i have a sword fairy

Chapter 263 I... I Like It All

After Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong left one after another.

The men in the waiting booth became agitated. Seeing Zhao Rong's back gradually going away and entering the flower garden, he hesitated and wanted to keep up.

Han Wenfu's eyes were even redder, he clutched his sleeves hard, his fingers turned white.

"Uh, Brother Han, are you okay?"

Gu Yiwu looked sideways at Han Wenfu a few times, with a tone of 'concern'.

Han Wenfu ignored him.

No, you must chase it back!Don't let Huaijin eat this vermilion fruit too!

In the next second, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, leaned forward, and strode out of the pavilion.

Han Wenfu suddenly panicked, feeling like he was about to be put on something strange that was difficult to take off, and it seemed that he had put it on himself... This made him even more panicked.

They were a pair of strange ink-heart vermilion fruits. After Yu Huaijin declined silently, Han Wenfu was going to give up. After all, the pair of fruits would not last long. Later, the guy named Zhao Ziyu asked for a taste. He thought about it and gave it, it was not easy to refuse, but he also thought about whether he should go back and give the other one to something interesting to eat, just for fun...the result!After Huai Jin took that cucumber, she came back to take the remaining vermilion fruit!
Han Wenfu wanted to cry but didn't, and his pace became more hurried.

Seeing this, the other four seniors in the booth looked at each other and quickly followed.

At this moment, a small figure suddenly jumped out of the flowers beside the road, blocking the front of Han Wenfu who was leading the way.

Jingzi looked back at the direction where Zhao Rong left just now with some fear, and patted Zhu Yourong's chest with her little hand, fortunately, she flashed so fast...

The girl in blue breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and saw Han Wenfu, Gu Yiwu and others walking towards them.

She stared.

To rebel.

Everyone's footsteps stopped suddenly.

When Han Wenfu saw this aunt appearing suddenly again, he complained unceasingly. He looked in the direction of the flower garden with a hasty expression between his brows, "Miss Jingzi, I have something urgent..."

"Go back, wait in the waiting booth, don't run around." Jing Zi made a small face.

"But...not right...That Zhao Ziyu, look..." Han Wenfu spoke eagerly.

"What Zhao, what Yu, why didn't this girl see it, if she didn't see it, she didn't see it, you guys go back quickly."

Jing Zi waved a small hand.

"Miss Jingzi."

Jing Zi put her hands on her hips, "Huh?"

"........."

Not long after, the 'rebellion' was suppressed by a girl in blue again, and everyone returned to the pavilion angrily.

Jingzi helped her and slipped off her book cap naughtily, and looked around at the men in the pavilion, her eyes were fierce, like a little wild cat facing a guy who invaded the territory, with some warning meaning, afterward, she recited body, looking out of the pavilion with hands behind their backs.

However, as soon as she turned her head away, her little face collapsed.

Jingzi remembered what her husband had told her in every possible way just now, her eyes sparkled and her lips pursed.

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When Yu Huaijin walked into the fragrant orchid garden with a straight face, Zhu Yourong, who had been writing all night with a firefly pouch, just stopped writing.

In the flowerbed.

On a small and elegant desk, a pot of orchid tea mixed with morning dew and orchids is being brewed. Apart from a few teacups, there is also the word '正' written by someone on the desk.

In front of a clump of orchids next to the small table, a graceful and slender woman in Confucian shirt is bending over, watering with a ladle, her profile is full of concentration.

"Good morning, sir."

Yu Huaijin saluted.

Zhu Yourong slowly put down the buddy in his hand, turned around in a blink of an eye, and glanced at the expressionless expression on his disciple's face.

She smiled at Yan Yan: "Well, my Xuanji is actually angry."

Yu Huaijin lowered her eyes, "No, sir, I was joking."

Zhu Yourong turned around with a smile on her face, even though her disciple kept a straight face all day long, there was a difference between when he was angry and when he was not angry, especially in the eyes of a familiar person like her, only angry but very rarely It's a little rare.

Zhu Yourong poured the remaining morning dew in the wooden ladle on another Qianqianyu hand, cleaned it, then took out a piece of sea blue silk towel and wiped the five onion fingers, after a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled and said: "Is it Mr. Zhao? "

Yu Huaijin didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes to the cucumber in his hand.

After Zhu Yourong washed her hands, she walked back to the table, sat down on her knees, her waist straightened, and her posture was elegant. She stretched out her hand to signal the empty seat opposite the table, "Xuanji, sit down."

Yu Huaijin bowed and sat down without speaking.

Zhu Yourong lifted the teapot and shook it lightly, then turned her head to look at the disciple who was staring at her.

"Xuanji wants to say, how did you know as a teacher, didn't you?"

Yu Huaijin withdrew her gaze, pursed her lips, and put the cucumber in her hand on the case table together with the little red fruit that she was embarrassed not to accept.

She turned her eyes to the lower right, staring at the framed word '正' on the mahogany tabletop, without saying a word.

Seeing this, the woman in Confucian shirt couldn't help laughing, "I just think that in the academy, except for Mr. Zhao, who is out of temper, rash and mysterious, no one should be able to make you angry. His face was written all over his face early in the morning." Not happy."

She carried a pot for this close disciple, poured a cup of orchid tea full of morning flavor, bathed in the morning dew of the dawn, the orchid petals washed by autumn frost, the teacup with the morning chill on the wall, and sitting in the early morning sun An elegant man drinking tea.

The second daughter, a pair of master and apprentice, sat opposite each other, following the tea ceremony etiquette, holding a cup of tea.

Yu Huaijin picked up the teacup, stared at the orchid petals floating and said tea noodles, then she couldn't help but tilt her head, glanced at the word 'positive' written by the person that made her have to sigh, and fell silent for a moment.

"He doesn't look like a gentleman at all. He's not upright at all. I... don't like him."

she says.

Zhu Yourong's hand raising the teacup paused slightly, then resumed immediately, without looking at his disciples, "Oh, then ignore Mr. Zhao from now on, and don't talk to him."

Yu Huaijin raised her head, staring intently at the respected gentleman who was also the preacher who led her into Confucianism, and opened her lips and teeth, "Where is the gentleman?"

"Me?" Zhu Yourong took a sip of tea, "I think Mr. Zhao is pretty good..."

She put down the teacup, thought of something, suddenly smiled, raised her head to meet the eyes of the rigid disciple opposite, and said with a smile: "I think, I think, Mr. Zhao is very interesting, people are as interesting as words, I... like."

Yu Huaijin was slightly startled, and then fell silent.

The liking they said just now meant the same thing, the two had a tacit understanding, not the kind of liking between a man and a woman.

But, even so. .

Yu Huaijin nodded: "Okay, sir is sir, and students are students."

Zhu Yourong smiled.

However, Yu Huaijin paused and emphasized again: "However, a gentleman must also be a gentleman, and a student must also be a student."

Zhu Yourong was silent.

The two sentences have different meanings.

The old-fashioned woman said with a serious look: "Zhao Ziyu and I are both students of the master."

At the table, there was silence for a while, only the curling tea smoke remained the same.

After three breaths of silence, the woman in Confucian shirt lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and tapped her head lightly, "Of course."

Yu Huaijin's grip on the teacup was slightly loose.

Afterwards, the banquet continued to be quiet, and no one spoke for a while, and each raised a cup to drink tea, or tilted their heads to admire the orchids.

The two are too familiar.

Familiar with nothing to say.

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(End of this chapter)