i have a sword fairy

"Ah."

Zhao Rong looked at the graceful back of the woman in Confucian shirt in front of him, and was speechless for a while.

There was silence between the two, and they walked quietly for a while.

Just ten steps away from the entrance of the tomb passage ahead.

Zhao Rong still couldn't help but said, "That... how did you, little junior brother, die?"

The woman in the Confucian shirt turned her back to him, and pressed the corners of her raised lips, "Oh, I was just about to mention it to you..."

She nodded and pretended to sigh:

"He is too flamboyant and affectionate, he plays tricks everywhere. In fact, that's fine. The key is that he still dares to love the new and dislike the old, abandons his wives and concubines, and prepares to go far away. And his wives are not simple women, especially the first wife. Ever since, he was given by the ladies..."

"Well, I will stay with you forever. Although separated by a coffin board and soil, at least I have fulfilled the vow of forever companionship and never parting."

"..."

Zhao Rong: So... this is a love story where you had dinner at the end?

"Hahahahaha..."

Sword Spirit, who was also listening intently in Xinhu, couldn't help it, and was about to die laughing.

It tried its best to put on a straight face, and sincerely suggested: "Zhao Rong, you don't want to ask Zhu Yourong again, is her little junior brother just surnamed Zhao, hahahaha..."

Zhao Rong: Do you think you are very humorous?

At this moment, Zhu Yourong, who was walking in front, felt a little nervous for no reason when he saw that there was no sound from behind.

She felt that she had become very bold...

However, the matter has come to this point, and the words have been spoken.

Zhu Yourong spoke suddenly again, breaking the awkward silence between the two.

"So, Ziyu, I'm actually very experienced in some things, because I've seen these bloody lessons before, so I'm going to give you some warm advice today, you must listen carefully, you know?"

The woman in the Confucian shirt didn't look back.

She pursed her lips and smiled, her tone and smile were just right, with some warm concern for her bosom friends.

"Hurry up and go home and accompany your wife."

Zhao Rong nodded, with a serious face, serious and thankful:

"Well, I see, thank you Mr. Zhu Da."

At this moment, the two stepped forward one after another, passing through the isolation circle at the entrance of the imperial mausoleum at the end of the tomb passage.

In an instant, the strong water vapor of the waterfall mixed with the roaring sound of splashing water rushed towards the face.

Instantly 'overwhelmed' the two of them.

The woman's figure disappeared immediately.

leave directly.

From the beginning to the end of the heart-to-heart talk just now, she never looked back at the calm man behind her.

But... She felt that she didn't come home empty-handed.

Chapter 586 Her teacher's kindness has deteriorated

Zhu Yourong left.

She took a step first and returned north to Duyou City.

At the intersection behind Huangling Waterfall, Zhao Rong stood quietly for a while in the thick water vapor.

At this moment, he was copying his sleeves, reached into the sleeves and touched something, then turned around immediately, ready to open the mechanism that separates the water flow of the waterfall.

At this time, in Xinhuli, Gui nodded and said:

"Zhao Rong, what little junior brother Zhu Yourong just said, it should be about you, right? Apart from the two points of madly pursuing her and being slaughtered by women for dinner, which have not happened so quickly, other aspects are not compatible with your current situation. To say they are similar is to say they are exactly the same.”

Zhao Rong didn't respond, turned on the mechanism, and the waterfall separated.

He left the Huangling Waterfall alone, came to the shore, hesitated for a moment, and chose to walk upstream of the Huangling Waterfall, which is the direction of his current home.

Gui couldn't help but said: "Hey, did you really not hear it or did you pretend you didn't?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Where am I talking nonsense, a certain big-breasted female gentleman almost missed your name."

Jian Ling pouted, "Why did she make up this 'Little Junior Brother', and why did she tell you about her relationship...you really can't understand?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

The man still shook his head calmly, rolled his sleeves and walked on the way home.

The footsteps did not stop at all, just like returning home after work in an ordinary afternoon.

Then Gui is determined to wake him up.

There was a momentary silence between the two.

At a certain moment, the flat and determined voice of the sword spirit came from the lake in his heart:

"Don't lie to yourself, Mr. Zhu, who you respect, trust and even get close to, has changed his teacher's kindness to you. Well, you can continue to find excuses to say that she is just your confidant and friend, just joking among friends. "

It sighed slightly. "But it's obvious that her blunt words just now... well, the great friendship you thought of in a serious way, has also been shamefully spoiled by Fellow Daoist Yourong."

Sword Spirit's lazy and willful voice echoed in the silent Zhao Rong's ears.

"It's good now. Before she left, she directly threw this 'question' to you. She didn't even dare to read your reaction and ran back to the academy... However, this suddenly brave Mr. Zhu Da is probably Waiting for your response and processing."

Zhao Rong was still calm, and his pace remained unchanged.

It's not a big deal to watch the excitement a little bit.

At this time, it coughed, and said seriously: "Zhao Rong, you still say you are not a scumbag?"

Indeed, he clearly told Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er yesterday that the relationship between him and Mr. Zhu was normal and there was no adultery.

However, Zhu Yourong, who is intellectual and dignified today, has betrayed the great friendship.

It is true that he stabbed Zhao Rong severely in the back.

After the sword spirit fell, he patiently waited for someone's response.

However, Zhao Rong still copied his hands and walked forward alone.

He walked quietly for a while, but paused slightly, "Have you finished?"

Jian Ling said honestly: "It's over, now it's your turn, Zhao Rong."

"It's very good, don't talk about it next time." He said lightly.

Return: "..."

Zhao Rong didn't make a sound anymore, but still looked normal, and walked towards the house where Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er were.

After walking for a while, his hand touched something in his sleeve again.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong remained silent all the way, and returned to the bamboo forest house built by the Confucian scholars guarding the tomb upstream.

It was afternoon at this time, and the rare autumn sun was in full bloom today, shining on the semi-abandoned courtyards in the bamboo forest, adding a touch of warmth to the cold late autumn.

Zhao Rong scrambled his hands, passing by the courtyard of the bamboo forest where life and death were once lived, passing by the bamboo forest with thousands of bamboo leaves, and passing by a small stream...

In the end, Zhao Rong stopped suddenly at the corner of the intersection not far in front of the elegant courtyard where he and Qingjun Qian'er stayed.

One more step forward, and you're home.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who had always had a calm and normal face, suddenly showed some...a look of guilt, a look of self-blame.

It also contains some complex expressions.

For example... Confusion, doubt, etc.

Zhao Rong suddenly took a deep breath, raised his foot, and walked forward... half a step.

The man's head protruded slightly from the corner of the intersection, allowing him to see clearly the scene in the elegant courtyard not far away.

In the field of vision of Zhao Rong quietly watching.

In the yard, Qing Jun was combing her hair in a startled bun, as if she had just finished her bath and incense, she was wearing a thin and close-fitting light pink inner skirt, drying his and her clothes and the quilt that she slept in last night in the yard.

Under the warm sunshine, Qingjun turned his side to the contemplative Zhao Rong, bowed his head, and placed Zhao Rong's boots in the sun, his delicate body was outlined by the close-fitting skirt.

She looked calm and focused, and she didn't know if she was thinking about when her husband would return at this moment.

Little Qian'er could not be seen in the yard, she should be in the house, or the little girl couldn't stop going out.

Thinking of the latter possibility, Zhao Rong quickly withdrew his foot and looked behind him.

Afraid of being bumped into by her when she returns.

But fortunately, in the next second, Zhao Rong heard a clear and sweet call belonging to a girl, coming from the east wing of the elegant courtyard.

"Miss, help me pour some more hot water, hoo hoo, the water in the bucket is cold again."

Qing Jun, who was drying the quilts in the courtyard, turned around helplessly, "Qian'er, why are you still in the tub? It's been two quarters of an hour. Hurry up and get out of the bath."

"Miss, I want to clean up. There was too much blood on my body yesterday. I don't know if I washed it off when I took a shower last night. I always feel a little uncomfortable when I sleep at night. I don't know if Brother Rong smelled it." No blood, do you feel disgusted..."

The cute girl in the bathtub in the house lowered her voice, "I used to sleep with Brother Rong, and when I got up in the morning, he would bury his face in my hair and smell me, and prick me with beard stubble... This morning he didn't move at all, he was calm It's scary, last night was also..."

Zhao Rong, who was hiding in the corner, pursed his lips.

In the courtyard, Qing Jun was also silent, brushing the hair on his forehead behind his ears with his slender fingers, and turned to enter the house.

"By the way, miss, give me the soap you used to wash your hair. The 'cold soap' produced by Cuixianfang smells so good. I want to use it too. Brother Rong seems to like it too. Well, I said before How come he rubs against you so much every time we make out..."

Xiao Qian'er became happy and called Miss.

Qingjun shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, it's okay, you wash it quickly."

Xiao Qian'er suddenly said: "Miss, when do you think Brother Rong'er will come back?"

"I don't know, he may be busy...don't bother him."

"Oh, Qian'er knows, so I definitely won't bother him."

The sound of splashing water came from the East Wing. Zhao Rong, who was familiar with the girl, could even imagine that it should be Xiaoqian'er standing up in the bathtub, with two white and tender shoulders exposed, and when she felt cold, she made a splash. He hid again under the water surface of the bathtub and hugged his little arms to keep warm.

In the east wing, little Qian'er was bathed in the fragrant bath of floating petals, her wet hair was combed in front of her round and small left shoulder.

She only had a small head sticking out of the water, her wet face was closed and her eyes were closed, and she was chanting:

"...But Miss, do you think Brother Rong'er will finish things quickly and come back early~"

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling, who was about to enter the house, paused in front of the door, turned her head suddenly, and looked at the only corner road outside the courtyard.

It seems to be blessed to the soul.

however.

There was no sign of him.

There was no footsteps that she was very familiar with from places she couldn't see behind the corner.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared there for three breaths with a dazed expression, as if she was fantasizing about something... But immediately, she shook her head lightly and turned her head.

Just at this time, Xiaoqian'er, who was bathing behind the screen in the East Wing, heard the naive murmur again.

"Miss, help me take down the towel, I forgot again..."

As the girl finished speaking, a delicate sword with strange patterns of white jade flew out from the East Wing with a crisp jingle, and came to help the little master get the towel.

Poor and dignified holding a first-class flying sword, but it is doing this job for a certain unreliable girl.

Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses, shook her head helplessly, and went into the house with the swing to get things...

……

I don't know when, Zhao Rong has left the elegant courtyard silently.

The place where they call 'home'.

He still folded his sleeves, his pace remained the same, and he was returning the same way at this moment.