i have a sword fairy

The body swayed gently with the autumn wind.

The tea mist from the teacup next to his hand was drifting across his face.

The young Confucian scholar has a thin face and thin lips, and the resolute arc on his face is like a knife cutting an axe.

"Brother Hui, you will steal half a day's leisure from Fusheng."

Zhao Rong laughed loudly.

The young Confucian scholar slowly opened his eyes and looked calmly.

A young Confucian scholar stopped in front of the courtyard gate with his sleeves rolled up.

looked at him with a smile.

Behind the young Confucian scholar who kept his promise, there was a handsome little girl with a fairy temperament, who never left the former. At this time, she was moving her eyes left and right, observing the surrounding environment, and from time to time, she also looked at him in the courtyard.

Zhang Huizhi looked away from Zhao Qian'er, and looked at Zhao Rong with a clear smile.

"Brother Ziyu, you're here."

He smiled slightly, stood up from the collapsed bed, exhaled lightly, his eyelids were half drooped, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

When he got up, his body wobbled slightly.

There is a trance and calm after a lunch break.

"Of course I want to come, little brother. If you don't come, how will you know that there is Brother Hui, a good place to sneak away in the breeze bamboo forest around Jiyue Mountain. Haha, Brother Hui, would you like to take a sneak break with me?"

Zhao Rong laughed.

Zhang Huizhi nodded slightly, stood in front of the collapse, cupped his fists at the young Confucian scholar outside the courtyard, and saluted.

"Brother Ziyu, please come in, I can't wait to ask for it."

Only then did Zhao Rong grab the hem of the Confucian shirt, stepped over the threshold, brought Zhao Qian'er Shi Ran into the hospital, and came to the teahouse.

"Your Majesty didn't send someone to invite the brothers to attend the celebration ceremony?"

Zhang Huizhi shook his head, "I am a minister, guarding the mausoleum of the late emperor on behalf of your Majesty and the Queen Mother. It is not suitable to participate in such a lively event."

He glanced at Zhao Rong, "Besides, brother Ziyu didn't go either."

"I'm different."

Zhao Rong smiled, looked left and right at the quiet bamboo forest courtyard, and sighed:

"It's a good place, the bamboo leaves are cool, the mountains are foggy and the moon is bright, there are tea, wine, poetry and books to accompany, wife and children are loyal servants... Three years of guarding the mausoleum are also three years of spiritual cultivation. The Qi family also has both, after the brother of the meeting comes out of the mountain, he is going to govern the country and the world."

Zhao Rong's tone was joking.

Zhang Huizhi shook his head seriously, "I'm a foolish Confucian, so I dare not look foolishly."

At this time, the door of the north room next to it opened, and a simple woman came to the teahouse with a fruit plate and wine pot respectfully.

The woman behaved dignifiedly, bowed her head, raised her eyebrows, and brought the wine and snacks to the table.

"Master Zhao, please use it slowly."

She saluted Zhao Rong respectfully.

Zhao Rong waved his hand, quickly reached out to help take the plate, and smiled helplessly:

"Sister-in-law, don't be too polite. My name is Zhao Ziyu, just call me Ziyu."

Zhang Huizhi didn't go to see the woman, he knelt down on the ground, his waist was straight, and his face was flat. At this moment, he stretched out his hand and pressed Zhao Rong's helping hand.

"The guest can do whatever he wants. I can leave these trivial matters to Zhuo Jing. There is no reason to let the guests do it."

Zhao Rong looked at the serious and rigid young Confucian scholars, as well as the polite and simple woman, so he nodded and withdrew his hand.

Then, he quietly looked sideways, and glanced at Xiao Qian'er next to him.

The little girl who was staring at the newly served wine was slightly stunned when she received the gaze, and immediately understood.

Brother Rong is asking her to learn from 'other people's wife'.

Xiao Qian'er snorted softly twice.

Well, do you have to roll up when you are the wife of a Confucian scholar? Besides, she is not rude. In front of people, she and the young lady also save face for you...Hmph, and...and why don't you learn from it? Zhang Huizhi, a Confucian scholar, only has a wretched wife and one child. How many do you want?Huaxin Ronger brother?

Not to be outdone, Xiaoqian'er squinted her eyes and gave Zhao Rong a small look to look at "other people's husband".

Zhao Rong: "..."

Just when the young couple exchanged eyebrows quietly.

Zhang Huizhi asked the simple woman, "Yunniang, where is Fu'er?"

The woman lowered her eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Fu'er took a short nap at noon, and then continued with the homework that Xianggong assigned him in the morning, and did it for an hour. homework……"

"Let him continue to practice calligraphy."

"Yes."

The simple woman responded and stepped back.

Chapter 519 Stealing a Floating Life for Half a Day

In the courtyard of the bamboo forest.

Zhang Huizhi turned his head and looked at the direction of the north room for a while, and there was a dull young man with his head down copying books and practicing calligraphy in the doorway.

The young Confucian scholar from Siqi Academy was quiet for a moment, then turned his eyes to the direction of the kitchen on the west side.

There, a few poor old servants with missing arms, legs, or disfigured faces were busy, chopping wood to boil water, fetching wine and cooking under the greeting of a passing simple lady.

There were gasps and coughs from time to time.

Zhao Rong also seemed to have noticed the commotion in the kitchen. He glanced at one of the old servants who seemed to have been disfigured by the fire, and was coughing from the firewood smoke.

The disfigured old servant seemed to have a severe respiratory disease, and he took out a copper bong with a pipe hanging from time to time, took a few puffs, and breathed a sigh of relief with a flushed face.

The other old servants are also similar, each with their own faults, dying of old age.

"Brother Hui, if you don't forget it, you don't have to work so many appetizers. Let's have a few drinks and chat. We still have something to do later, so we won't stay with Brother Hui for dinner."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but offer a sincere suggestion.

Zhang Huizhi seemed to have come to his senses, looked away from the kitchen, then looked at Zhao Rong for a while as if in a daze, and shook his head firmly.

"Ziyu finally came to my brother's place...you have to have a good drink and good food...you can't miss it, otherwise you will feel ashamed, so Ziyu can enjoy it at ease, don't worry about the kitchen, Zhuo Jing will settle down good."

He lifted his half-drooped eyelids, fully woke up from the drowsiness of sleeping not long ago, and comforted Zhao Rong.

The latter glanced at the sky, and it was still a little short of time before Shen time in the afternoon.

"Okay, then listen to Brother Hui."

Zhao Rong smiled.

At this moment, Xiao Qian'er, who was standing behind her, quietly squeezed the soft flesh around Zhao Rong's waist, and then, without his reaction, hummed softly and walked towards the back kitchen.

"I'm going to help sister Yunniang."

Hmph, in the past, she was not polite and virtuous in front of outsiders. Brother Rong just chose not to see her, and even brought out 'other people's wife'...

Xiaoqian'er was a little aggrieved.

Zhao Rong made a soft 'hiss' sound in his mouth, the little girl was not serious, and she had to pay back her little butt double when she turned around.

He thought to himself, and glanced at the back of the little girl who secretly and stubbornly ran to help in the kitchen.

"Ziyu, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Huizhi glanced at the young Confucian scholar's face and expressed concern.

"Ah, it's nothing, by the way, where did we talk just now?"

Zhao Rong turned around and changed the subject.

Zhang Huizhi didn't answer first, but picked up the jug on the table and handed a jug to Zhao Rong.

Under the bamboo grove, sitting on the couch, in the autumn wind, two Confucian scholars from the academy, each with a pot of exotic wine, raised their hands to invite each other.

"Ziyu praises me for my self-cultivation and my family, I am ashamed to be a brother."

"Why don't you dare to be, we Confucian scholars care about his 21, first of all we have to be thick-skinned, and after receiving compliments, we should be humble, but we can't be really humble. We have to think in our hearts 'who doesn't know'. Of course, You can’t say it out loud, but what if it happens?”

"..."

"Ziyu is so witty."

"I wouldn't tell this secret to ordinary people. Come on, let's go."

"..."

A crisp sound of wine glasses colliding resounded on the table.

"Hiss... this wine from Brother Hui's is hot enough!"

"It's the home wine brewed by the old servant of the humble house, brother Ziyu, do you like it?"

"Not bad, it tastes good, the last time I drank this kind of wine was..."

"Oh? Is it there?"

The young Confucian scholar nodded, "It was the last time."

Zhang Huizhi: "..."

He in the black Confucian robe was speechless for a moment, then nodded and said, "As long as Ziyu likes it, later, the old servant at home has another special dish to serve."

"Oh? Then I have to try it out."

Zhang Huizhi nodded, looked at him, and suddenly said:

"Ziyu, can you show Brother Wei the jade around your waist?"

Qingjun's jade token?This is not acceptable, if she knows that other men have touched her jade token, she will definitely be angry, the most difficult kind to coax.

The young Confucian scholar wanted to shake his head, but after touching a few hanging objects around his waist, he asked again, "Which jade is Brother Hui talking about?"

Zhang Huizhi stretched out his hand, pointed to Lin Lu Yubi on Zhao Rong's waist, and stared at it, "It's Yubi with this identity, and I also have a Siqi one for my brother, I want to see the difference."

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned, and nodded happily, "If this is the case, there is no problem."

He untied the jade wall around his waist and handed it to Zhang Huizhi.

The latter took it, and at the same time untied his own Siqi identity, Yubi, and looked down together.

Zhao Rong didn't think much, and smiled, "Actually, there is not much difference. I have met Yubi, a scholar of Siqi Academy, and they all have the same function, identity proof...a life-saving item...convenient for the teacher of the academy to locate In addition, I heard that some senior scholars will refine it into a life object, but this scholar's jade wall is only temporary, and it is not convenient to refine it."

He paused, laughed and said:

"Speaking of which, I passed by Zhongnan Mountain before, and I got a piece of Lantian Lingyu from a good friend, which can be used to temper the scholar's jade wall, and I have been putting it in my bag to eat ashes..."

"I heard from Wen Ruo that his family's Lantian Lingyu is very sought after among the scholars of Siqi Academy. I don't know if it is true."

Zhang Huizhi temporarily put down the jade wall in his hand, and raised his head, "Oh? The brother Wen Ruo that Ziyu mentioned is the new head of the Lin family in Lanxi, Zhongnan Kingdom...Lin Wenruo?"

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a smile:

"It's him, Brother Hui knows him?"

He said, paused, nodded:

"That's right, Wen Ruo is also from Siqi Academy, so it's not surprising that Brother Hui knows him. The Siqi scholar Yubi I met before belonged to Wen Ruo, and I also asked him for it at the time. After looking it over, now that I have Lin Lu Yubi, I found that they are all the same.”

Zhang Huizhi nodded and looked to the south, "Junior brother Lin is two years younger than me, but his name is like a thunderbolt. Now, as long as Siqi Academy is still at the foot of Wangquezhou Mountain and is a scholar of various dynasties who are on the road of official career, Who doesn't know his name..."

Today, the young Confucian scholar in black shirt showed some yearning look on his face.

"This Junior Brother Lin has inherited the position of Patriarch of an 800-year-old noble family at a young age. The most important thing is that he is not simply keeping his legacy, but making great strides forward..."

"I've heard that this Junior Brother Lin seems to have used a very dangerous debate between Confucianism and Taoism to destroy a thousand-year-old Taoist temple in the Zhongnan Kingdom with the help of a very powerful friend... I don't know the details, but I heard that he Right now, he has become the real helm of Zhongnan Kingdom in the south, acting on behalf of the emperor and herdsmen, implementing new laws, and displaying his ambitions, and Zhongnan Kingdom is booming..."

Zhang Huizhi withdrew his gaze, and under Zhao Rong's inexplicable gaze with a smile, he said seriously:

"This can no longer be summed up in a simple sentence of background. This Lin Wenruo, Junior Brother Lin, and his close friend must be dragons and phoenixes among the people. They deserve this fame. It's a pity that they can't see their true faces."

"When the first emperor was still alive, he read the mansion newspaper in the imperial study, and sighed several times in front of me, when will we be able to raise a Lanxi Lin family in Dali. Hey, I am ashamed to wait for the Confucian scholars in Dali. "

Zhang Huizhi sighed and shook his head.

After Zhao Rong heard the phrase "a very good friend" in his mouth, he blinked and smiled without saying a word.