i have a sword fairy

Chapter 241 Heart Talk and Farewell
"Qing Jun, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Huh..." Concubine Zhao Ling opened her mouth slightly, panting.

"Qing Jun, really."

"Wow, where is it uncomfortable?" Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head, the right shoulder of the lotus blue silk smock that she put on outside her clothes had slipped off, she stretched her arms, and put on the robe again.

"It's uncomfortable everywhere." Zhao Rong looked sincere.

Concubine Zhao Ling tidied up her clothes for a while, thought for a while, raised her head and said seriously: "It's getting cold in autumn, then drink more hot water."

Zhao Rong stared intently at Concubine Zhao Ling's peach-blossoming cheeks, nodded in agreement and said:
"I'm tired of studying at night, so Qingjun will pour me hot water to drink, otherwise I'll forget it again."

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head, stretched out her hand to support her hairpin, and Qing Jing, who sat on her beautiful hairpin, carefully combed the few strands of black hair that had slid down Concubine Zhao Lingjie's smooth forehead.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling's face tensed when she heard the words, and she shook her head, "You are not afraid of me kicking... no."

Zhao Rong took her hand and said seriously: "Don't do bad things, really, just pour some hot water for me at night to quench my thirst."

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't understand the "tricks" of this bamboo horse husband, and even heard the traps in his words clearly. It's not that she has a lot of impure thoughts, but that she has suffered too much at the hands of this bad guy. He is already familiar with the plausible words that coax people in advance and explain them afterwards.

Zhao Lingfei accepted his words, raised her head lightly, glanced at the sun that had risen into the hollow, got up and took his hand directly, and walked out of the dilapidated courtyard.

"It's getting late, let's go back quickly, we promised the fish senior in your school, she will teach you how to practice the piano in the afternoon."

The two of them didn't stop at one step, and left the abandoned yard they had discovered by accident. They continued to step on the crisp fallen leaves, returned the same way, and stepped out of the mountain forest.

Seeing that Qingjun didn't fall for it, and mentioned Yu Huaijin, who had a stern face "collecting debts", Zhao Rong curled his lips, "Why are you standing by her side? Could it be that there was a fight and sympathy for each other?" Come on, come on, let me go, you go live with her."

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little bit dumbfounded, why she was like a child, she was also jealous, and said she was jealous.

"Where am I standing on her side, Brother Rong, why am I not thinking about it for you, I almost cut out this heart and held it in front of your eyes."

Concubine Zhao Ling gave Zhao Rong a sad look.

At this time, walking among the autumn leaves, this tearful woman stared at Zhao Rong with bright eyes and bright teeth and said:
"In the morning, if she didn't suddenly see her restraining you with a ceremony, Lingfei was anxious, and she was afraid that you would be bullied by other ordinary people in the academy like this in the future who thought there was no one behind you. I am not a woman. I would rashly make a move in this strict academy."

She paused, and then said: "On the way here before, I heard from the senior brother that Yu Huaijin in the candid hall you are in is doing his duty. sexual consideration,

Since Rong'er brother, you are not proficient in music, and Yu Huaijin just wants to teach you dutifully, why not take this opportunity to make up for it, as long as her methods are not too harsh. "

Zhao Rong felt the strength of Qing Jun's tight grip on his hand, he slightly raised his head, looked at the blue and white sky through the leaf gap, and the leaked sunlight spread on the two of them.

Zhao Rong said softly:
"I really don't have much interest in music art. Let's not talk about this music. I have never heard too much meaning. Junziqin is always in his body. Music art is headed by qin.

But the practice of this piano art, as far as I can see at a glance, is all boring skills, monotonous fingering, and tedious execution, which is even more boring than the rigid etiquette. At least the latter can delve into the world What’s the point of this music art…”

Having said that, Zhao Rong shook his head, looking away from the sky beyond Ye Xiao.

Zhao Lingfei seemed to understand, although she was born in a noble and wealthy family of the dynasty at the foot of the mountain, she was not an ordinary aristocratic lady. She took another road to the sky. It was secretly practiced for Zhao Rong later, and he didn't know how to learn the art of piano.

Concubine Zhao Ling thought for a while and said, "Isn't Confucianism also boring? Why does Brother Rong like this?"

Zhao Rong's eyes were piercing, and when he heard a topic of interest, he turned his head to look at Concubine Zhao Ling, and began to talk more.

"This is different. Although you have to immerse yourself in the sea of ​​classics, you can appreciate the philosophies of the sages, the charm of insightful thinking, and delve into the knowledge of the great way. I think it is very interesting and comfortable. ..."

"Qingjun, let me tell you that yesterday I found out some new meanings in an obscure Analects in "Erya", which I have never seen before in other commentaries on the scriptures. I don't know if I was the first to taste it, I will ask Mr. Yan another day..."

Zhao Rongyue spoke more vigorously. He clasped the catkins of the woman beside him with one hand, and slid down the sleeves with the other, putting the flat ends in front of his abdomen, lifting his chin lightly, and the scarf on his head fluttered in the autumn wind in the forest.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head, staring blankly at Zhao Rong at this time, suddenly she was in a trance.

He is still the same as when he was a child, and he likes to talk with her about favorite things and interesting things with great interest. Although Concubine Zhao Ling doesn't understand most of the time, she likes to listen, and she only hopes that Brother Rong can only tell her.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled sweetly, feeling that Brother Rong'er at this moment is elegant, elegant, and exceptionally handsome, far better than all the handsome men she has ever seen, and extremely good-looking.

"By the way, I have finished reading the few copies I got from Mr. Yan, and I will ask for a few more copies later."

"Qingjun, haha, the last time I went to Mr. Yan's to return the book, Mr. Yan still didn't believe that I read it so fast. He thought I was just skimming, so he opened the book and took some sentences to test me a few times. Qingjun, guess what?"

Concubine Zhao Ling stretched out her hand to straighten Zhao Rong's collar, without even thinking about it, she opened her mouth slightly.

"Brother Rong must have answered all the questions correctly. Mr. Yan must have praised Brother Rong, and he was very surprised."

"No, I was all wrong."

"..." Zhao Lingfei.

Zhao Rong blinked.

"I answered all the meanings that I understood when I read it carefully. I have memorized all the rigid answers in the book, but I don't agree with them. Maybe they are right, maybe I am wrong, but I just feel that the saint said those words These are the meanings at the time, and later generations delved too much into it, but they got themselves into it, over-distorting the words of the sages and teachers, creating something out of nothing, and going too far."

Zhao Lingfei looked at him without blinking, and asked curiously, "What did Mr. Yan say?"

Zhao Rong smiled, "Well, Qingjun, you are right. Although the master didn't say too many compliments to me, after hearing the words, he closed the book, turned his hand and threw it aside, stroked his beard and laughed, and repeated his words. Say 'good' three times."

He paused and looked at Concubine Zhao Ling.

"Isn't the study of Confucian classics much more interesting than music and art? Confucian scholars of my generation, unless they like it, otherwise waste time and energy, why study those boring things? The six arts of Confucian scholars, not mentioning other small arts, just the classics and poetry Granting two broad avenues is enough for us to walk."

Zhao Rong suddenly stopped, frowning slightly.

"I don't know why the Academy sets the rules in the Mochi Academy, requiring students to learn all six arts and take assessments. Why waste energy? Teach students according to their aptitude, and follow the arts, Confucianism, and Taoism that each is interested in and good at, isn't it good? Mr. Yan, he also forced me to learn the six arts seriously, not to be sloppy."

"Qingjun, tell me, isn't this the same as forcing you sword cultivators to learn the tedious methods of Taoist cultivators? How can you be single-minded if your intentions are not pure?"

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lips and thought about it, somewhat understanding Brother Rong's embarrassment.

She knew Rong Erge's temperament from her childhood sweetheart.

Once Brother Rong is interested in something, he will devote himself to studying, forgetting to eat and sleep, and will not be sloppy at all, just like the Confucianism and Taoism that he is interested in now.

Concubine Zhao Ling thinks that Rong'er like this is quite suitable for practice, especially sword practice, but it's a pity that his cultivation qualifications...

Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes slightly.

As for things that you don't like or are not interested in, you have all kinds of dislikes and unwillingness, and it is difficult to reverse this impression, such as the current Leyi.

Another example...the former her.

Regarding this point, Concubine Zhao Ling still remembers it vividly, and even now she feels aggrieved.

Brother Rong hated her because he was forced to get engaged into a marriage, but this was the order of his parents and the words of the matchmaker. Neither of them could change it when they were young. Besides, she was burdened with the family's expectation that she could not marry outside.

As a result, the two of them, a good pair of bamboo horses and green plums, began to feel like strangers. Brother Rong became more and more indifferent to her and misunderstood her, and the gap became deeper and deeper. The farthest distance in the world is impossible for her to cross.

However, fortunately, these things have become a thing of the past. After that weird dream, Brother Rong sent Yu from all the way and held her hand.

Thinking of this, Concubine Zhao Ling's original pink oval face was still a little pale. She turned her head and glanced at the bamboo horse husband who had been thinking of her side, took a deep breath, and pulled his arm tightly with her hands again.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head, her cheek was pressed tightly against Zhao Rong's thick shoulders, feeling the constant warmth from him, she was terrified for a moment, but she gradually calmed down.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Rong noticed something unusual about Concubine Zhao Ling, stopped talking, and asked in a concerned tone.

"It's okay." Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head, "Brother Rong'er, keep talking, I like to hear it."

Zhao Rong nodded.

after awhile.

Concubine Zhao Ling frowned slightly, and said with a worried tone:

"If Le Yi is weak, will it affect your mid-month exam and the results of the college assessment in the future? I heard that these results are related to the teacher apprenticeship ceremony a year later."

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head, "Don't worry, it's not difficult for the mid-month assessment not to slow you down. I also told Yu Huaijin about this, but she probably didn't believe it. As for the apprenticeship ceremony later, there is nothing good about it. I have already decided to study Confucianism, Confucianism and Taoism with Mr. Yan."

He thought for a while, "Well, there are indeed Mr. Jingyi in the academy who are stronger than Mr. Yan, such as Mr. Zhu, the mountain chief, who I have never met. However, I think it is good to follow Mr. Yan."

Speaking of this, Zhao Rong paused, blinked at Concubine Zhao Ling, his tone was mixed with some jokes, and sighed:

"So, don't learn Le Yi, let them let them go, your husband and I are so powerful, if you don't hide your clumsiness, the dazzling light will probably blind the eyes of all the students in the academy, um, I guess a Le Yi will not learn it. If it’s not enough, let’s add a few more small arts and keep a low profile, otherwise Mr. Yan will be embarrassing if the gentlemen with discerning eyes and pearls rush to ask for it at the apprenticeship ceremony.”

"Puchi~" Concubine Zhao Ling's Qiushui narrowed her long eyes, the tails of her eyes were upturned, her brows and eyes were joyful, her eyes were full of Zhao Rong's appearance, "It turns out that my husband is so powerful."

Zhao Rong squinted at her, "I just found out, I'm at a loss to be your son-in-law, no, one lady is not enough, I have to find some more."

The tone was still a little joking.

Concubine Zhao Ling pulled him by the shoulder, "Dare!?"

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth was slightly hooked, and he didn't talk about this topic anymore, but instead said:

"I'll take you out of the house."

"En." Zhao Lingfei hugged his arm tightly, smiling like a flower.

Along the way, the two chatted like this, their pace slowed down a bit, most of the time it was Zhao Rong who was talking and Zhao Lingfei was listening.

However, Concubine Zhao Ling sometimes whispered some things about her in Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion, there were troublesome human relationships, and there were also small life things that made her happy for a moment. For the former, Zhao Rong would occasionally give her advice with a smile.

In the academy, in the eyes of passing scholars, students, and gentlemen passing by.

This is the unique scenery of a stunning woman with unforgettable tear mole holding a young and steady Confucian scholar with piercing eyes.

The woman with her hair in a bun raised her head slightly, looked up at the Confucian scholar beside her with bright eyes, and smiled sweetly.

Time passed like a white horse, and after a while, the two arrived at the gate of Lin Lu Academy.

Zhao Rong took Concubine Zhao Ling to register again at the concierge at the gate, so that next time Concubine Zhao Ling came to look for him, she could directly enter, which was much more convenient.

After the work was over, the two who were holding each other were ready to separate.

Zhao Rong was thinking about going back to Dongli Xiaozhu later, so he waved his hand to say goodbye.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling, who had walked a few steps, suddenly stopped, and looked back at Zhao Rong who was watching her with her sleeves folded.

Concubine Zhao Ling reached out and took out a small cloth bag from Xumiwu, then lowered her eyes and lowered her head, walked back to Zhao Rong, and stuffed the small cloth bag into his arms.

"I wove a few more autumn clothes. These are suitable for reading after taking a bath at night. You... If you feel cold while studying at night, besides drinking more hot water, you can also open them and put them on. Don't lose them. Already!"

After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Rong's reaction, he immediately lowered his head and turned away.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, looked at Qing Jun's far away back, then looked at the small cloth bag in his arms, and said after a while: "Okay, okay."

He casually put away Qing Jun's autumn clothes again, and then watched her beautiful figure disappear into the distance.

Zhao Rong turned around and walked into the academy.

Today, there are still fifty "Zheng" characters that have not been drawn yet.

　I’m still the same beast as before~ (I’m not kidnapped...)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)