i have a sword fairy

After leaving a word, she left.

"Clean up."

Not long after the figure of the woman in white clothes disappeared, a quiet and elegant girl in palace attire led a group of court ladies into the hall.

They are agile and agile.

Tear off the purple bead curtain that blocked Zhao Rong and other men's sight before, and throw away the masked white gauze that was also in contact with those men's eyes.

Replace the silk fabrics such as chair pillows that the empress has only sat on once.

Clean the places where Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu, and Li Mingyi just stood and stood with a damp cloth mop dozens of times.

By the way, there are also the tea cups they drank, which must be thrown away.

A quiet and elegant girl in palace attire, with fringed temples, red flower stickers on the forehead between her eyebrows, and a close-fitting palace attire, as white as snow.

She stood pretty in the center of the hall, with a calm face, supervising the cleaning work of the maids.

The latter are also quiet and skilled in their movements.

There is no fuss, it seems that I am familiar with this matter and I am used to it.

In the hall, this scene happened silently.

At a certain moment, the quiet and elegant girl in court clothes tilted her head slightly, glanced at the seat where Zhao Rongduan had been sitting, and murmured to herself:

"Moth Xueliu golden strands...Laughing and talking...A dark fragrance...Look for him thousands of times in the crowd...Did you write it..."

Not long after, some quiet and bookish girls in palace costumes led the maids away with light steps.

Her name is cardamom.

Fengyi Gongzheng of the Lefang Division, along with Xuechan, the master of ceremonies and music, and Caiyi Nushi, who seldom shows up, serve the Queen Mother personally.

……

On a corridor leading to the front hall of Weiyang Palace.

Zhao Rong walked quietly for a while, and suddenly said at a certain moment: "Something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Gu Yiwu next to him turned his head curiously.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "Just now I directly threw out the decision to consecrate Zen at Jiyue Mountain, and the reactions of the Queen Mother Dugu and that Li Xianwang were not right."

His tone was somewhat certain.

Gu Yiwu thought for a while, "Aren't they surprised too? They probably didn't expect it either."

Zhao Rong shook his head: "No, I shouldn't have been surprised at the two people's energy-raising skills at that time. It was because I was surprised that I felt something was wrong."

Gu Yiwu: "..."

The burly Confucian student was stunned, and couldn't help but look at his friend a few more times. What kind of fucking reverse brain circuit is this? Is it something wrong with me or something wrong with you?

Just when Gu Yiwu couldn't help but fell into self-doubt, Zhao Rong said thoughtfully: "So...these two people were fighting in their hearts before, and they also hoped to enshrine Zen in Jiyue Mountain? Interesting."

Gu Yiwu heard the words, and said in a concentrated voice: "Then why don't we change places?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer for a while.

Gu Yiwu suddenly said, as if he remembered something, "By the way, Ziyu, do you still remember what I told you before, the origin of this Dugu family?"

Zhao Rong looked at him and nodded.

Gu Yiwu pondered and said, "This Queen Mother Dugu is rumored to be a daughter of the common people, so there is no help from her mother's family in the court at the moment... And when the former emperor of Dali was able to find the Dugu family, it is rumored that there are ancestors of Dali. In a dream, let him meet on a mountain."

Zhao Rong answered, "You mean, this mountain is the Moon Sacrifice Mountain?"

Gu Yiwu nodded slightly.

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment.

He chuckled and shook his head: "No need to change, it's here."

Gu Yiwu nodded tacitly, but Zhao Rong didn't explain.

The two walked quietly for a while.

The young Confucian scholar smiled suddenly, "Oh, I think it's interesting to go together."

The burly Confucian scholar also laughed.

At this moment, I saw the front hall of Weiyang Palace in front of me. It seemed that the feast had already dispersed, and all the guests left in an orderly manner, but the little emperor did not go through the gate where the courtiers left, but came to the back hall, and was surrounded by a group of people. The ladies of the court crowded together.

However, although the little emperor and his party came towards Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, they were quite far away, and the former did not see Zhao Rong.

When passing by, Zhao Rong saw that the little emperor seemed to have drunk a lot.

His delicate face was blushing, and he was drunkly holding the soft hand of the beauty who was sitting with him just now.

However, at this moment, the two maidens of the moon who were next to the little emperor gestured to the other court ladies, as if they were going to take the little emperor back to the bedroom to rest and separate from the beauties who accompanied the wine.

Zhao Rong glanced at it.

The little emperor didn't seem to have any objection to this, and obediently obeyed the sisters of Xianyue sent by his mother to take care of him, so the little emperor looked down at the hands that he thought were beautiful, and reluctantly let go.

"You go back to rest too, I will play with you tomorrow." The little emperor waved drunkenly, and then left.

On the veranda not far away, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu saw this scene and smiled at each other.

Gu Yiwu sighed, "Hey, it's nice to be young."

"Yo, Brother Yiwu, there is a story."

Zhao Rong laughed.

Gu Yiwu laughed and cursed, and waved his hands, "There's a fart story, but it's just a nonsense that I didn't understand when I was a child."

Zhao Rong was just right, and said "oh" out of curiosity.

Sure enough, the burly Confucian scholar touched his chin with the blue stubble, and couldn't help but pour out:

"When I was young, there was a big sister who played very well in the family next door. After school, she liked to come over the wall and take us to play house. Tongyan Wuji, childhood sweetheart, that day, it was the first time I found her Hands, her arms, her chest...ahem, her face...so pretty."

Zhao Rong held back a smile, and said with a serious face: "Then just rubbed?"

"..."

This rubbish word is very quintessential.

Gu Yiwu snorted softly, and proudly said: "It was Sister Guo who rubbed against me and took the initiative to hold my hand."

"Huh?"

But before Zhao Rong asked curiously, Gu Yiwu stomped his feet angrily and said:

"That day at home, I finally played the bridegroom once, and sister Guo played the bride. We had just put on the wreaths and hadn't bridal chamber yet. My old lady came over and beat me up. Hey, you said it wasn't bad for me. something?"

"Haha...cough cough, that's right." Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed with a smile, and asked curiously, "Then what happened afterwards."

"What else can I do? I was sued by my mother against our respective parents. Our two families were originally a bit of a feud, and we rarely had the opportunity to play later. Do you think it is necessary to build the wall so high? Birds fly Don't go..."

Amidst Gu Yiwu's cursing, Zhao Rong smiled and said a few words of comfort.

This kind of childhood ignorance about men and women, and the quiet first love, is indeed as romantic and beautiful as a touch of blue in the sky, but it will eventually turn into regrets, big or small, and keep it in my heart. I suddenly remembered the night there, and then I tossed and turned on the bed again.

"Tzuyu, what about you? When was the first time you held hands with a girl?"

Gu Yiwu shook his head melancholy, then turned to ask Zhao Rong curiously.

"I?"

Zhao Rong copied his sleeves, kept squinting and looked ahead, and suddenly sighed, "Hey."

Gu Yiwu's eyes became more and more curious, could it be a regret worse than him?

Zhao Rong shook his head dispiritedly, "Brother Yiwu, you know me."

He paused, shook his head and said, "I met Qingjun in the cradle, and even snatched her milk, and then we started holding hands when we were wearing crotch pants, and then we met Qian'er... Hey, holding hands, you Let’s face it, it’s really not that difficult.”

Nothing.

The young Confucian scholar said sincerely, with a slightly regretful tone.

"..."

Burly Confucian scholar: Do you think you are very humorous?

The atmosphere became awkward.

Gu Yiwu turned black, and didn't really want to talk to Zhao Rong.

Damn, is this my childhood sweetheart?Careless.

Zhao Rong held back a smile and apologized.

At this moment, footsteps came from behind, and the two were quiet at the same time, restrained their expressions, and looked back.

It was Li Mingyi in a python robe.

4 The sixty chapters are all... all belong to Tzuyu...

Li Mingyi came in front of Zhao Rong and the two, and said that he was sending them out of the palace for the emperor's wife.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu naturally agreed.

Before leaving the veranda with Li Mingyi, Zhao Rong, who was walking at the end, turned his head quietly, and glanced at the direction where the little emperor was surrounded and left.

In this life, the first time he held hands was indeed Qingjun, but in the previous life, he still had regrets in his heart after all.

It was a pity that he had also confided to Su Xiaoxiao on the way to Duyou back then.

It's a pity that I didn't hold the hand of the girl who squatted down and looked up at him...

Either because of low self-esteem, or because I couldn't make promises at the time, or because I couldn't bear the weight.

"You...much better than me..."

The young Confucian scholar turned around, rubbed his face, and left.

Not long after, the three met Li Bai who had been waiting for a long time at the gate of the front hall of Weiyang Palace. The latter was begging for wine and bragging from a certain little maid, with his back turned to them.

"Little girl, have you seen this sword?" Li Bai said seriously.

"I see."

He nodded, "I can split Wangquezhou with one sword."

"Who is Wangquezhou? Or the name of the place?" the little maid was curious.

"..." Li Bai.

He sighed, and changed his posture while holding the sword, "Oh, you little girl, you have long hair but little knowledge."

"Isn't your hair long too?"

"...Let's put it this way, to put it another way. I can cut you apart with a single sword."

Little Palace Maid: "???"

Dali: Are you polite?

"..."

As soon as Zhao Rong and the others approached, they heard this conversation that made someone feel very ashamed.

Sensing the strange gazes cast by Gu Yiwu and Li Mingyi, Zhao Rong blushed, "Uncle Bai, you have been using your words to fool me into buying wine since I was a child, why don't you let it go?"One trick is eaten all over the world, right?

Zhao Rong said apologetically to the two people around him, wait a moment, and walked forward.

Li Bai bent down with his sword in his arms, and he was trying to deceive the little loli to see the goldfish's seductive expression: "It's great, I'm at a disadvantage, now that you have a chance to touch it, you just have to go and get me a pot of wine, how about it? "

Zhao Rong was speechless, and interrupted in a low voice: "Uncle, can we go back and lose our embarrassment?"

Li Bai squinted, "Yo, you're back."

He stretched out his hand towards Zhao Rong, "Where's the conscience, where's the wine?"

Zhao Rong ignored it first, but apologized to the little maid, who nodded, but seeing the man in the python robe not far behind Zhao Rong, the little palace lady ran away quickly.

Only then did Zhao Rong say: "Conscience is... No, the wine is here and I'll get it for you. I'll give it to you when I get back. Let's go now."

Li Bai nodded in relief, "You still have some 'wine'"