i have a sword fairy

Chapter 174 Rainstorm
at night.

After a busy day, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu bought wine and returned to the yard.

Tonight is dark and windy.

Zhao Rong is now in the open-air courtyard, holding his wine and looking up, but he can't see a single star.

He whispered "return" a few more times in his heart, but still no one answered.

"Ziyu, what are you thinking?" Fan Yushu asked wearily.

He had been so listless all day since what happened in the morning.

Zhao Rong looked away, "It's okay."

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong again, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Tonight they have already agreed not to get drunk or to return home.

Fan Yushu looked up at the sky, frowned, and muttered, "It looks like it's raining, it's not too young."

He is a native of Duyou City and knows the weather here quite well.

Afterwards, they went into Fan Yushu's house to drink.

To Zhao Rong's surprise, Fan Yushu didn't intend to confide in him while drinking.

He didn't tell Zhao Rong the story of him and Ye Lanzhi.

Inside the room, Fan Yushu was leaning on a chair, drinking with his head covered.

It seems to belong to the type that the more you drink, the less you talk.

But Zhao Rong didn't care, anyway, he didn't really want to chat, but he was a little afraid that Fan Yushu would be overwhelmed, so he came to accompany him. Anyway, he was the first classmate Zhao Rong knew when he just entered the academy. here.

The two just drank wine, but Fan Yushu drank one cup after another, while Zhao Rong took a sip from time to time and occasionally looked out the window.

The night passed quietly.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Fan Yushu leaned back, fell on the back of the chair, supported the handle of the chair with one hand, and shook the wine glass with three fingers in the other hand, staring straight at the shaking wine, wondering what he was thinking.

"Ziyu." He said suddenly.

Zhao Rong looked away from the window, "Hmm."

Fan Yushu's eyes were drunk, but he leaned forward and said in a serious tone, "Do you know who I am?"

Looking at his mysterious appearance, Zhao Rong raised the corners of his lips slightly, then lowered them again, with a solemn expression.

"Hey, who are you?"

"My surname is Fan."

"Well, that's right."

"My surname is Fan."

"I know."

"My home is in Duyou East City."

"and then."

"I..." Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong's expression speechlessly, with his eyes still wide open waiting for his answer, and he didn't understand his hint at all.

Can't help but let out a long sigh, these are all strange classmates whom I know.

But Fan Yushu thought about it, and remembered that Zhao Rong was not from Duyou City, and it seemed that he had just come to Duyou City not long ago.

He suddenly lost some interest, and said directly: "My grandfather's name is Fan Tao, and my family has a house on a remote mountain. There is also a business on the mountain called Thatched Cottage Shop, which also belongs to our Fan family."

After a few casual words, Fan Yushu didn't continue.

For example, most of the west city was expanded by Youlan Mansion asking the Fan family to borrow money.

For example, among the shops on Wangquezhou Mountain, there are several thousand-year-old brands, and Caotang Shop is one of them.

For another example, his grandfather originally wanted to buy all the private houses on Youshan Mountain, but Mrs. Ziyi didn't nod, and the owners of other private houses were not short of money, so he let it go, but his grandfather still thought about it and often muttered It would be great if I could live alone on the mountain with Mrs. Ziyi...

He didn't say much, what he said should be enough.

Fan Yushu suddenly raised his head, poured the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp, but he still maintained a posture of looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle after drinking, leaving half a "delicate" little white face, facing Zhao Rong sideways, with hazy and melancholy eyes.

This set of moves is simply coquettish.

Zhao Rong blinked, glanced at Fan Yushu who was peeking at his expression, thought for a while, and said cautiously, "Is the Fan family you're talking about powerful?"

Fan Yushu straddled his shoulders, put down his upturned Erlang legs, and stomped the wine glass in his hand towards the table, but put it down lightly when he was about to approach the table, and waved his hand in the air, "It's not a question of whether it's powerful or not, it's really It's the kind, the kind that's rare..."

He paused, but still couldn't find the words, Fan Yushu sighed, "Forget it, let's not talk about it."

He raised his head and drank coquettishly.

Zhao Rong nodded half-understanding, and suddenly remembered some impressions. He seemed to have seen the name of this thatched shop at Longquandu in the south of Wangque, and he seemed to have seen the name of this shop at some Xianjia Ferries along the way, but at the beginning Liu Sanbian was the one who went to those stores to buy things, and he was waiting elsewhere, so he didn't care about it.

But there is a house on Youshan, which was mentioned by Miss Lu Wan.

So, similar to Wen Ruo, he is a son of a rich family of nobles?

But...what to do with me.

Zhao Rong took a sip of his wine, nodded and praised, "Your store is quite far away."

I remember that Zhong Xiuzhai, who gathered all the resources of Zhongnan Mountain, only had a semicolon on the northern mountain of Wangque.

Fan Yushu finally understood that Zhao Rong didn't know anything, and he was really an innocent scholar from the mountain...Fan Yushu originally thought that Zhao Rong could become the husband of Concubine Zhao Ling, and his identity and background might be the same as that of a prominent Zhao family on Wangquezhou Mountain. In particular, there is also a Zhao family in Duyou City, which is one of the top ten aristocratic families just like their Fan family...

He casually replied: "It's okay, my thatched cottage shop can buy almost everything..."

Fan Yushu's words suddenly stopped, he was stunned for a while, his eyes were fixed on the wine in the glass, the orange candlelight was reflected in it.

It seems that I thought of something that I can't buy, such as a woman's heart...

Fan Yushu remained silent, and continued drinking with his head covered, even more vicious than before.

Zhao Rong looked at this classmate who suddenly became depressed, and sighed softly, but he was not comforted. After all, he just met him not long ago, and he didn't know much about other people's emotions. Besides, he hasn't even chased his wife back yet. Qualified to enlighten others...

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong suddenly felt melancholy, and couldn't help drinking a few more glasses.

Such and such.

The night was deeper.

The moon is high above the sky outside the window, but the wind is getting more and more urgent.

In the house, Fan Yushu was so drunk that he was about to faint, while the other person was still sober.

Zhao Rong looked at the sky outside the window again, the sound of the wind was rushing, and there was a tendency that the rain was about to come.

He got up to close the creaking wooden window, and glanced into the room.

Zhao Rongli thought for a moment, then said to Fan Yushu, who was drunk and talking to himself, "Brother Yushu, let me borrow your pen and paper."

After repeating it three times, Fan Yushu nodded and waved drunkenly.

Zhao Rong walked to Fan Yushu's desk and took out a piece of paper that was full of fragrance and made of extraordinary material.

Before I heard Fan Yushu say that this is a special product of a small country in the east of Wangquezhou. This country is rich in paper, ink, brush and inkstone and other study tributes.

The pale pink paper right now is called Hualian paper, and it is the first-class top grade carefully selected among them.

"Brother Yushu is really proud."

Zhao Rong shook his head and chuckled, and began to write a love letter to Qing Jun tomorrow on the Hualian paper, which was estimated to be more expensive than all the rice paper he had used before.

Soon.

Zhao Rong stopped writing, sealed the letter, and went to shake the shoulder of Fan Yushu, who was already drunk.

"Brother Yushu, wake up, wake up, please, please send me a letter tomorrow morning, to Qingjun, I have something to do tomorrow, I have to ask for leave to leave Taiqing Mansion for a day, I will probably come back very late, hello, wake up Brother Yushu, did you hear that tomorrow..."

Zhao Rong yelled several times before Fan Yushu understood. He nodded in a daze, pulled his sleeve, and while pulling Zhao Rong to drink, he patted his chest to promise to deliver the letter.

Zhao Rong nodded, and put the love letter on the desk, but he was a little worried after walking a few steps, but it was late at night, and he had to hurry, so he went early and returned early, that's all he could do... He thought for a while, returned to the desk, and put The side of the envelope with the name written on it faced up, and then covered Fan Yushu who was sleeping on the table with a blanket, then opened the door and left.

He is going on a long trip.

Looking at the weather outside, it should be raining heavily tomorrow, and now I can hear bursts of thunder, so the weather is not to be missed.

Zhao Rong has always remembered the Li Ji sword pill in Ting Ni's purple gold furnace. At the beginning, he said that it would be fine as long as it was placed on the top of the mountain in thunderstorm weather. Although he was still skeptical, he still believed it.

The only thing I'm worried about is that Guigui is still sleeping, and I can't contact it anymore...

Zhao Rong thought about it, and decided to try it, but he had to find a safe place far away, so that no one would miss it.

Thinking so, Zhao Rong set off overnight.

next morning.

The torrential rain that started last night is still falling.

The entire Taiqing Mansion was washed by rain.

Thunder bursts in the sky.

Boom————!
Inside the house, Fan Yushu woke up suddenly and raised his head vigilantly.

Looking around, I found that it was inside the house, and it was raining outside.

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his sore neck, and vaguely remembered that he drank with Zhao Rong yesterday, and fell asleep while drinking...

Fan Yushu frowned suddenly, realizing that it was getting late and he had slept for too long, so he hurried to the morning class.

He packed up his things in a hurry and went out. When he passed the desk, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, picked up a pale pink letter from the desk, stuffed it into his sleeve, and walked out quickly.

In the past, he would put the love letter on the desk every night after writing it.

It was dark and the rain was pouring.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Fan Yushu called Ziyu in the yard, but no one answered.

"Don't call me to class."

He muttered something, then hurried to Nanci Jingshe, handed the love letters in his sleeves to the female officers, left in a sentence "Xiaheyuan", and left in a hurry, almost late for morning class...

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This is the seventh time Concubine Zhao Ling came out to inquire today.

Facing her question, the female officials outside Nanci Jingshe shook their heads in confusion.

The high-haired female officer thought for a while, "Miss Zhao, your...husband, he didn't seem to come to deliver the letter this morning, and the companion who was with him in the past seemed to come, but he didn't."

Concubine Zhao Ling held the hand of the umbrella handle, pinching it a little pale, "I see, thank you."

She narrowed her long eyes, puffed up slightly, and left.

She was not in the mood to practice all morning, Zhao Lingfei frowned slightly, and looked out the window from time to time, her mood was just like the weather outside.

But at noon, Zhao Rong still didn't come to deliver the letter.

As promised three times a day, it’s fine if I’m lazy in the morning, but I haven’t come at noon...

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were mournful, and she walked back and forth in the boudoir, her steps were quick and slow.

At a certain moment, she stopped suddenly, stood still, closed her eyes, and gritted her white teeth lightly.

Brother Rong, you only sent 35 love letters for [-] days, and you can't keep going?It's not as long as I knit a shirt for you, so you can't insist on coaxing me for a while?
Concubine Zhao Ling was a little angry, she just gambled, her pretty face gradually paled, her eyes wandered, and her heart trembled.

Slowly, Concubine Zhao Ling's beautiful long eyes sparkled, and she sniffled lightly.

next second.

Then he turned around, grabbed an oil-paper umbrella, and hurriedly went out to find the heartbroken man.

In the heavy rain, Zhao Lingfei hurried to the Four Seasons Hall,

Classes are in progress in the classroom at this time.

She pursed her lips tightly, her crescent eyebrows stood upright, and her gaze swept over everyone in the hall one by one, looking for the heartbroken man, but there was no sign of him from the first row to the last row.

Concubine Zhao Ling scanned it several times, but there was still no Zhao Rong, she frowned.

She waited patiently until the get out of class was over, and hurriedly stopped a scholar.

"Sorry to bother you, do you know where Zhao Ziyu has gone?"

The academician was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at the good-looking woman under the umbrella with a mole under her left eye, and was a little stunned.

Concubine Zhao Ling asked anxiously again.

"Oh, Junior Brother Zhao, he asked Senior Brother for leave today, and he didn't come to class. Well, may I ask you..."

Before the Academy scholar could finish speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly turned around and left without staying for a moment.

The rain splashed the corners of her skirt along the way, and she, who rarely talked to outsiders in the past, stopped people to inquire all the way, and finally came to the courtyard where Zhao Rong lived.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to the window of Zhao Rong's house and looked inside, but there was no one there.

She then asked the students of the academies living nearby, including the classmate she remembered who often went to Nanci Jingshe with Zhao Rong.

They learned that Zhao Rong seemed to have asked for leave to go out for something, but they didn't know what it was.

Zhao Lingfei breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that he didn't intentionally not deliver the letter, but... why did he say a word.

What the hell did he go out for? This weather...

Concubine Zhao Ling was standing outside Zhao Rong's house, she glanced at the heavy rain dripping outside the eaves.

The sky was dim, and there was the sound of rain in all directions, but the occasional flashes of light illuminated the dark world.

Thunder roared.

Concubine Zhao Ling's brows were still unfurled.

Where did he go?

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It seemed to be night.

The dark sky all day made it hard to tell whether it was day or night.

The rain has lessened, but it is still heavy.

In the dark, Zhao Rong was dressed in a coir raincoat and returned to the Fourth Mansion of Taiqing in the rain.

Along the way, he cursed.

It's a pity that now that Gui is sleeping, Zhao Rong can only vent by himself.

Damn it, I agreed to make a bang, but it turned out that dozens of bangs were useless, and I almost got hit...

Zhao Rong set off last night, and after driving for several hours, he finally found a suitable mountain in a wilderness. He put the stove on it, but lightning struck him, but after he took the risk of taking the stove down, he found that it was useless. No……

Li Ji Jianwan is still an illusion. According to Gui, if the Jianwan is perfect, it should turn into an existence between fiction and reality, but Zhao Rong fished it into the stove, and it was still the moon in the well, with no hair.

Zhao Rong returned to the courtyard, and as he walked, he became more and more angry.

After a busy day in the heavy rain, even with the coir raincoat, the rain still soaked my whole body.

And this autumn rain is accompanied by bursts of cool wind.

The wet body was cold to the bone.

Even Zhao Rong's physique in the Zhenyi period was a little unbearable.

Not long after, in the darkness, Zhao Rong walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard, ready to take the key to open the door, but in the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of a figure moving quietly in the darkness not far away, as if preparing to go away.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, his heart moved suddenly, and he hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

The figure seemed to be aware of his pursuit, and the speed increased, and it was about to escape into the darkness.

But at this moment.

"Qingjun."

Zhao Rong shouted out of nowhere.

In the darkness, the beautiful figure stopped suddenly.

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