i have a sword fairy

Chapter 155 Jingzi and Mister

At this moment, Jingzi wished she could pounce on the prodigal scholar who dared to speak lightly of her, and then find a hole in the ground to burrow in, and never see anyone again.

She was ashamed and angry, and her heart was in a mess. Facing Zhao Rong's pair, her mind went blank.

Jingzi used to follow her husband all the time, and none of the men she came into contact with was a modest gentleman with good words and deeds, at least in front of her and her husband. After coming to the academy, for some reason, she was offered by the students of the academy as aunts, not to mention her family. This group of down-and-out scholars who can't even enter the gate of the academy are gone.

But I didn't expect to meet a lecherous disciple today who would say such flirtatious words.

She had seen this kind of language occasionally in some miscellaneous books when she was reading a book before, and she would snap the pages of the book shut with a blushing face, and spit lightly in annoyance.

However, now, such words were actually spoken to her by this prodigal scholar in public!
Jing Zi stared fixedly at Zhao Rong, biting her red lips with a purple seal, she only felt that half of her innocence in her life had been ruined by Zhao Rong.

Jingzi's chest rose and fell violently, she sucked her nose hard, and held back the stuff that was about to overflow from her eye sockets.

At this moment, my mind was blank, and I heard Zhao Rong asking and answering two pairs in succession.

She gritted her silver teeth, and her voice was no longer clear and crisp, but a little low and trembling.

"You, you make another one, the one just now doesn't count... I didn't listen carefully."

Zhao Rong nodded when he heard the words, and seeing her little appearance that was about to cry, his heart moved, and he suddenly said: "Xun Xun Xun Mi, deserted, miserable and miserable."

When Jingzi heard this sentence, her brows gradually frowned, and she savored this wonderful long sentence that she had never heard before, and she said seriously:
"Is this sentence a broken sentence, can there be more behind it?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile, without answering.

Seeing that Zhao Rong ignored her, Jing Zi had no choice but to twist the corner of her clothes with two fingers, and then closed her eyes and thought for a while.

"Like a hesitation..."

She raised her head and then stopped.

"Think about it..."

She whispered a few words and shook her head vigorously.

The more you chew on Zhao Rong's strange and long sentences, the more wonderful, ingenious and thought-provoking...

If she forced her to deal with it, she could barely cope with it, but anyone with a discerning eye could see this kind of coping, and she was too embarrassed to do it...

Jing Zi lowered her head and stared at her toes, but she could still feel the gazes of the audience, especially the calm eyes of that "loitering scholar", who obviously didn't even have a Fuyao state, but it put her under great pressure.

Jingzi's little hand hangs down, not knowing where to put it, the corner of her clothes is almost torn.

Zhao Rong waited quietly for half a quarter of an hour, he looked up at the sun, guessed that the time was almost up, then looked back and comforted softly: "Okay, girl, let's go back and think about it slowly, if it doesn't work, go ask others , um, according to the agreement, what should you call me now?"

The girl in blue had an innocent complexion, she lowered her head and did not look at Zhao Rong who spoke and the eyes behind him.

At a certain moment, she loosened her white teeth, let go of her purple lips, and hesitantly squeezed out three words from her throat.

"Big brother……"

Zhao Rong blinked, "Speak louder, I can't hear you."

Jing Zi clenched the corner of her hand suddenly, she was silent for a moment without seeing her expression clearly, her voice was still like a mosquito.

"Big brother……"

Zhao Rong listened carefully and sighed, "Okay, you yelled twice, but the last sentence should be louder, I don't know, I thought you were acting like a baby here, it's not good to misunderstand..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Zi suddenly raised her head and shouted softly, "Big brother!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, but he was not frightened by the sudden sound. He looked at this self-respecting girl sincerely, and praised:
"Good! Very energetic, little sister!"

Jingzi couldn't bear it anymore, she had never suffered such grievances since Qiling, her eyes were instantly crystal clear, very bright in the sunlight, she hurriedly raised her hand to block it, "You wait for my old lady!"

The girl in blue put down a harsh word and ran into the door. Before leaving, she tore up the strange couplets on the wooden door and took them away.

Zhao Rong glanced at her receding back, looked back at the stunned crowd, and shrugged.

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There is a quiet courtyard in the southeast corner of Linlu Academy, hidden among lush green forests.

There is a lot of powder outside the courtyard, but in the courtyard, there is only a strange fragrance. Looking around, there are a lot of flowers and plants.

The most eye-catching thing is the orchids of no less than a dozen colors, red, yellow, white, green, blue and orange. They should have formed a gorgeous and charming color, but they were ingeniously cut and placed by the owner of the courtyard for the elegant and quiet decoration. .

There is a gap at the root of the courtyard wall to flow into the clear water, which circles to the front yard and comes out of the orchid bushes in circles.

The courtyard is connected with the Yonglu Road and decorated with mountains and rocks. A plaque of "Yi Lan You Zi" is hung on the edifice of a study in the middle.

The door of the study is closed tightly, while the casement is open.

Looking into the room through the window, a beauty couch is placed in front of the window, not far away, there is a large pear marble case in the middle, on which there are various calligraphy posts, dozens of squares of precious inkstones, and pen holders of various colors. , the pens inserted in the sea of ​​pens are like trees.

The courtyard is quiet, only the sound of winding water and the sweet fragrance floating in the heart and lungs.

At this moment, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open.

A handsome Confucian scholar in a large moon-white robe walked into the courtyard.

There was no one around at this time.

The elegant Confucian scholar held the scroll behind his back with one hand, raised his slender index finger with the other hand, and stroked it in the air like a dragonfly touching water or a butterfly flying.

He has a straight posture, light steps, and a focused expression, as if he is using air as paper and fingers as pens to splash ink.

The elegant Confucian scholar walked along a zigzagging flower path, skillfully avoiding those fragrant orchids of different colors.

At a certain moment, the delicate Confucian scholar stopped moving his hands, and nodded his head thoughtfully. The slender hand that used his finger as the pen no longer wrote, but lifted it at will, and stretched it behind his head, with his head slightly tilted.

Among the blooming flowers, she gently pulled the kerchief on her head that tied up the man's temples, and the jet-black hair slid down like a waterfall and fell on her shoulders.

The woman in the Confucian shirt has picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

She tilted her head suddenly, and raised her hand to push the smooth but messy black hair behind her ears, revealing half of her curvaceous oval face, and rubbed her fair and exquisite ears with two fingers.

When she was approaching the study, she suddenly stopped and squatted down.

There is a light pink orchid that has fallen seedlings on the flower path.

The woman in the Confucian shirt frowned slightly, gently lifted the flower with both hands, a hand as frosty as snow penetrated into the black wet mud, turned over, she looked down at the root of the flower, her expression focused, her brows were tightly knit After a while, he sighed with dim eyes.

The Confucian woman dug out the withered orchids, walked to the clear stream in the courtyard, washed the orchids carefully, and then buried the orchids in the southeast corner of the courtyard.

After tidying up, the Confucian-clothed woman pushed open the door, put the scroll in her hand on the beauty's couch, and turned around to walk towards a screen full of ink characters in the room.

Step by step.

While walking, he untied the belt of the moon-white Confucian shirt.

The Confucian shirt, which was originally loose to cover her figure, became even looser...

boom--

At this moment, a sound came from the yard.

The hand on the chest of the Confucian woman who was about to take off her clothes stopped suddenly, and she suddenly looked back.

A fiery girl in blue slammed into the door with her mouth pouting.

There is still a pair of couplets in the little hand.

　Thanks to the sister of "Heaven's Little Gate" for the reward of [-] coins!Thank you brothers for your support! ! ! (There is still a chapter in the early morning, I am writing, I should not sleep, I bought a bottle of magic claw to drink, ho ho ho ho!)
　　
　
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