.

Seemingly seeing that he was going to complain, Zhu Yourong said first:

"That's right. I've been hungry for a long time, and my body is very clean and dust-free, but I just feel hungry and feel uncomfortable."

"Three meals a day, bathing and sleeping, have been like this since I was a child. It feels like an inseparable part of my life. If I live without them after practicing, it won't be like living a life."

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed when he heard this.

His life in the academy is quite irregular. Recently, in Dali, if there is a "careful" care of the little Qian'er, Zhao Rong probably still eats one meal a day or doesn't eat at all. He can't sleep at night and turn on the lamp to study...

Zhu Yourong turned her head to look at the person who covered her mouth and coughed, and said slowly:

"When I first practiced, I also had a novel and extraordinary body of practice. I could not eat, drink or sleep, but I found out later...it was really busy when I didn't sleep when everything was silent in the middle of the night. The sun rises and the moon sets. , The alternation of yin and yang, the waking and sleeping of creatures, is the law of heaven and earth, why should monks violate it.

"So unless there is a calligraphy I like that I want to study and copy, I will forget the time, otherwise I will rest on time, besides..." The woman in the Confucian shirt paused for a moment, lowered her eyes and said: "Besides, sometimes some weird dreams are still Quite interesting."

Zhao Rong didn't think too much, and glanced at his mouth when he heard the words.

Speaking of dreams, he has always had that strange dream of landscape painting recently, which is really frightening, especially the little girl with shofar braids who is probably Yu Huaijin.

So in the few times he has had a dream recently, he didn't go to that square and weird school. He used the characteristics of ink and wash dreams outside to practice landscape painting and prepare for the painting assessment in the near future.

Zhao Rong was a little surprised to find that the effect was not bad...

"Ahem, I've been taught, Mr. Zhu Da." Zhao Rong smiled and cupped his hands.

Zhu Yourong glared at him, making him feel weird.

Then she asked about Zhao Rong's affairs in Dali with some concern.

The latter picked up some things and talked about them, but didn't go into depth.

At this time, Zhu Yourong sized up Zhao Rong for a while: "You are soaring?"

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Rong pretended to take two steps back and forth, and said solemnly: "Recently, he has achieved a great achievement."

The Confucian shirt woman's expression turned serious, she cupped her hands and said, "Congratulations."

Zhao Rong waved his hand and said seriously, "Humble and humble."

After the words fell, the two looked at each other, blinked at each other, couldn't hold back anymore, and suddenly laughed.

"Very cute." With a smile, Zhu Yourong suddenly said something with a smile.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, his old face blushed, but he immediately realized that it wasn't him.

Zhao Rong glanced at a certain little fox demon in the distance, it seemed that Zhu Yourong was talking and laughing just because he wanted Zhu Yourong, she kept biting her lip, her big eyes longed for...

Seeing him, the latter pretended not to care and turned his back, not looking at him.

Zhao Rong turned his head, smiled, and said to Zhu Yourong:

"Thank you for the compliment. But don't say it in front of this stupid girl. She doesn't like it very much when people call her cute. She always says something like 'poor and unloved'."

Zhu Yourong could not help laughing on her beautiful face.

She turned her head, just in time to meet the quiet eyes of a certain little fox demon.

Zhu Yourong glanced at Su Xiaoxiao who was dodging in a hurry again, picked up the pen, and wrote and drew while smiling:

"Why, bring her here... Is the young lady in the family jealous? Want to declare sovereignty?"

Zhao Rong helplessly spread his hands, "She's just a little coward, how dare you, the kind who would cry for a long time if she got up early and didn't sleep in late..."

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his tone unconsciously carried some indulgence.

On the side, the woman in Confucian shirt who was writing with her head down quietly stopped writing and squinted.

At this time, Zhao Rong didn't notice this, but shook his head and said: "I brought her here. By the way, do you still remember the letter you asked Mr. Yan to send me when I was in Taiqing Mansion? The girl found out..."

Zhao Rong roughly talked about the ins and outs of what happened next to the bookshelf in the morning, paused, and apologized:

"Zhu Yourong, please explain to this stupid girl for me later. I don't know how she found it from the corner. I forgot about this letter before, so I put it in this book..."

Zhu Yourong listened for a while, then put down her pen and looked at him, then nodded calmly, "Oh, my letter, you slipped it away casually, but today the lady at home finally found it."

She paused, then said lightly, "Is that the case?"

Zhao Rong's self-consciousness trained in Qing Jun told him:

In danger?

"It's not... that..." He subconsciously explained, "I'm used to stuffing letters from my friends in the book, the better the relationship, the better..."

"Okay, I see, I'll take care of it." Zhu Yourong interrupted loudly.

Zhao Rong sighed, closed his mouth in embarrassment, scratched his head, "Thank you."

Zhu Yourong smiled lightly and said: "You said that this little fox girl is a coward, but what about your lady in the first house who was in the Taiqing Mansion, this lady probably doesn't love me, a gentleman of the academy, the little lady doesn't Go tell her and join her?"

Zhu Yourong knew Zhao Rong's identity as a son-in-law a long time ago, Zhao Rong told her frankly when he first met her, and Zhu Yourong often teased him about his wife.

When Zhao Rong heard this, he smiled and didn't answer, he didn't want to explain too much what Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao didn't know each other.

However, Zhu Yourong smiled and smiled, and the smile gradually faded away.

The young Confucian scholar still smiled.

But the woman in the Confucian shirt squinted at him slightly, her eyes were a little scrutinizing...

The tacit understanding between the two is abnormal, and they also have a tacit understanding. Some things seem to be intimate.

Especially Zhu Youronghui, who is not an ordinary woman.

Zhao Rong also noticed this, and felt a little helpless, why are they all so smart?

He looked away slightly, wanting to speak.

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong with a half-smile, then suddenly glanced at one of his hands, and said, "Okay, I'll explain it to you now."

Zhao Rong was about to turn around and say thank you, but in the next second, Zhu Yourong suddenly reached out and did something that stunned Zhao Rong...

In the pavilion in the distance, Su Xiaoxiao was peeking again. Seeing this, Jingzi next to her was swearing, smacking her small chest and saying something:

"You little fox demon, you still dare to like this guy, you can't be bullied to death. But it's okay now, it's fine, don't worry about it, my husband is not what you think, don't worry."

However, in the next second, the two girls saw the flower garden almost at the same time, and the Confucian woman suddenly stretched out her hand and took the right hand of the young Confucian student next to her.

Su Xiaoxiao froze in place.

A girl in blue who is taking pictures of her breasts: w(°Д°)w

Chapter 423 Zhao Rong: How about having dinner together at night? (three)

Zhu Yourong took Zhao Rong's hand as if nothing had happened, tugged it into her arms, and then opened his somewhat obstructive fingers, she looked down at his palm carefully.

After Zhao Rong came back to his senses, he came to his senses and tried to withdraw his hand, but it was in vain.

"If you want me to help explain, then don't move."

help?There are black lines all over Zhao Rong's forehead, why do you feel that you thought I didn't die fast enough, so you deliberately touched porcelain to add fuel to the fire?

Zhu Yourong bit her lip and concentrated, stretched out a jade finger, and began to write on Zhao Rong's palm.

Zhao Rong sensed her intentions and said helplessly, "Mr. Zhu Yourong! I know your handwriting is good, but don't write it on my hand."

Zhu Yourong turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to leisurely write a word in his palm: Zheng.

At this time, Zhao Rong didn't have the mind to worry about the familiar words written by a Confucian woman in his hand again, and his attention was all behind him.

"Let go, Xiaoxiao is here!"

I saw that Zhu Yourong had just finished writing that word, and when she was about to stop, a very anxious little fox suddenly appeared beside her and Zhao Rong.

Su Xiaoxiao hugged Zhao Rong's held right arm with both hands, and pulled back hard.

I don't know if Zhu Yourong let go deliberately, or if the little fox demon is too strong.

The anxious little fox demon hugged his lover's arm and pulled his hand away from the other women.

With a calm expression on Zhu Yourong's face as if nothing had happened, she slightly squinted her eyes, looking at the fox-eyed girl who seemed to muster up a lot of courage.

Su Xiaoxiao hugged Zhao Rong's arm tightly, her fox eyes widened, her mouth puffed up, and she stared at her.

Zhao Rong was between the two of them and opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain it.

In the flower garden, the atmosphere among the three was dead silent, very awkward.

And at the pavilion in the distance, a girl in blue who felt like the sky was falling after seeing her husband holding the man's hand disappeared in a flash, and ran out in a hurry, leaving her hat on the spot, and she didn't know where she went ...

In the flower garden, the atmosphere became more and more awkward and tense.

Zhao Rong hurried forward a few steps and stood sideways between the two girls, one big and one small.

"Xiao Xiao, she doesn't mean anything else, just write a word on my hand, for...for..."

Zhao Rong couldn't make it up anymore, he stared at Zhu Yourong for help:

What you did, you answer me immediately.

Zhu Yourong thought for a while, and said truthfully: "Who said I have no other intentions?"

"..." Zhao Rong.

A certain person only thinks that today is all retribution, retribution for everything!However, it seems that some strange women have been mixed into it, by the way, Zhu Yourong, why are you joining in the fun?

"Ziyu, get out of the way, don't speak for me, let me do it." Zhu Yourong casually picked up a clean writing brush on the table, tapped Zhao Rong's head, and spoke.

Zhao Rong wanted to get angry and opened his mouth to shake the field.

However, at this moment, a voice that did not belong to the two of them sounded softly in the flower garden.

"Zhao...Zhao Rong."

It was the little fox demon who had been silent behind her.

Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong looked away.

I saw Su Xiaoxiao pouting her mouth and opening her fox eyes wide, her delicate body trembling slightly, she gritted her teeth and stared at Zhu Yourong, her voice mournful: "Is she... the owner of that white jade?"

Zhao Rong was shocked and opened his eyes wide.

He never expected that Xiaoxiao would ask such a question.The owner of Bai Yu?She... She knows about this white jade?Or is it just guesswork?

Back then, he had indeed brought this white jade raised for Qing Jun, and went north alone, wanting to exchange it for the jade. It turned out that this little girl had been silently suspicious for a long time...

Beside the table, the thoughts of young Confucian scholars are like an overturned five-flavored bottle, extremely chaotic.

For a moment, he was stunned and speechless.

Zhu Yourong raised her brows lightly, although she was a little puzzled, she turned her head sharply and looked at Zhao Rong who was a little bit strange.

"Is it her?"

Su Xiaoxiao tightly grasped Zhao Rong's arm with one hand, and tightly clutched the beautiful sachet woven one by one with one hand, so hard that the back of her hand turned blue.

She raised her small head, stared at Zhao Rong intently, and questioned in a crying voice.

But Zhao Rong seemed to have been tapped on Ya's point, he stood there blankly, staring at her, opened his mouth a few times, but gradually closed it again.

Seeing his reaction like this almost confirmed what she just said.

The little fox demon's delicate shoulders seemed to twitch, she tried her best to raise her small face, but two lines of tears still slowly fell from the red eyes, across the pale peach cheeks, the corners of the lips, and the chin.

It dripped on the crumpled sachet in his hand.

Su Xiaoxiao is not really a fool, she is just innocent, pinning all the good things on her lover, trusting him with all her heart, and even her unwavering love.

So when the young girl was thinking and sensitively discovered that he seemed to have a special liking for the white jade that she carried with her, she also tried every means to find excuses for him and think of reasons.

It may be a relic left by Zhao Lang's mother, it may be a gift from his friend before he traveled far away, or... it may be a souvenir of Qingmei's fiancée who was once married with his fingertips, but unfortunately has no relationship when he grows up.

Well, there are many, many possibilities.

But... Su Xiaoxiao just didn't dare to ask, because she was afraid of what might happen.

What if?What if?