i have a sword fairy

Su Qingdai nodded vigorously, with bright eyes and a bright smile.

Zhao Rong squinted at the sky outside, thought for a while, and turned his head to say something to her, but closed his mouth again.

Su Qingdai looked at his complexion, and asked in a low voice, "Ziyu, what's the matter, tell me."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

At this moment, the man holding a sword who was acting as a coachman driving the carriage outside blew his nails, glanced at him, and nodded with satisfaction.

He clapped his hands and glanced at the direction in which the huge team was heading.

The mountains in the distance rise one after another, and you can see the outline of a magnificent mountain...

The man holding the sword muttered silently: "It's really here in Fengchan... As expected of them, it's their stronghold, and the trend is all between her five fingers..."

Li Bai withdrew his gaze and tightened the sword in his arms.

Suddenly he called out: "Boy Zhao."

He didn't look at Zhao Rong and the three chatting in the carriage behind him, "Are you free? Tell me something."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong stuffed the envelope back into Su Qingdai's hand and nodded.

"What's the matter, Uncle Bai?"

The man holding the sword stretched out his hand and pointed outside.

Xiaoqian'er stepped forward tacitly and took over the driver's position.

Li Bai jumped off the carriage, Zhao Rong got up and bent over, left the carriage, jumped down, and followed him.

The second daughter didn't follow up ignorantly.

They watched the backs of the two who wanted to chat privately go away.

……

"Uncle Bai, you mean that after I finish holding the Feng Chan, you have to take a step ahead and deal with the business of our Duke's Mansion?"

The young Confucian scholar and the man holding the sword walked along the official road on foot, without obstructing the carriage team behind.

The two gradually fell behind and reached the rear of the team.

"Well, there are some urgent matters to deal with. After you seal the Chan, I have to take a step first."

"Um, so urgent? When I took Qian'er back to Duyou two days ago, you stayed here, didn't you go and finish your work?"

The man holding the sword directly confessed: "Oh, I went to drink a few days ago and visited Hanjing all over. Don't you know?"

He thought for a while, and said with a serious face: "I went back the evening before yesterday. Didn't I bring you two lamb kidneys? I bought this from the oldest restaurant in Hanjing, damn it , two servings of lamb kidneys are almost worth a pot of top-quality Nurhong."

Young Confucian scholar: "..."

The air quieted down.

"No, why did you bring me the lamb's kidney?" Zhao Rong's head was full of black lines, and he couldn't help complaining.

The man holding the sword did not speak, but rolled his eyes and looked at him.

Zhao Rong: "???"

Seeing this, Li Bai sighed, "Oh, it's hard for me to come out. I'm not as annoying as that old guy Zhao Kun, so why don't I hurry up and enjoy it?"

Zhao Rong had no choice but to cough: "Uncle Bai, you have to quit drinking, or you will easily miss things in the future. Well, that's fine, if you have something to do, just take a step first, and I will return with Qian'er and Brother Yiwu. "

The alcoholic man crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly.

He rubbed his chin with his hand and said thoughtfully: "But I'm afraid something will happen to you, the miss told me to protect you well, well, Miss Liu is only your son, hey, I have to take care of you."

The corner of the young scholar's mouth twitched, and he said expressionlessly, "Don't call me mother."

The man shook his head, "My relationship with your kid's parents is not bad. What's wrong with the old girl who screams? You just like to meddle in other people's business. Why didn't you run out of your mother's womb to protest when you screamed?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer, nodded lightly, and said calmly: "Oh, then do you know where my father is? He is still...is there? My mother didn't mention this to me before she died."

"How do I know this? Both your mother and I are the enshrined servants of the Duke's Fourth Household, as well as Zhao Kun. We have stayed in the Duke's Mansion these years, and you know it. Your father didn't stay in the Duke's Mansion for long. As soon as your kid was born, he left."

Li Bai muttered, lowered his head, took out a jug of wine, and took a shallow sip.

"I don't know why I went there. Could it be that I followed his ass? These are the affairs of your mother and your father."

Zhao Rong looked into the man's eyes.

The two looked at each other for a while.

The man holding the sword pouted his mouth, sipped the strongest drink in Hanjing, took a big breath, and said:

"Well, I was quite curious before, and I asked your mother, but didn't your mother say that your father returned to the hometown of Nanxiaoyaozhou? And these, didn't you tell you?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, "I said it, it's just been so many years... that person has never heard from him, and he hasn't sent a single word to Da Chu, and I don't know if he is still in his hometown in South Xiaoyaozhou, or... Something happened on the way."

His tone was slightly low.

Xuanhuang Jiuzhou is very big. In this era, no matter if you are a monk or a mortal, once you go far away, it is very likely that you will be far away from each other, and it is difficult to see each other again.

Because the chariots and horses are very slow, even the cloud sea ferry that the monks ride is slow as scolding in front of the vast Nine Continents.

Only mythical monsters like the legendary Kunpeng can roam the Nine Continents at ease...

Besides, on the road, who knows what accidents will happen.

What if you pass through some dynasties in chaos and chaos, or the fairy mountains and blessed land where immortal families with grievances and blood feuds get together, and get involved...

This is true in Wangque Continent, the smallest of the nine continents, not to mention the distance across continents.

"Oh, then I don't know."

The man holding the sword calmly shook his head.

The young scholar was silent for a while.

Li Bai laughed suddenly: "If you can't let it go, you boy will go to the hometown of Nanxiaoyaozhou some other day, and just go find that guy."

The man threw the flagon in his hand forward, and the young Confucian scholar took it, slightly stunned.

"A man of seven feet, don't be a mother-in-law. When a man is young, don't be stingy with the breath in his chest. Whatever you want to do, whoever you want to meet, just do it boldly and meet."

Zhao Rong took three breaths in silence, then suddenly raised his head and drank a big gulp of strong wine.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, smiled, suppressed the choking sensation in his throat, and nodded vigorously.

Afterwards, the two returned to the original topic.

"Uncle Bai, you have something urgent to do in our business, so go ahead. I'm fine, the Zen meditation is over by then, and if nothing happens, I will go back with Meng Xuezheng from the academy."

Li Bai stroked his chin, squinted his eyes and said nothing, as if thinking.

Zhao Rong chuckled, "Although it's a bit contradictory, she is also a Mr. Linlu Academy after all, and everyone in the academy will abide by certain default principles... Besides, Xiaoqian'er will also follow me, don't worry. .”

The man holding the sword thought for a while and nodded.

"Well, that's fine. After the matter is settled, I'll go back and find you immediately."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange crowd behind the team.

"Hey, what is this?"

Zhao Rong turned around.

I saw a rather strange huge team behind.

A group of heavily guarded imperial guards pulled a... huge dragon coffin, surrounded by solemn sacrificial vessels and snow-white onyx.

There are a large number of strange people carrying the coffin.

The atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

Zhao Rong glanced over earnestly, and somewhere on the edge of the coffin-carrying crowd, he paused.

He saw a familiar figure.

"Brother Hui?"

The young Confucian scholar was slightly puzzled, and walked forward with his sleeves folded.

Li Bai glanced at the dragon coffin.

He turned around and followed Zhao Rong quietly.

A thin man was wearing a washed-up white uniform, and was riding a thin horse at the moment.

He was not alone, and there were two old carriages behind him.

There should be family members in a carriage.

The carriage curtain was being thrown open.

Zhao Rong took a look, and there was a middle-aged woman in simple clothes with a normal face.

Like that woman from the folk family, she is not at all like the imperial wife of an official above the fifth rank.

The woman was accompanied by a boy of about seven or eight years old, who looked immature and dull.

The boy is reading with his head down.

In another carriage, loaded with luggage and belongings, sat four old servants.

Some of these old servants were lame, some were blind, and most of their faces were disfigured, which was horrible, as if they had experienced a fire... Looking at them, they should be servants with miserable life experiences.

In front of the two carriages, the thin censor from Siqi Academy looked solemn as always, riding on the back of a thin horse, leading the way silently.

With two carriages closely followed the grand team carrying the dragon coffin.

Zhang Huizhi straightened his waist and looked ahead.

Zhao Rong led Li Bai to walk in the opposite direction, looking at the strangely matched team behind him.

After approaching, he said with a smile:

"Brother Hui, why are you here too, with... luggage and family?"

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Chapter 488 The Carriage That Accidentally Lost Control

"Brother Hui, didn't you Yushitai be ordered by the queen mother to stay behind and ask for Hanjing?"

"Brother Ziyu, I have already resigned from the official censor. This time, I will follow you to sacrifice to Yueshan Mountain. Apart from witnessing the grand occasion of His Majesty being ordered by heaven, I want to guard the mausoleum for the late emperor."

Beside the busy official road, a tall and thin Confucian scholar got off his horse, returned his salute to a young Confucian scholar, and explained.

"The resignation submitted a few days ago has been approved by the Empress Dowager. For the next three years... I will live at the foot of Jiyue Mountain. The late Emperor Long En is really unforgettable."

"I see."

Zhao Rong nodded.

Zhang Huizhi turned his head and glanced at the two carriages behind him.

Inside were women and children, and several disabled old servants.

He turned around and said calmly:

"On this trip, I brought Zhuojing and Quanzi together, and some... the old men in the mansion. Zhuojing is weak and prone to illness, so he needs to be taken care of closely, and Quanzi is young and stupid, so he has to be supervised by him."

In the rear, the ordinary-looking woman and the dull child stood up and bowed to the husband's friend.

Zhao Rong smiled, cupped his hands in return, and then glanced more at those disabled and miserable old servants.

Zhang Huizhi glanced at him, lowered his eyes and explained:

"Some of those old men are veterans who have retired from the battlefield, and some are farmers who have encountered difficulties in life when they were magistrates in a certain place. They have never given up and insisted on following them, so they have always been with them. Although they are masters and servants Name, but in fact, it is also my family."

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and said with a serious expression: "Brother Hui is a man of integrity, I am ashamed."

Zhang Huizhi shook his head solemnly, "Brother Ziyu, don't do this. You don't need to elevate to the moral level at this time, just follow your heart."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at him more, and arched his hands.

Not long after, the two Confucian scholars got on their horses separately and chatted while walking.

It's not going fast.

Li Bai and the two carriages followed slowly behind them.