i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong poured Zhu Yourong a cup of hot tea, "Why did Mr. Zhu come back so soon?"

He smiled and passed the tea.

Then Zhu Yourong didn't answer, she didn't even approach the Eight Immortals table where Zhao Rong was.

Instead, it stopped near the door, and had no intention of continuing to approach Zhao Rong.

The two are ten steps apart.

Well, I did fulfill a certain man's wish, so I avoided suspicion.

Zhu Yourong turned sideways to him slightly, raised her hands, stared at the carpet beside her, her face expressionless.

Zhao Rong withdrew the awkward hand that offered the tea without moving his expression.

He kept his smile on his face, got up immediately, walked forward, holding a hot teacup in both hands, and wanted to hand it over to him.

"Mr. Zhu, don't stand there. It's too far away. It's cold at the door. The stove is inside. It's warm inside. Come in and sit down..."

Zhu Yourong turned her head, and interrupted with a puzzled expression: "Isn't the coldness at the door because the roller blinds are drawn? Does it have much to do with the distance from the stove?"

She turned her head, looked at the hall casually, and said lightly, "Is there any difference between the inside of the station and the entrance of the station? Doesn't the cold wind at the entrance still have to blow in?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

Damn, Mr. Zhu, something is wrong with you!

Zhu Yourong smiled at this moment, without moving her body, "I'd better stand at the door, it's better to be cold alone than two people, Mr. Zhao will protect you from the wind, as long as you don't get cold, sir, I'm in good health, I'm fine. "

Zhao Rong: "???"

This unexpected and strange topic made Zhao Rong lean back slightly.

Is it because my reading comprehension has improved, or Mr. Zhu, your question is too simple... Is that what you mean?

Zhao Rong quickly straightened his face, "Mr. Zhu is right! No, I mean what you said earlier, sir, is very philosophical."

After waving his hands, he quickly ran to the shutter at the door with hot tea in both hands, and 'complained' as he walked:

"Really, Uncle Xiaobai doesn't even know how to put down the roller blind? Even if the guests come in."

Li Bai: "..."

Zhao Rong turned his back to Zhu Yourong, and blinked at the man holding the sword who turned back mournfully at the door, and then he quickly lowered the roller blind, shutting the blamed Li Bai outside.

Li Bai rubbed his chin, and sighed that he is indeed Zhao Xiaozi, who is so proficient in throwing the pot away, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice Uncle Bai.

But the man is not a vegetarian. Fortunately, he has long since turned to the light, and has just notified the young lady and Xiaoqian'er in advance.

After all, if there are guests at home, you have to notify the hostesses to pick them up, right?The tradition of the old Zhao family has always been excellent.

Li Bai glanced at the closed curtain behind him, and nodded...

How did Zhao Rong know that Uncle Bai had already backstabbed him in advance - as long as I backstab fast, no one can backstab me?

With some guilt towards Uncle Bai, he turned around, and...

"This little uncle Bai is too ignorant." Zhao Rong shook his head, held hot tea, looked at Zhu Yourong's complexion, and explained: "But he is the family's enshrinement, and he is only responsible for eating...no...he is only responsible for fighting with force. I've never done this job of guarding the gate before... so Mr. Zhu doesn't have to worry about it."

Zhu Yourong was noncommittal, but said softly, "There is a second-rank martial artist who is enshrined in the family and can honestly guard the door. Mr. Zhao is indeed very popular, and the background of the lady's family is also unfathomable."

"I just found out about Uncle Bai, and I will ask Qing Jun later... Hey, I didn't expect that half of the bullshit he told me when I was young was true, and he was really a master..."

As for the other half, split Wangque Island with a sword?Why don't you go to heaven?

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and shook his head, avoiding the topic, and turned his face to say:

"Also, Mr. Zhao is older than Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao is short, Yourong, what are you talking about, I haven't seen you for a few days, so you are so born?"

Zhu Yourong didn't answer, but looked at him calmly.

He sighed helplessly again, and shrugged his shoulders: "Besides, didn't we agree before that in private, we should be regarded as fellow Taoists of the same generation?"

Zhu Yourong nodded lightly, "Oh, I did say that, so now..."

She looked around, then at the closed curtain at the door, and had some doubts, "Then we are in private now?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

I beg you, don't do this, it's tiring to speak in the same way as reading comprehension...

Every sentence has to think about whether it is a pun.

Zhu Yourong looked at her with the usual light in her eyes.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and nodded, "Forget it!"

Letting down the curtain makes it private.

Seeing him admitting, Zhu Yourong, who was covered in snow, nodded slightly.

"Okay. Tzuyu."

Hearing the familiar title, Zhao Rong heaved a sigh of relief, handed over the 'hot' teacup with a bit of a dog's leg, and said with a relaxed smile:

"Come on, Yourong, it's getting colder, and it's just right to have a cup of hot tea at night... Hey, I'm a little nostalgic. I used to go to Yourong's Yilanxuan in the academy every week to drink well water tea. It's still your craft. it is good."

He sighed with emotion, and said with a smile: "But today, come and taste the tea I made."

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong, and smiled slightly, with a refined and gentle demeanor.

It was as if he had returned to the intimate lady who made tea for him elegantly in the early morning.

Just when Zhao Rong was relieved, Zhu Yourong didn't raise his hand, but looked at him, smiled apologetically and said politely:

"I'm sorry, Ziyu, I'm a bit of a clean freak, and I'm not used to drinking cups that other people have used." It seemed to mean something.

"???" Someone froze.

Zhao Rong: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

(flip table)

Zhu Yourong, you are talking to death.

Chapter 573 She's Up

Zhu Yourong, aren't you bragging?

Zhao Rong frowned.

What kind of uncleanliness.

When he was at Yi Lanxuan in the academy, Zhu Yourong drank the teacup, he picked it up and drank it, and she didn't say anything, why is she so concerned about cleanliness now, besides...

Isn't drinking this cup of tea just a formality, so that it is convenient to cut into the topic and chat?

If you don't want to drink, you should at least take the cup first, just don't drink.

At this moment, being "politely declined" by Zhu Yourong, Zhao Rong accepted it with a smile.

He glanced at the orchid lady in front of him.

Her expression was somewhat unpredictable, her pair of snow-white but still beautiful willow eyes seemed to be looking at Zhao Rong without blinking.

He was a little uncertain for a moment, whether she was giving him reading comprehension questions again...

"Row."

Zhao Rong nodded, and his face became colder, no longer enthusiastic.

He turned slightly, also facing Zhu Youran sideways, raised his head directly, and drank the hot tea in one gulp.

There are a few pieces of tea leaves in the teacup missing.

Zhao Rong turned around and wanted to leave, he would not drink if he didn't drink, and he would not serve Mr. Zhu anymore.

"and many more."

Zhu Youran spoke suddenly and called Zhao Rong to stop.

"what?"

He didn't look back.

"use this."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, and when he looked back, Zhu Yourong reached out for a brand new and elegant wood-inlaid jade tea set.

Her Nascent Soul brought Sumeru.

Zhu Yourong also has a hobby of collecting tea sets. Every dynasty or small country she has visited, she will buy a set of tea sets that are pleasing to the eye, and she does not lack them.

"Mr. Zhu, what are you using this for?"

Zhao Rong asked 'curiously'.

Zhu Yourong turned the new teacup in his hand, and said softly to him: "Pour me a cup of tea."

"Isn't the tea kettle on the table? Please ask Mr. Zhu to pour it himself. I'm afraid that such a clean and beautiful tea set will be dirty."

"What did you call me?"

Zhao Rong: "Zhu..."

The woman suddenly threw the teacup into the air beside her, supported by the blissful wind, she stretched out her free hand and reached towards Zhao Rong's face.

As if to touch his face.

Zhao Rong was frightened immediately, and he leaned back, almost dodging his waist, but fortunately he avoided her hand.

In fact, it can also be said that it was Zhu Yourong who slowed down the speed of reaching out halfway, giving Zhao Rong time to react and then dodge.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Rong's eyes widened, and at the same time, he subconsciously covered his collar with one hand, and he didn't know what he was worried about for a while...

Zhu Yourong looked away from the hand of a cowardly guy covering his collar.

Twist the corners of the lips.

In the air, the hand that looked like white snow piled up with frost pointed at the corner of Zhao Rong's mouth.

"tea."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again, as if to help him remove the 'very annoying' tea leaf at the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, then his brows relaxed, and he quickly wiped the tea leaves from the corner of his mouth.

He nodded quickly and took another half step back, "OK, thank you Mr. Zhu, I'll come."

Zhu Yourong confiscated it, and said leisurely: "What did you call me?"

Zhao Rong was speechless, feeling that if she acted foolishly, he really couldn't stop her.

After holding back for a while, he had no choice but to say: "Yourong... Fellow Daoist Yourong."

Zhu Yourong nodded, retracted her hand, and gently pushed the wood-inlaid jade teacup floating in the air forward with a slender index finger.

At the same time, the wind blows from the side of the women's Confucian shirt, and the teapot on the table of the Eight Immortals not far away is lifted by the wind and flies towards it.

The teapot and teacups flew to Zhao Rong obediently.

Zhu Yourong stood still with his hands behind his back, and said, "Pour me a cup of tea."

Zhao Rong: "..."

In the heart lake, the sword spirit arched the fire and said: "Zhao Rong Zhao Rong, you forgot the bamboo forest courtyard before, what did you say after you were teleported a hundred miles away by her secretly?"

It cleared its throat, imitating someone's tone and said: "Zhu Yourong, you big breasted lady, teach me how to do things?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

Gui urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, reprimand this big-breasted female gentleman, so that she will know who is the master of this place."

Zhao Rong pretended not to hear.

He took the teapot and teacup, shamefully succumbed to the coercion of a certain busty female gentleman, and poured tea.

"Cough, really, it's just you who pay more attention."

While handing out the hot tea, he muttered to himself: "...and...yourong fellow Taoist, don't teach me how to do things in the future, hmph, or I..."

Paused.

Zhao Rong didn't say any more about trying to find a place later, because he had already brought the hot tea to Zhu Yourong's hand.