i have a sword fairy

As Zhao Rong said, he lifted his feet, as if leading the way to the dining place in the back hall: "Haha, let's eat, I'm so hungry that I could swallow a cow..."

Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhao Qian'er, and Zhu Yourong didn't show any intention of raising their feet.

The three women stayed where they were, and turned to look at him calmly.

Zhao Rong: "..."

No, don't do this, I beg you, please save face, let's go eat quickly...

In the hall, except for the sound of the wind blowing the curtain at the door, it was extremely quiet.

Zhao Rong put away his smile and nodded solemnly: "That...isn't it about eating?"

The sound broke the silence, but then, the hall became even more silent.

Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhu Yourong, and Zhao Qian'er, for some reason, were silent at this time.

Three pairs of beautiful eyes cast their gazes, just looking at him quietly.

Zhao Rong: "???"

At this moment, the dead silence in the hall was a bit... terrifying.

Someone swallowed.

Then, under the calm eyes of the three women...he understood in seconds.

Someone who was trying to run away returned to the spot in despair, returned to the position between the three women, and then stood upright again.

Ever since, Zhao Rong is like a clockwork switch of a music box, which is reset and activated at this moment.

The three women who were calm and unmoved around them returned to their original state in an instant.

Like exquisite wax figures of beauties, they suddenly came to life one after another.

Xiaoqian'er grabbed Zhao Rong's right hand, covered her two small hands again, and warmed him up.

Zhu Yourong smiled at Concubine Zhao Ling, tilted the teacup, and nodded to her.

Concubine Zhao Ling agreed with a smile and nodded in return, but she didn't drink the tea in the cup. She suddenly stretched out a plain hand, grabbed Zhao Rong's sleeve in the middle, and tugged gently.

She said tenderly and considerately:

"Husband, don't be in a hurry to eat. I will go to the back kitchen to cook you two dishes that you like later. You may not be used to the dishes of the cook outside... By the way."

Speaking of this, the girl with autumn eyes seemed to think of something again, and said softly: "Just now you said that you left a heartwarming last word for Mr. Zhu... Well, what is it?"

"..."

Zhao Rong's expression was loveless.

Chapter 575 Diligent Mr. Zhao

At the door of the tent, a man holding a sword glanced at the Shura field inside, and sighed, he felt embarrassed for a certain brat.

In addition...it's really a famous scene, it seems that there are a few more bowls of rice tonight, it's too much.

The man nodded.

Continue to hold the sword to watch the door.

Heh, brat, let's see if you dare to say that Uncle Bai is ignorant.

The man holding the sword muttered, "Miss and Xiaoqian'er praised me just now, they are very sensible..."

He smiled and narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt that the night is really good today...

……

Zhao Rong knew it would be like this!

I knew that the last words would probably be difficult to pass.

Just now when the second daughter came back suddenly, Zhao Rong faintly felt that something was going to go wrong.

The script of the three women gathering together, which looks like a rape scene, seems familiar, and God obviously wants to give him a big one.

The easiest to guess is.

After Qing Jun and Qian'er heard Zhu Yourong's last words, they must have turned a corner to ask him what they had said to Zhu Yourong 'before they died'.

But in this case, the normal words he and Zhu Yourong said will probably be interpreted, not to mention his somewhat sensational "Book with Yourong"...

At this time, Zhao Rong was expressionless.

He was already quite experienced with these encounters.

He looked at Qing Jun and Qian'er.

One of the two women was pulling his sleeve, and the other was covering his palm and the back of his hand. They both stared at him intently, with very 'curious' eyes.

it's good now.

Ask about the last words, they are really going to be the last words.

Zhao Rong nodded in his heart.

In addition...

Zhu Yourong, you have changed!

With a stiff neck, he turned his head and looked at Zhu Yourong, the culprit.

She propped her white chin on the back of one jade hand, tilted her head slightly, and poured tea with the other hand as if nothing had happened.

At this time, she seemed to have noticed a certain man's eyes of mourning and resenting her husband, and the Confucian woman nodded towards him encouragingly.

It's like saying: what are you looking at me for?They are asking you, not me, well, I hope you think it through before answering the 'last words', come on Tzuyu, I believe you can...

He looked like he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"..." I encourage you big-headed ghost.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched fiercely.

Suddenly, he felt someone hook his fingers on his right hand.

"Brother Ronger." A girl called softly.

"Ah, what's the matter?" Zhao Rong turned his head to look, and it was Xiao Qian'er.

The girl raised his big hand, covered her pink cheeks, and asked her sweetheart in a low voice: "Brother Rong, you...do you only leave a last message for Mr. Zhu? Is there any miss and me? Probably not... …No? Well, I…we want it too.”

Concubine Zhao Ling who was next to her pursed her lips, nodded softly, her bright eyes looked at her husband affectionately, waiting for his answer.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Damn, no, can you compare this too?Compare each other's husband's last words?Is it better to look back than to make a last word?Which one is more touching and sincere?

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and felt that it was far from the truth.

No matter how well-behaved and lovely a woman is, once she is jealous and compared, it is really outrageous.

In fact, on the way to escape, he did write some last words to Qingjun and Xiaoxiao, on the blood book he left in the back hall of the underground palace.

It's just that this blood book was taken away by Luo Xiu later, and it was not returned to him. After all, the heroine had already donated her pure white cold palace to save the young master. Naturally, it was impossible to give it to Qing Jun according to the blood book. Small convey the last words.

As for the last words to Qian'er, there is really no such thing.

Because Zhao Rong gave her all his life at that time, and all the love words he wanted to say to this silly girl were in his choices and actions.

This is the most affectionate last words.

However, women's desires are unlimited, even the obedient and well-behaved little Qian'er can't help wanting more care and love from her sweetheart.

At this time, Zhao Rong's face was serious, and he shook his head seriously:

"Who is a decent person to leave a last word? Besides, how can you care about these things in a critical moment? You just want to live! Live! If you live to see you, why leave a last word? It's not like you're dead, cough cough."

He forcefully explained, and suddenly felt that what he said made sense.

Zhao Rongxuan pretended to be disappointed and said: "Oh, Qingjun, Qian'er, is it possible that you are all eager to die for your husband?"

"How could it be!" The two women said in unison, shaking their heads vigorously.

"That's right." Zhao Rong was overjoyed, secretly thinking that there seemed to be something going on.

He nodded, taking advantage of Qing Jun and Qian'er's hasty denial, he quickly passed the matter with a sentence: "The words I passed to Mr. Zhu at that time were just words of advice and farewell among some Confucian friends, what is it? Last words... By the way, Qing Jun, Qian'er, why did you come back so early?"

Someone is trying to change the subject.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly said: "Husband, then did you say something to Mr. Zhu to persuade and say goodbye to Confucian friends?"

Little Qian'er nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice.

The two ladies are still very curious about the affairs between the husband and Mr. Zhu.

At this time, Zhu Yourong also sighed softly, put down the teacup, and turned to face Zhao Rong.

It was actually helping Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er to persuade:

"Ziyu, just speak directly, and tell your heart-warming last words... Well, it's a word of persuasion and farewell, and tell Sister Lingfei and Sister Qian'er that it's okay, don't take my feelings into consideration."

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but look sideways at her.

The woman in the Confucian shirt lowered her eyes slightly, her white teeth brightened her eyes, "Well, if you're sorry, don't be shy, it's fine, there's nothing you can't say."

She seemed a little embarrassed, but she still shook her head.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qianer pursed their lips when they saw this, their eyes pierced towards their husband like a sword.

Zhao Rong was also staring at Zhu Yourong who seemed to add fuel to the fire.

Seeing Qing Jun and Qian'er's gazes mixed with aggrieved and mournful oppression, he withdrew his gaze.

Zhao Rong had calmed down by now.

Because he felt something was wrong, and then he reacted a bit.

Zhu Yourong will not make trouble for no reason.

He was sure of that.

With her temperament, when Zhao Rong was angry, her words and routines made him feel embarrassed, but she would not be too nonsense, but had a sense of propriety—to embarrass him, but she could get off the stage.

This method of 'stepping down', an intelligent woman like Zhu Yourong, who is so pure and blue, would usually not take the initiative to say it, because she is proud and disdainful, so like all intelligent women in the world, she likes to let men use their brains to figure it out.

They can also take the opportunity to see how the men respond, and appreciate the man who can understand each other tacitly.

This is the blue-faced confidant they can love and confide in.

Suddenly the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth curled down.

She didn't look at Zhu Yourong, but looked at Qing Jun and Xiao Qian'er openly.

At this moment, that Confucian woman in Confucian clothes who appeared quiet and gentle but was actually aloof and self-admired was once again guessed by a confidant and friend with a tacit understanding.

"Oh, then I'll tell you, Mr. Zhu, don't be shy when the time comes."

Zhao Rong's suddenly calm tone made Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er, who had been close together before, look at each other. Could it be that she really misunderstood her husband?

Zhu Yourong's willow eyes drooped slightly, without lifting her eyelids, she just nodded, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip of tea.

It's just that what the people around didn't see was that the corners of her vermilion lips covered by the teacup were pulled, as if she was a little... helpless and depressed, but there was also a little joy and happiness mixed in it.

It's like a smart woman meets a friend who can always guess her mind.

But if he didn't guess it, she should be a little disappointed, right?

Zhu Yourong is also not quite clear about the feeling that lingers in her heart at this moment.

Zhao Rong didn't even go to see her, and said with a smile:

"I really can't do anything about you... By the way, at the time in the small bamboo forest courtyard, I felt that my life was bleak, so before I asked Mr. Zhu's avatar to send Xiaoqian'er away, I let the avatar take the message back...I hope that after the assistant teacher is gone, Our Mr. Zhu will be able to go to the school on time for calligraphy classes in the future, and correct students' homework on time."

Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong with a smile, "Well, don't be obsessed with writing and be unreliable, and work hard to be a Mr. Lanhua who is respected and loved by the students."

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips lightly, and put down the teacup.

"..."

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er opened their eyes and exchanged glances when they heard the words.

Why is it different from what they expected?Is it true or not?

Little Qian'er tilted her head in confusion, "Brother Rong'er, really?"