i have a sword fairy

Chapter 249 Zhao Rong, why don't you eat her soft rice!
Zhao Rong returned to his seat first.

He did not take out the paper, ink, brush and inkstone to prepare for the next class like the students around him, but bent down to wrap the Guqin in plain white cloth, packed up his things, then turned around and started to leave.

Zhao Rong's actions in the opposite direction attracted a lot of attention.

Fan Yushu asked curiously, "Ziyu, where are you going?"

Zhao Rong replied casually: "I don't feel well today, I'm going to ask for leave."

While talking, he didn't wait for Fan Yushu to ask again, and walked towards Yu Huaijin in the distance.

The open space where the Zhixingtang class is held today is an abandoned ancient ferry with an ancient name, Lanzhou.

It is rumored that the first Confucian sage who took his disciples to travel to this place where Wangque Tianya Haijiao went ashore from this ancient ferry and established Linlu Academy.

Although the Lanzhou Ferry has been abandoned, the wooden plank road extending from the shore to the river still exists.

At this time, there are many willful students lining up, walking to the wooden plank road, scooping up the water from Lidu and going back to study ink.

And Yu Huaijin was standing at the entrance of the boardwalk, behind a long table next to it.

After Zhao Rong approached, he took a closer look.

Yu Huaijin, with a calm expression, was studying ink with her head bowed.

Her small snow-like hands are holding the long black ink anchor, which is dazzlingly lined, attracting the attention of many students passing by to fetch water.

After grinding the ink, Yu Huaijin walked to the other side of the table, and continued to do things with her hands, her face was still stern and her eyes were focused.

Zhao Rong watched for a while.

This table is facing the seats of the students in the open space. It should be the table used by Mr. Zhu later. Yu Huaijin is a senior elected by the candid hall. She can actually assign these chores for the gentlemen. Other students did it, but in Zhao Rong's impression, Yu Huaijin seemed to do everything right every time.

He closed his eyelids slightly and walked straight forward.

He bowed and said: "Senior Yu, I feel a little uncomfortable in the lower body, and I want to ask for a class leave, and I hope the senior will promise."

Yu Huaijin was placing a brush washer, he paused for a moment when he heard this, and then continued to place things without turning his head to look at him and returning the salute.

Zhao Rong stared at her side face intently.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

After hanging up the awl, Yu Huaijin nodded lightly, without saying anything, her side face was focused, and she continued to tidy up the table, not paying attention to Zhao Rong.

"Thank you, senior."

Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin's expression and understood something in his heart, but he didn't explain anything. He thanked him, turned his head and left, and left Lanzhoudu under the eyes of his classmates.

With his back to Zhao Rong, Yu Huaijin shook his head imperceptibly after hanging up an awl.

The students who were queuing up to get water witnessed the scene just now, including Xiao Hongyu. She looked back at the back of Zhao Rong who kept leaving, frowned and said, "Huaijin, don't pay attention to this lazy person, why don't you be angry for him?" worth."

Yu Huaijin didn't speak, but looked up at the sun.

Wu Peiliang, who was not far behind Xiao Hongyu, had been paying attention to this side very early. At this moment, he nodded and smiled and said:
"Brother Hongyu is right, Fan Yushu's crane tail is at least obedient, and this Zhao Ziyu, the mud can't support the wall, senior, you better not..."

"It's getting late, everyone, move faster." Yu Huaijin suddenly interrupted Wu Peiliang's words.

She glanced calmly at the entrance of Lanzhoudu, "The teacher should be here soon."

Not long after, the students of the Willful School in the open space rested after a while of busy work, sat on their seats, and quietly waited for the arrival of a certain woman in Confucianism.

……

Zhao Rong originally thought that Yu Huaijin would stop him, but he let him go so easily.

He shook his head and laughed, "Zhao Ziyu, it's really shameless."

Zhao Rong scolded himself in a low voice.

Immediately, he looked at the sun.

It was still early, Zhao Rong thought about it for a while, and then he made a plan. He planned to visit Mr. Xia Yan in the morning, and asked for a few books to read.

However, for some things, Zhao Rong felt that it was better to be "stinky and shameless" by taking precautions.

For example, Zhu Weirui who passed by and met once.

The following class in the morning is about this female gentleman's calligraphy.

Because of that piece of poetry paper on which she copied his calligraphy style.

Zhao Rong was really afraid of her, in various senses.

If you can't meet him, you can't meet him, but what makes Zhao Rong feel relieved is that she doesn't know him so far.

After all, when we passed by each other when we first entered the academy, this Mr. Zhu hurried away without turning his eyes. Zhao Rong was attracted by her temperament, so he curiously asked the elder brother to know her identity. identity.

However, Zhao Rong also had some headaches, maybe he would have to find excuses to skip the calligraphy class in the future.

Once or twice is okay, but if it happens more times, every time, it is estimated that Yu Huaijin is as dedicated to his duties as Yu Huaijin, and he will be completely disappointed in him and give up, right?

And if you don't skip class, you may be in more trouble...

Zhao Rong frowned, but after a while, he relaxed again.

Forget about him, we will figure out a way later, now, we can avoid meeting her in a short period of time, unless this Mr. Lanhua, who I heard in the academy is very popular with male Confucian scholars, will personally go to Nanxuan Academy to name her Looking for him, or blocking him at the door when the other teachers in the reckless classroom are in class...

No, no, she is a teacher of the Academy, and I am a student, this is too unruly.

Zhao Rong laughed, shook his head, and dispelled these flying thoughts, no longer thinking about it.

He glanced around, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and almost all of them were scholars and brothers from the academy. After all, most of the students in the Mochi academy were still in class.

It's sunny today, the morning sun is shining on my body, and it's warm.

Under the sun, Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, folded his hands, and hummed softly in his mouth. At this moment, a figure broke into his vision at the corner ahead.

This is a graceful figure in a Confucian shirt, walking towards Zhao Rong along the sun, with the fragrance of orchids, her steps are quiet and light.

For an instant.

As soon as Zhao Rong opened his eyes, he only had time to see the figure of the person coming, but it also overlapped with the figure of Ru Lan in his memory.

He groaned in his heart.

how is she?

But immediately, Zhao Rong closed his eyelids, pursed his lips, put away his expression, and walked forward as usual.

He remained calm, his steps were undisturbed, and from the corner of his eye, he carefully glanced at the woman in Confucian shirt who was getting closer and closer to the front right.

Behind her is the rising sun, the sun is cast from behind her, the expression of this woman in Confucian shirt can't be seen clearly for a while, but Zhao Rong can already be sure that it is her.

He tilted his head slightly, saw the edge of his field of vision, and there were several other pedestrians beside him, and he was slightly relieved.

And during the short period of time when Zhao Rong's thoughts were circulating, he and the Confucian shirt woman were already close.

Getting closer, getting closer.

Along with it, there is an increasingly thick orchid fragrance.

Zhao Rong originally planned to keep his eyes on the front, but in the next second, he turned his head slightly and glanced "quietly", because this kind of woman with outstanding temperament is extremely attractive to men even if she is wearing a man's Confucian shirt. It is almost impossible for pedestrians passing by normally not to look at it. Those who don't look at it are either upright gentlemen or have other thoughts, which are likely to attract her attention...

at last.

The two meet.

Zhao Rong raised his heart in his throat.

next second.

Just pass by, again.

From the corner of Zhao Rong's eyes, he saw the woman in the Confucian shirt disappearing from sight without turning her head. He was slightly relieved. Why did he have a sense of seeing the teacher after skipping class?

Immediately, before Zhao Rong could think about it, he noticed several brothers beside him who were going in the same direction as him, and they all turned back to look at the woman in Confucian shirt who had passed by at a slightly slower pace.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong quite understood.

In order to pretend to be more similar, he also stopped and turned his head slowly, but he was breathless for a moment, because the woman in the Confucian shirt was stopping not far away, sideways, looking at them!

Zhao Rong and several passers-by said: "..."

Zhu Weirui stood still.

At this moment, the atmosphere at this fork in the forest is a bit awkward and weird.

The air fell silent.

Only the rustling of forest leaves.

Zhu Weirui spoke suddenly, with a crisp voice, "Excuse me..."

Zhao Rong's right eyelid twitched.

She stretched out a slender finger and pointed in the direction they were walking, with a puzzled tone, "Is Lan Zhoudu here?"

Ok?
Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, and then a possibility suddenly came to his mind.

He glanced at the surrounding environment calmly. This path in the forest has many twists and turns, and there are many forks. To blacken both eyes.

And according to Zhao Rong's rich experience in reading a certain novel in his previous life, the beautiful women the protagonist meets usually have some minor flaws, and these minor flaws make them meet and know each other and love each other?for example……

Cough cough, this is not important, the important thing is that Mr. Zhu, who is both talented and beautiful, is actually a road idiot?

Zhao Rong blinked, but he still had some doubts in his heart.

At this moment, after Zhu Weirui's words fell, Zhao Rong and the brothers beside him looked at me and I looked at you, and then they shook their heads like a rattle.

"No, no."

"Lanzhou Ferry is in the direction you were going just now."

"The path you are taking is correct, but there are still some complicated roads to turn..."

Everyone opened their mouths.

Zhu Weirui nodded slightly, staring at them, for a while, she didn't speak, as if she was... hesitating for something.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong finally felt relieved, and then raised his eyebrows slightly.

I changed my mind.

At this time, among the few people beside Zhao Rong, one or two people also reacted. A little surprise appeared in their eyes. They seemed to have the same experience as Zhao Rong. attributes, so this Mr. Zhu is now... embarrassed to ask for help?
However, even though they were thinking about it excitedly, some hesitation appeared on their faces, and they still didn't dare to take a step for a while.

However, the next moment, someone helped them step forward.

Zhao Rong looked around and saw the eagerness of the people around him. He fixed his eyes and did not leave in confusion. Instead of hesitating, he raised his feet and walked forward.

Behind him, the brothers who were hesitant at first looked anxious, but Zhao Rong had already walked in front of Zhu Weirui and spoke. Several other passers-by, seeing this scene, had to give up and leave with a sigh. back...

Zhao Rong saluted and said with a smile:

"Excuse me, are you a new gentleman to our academy, Zhu Weirui, Mr. Zhu?"

Zhu Weirui took a closer look at the smiling man in front of him, bowed back and said, "It's the little girl."

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the mountains and forests on the left and right, and said loudly: "Mr. Zhu, I know where Lan Zhoudu is, why don't I take you there."

Zhu Weirui nodded slowly, "Then I will trouble you, Young Master. Young Master, you..."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself, look at my memory." Zhao Rong, who was about to raise his foot, patted his forehead, he laughed and shook his head, then turned his head, and said enthusiastically to Zhu Weirui:

"Mr. Zhu, I'm Lin Wenruo. I'm a disciple of Mr. Yan Jidaoyan."

Zhao Rong has a once-for-all idea and wants to try it.

After Zhu Weirui heard the words, a pair of clear willow-leaf eyes opened slightly, and she looked at him carefully.

Zhao Rong paused, then turned his head, and asked strangely: "What's wrong with Mr. Zhu, what's the matter?"

Zhu Weirui slightly raised her crescent eyebrows, she pursed her lips into a smile, and nodded, "So, it's Mr. Yan."

"Mr. Zhu is very familiar with my husband?"

Zhu Weirui thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'm not very familiar with Mr. Yan, but."

"But what?"

As Zhao Rong asked casually, he led Zhu Weirui to turn left and walked into a path with flowers on the side of the road, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhu, follow me, take this path, it will be closer."

He was quite familiar with the way, and took her to take a short cut back the same way. However, he was just showing someone the way, not that Zhao Rongzhen was going to go back to class, even though the teacher who was about to skip the class was by his side at the moment.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"It's okay, Mr. Zhu doesn't need to be polite."

This flower path shortcut was taken by Zhao Rong before Jia Tengying. There are not many pedestrians and less people. Although it is autumn at this time, there are many seasonal flowers growing on both sides of the path or even in the middle of the path.

And every time Zhu Weirui encountered a flower blocking the way, she would take the initiative to give in and avoid stepping on it. Seeing this, Zhao Rong raised his spirits and became careful.

After Zhao Rong finished speaking.

Zhu Weirui tilted her head slightly, looking at his calm smiling expression, the corners of her vermilion lips also raised, and continued with the words just now, "...But, under Mr. Yan's sect, there is a new disciple who I have been in love with for a long time .”

Zhao Rong frowned, "Mr. Zhu's new disciple can win the favor of Mr. Zhu. Who are you talking about?"

"Zhao Ziyu."

Zhu Weirui was looking sideways at the flowers and plants on the path, wondering what she was thinking, she smiled softly, and said the name softly, "His name is Zhao Ziyu."

"Ziyu?" Zhao Rong was in a daze, "So you were talking about Junior Brother Zhao."

When the words fell, he couldn't help but look at Zhu Weirui.

The latter took a few steps to avoid a clump of autumn chrysanthemums on the path, and seemed to have noticed Zhao Rong's gaze, she turned her head and said with a smile: "What's the matter, son, are you familiar with Zhao Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong expressed some hesitation, thought for a while, and shook his head:
"Familiar is not very familiar, but I know a little about this Junior Brother Zhao. After all... we lived with the teacher in Taiqing Mansion for a long time before, and we often saw him, so some things we saw More, hey."

He sighed slightly, and paused for a while, as if to give this woman in Confucian dress, whose orchid fragrance was more pleasant than the fragrance of flowers, time to think.

Zhao Rong glanced sideways at her, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhu, you really admire...cough cough, have you been friends with him for a long time?"

Zhu Weirui raised her eyes and met his gaze. The clear pupils in the woman's willow-leaf eyes did not blink.

She pursed her lips into a smile, but her tone was serious: "Well, I've seen his writing, Mr. Zhao must be a great man."

Zhao Rong's face remained unchanged, and he said in his heart that it was true.

Great man, huh?understood.

His complexion changed, he took a breath, stared at Zhu Weirui, hesitant to speak.

Zhu Weirui is considerate, "Young Master, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it."

Zhao Rong nodded and opened his mouth.

"Wait, don't step on it!" Zhu Weirui said suddenly.

I saw a quiet and independent Jianlan flower on the road ahead of Zhao Rong, but Zhao Rong's foot had already been raised, and it fell down in a daze...

Both Zhao Rong and Zhu Weirui stopped and stood silent.

The atmosphere between the two was a bit strange.

Zhao Rong's eyes widened, and he looked down at the foot that stepped on the flower, no, it should be said... the foot that was pierced by the flower.

In front of his eyes, the Qiuri Jianlan that should have been trampled into the mud was still intact.

It pierced through Zhao Rong's boots, and continued to bloom, swaying slightly in the wind, the flower posture was as elegant as it was before it was stepped on.

Zhao Rong was amazed, moved his feet, and found that nothing happened, he didn't feel any pain, and soon he found that the orchid, like an illusory projection, could be passed through by other objects at will.

"Young master, can you take the foot away, it can't escape for too long, otherwise it will be bad for future growth." Zhu Weirui's voice sounded apologetic.

"Well, okay." Zhao Rong came back to his senses and moved his foot away.

Zhu Weirui walked up to the wild orchid, squatted down, narrowed her eyes, and began to examine it carefully.

Zhao Rong blinked, looked down at the woman guarding the orchid, and then at his own feet.

"This is turning reality into emptiness." Gui couldn't help but said: "The first seven realms of monks, ascending to the sky, Fuyao, Haoran, Tianzhi, Jindan, half-step Yuanying, Yuanying, the seventh realm with different names, this Zuo told you that the whole is a process of turning reality into fiction, and turning fiction into reality."

It glanced at the Rulan woman who was squatting on the ground in a simple Confucian shirt, "Tsk tsk, judging from what she just said, this admirer of Mr. Zhao is at least a half-step Nascent Soul Confucian monk. She is estimated to be less than six years old, so she can do it."

Zhao Rong listened quietly.

Gui excitedly said: "Zhao Rong, why don't you eat her soft food!"

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, "Do you think I am such a person?"

Sword Spirit recalled it carefully for a while, and said with certainty: "You don't have to look at it, you are."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong was silent for a moment, glanced at Zhu Weirui who was about to get up, nodded slightly, and spoke suddenly.

"Mr. Zhu."

"Ok?"

"After thinking about it carefully, I decided to tell the truth, and I can't hide it from you, sir."

"Sir, please speak."

"Mr. Zhu, Junior Brother Zhao...he likes to eat soft rice very much!"

Grand Duke Zhao Rong is selfless and upright.

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PS: Sorry, waiting for more good brothers. . .

5K1 words, Xiao Rong finally finished his liver, it was dawn, woo woo woo, fell asleep...

(End of this chapter)