i have a sword fairy

Chapter 255 Mr. Zhu

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glanced at Zhu Weirui's smiling face.

The beautiful and elegant willow-leaf eyes, the upturned corners of the mouth like orchid petals, an indescribable orchid temperament, as long as you get close to her, the fragrance of orchid will always linger on the tip of your nose.

In Zhao Rong's previous life, he firmly believed that men and women are no different for a long time. He has always maintained a skeptical attitude towards "women are made of water", thinking that men and women are both made of "cement". Desirable blemishes, no matter how they are retouched.

It's just that Zhao Rong at this moment wants to say "really fragrant", in various senses.

The Mr. Zhu in front of him really looks like it is made of water, soft and perfect, and by the way, a little orchid is added, um, it is like the cup of orchid that Zhao Rong is pinching in his hand now For green tea, just by looking at it and smelling it, you can taste her just right taste, neither light nor strong, like a plum blossom to quench your thirst. Orchid tea is clear and clear, and the tea mist is warm, moist and sweet, and it is very hand-warming.

People can't help but want to take a sip.

The ones who gave Zhao Rong the same senses, Qingjun and Xiaoxiao in his heart, and some mountain fairies he had seen in Taiqing Mansion.

Probably because of their practice, they look spotless and flawless at first glance, just like they are made of water.

Zhao Rong tilted his head and looked away from Zhu Weirui's face. He changed the red sandalwood teacup he was holding in his right hand to the other, and looked at the writing on the table just now with Zhu Weirui's jade fingers dipped in water.

I saw lower case characters.

'The words of a square inch have their own world. '

The font is elegant and charming, which is a typical calligraphic style of the Post School, and it is also true that there is probably no Monument School in this world.

For a moment, Zhao Rong's eyes froze.

Zhu Weirui, who had been paying attention to him all the time, saw this scene, and his eyes immediately cleared up.

She pursed her lips and stared at Zhao Rong's side face, and the words she had just written in his eyes.

His eyes moved back and forth, seeming a little cautious.

Zhu Weirui's waist and slender shoulders became more dignified and straight. She clenched her sleeves with both hands, her breathing became lighter, and she remained silent.

Yu Huaijin on the side just raised his eyes at this moment, and together with the students outside this small world who could only see the picture but not hear the sound, they saw this seemingly familiar scene.

Yu Huaijin opened her mouth slightly, a little astonished, because Mr. Zhu in front of him was like a student who handed in his homework to the teacher and waited for him to correct it. Vaguely looking forward to.

This scene, Yu Huaijin is very familiar with the students of the Willful Hall in the open space, aren't they the same as before...

In fact, Zhu Weirui didn't notice the change in herself, because all her mind was focused on that person at the moment, her movements and demeanor were involuntary, and she didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

There is no before and after in learning, and those who have achieved it are teachers.

Besides, calligraphy is extremely declining, and it is almost unprecedented in her position, and it is extremely difficult to find other things to learn from, so I can only go forward alone in the long night, groping carefully step by step, but At this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly appeared, like a traveler who was going forward in the middle of the night, and suddenly saw a fellow traveler who had traveled farther than her in the distance, and was still lighting a dazzling lamp, which made Zhu Weirui embarrassing herself .

This is why she reacted so strongly when she saw Zhao Rong's words on the couplets.

After waiting for a while, Zhu Weirui looked at Zhao Rong's expression, and couldn't help but speak, with a slightly timid tone.

"Mr. Zhao... How about the little girl's words."

Yu Huaijin, who was behind her, heard the words, her eyelids twitched, and she couldn't help but look at the teacher. She opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Zhao Rong stared at the beautiful characters on the table, frowning suddenly.

Zhu Weirui shaved her shoulders and shivered slightly, she bit her lip and fell silent, but her pretty eyebrows were tightly gathered together.

The woman in the Confucian shirt stared at her own handwriting without blinking, with a serious expression.

"The handwriting is already very good." Zhao Rong frowned and looked at her, "It's just..."

Zhu Weirui was taken aback for a moment, and said anxiously, "My lord, what is it?"

Zhao Rong was helpless, "It's just that sir, can you stop calling me that, I am a student of Mochi, and you are Mr. Academy. I can't bear the word 'gongzi'."

Yu Huaijin had already closed her mouth, she glanced at Zhao Rong.

Zhu Weirui breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and then she blinked, a smile was written on the corner of her lips, and she nodded slightly, "Okay, but we are formally acquainted today, and we need to stipulate a name."

Zhao Rong propped his arms on the table, continued to pick up the Zihao pen, played with it in his hand, and thought for a while, "Yes, as long as you don't call me son again."

Zhu Weirui narrowed her eyes and said, "What is Ziyu's name outside the academy?"

"A single character is a Rong, and a pen is a Rong."

Zhu Weirui nodded, and said, "Rong...Zhao Rong, Ziyu, Rong, Bing Ge, Yu, beautiful jade, turning arms into jade, good name."

Zhao Rong smiled, "Mr. Zhu, what about you?"

Zhu Weirui opened her mouth, closed it suddenly, and said with the same smile, "Ziyu, guess."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, "Mr. Zhu's surname is Zhu, and the character is Weirui. The word Weirui means lush vegetation and drooping orchids. Most of the characters given by the elders are the opposite of the name and the word. Then, sir, the meaning of your name It is probably the opposite of 'Wei Rui', and this is a suitable name for women, and it should not be too cumbersome, it should be easy to pronounce..."

When he got here, he paused for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "The scope is too large, and it is generally too difficult to guess, but... I am watching Mr. Feng's demeanor, and I have a relationship with orchids, so let's guess for now. The name of Mr. , has the word 'quiet' or 'quiet', or is it actually 'quiet' or 'quiet'?"

When the words fell, Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Weirui curiously, waiting for her answer, but the latter smiled and looked at him without saying a word, but the smile seemed to be wider than before.

Zhu Weirui nodded and shook her head lightly.

Zhao Rong stopped playing with the pen in his hand, looked at her with bright eyes, and became interested, "Mr. Zhu, don't try to be tricky, is it right or not?"

Zhu Weirui's face was full of smiles, she held her hands in front of her belly, and glanced at Zhao Rong holding them in her hands. She hadn't drunk the orchid tea yet, and the white smoke from it had gradually diminished.

Zhao Rong understood, raised his glass immediately, lowered his head and took a sip.

The tip of the tongue is slightly sweet, and the taste is clear. In an instant, this warm and sweet tea seeps from the tip of the tongue to the throat, like a flame being pulled out, warming the throat and stomach.

He took a deep breath, only to feel the fragrance still lingering on his teeth and cheeks.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but tilt his head up again and drank it down in one gulp. Afterwards, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, feeling extraordinarily refreshed.

Zhu Weirui squinted her eyes and nodded, reached out to take the teacup, lifted the pot and poured another cup of misty green tea and handed it over.

Zhao Rong took the hot tea and did not thank him politely. For some reason, he felt indescribably refreshed just after drinking a cup of tea.

Zhao Rong fixed his eyes on the second cup of hot tea in his hand, which contained well water from Zhengguan Well.

At this time, although he didn't look up, he could feel the straight eyes of the students in the Willful Hall from the corner of his eye.

It should be a psychological effect, Zhao Rong pulled the corner of his mouth.

After hearing Zhao Rong's conjecture about the teacher's name, Yu Huaijin, who had been looking down quietly all this time, couldn't help but glance at him sideways, her gaze was unspeakable, and this change in gaze had gradually begun since Zhu Weirui took her seat here just now. It's like... getting to know each other again.

And after seeing Zhao Rong and her husband talking and laughing in such a natural and tacit understanding at this moment, Yu Huaijin's eyes became more complicated.

Zhao Rong took another sip of tea and looked up, "Mr. Zhu won't drink?"

Zhu Weirui shook the teapot, thought for a while, and poured a cup for herself.

Since she got the well water from the Zhengguan well, she has never tasted it. If she didn't want to increase the enthusiasm of everyone in the candid hall today, especially this guy who seems to have no desires, Zhu Weirui probably would have taken this well. The water is forgotten, but at present, it is still useless to use this well water to make a lottery. There is no word from Zhao Rong's "fool" that makes her feel convincing, so she has no choice but to do it herself. Feeding a tiger...

Zhu Weirui smiled, shook the teapot again, and put away the empty teapot and the empty bamboo tube together.

"Mr. Zhu hasn't told me the answer yet."

The woman in the Confucian shirt held up the teacup gracefully. In the dense tea mist, she took a sip of her red lips, raised her head warmly, narrowed her eyes, and said in a crisp and warm voice:

"You Rong, the little girl's surname is Zhu, and her name is You Rong."

Zhao Rong murmured, "Yourong...Zhu Yourong, the word is luxuriant, the orchids are in full bloom, this is luxuriant, but it is isolated and empty, and the elegant appearance is lonely and unappreciated. This is Yourong, a good name."

Zhu Weirui smiled and lowered her head.

Seeing this scene, Yu Huaijin frowned.

Zhao Rong was looking at the girl's boudoir's name, but his expression suddenly froze. He didn't know what he thought of, and he couldn't help but look at Zhu Weirui and her...the chests that were burying their heads.

"That cough cough..."

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, quickly retracted his eyes without looking at evil, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and swallowed down the question that he wanted to ask Zhu Yourong if he had a sister named Xuan Ran.

Zhu Weirui noticed something, looked at Zhao Rong strangely, and asked in doubt: "Ziyu, my name is You Rong, but what's wrong?"

Zhao Rong shook his head like a rattle, "It's not wrong, it's a good name that suits you, sir, Zhu Yourong, Zhu Yourong, cough cough."

Zhu Weirui smiled embarrassedly when she heard the words, "Thank you Ziyu."

Zhao Rong nodded, but his eyes were still a little uncontrollable, and he couldn't help but take a glance.

He gasped slightly. He hadn't noticed it when we got along with him before, but now he saw it, and he was a little bit awakened. This Mr. Zhu was wearing a loose goose-yellow Confucian shirt. It was the normal ups and downs like the green hills on the other side of Lidu at this time, and it was almost the same as that of the little girl.

However, one thing to understand is that the current Mr. Zhu, like Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyou, Xiao Hongyu and other female students, wears hair and crowns and wears men's clothes. Tightly corseted.

So... But Zhao Rong held back and didn't look at it. He stared at the desk, Zhu Weirui wrote in ordinary clear water, and the eight characters that were about to dry up were slightly lost in thought.

From this point of view, Mr. Zhu's scale is already the largest among the women he has ever seen in the academy.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and muttered something, raised his teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.

Zhu Weirui always felt that the man in front of him spoke a little strangely, but he couldn't tell why it was so strange. Did Ziyu like my name?
She shook her head to dispel these thoughts, then frowned and said: "There are still some things, Ziyu, we need to confirm in advance."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Rong put down his cup, lowered his head and lowered his eyes without looking at her.

Zhu Weirui said eloquently, "If we are in front of people in the academy, we still perform the ceremony of teacher and student. I call you Ziyu, and you call me Mr. Zhu. But when we are alone, when we are in the same generation, you can call me Mr. Zhu." I'm Zhu Yourong, I can call you Zhao Rong or Ziyu, how about that?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Yes, Mr. Zhu."

"Zhao Rong, what do you call me?"

"Humor?"

Hearing this intimate nickname that directly ignored the surname, Zhu Weirui slightly turned her eyes away and did not look directly at Zhao Rong. She shook her head slightly, "No, it's Zhu Yourong."

Zhao Rong turned his pen around, "Okay, Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Weirui turned her head and looked at him seriously, "Zhao Rong, call me Zhu Yourong."

Zhao Rong raised his head and smiled, looked at her, put away the playful arc of the corner of his mouth, and said loudly:

"My lord, Zhao Rong, may I ask your honorable name?"

Zhu Yourong smiled, "Little girl Zhu Yourong, Zhao Rong, please give me your advice."

Yu Huaijin watched this scene quietly.

Zhu Yourong'e nodded, her lips curled up in satisfaction, and she picked up the teacup to take a sip.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's expression was startled suddenly, and then he lowered his head suddenly, looked straight at the position of the Confucian shirt woman's chest, and said anxiously: "You Rong, do you have a lot of water?"

Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin: "..."

Zhao Rong hastily called out the intimate nickname of the woman in Confucian shirt, but now he can't take care of so much, he stared at the teacup on her chest with a serious expression, without taking his eyes off it.

A certain sword spirit's astonishment just now still echoed in the heart lake.

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PS: Simple fill-in-the-blank questions for "Sword Lady" (Phase [-]): You Rong____, Zhao Rong____. (The first book friend who answered correctly in "This Chapter Says", Xiao Rong has a mysterious gift, which will be announced in the next chapter.)
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