i have a sword fairy

Chapter 256 Although I have worked hard all day, I can still draw the character "正"

In front of the table, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and stared at the rosewood teacup in Zhu Yourong's hand, but the location of the teacup was a bit particular, just in front of a shameful place.

When Zhao Rong just asked in surprise, Zhu Yourong's delicate body froze, and the hand holding the tea stopped, as if it was because she never expected him to say such words suddenly. At this moment, she looked at Zhao Rong with a slightly dazed expression. Rong, I saw his eyes drooping, staring at something, his eyes were straight, naked and eager.

"Ah?" Zhu Yourong opened her mouth slightly, a slight blush appeared on her cheeks, but her skin was as fair as porcelain, and she was very conspicuous in broad daylight.

"I'm asking if there's a lot of water in this well."

Zhao Rong stared at the teacup and said hastily, but he seemed to realize something immediately, his gaze crossed the teacup and bumped into two charming green hills.

Zhao Rong quickly raised his head, glared at Zhu Yourong, and said angrily: "It's nothing else, don't think too much!"

"Oh..." Zhu Yourong opened her mouth subconsciously in response, but just as she opened her mouth, she suddenly closed it.

She bit her lip and sternly, frowned slightly, stared at the man in front of her who spoke and acted unscrupulously, and said in a slightly serious tone, "What else, what exactly is Ziyu talking about?"

During the speech, Zhu Yourong's hand holding the teacup silently moved, and moved her position, and Zhao Rongdu's eyes also moved along with her. Her eyelids drooped slightly, her eyes were completely closed, and she looked as if nothing had happened.

"Huh?" Seeing Zhu Yourong's confused expression, Zhao Rong couldn't help frowning, and asked tentatively, "You... really didn't think much about it?"

"What are you overthinking?" Zhu Yourong shook his head, "Did Ziyu mean this well water for making tea?"

She raised the teacup she had taken a few sips to signal.

Zhao Rong was staring at the teacup. Hearing this, he couldn't help but look at Zhu Yourong's face again, and suddenly caught the blush on her face that hadn't completely dissipated.

He raised his eyelids, and immediately glanced at the two charming green hills with nowhere to be seen, and said, "I didn't think much about it, Mr. Zhu, why are you blushing."

Hearing the words of respect coming out of his mouth, and the casual look in his eyes, Zhu Yourongyu's face couldn't hold back in an instant, Liu's eyes widened, and he glanced at Zhao Rong, "You, why are you so messed up? Talk nonsense!"

Because of her background and upbringing, most of the men she has come into contact with in the past are Confucian scholars, and there is almost no one who is not a personable, courteous and modest gentleman in front of Zhu Yourong. The great monk of Yuanying has been to several states in the world. It is not that he has never seen a man like Zhao Rong who speaks and behaves unscrupulously in the past, but he will stay far away and ignore him. How can he give them a chance to contact, even if he does, How dare these men talk nonsense in front of Zhu Yourong.

It's just that today is a good day. Since the beginning of this month, the young master who has been thinking about clothes and thinking about calligraphy has been seriously telling her that he likes to eat women's soft food. Now, he suddenly said some misleading nonsense. It's okay to speak, but he still grabs her shame, asking her to admit something...

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips and stared at Zhao Rong angrily, with a hint of embarrassment in her brows.

Beside the two who were playing the game, Yu Huaijin stood still, looking at the always respected teacher and Zhao Ziyu with some doubts. She frowned and thought about the words and actions of the two just now, but she still didn't understand what they were doing now. say what.

Yu Huaijin looked at the two in front of him and shook his head.

Why did brother Zhao suddenly ask if the tea teacher is still there, and why did the teacher stare at brother Zhao after listening to the words?
Zhao Rong raised his head and glanced at Zhu Yourong, and received the angry woman's eyes, he thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, whatever you say is what you say, I didn't think too much, I thought too much."

Zhao Rong said something casually, then ignored Zhu Yourong, frowned and looked at the tea in her hand, and kept his eyes shut, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhu Yourong took a short breath, obviously you are talking nonsense, why do you still look so humble to me, and what's the matter with your tone as if you see through me.

Seeing Zhao Rong being so frivolous and casual, Zhu Yourong's teeth itch a little, she ground her white teeth lightly, and squinted at him.

It's just that the Confucian shirt woman doesn't know why, and she doesn't feel any disgust in her heart. In the past, those men with cheeky smiles and unscrupulous words, she was disgusted and stayed away from them. Although Zhao Rong is different from those men now, he is also a word Frivolous and frivolous, speaking casually, it is not in line with the serious and rigorous etiquette Zhu Yourong has received since she was a child, but she doesn't feel the slightest disgust in her heart, instead, she is a little... as relaxed as breaking free from something?

Just like going out in front of the outsiders every day with the chest clothed, but I always secretly look forward to it. After returning to the residence, I went to the back of the screen, stretched out two fingers to pinch the knot of the chest cloth, suddenly pulled it, and in an instant When she broke free from the shackles that could not be breathed, she felt like she was relaxing when she squinted her eyes and gasped for breath, a similar feeling.

It's just these silent changes, at this time Zhu Yourong didn't realize it subjectively, she was just annoyed at the man in front of her who was both a student and a teacher, why he always said some unexpected and strange words, which made the relationship between the two of them so uncomfortable. The atmosphere is weird. Fortunately, the sound was blocked just now. It should be difficult for the students in the willful school to see anything tricky just by looking at the screen. Otherwise, if she said these words in front of everyone, how would she maintain her dignified image as a teacher? ?
Thinking of this, Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong unconsciously with some complaints...

At this moment, she suddenly glanced sideways at the disciple on the left rear side of her side, and found that she didn't seem to have any strange expression, but her expression was puzzled.

Zhu Yourong breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she didn't understand the mystery, otherwise she would be ashamed to death... But even thinking about it, she still felt her cheeks were getting hot again, she hurriedly lowered her head, subconsciously took another sip from her cup.

"Wait." Zhao Rong's tone was urgent, but seeing that she had already taken another sip, he said distressedly: "Zhu Yourong, stop drinking."

Zhu Yourong looked up in confusion, "Ziyu, what happened to the tea?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer, but pointed to her teacup and said seriously: "Zhu Yourong, can you...give me this tea? It is very important to me."

Zhu Yourong: "..."

Yu Huaijin: "..."

Yu Huaijin couldn't bear it anymore, and took a step forward, "Brother Zhao, even if the teacher values ​​you, you can't just make rude requests, please respect yourself."

She looked at Zhao Rong with a stern face. The teacher has a serious obsession with cleanliness. It is unprecedented to be able to take out this collection of tea sets and pour tea for you. Now you ask her for tea that you have already drunk, teacher. How can I agree, it's too impolite...

Yu Huaijin glanced at the teacup in Zhu Yourong's hand, frowned, and then said seriously to Zhao Rong: "Brother Zhao, you can talk about why you want this tea first, but the cup in the teacher's hand is definitely not... ..."

"Xuanji, come back." Zhu Yourong said suddenly.

Yu Huaijin was interrupted and hesitated to speak, but after seeing the teacher's expression, she still returned behind Zhu Yourong.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Rong pursed his lips and remained silent. He turned his head and glanced at the small bamboo tube on the long lacquered red table from a distance, and then at the teacup in Zhu Yourong's hand. Urge in his heart.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the strange red snake in his meridian. He suddenly opened his eyes and said sincerely:
"Zhu Yourong, this cup of tea in your hand is really important to me. I'm really sorry for saying these rude words. If you need anything, you can tell me. If I don't have it, I will try my best to get it for you."

Zhu Yourong blushed slightly, looked at Zhao Rong's serious face, and at the same time noticed his reluctant eyes resting on the teacup, as if he was waiting for her answer.

But at the same time, with her peripheral vision and divine sense, she also noticed that the eyes of the disciples beside her and most of the students in the Candid Hall who couldn't hear the sound but could see the picture were all focused on this place.

For some reason, this woman in Confucian shirt had a look of dark annoyance between her eyebrows and eyes. She glared at Zhao Rong, and with a wave of her sleeve with her left hand, all the tea sets on the table disappeared. Turning over the right hand of the tea, the teacup disappeared immediately, and it was not given to Zhao Rong, but...she didn't drink it either.

Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes, and straightened her sleeves as if nothing had happened. She sat upright, spread out a stack of rolled-up papers on the desk, took out a vermilion pen, and looked at it, as if she was about to start correcting the papers.

Seeing this, Yu Huaijin was slightly relieved, but she was still a little worried about the teacher's behavior of putting away the teacup and not immediately drinking up Zhao Rongfei's thoughts.

Yu Huaijin glanced sideways at Zhao Rong, and couldn't figure out why the teacher favored him so much. The only thing that could make the teacher care about him was the words. Could it be... How is it possible? The possible "teacher".

Thinking of this, the old-fashioned woman shook her head slightly, but suddenly, her expression froze, as if she had thought of something.

Yu Huaijin suddenly turned her head to look at Zhao Rong with a calm expression, could it be!

At this time, Zhao Rong didn't pay attention to the surrounding affairs, but repeatedly confirmed to Gui in the heart lake, that it was indeed because of the well water of these Zhengguan wells, not the orchids for making tea, that he got the sword spirit After a firm reply, he exhaled forcefully.

"Dragon Qi..." Zhao Rong's lips moved slightly.

He looked at Zhu Yourong again, and opened his mouth to speak.

Suddenly, Zhu Yourong, who was dipping in the ink and preparing to correct the scroll, didn't look up, but he had an insight, and he freed up another hand, and waved towards the few words left on the table that were already water-stained.

The character of "a square inch, its own world" disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, some slight noise from the open space flooded in like a tide, covering the three people at the table who were alone in the small world a second ago.

The students of the willful hall looked sideways.

Zhao Rong slowly closed his mouth.

Zhu Yourong, who lowered her head slightly, had the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. She held the vermilion pen for correction in one hand, and covered her petal-like lips with a fist with the other, and cleared her throat.

The woman in Confucian shirt had a crisp voice, and she smiled sweetly, "Is there anyone else who wants to hand in the paper? Sir, I have to correct it. The lottery is a cup of Zhengguan well water that cooks tea."

She was serious, as if she was speaking to the people in the open space, but in those willow eyes, the clear eyes kept looking at someone.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

Yu Huaijin and the students looked at him.

"Why do you look like a child..." Zhao Rong muttered.

He stood up leisurely and began to spread paper and ink, but the table in front of him was a little small, and it was only used by a student, but now Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong sat face to face and used it together.

On the opposite side of Zhao Rongchao, the woman in Confucian shirt who took up the position unceremoniously when she came, said politely: "Please move a little bit, I have to write."

Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes, moved the paper back, then raised her eyes, said with a puzzled look: "Hey, Ziyu, didn't you say that you worked hard yesterday and your hands are still shaking now?"

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and while pulling up his sleeves and picking up his pen, he said leisurely in the eyes of everyone: "Although I worked all day and night yesterday, I can still draw the character '正'. There is no one else but my hands are familiar."

"..." Yu Huaijin.

After saying that, Zhao Rong fixed his eyes and wrote the word 'positive' without sloppy writing.

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PS: The fill-in-the-blank questions in the previous chapter, ahem, Xiaorong was afraid that everyone was too simple and couldn't figure it out, but it turned out...

It's true that no one came up with the right answer, but the reason is...it's too dirty!The answers are beyond the outline. It seems that this set of "Top Ten Color Pictures of Fencing Group Friends" selected by Xiao Rong cannot be given to everyone, what a pity! (＞＜)☆

Cough cough, announce the standard answer: You Rong is great, Zhao Rong is great! (all homophonic~)

(End of this chapter)