i have a sword fairy

Chapter 189
"So, Brother Rong, you entered Lin Lu Academy because of that letter, and that letter of recommendation may have been asked by Mr. Fang from the National Teacher?"

Concubine Zhao Ling sorted out what Zhao Rong just said in her mind, and said softly.

Zhao Rong looked at her expression and nodded: "If it wasn't for the help of the old lady at home, then it would be."

Zhao Lingfei lowered her eyes and thought for a while, "Mr. Fang should have done it."

Zhao Rong just talked to her about what happened on the road for more than half a year.

Concubine Zhao Ling listened very carefully, thinking carefully.

Seeing that his wife was very interested in his experiences, Zhao Rong suddenly became a little flustered. At present, of course, some people and things cannot be fully explained, and can only be briefly mentioned, but it is not a problem to keep doing this. so smart.

No, I have to find an opportunity to clarify with her... and Xiaoxiao...

Zhao Rong thought about it, and suddenly felt a headache.

He glanced at Concubine Zhao Ling, who was thinking about something while lowering her head, while holding his hand in both hands, gently stroking Zhao Rong's palm with her tender fingertips.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, thinking of Lin Wenruo in his heart, he smiled and prepared to talk to Concubine Zhao Ling about the affairs of Zhongnan Kingdom, but at this moment, Lu Zhu came to their table with great interest, and handed over a piece of paper with a smile, exuding floral.

It turned out that it was on the Gathering Collection, someone made an entry-level poem, and it was excerpted by the red carp girls at this time. The birth of poetry.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, and after receiving the paper, he and Concubine Zhao looked down.

Found above is a poem and a word.

Green Pearl smiled and said:

"This poem has entered the Luohua category. Although it is not a rare thing like the state of no self, it is already very rare to have a state of self. I have never heard of a new Luohua product being born in some poetry fairs recently. I didn't expect that today is just the time It happened, it was done by that Mr. Du, it's amazing."

Zhao Rong quickly read it silently and found that it was indeed good.

Luzhu tilted her head again, and said charmingly: "This poem was written by Fairy Liu, who entered the top class. Fairy Liu is not a Confucian student, but she can write high-quality poems. She is really a talented woman. It's a pity not to learn Confucianism... ..."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, handed the note to the lady, and he looked up.

The table where Du Yifu and Liu Kongyi are sitting is currently becoming the center of the gathering.

Many people stood nearby, nodding their heads to observe the two entry-level poems on the table that revealed visions.

Facing the praise of others, Du Yifu looked calm, with a faint smile on his lips, and cupped his hands, "It's just a fluke."

Liu Kongyi responded to the other women's admiration with a decent smile, glanced around, and found that almost all the audience's attention was on her, and Liu Kongyi felt happy.

At a certain moment, as if thinking of something, she glanced at Concubine Zhao Ling's position calmly, and seeing Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Rong were looking down at her poems together, Liu Kongyi raised the corner of her mouth, then looked away, and didn't go any further. read.

At the table of Zhao Rong and the others.

Luzhu silently read a few more lines of poems, and thought the rhythm was very interesting and catchy, she smiled and said: "Fake it... Mr. Zhao, Fairy Zhao, what do you think of these two poems? Well, they sound really good." Nice to hear."

After speaking, I read a few more words,
Zhao Rong smiled lightly and commented on the level, Lu Zhu scratched his head, but still nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and blinked: "It's very, it's very."

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing at this little red carp girl who pretended to understand.

However, he thinks this is very good. Although a little girl doesn't understand the rhyme and theory of poetry, she chews on the charm of poetry repeatedly with her natural love. This is the purest way of appreciating poetry as a poet outside the door. Beautiful way.

So what if you don't seek a deep understanding, read it a hundred times, and it's interesting every time, it's the first-class enjoyment.

Zhao Lingfei also smiled and nodded.

Green Pearl bounced away.

After she left, Concubine Zhao Ling leaned on Zhao Rong, raised her head slightly and whispered in his ear: "Brother Rong, I don't understand, but it should look good."

Zhao Rong smiled, well, he's a little idiot again, or an even stupider one.

But... this is his wife, it's better to be stupid, it's better to be stupid, it doesn't matter.

Too smart and too perfect sometimes gives Zhao Rong a sense of unreality.

Just like these male students in the Taiqing Mansion, they always thought that Concubine Zhao Ling was a legacy Qinglian, who could be viewed from a distance and not be played with.

But who of them knew that this cold and noble girl from Taiqing Mansion was secretly a stupid woman who went to learn how to weave and embroider secretly for the sake of her sweetheart, but clumsily embroidered mandarin ducks into fat ducks?

Only he knows her cuteness and clumsiness.

Zhao Rong pretended to think for a while, and said with a serious expression: "It's okay, in fact, my few words were just random nonsense, and the ghost knows why she nodded."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at him, and in the next second, she burst into a smile. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, and said crisply: "It's really dishonest, tell me quickly, have you ever bluffed me like this?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, he quickly raised his right hand, stretched out four fingers, and pointed four fingers at the sky.

In other words, in fact, he didn't say anything to deceive Qingjun, he just temporarily hid a certain little fox demon when he was telling about his experience on the road, and didn't go into details... But why is he so flustered?

Zhao Rong looked at the lady without squinting, and was about to speak.

Concubine Zhao Ling reached out to grab his hand and pressed it down, not making Zhao Rong swear.

All she wanted was Brother Rong's attitude.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded in satisfaction, and then turned her head to look at the active talents and beauties at the gathering. They were singing poems and fighting against each other.

"Brother Rong, why don't you write a poem for fun and have fun with them, don't worry about me. Although I don't understand these things, I can lay out paper and ink for you."

Zhao Rong looked at it and felt a little boring. He already had Qingjun, and Qingjun would not belittle him because of other people's opinions. If you don't make a mocking face or something, then there's no need to try to get that limelight.

It's better to sit obediently in the same position as the seniors on the field.

The beauty next to her, isn't she fragrant?

Look at the seniors, just like the big ones, sitting upright and explaining the interpretation of the scriptures to the female companions beside them, and soaring in the ocean of knowledge together. I didn't brew the tea, I didn't light the incense burner, I just sat there and listened expressionlessly...

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and looked directly at the lady, "No, I will only write poems for you now."

Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lower lip, and her two hands holding Zhao Rong's arm tightened.

Her eyes shifted, avoiding Zhao Rong's blunt gaze that wanted to melt her.

But Concubine Zhao Ling thought of the love letters that Zhao Rong wrote to her again, so she couldn't help but look at him again, thinking that having him in this life was enough.

Suddenly, the song "Shangxie" written by Zhao Rong flashed in Concubine Zhao Ling's mind.

He should have thought about this entry poem for a long time on the road before the "beautiful accident" happened, right?
That's Luohuapin, the state of selflessness, I don't know why he... lost so much weight along the way...

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't dare to think about it anymore, her heart ached.

　Uh, let me tell the newcomers, Xiaorong’s writing rhythm is very slow. If you read it all the way, you don’t feel it, but the update of two chapters of 4k characters every day seems very slow. If you wait uncomfortable, you can raise it. Raise ~

　　
　
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