i have a sword fairy

Without his hand, Xiao Qian'er had already fallen to the ground and embraced his leg.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and looked at the two girls who had different reactions. His body seemed to be trembling and a little unstable. He stretched out his hand to support the table next to him, and said a few words:

"I'm not qualified to beat you, and I'm not qualified to watch your heart lake, practice your soul... I'm not worthy, you don't want to belittle yourself like this! Today, the only person you have to apologize to is not me, but Mr. Zhu, you have to apologize The person is her."

He pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, looking extremely serious.

"You say Mr. Zhu is a guest, okay, this guest came all the way to Dali today to save me, although she said it was arranged by the academy, but...

"I don't think the college should go to her, the leisurely Mr. Orchid, for business affairs like this, so she came here on her own initiative, and came earlier than anyone else. After busy work, she will accompany you to find and wait, but you two fairies, How did you treat her?"

Concubine Zhao Ling's body was shaking and she was about to fall.

Little Qian'er was stunned.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes.

This is what he wants to say today.

Competing and jealous, jealous and suspicious...it's okay.

But private and public should be clearly distinguished.

This is Zhao Ziyu's wife!Not the kind of unreasonable jealous woman.

Before being betrayed by Zhang Huizhi, the two drank and chatted in the bamboo forest courtyard.

Zhang Huizhi asked him whether he had the ideal of governing the country and the world.

He only said with a smile that Xu Qing did not allow the country.

This is just wanting to stay home.

However, if Zhang Huizhi, who has gone the wrong way, knows that he can't even have a family, he will laugh his teeth out, not as good as him, a Confucian scholar who gave up his personal virtue.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

"Tzuyu."

Zhu Yourong said suddenly.

At this time, she was waving at Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiaoqian'er.

When Zhao Rong closed his eyes just now, the second woman wanted to turn around and sincerely apologize to her, but she stopped her.

Because Zhu Yourong felt...she seemed not as innocent as Ziyu said...it was Ziyu who thought her too innocent, and was too strict with the two ladies at home...

But maybe this is the big difference between outsiders and insiders, and I don't know if she should be lucky.

The woman in the Confucian shirt sighed.

"Mr. Zhu, please tell me something."

Zhao Rong opened his eyes.

Zhu Yourong looked at him, turned around and walked to his side, squatting down.

Below, Xiao Qian'er was crying and hugging his leg, as if she was afraid that he would leave her and the young lady in the next second, leave alone, and leave the family.

Zhu Yourong squatted behind Xiao Qian'er who was kneeling on the ground, raised her hand and carefully combed her wet and messy hair.

Xiao Qian'er's small face was pressed against Brother Rong'er's leg, and she looked stunned at this moment.

"Why did Ziyu and the two younger sisters come to this? The little girl is just an outsider, and it's not worth arguing about it. Besides..."

Zhu Yourong lowered her head, with the blissful wind blowing in her hands, while drying and combing Xiao Qian'er's hair, she said softly:

"Besides, I didn't feel excluded or slighted. On the contrary, I felt that Sister Lingfei and Sister Qian'er were...cute, and they were fairies of sword cultivators with true temperament, unlike us Confucian girls who are rigid and polite , you can't go beyond ethics, it's really boring..."

The orchid lady from the academy smiled slightly.

Zhao Rong was silent.

The sad Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but shake her head when she heard the words, "That's not the case, Mr. Zhu, your husband is right, we are the ones who are being rude..."

Qian'er responded weakly.

Zhu Yourong shook her head with a smile, "It's okay, I'm telling the truth...you three...don't quarrel, we finally got together today."

During the words, the blissful wind had already dried the hair between the woman's fingers, and at the same time, she had also nimbly helped Xiao Qian'er comb the dignified hair of a Confucian wife.

"Okay, it looks much better this way, Ziyu, don't be so stern, take a look too, Miss Qian'er looks much better now, and she's not being rude."

Zhu Yourong stood up with a smile, clapped her hands, and gave someone a step down.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips. Although he was still standing there, facing the three women sideways, without turning his head to look at them, his expression was no longer as calm and angry as before.

At some point, the man nodded slightly.

Immediately, Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhu Yourong and Xiao Qian'er all heaved a sigh of relief.

Chapter 578 Disciple of the head of the mountain?

Zhu Yourong's words of warming up and forgiveness eased the atmosphere in the hall a bit.

But at this moment, in the field of vision of Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Qian'er, the man who had always been good-tempered and laughed when he was in trouble had an extremely calm expression on his face.

Emotions are difficult to understand.

But as you can imagine, it shouldn't be very good.

So Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er stood or knelt and looked at him.

One woman was dumbfounded, and the other woman's eyes were red.

Zhu Yourong stretched out her hand, trying to help Xiao Qian'er up.

It's just that at this time, the girl who combed the hair of a Confucian wife like the young lady didn't dare to get up, she still hugged her husband's leg and shook her head at Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong frowned and looked away.

So Xiaoqian'er immediately let go and jumped up, with some tears on her face, looking anxiously at Brother Rong'er's face.

Zhao Rong turned his head and pursed his lips.

Still didn't look at her and Qingjun.

Zhu Yourong looked at the man with his hands behind his back and said nothing, and sighed softly in his heart.

Are you still angry...why are you like a child...these men...the young ones are like this, and so are the old ones.

The woman in Confucian shirt shook her head slightly, thinking of a relative who was as stubborn as she was when she lost her temper, admitting death.

At this moment, there was some movement at the door.

Everyone turned their heads in a daze.

Zhu Yourong turned around directly, and walked towards the door.

At the same time, the guard outside the door has already opened the shutter, revealing a group of people outside the door.

At the door, Li Bai hugged his sword and slightly blocked the four Lin Lu Confucian scholars in the night ahead.

Zhao Rong turned around and saw a familiar figure.

They are Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, Sima Duyi, and...another 'Zhu Yourong'.

It's just that the eyes of this 'Zhu Yourong' are no longer white, but the original pair of beautiful willow eyes, clear and crystal clear.

At the same time, her disrespectful hair that fell like a waterfall has already been tied up into a Confucian crown, dignified and dignified.

This is the real body.

At this moment, the shutter opens.

In the hall, a pair of snow-eyed woman in Confucian shirt with loose blue hair went straight to the door and 'meeted' with the dignified Confucian woman with crown.

A real 'face to face'.

The snow-eyed Nascent Soul calmly walked into the body of the dignified and crowned Confucian woman.

Then, the two-in-one Zhu Yourong raised her head. Under the eyes of Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan and Sima Duyi, she looked serious and dignified, and glanced at Zhao Rong in the hall.

In front of people, the two still have a tacit understanding.

Zhao Rong nodded, and at the same time saluted the teacher and brother outside the door.

Zhu Yourong thanked Li Bai, then turned around, said a few words, took the initiative to take Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, and Sima Duyi to wait in the distance.

Because the entrance of the tent curtain is narrow, and Zhu Yourong and Li Bai's bodies blocked the view of the people behind, plus there are other people's family members inside, do not look at evil, these people from the academy did not notice much of the situation in the tent. Freeze the atmosphere.

The only thing is that Zhao Rong, who had escaped from danger, was reuniting with his wife—just now Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, Sima Duyi and others were on their way to Dali, and Zhu Yourong still reported some things to them.

At this moment, seeing their figures disappear temporarily, Zhao Rong lowered his head and straightened his clothes, and took out another Confucian shirt to put on.

At this time, there were only him, Concubine Zhao Ling, and Zhao Qian'er in the silent hall.

The three people who used to be close were now silent.

Zhao Rong acted silently, and after he finished dressing, he was ready to go out to entertain the master and brothers of the academy.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Rong's clothes with both hands.

The man stopped and didn't look back.

The woman smiled brightly, raised her head and asked: "Husband, can I go and make you your favorite preserved eggs?"

Zhao Rong paused slightly.

Seeing that her husband seemed to be hesitating, Concubine Zhao Ling's tone was as gentle as possible, looking forward to trembling: "It just so happens that Mr. Yan is also here, and he likes to eat just like my husband. I will prepare a few jars of wine. My husband will finish talking later. Bring the teachers over for supper."

After the words fell, Zhao Lingfei held her breath and waited.

She remembered that every time her husband was a little emotional in the past, as long as she held her hand like this and cooked her favorite dishes, he would calm down.

Zhao Rong paused for a while.

then.

hang your head.

Shake his head lightly.

"do not wait for me."

After a pause, he added, "Eat first."

gone.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er raised their hearts fiercely at first, and then slowly put them down.

Although Brother Rong still refused, at least he talked to them, didn't he?I still said a few words and asked them to eat first...

And he didn't leave indifferently, that kind of cold violence made women feel even more uncomfortable.

Xiao Qian'er breathed a sigh of relief, quickly wiped away the tears on her face, hurried to the door, poked her head out, eagerly watching Rong'er's back go away.

A pair of red peach blossom eyes looking forward to...

Concubine Zhao Ling stood quietly on the spot, looking down at her hands, with a dazed look on her pretty face.

"It turns out...he really didn't have that kind of thought. I...misunderstood him."

The woman murmured.

……

Zhao Rong left the tent, remained silent all the way, and rushed to join Zhu Yourong and others.

This time, the academy sent Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, and Sima Duyi, the seed of study, to investigate the student's attack and bring him back to the academy safely.

The people from the academy are all people Zhao Rong is familiar with.

Meng Zhengjun tacitly wanted to deal with this matter immediately.

She was the teacher who led Zhao Rong and others down the mountain this time, and she was almost the first person responsible for Zhao Rong's accident this time.

So he also went down the mountain with guilt in his heart, and came to make atonement.

And Mr. Yan applied to come here at the first time, and Zhao Rong was a disciple he valued and recommended to the academy. Of course, the old man couldn't just stand by and watch his murder.

As for Sima Duyi, as the seed of study, he is also the direct disciple of a certain deputy mountain chief, and is currently being sent by the deputy mountain chief to handle this matter on his behalf.

Because the deputy head of the mountain happened to be in the period of performing the duties of the head of the mountain, he was in charge of the upper and lower affairs of the academy. Take it seriously and deal with it.

The head of the mountain had only one intention, and that was to thoroughly investigate and support Zhao Rong to find the murderer and bring him to justice.