i have a sword fairy

Chapter 275 You're wasting your fabric, saying I'm hard to raise?

Today's Yi Lanxuan is exceptionally quiet.

In the flower garden in the yard, there is a quiet figure practicing calligraphy at the desk.

Among the lush flowers that ignore the seasons, there is also a missing girl in blue clothes who used to be busy in the past, running around with a flower shovel to loosen the soil.

As for the waiting booth next to the courtyard gate, since someone became a teaching assistant, there were no Mochi students who came to ask for advice.

In fact, this does not mean that the Mochi students have no more questions to ask Mr. Zhu, but that no one would be so stupid as to come over to be a grandson of an 'aunt'.

And this 'Grandma' named Jingzi, who couldn't calm down at all, is squatting in the bamboo forest next to the Zunjing Pavilion not far from Yilanxuan, quietly but diligently picking up a small shovel' Stealing 'earth' is just like racing against time.

The girl in blue was shoveling mud from bamboo roots in her hands, and raised her small head from time to time, looking around, like a deer sneaking to the river to drink water, looking around vigilantly from time to time.

With her big eyes, she mostly glanced to the side, the attic with the plaque named 'Zunjing' that blocked the sun.

The attic was quiet, early in the morning, no one entered or exited.

Jingzi breathed a sigh of relief.

You know, in the past, if it was not necessary, she would not come near here unless she was brought along by her husband and had to come with him, just like a few days ago...

But today, for the sake of the suffering sisters in Yilanxuan, Jingzi wiped off her sweat, put on a sullen face, and fought...

At this time, in the quiet Yilan Pavilion, there is an elegant study hidden among orchids and forest leaves.

The gentle and clear voice of a certain woman is echoing.

"...However, other than that, if you want to say that you don't want to do anything else at all, just think about doing what you like all day long, and writing your own words, that's not all."

"As for the matter of entering the Tao of calligraphy, if I can be lucky enough to walk this path while I am writing happily, of course it is the best. You Rong is not a person who has no desires and no desires, and makes the things I like become For the sake of a broad road, so that those who love calligraphy in the future can walk this path more unimpeded. I will also feel proud and satisfied with this kind of thing, and I have a sense of accomplishment in my heart. In fact, this is why I came to Linlu Academy to teach while writing. One of the origins of the 'Seventh Art'."

"Beyond that, to silence former opponents, and to make relatives and friends feel proud... If it is possible to have these things, it is of course the best if I can do them."

"However, even if there are none, it doesn't matter. They are all scenery along the way, not the purpose of my doing these things. They... are just embellishments."

"That's all... that's all!"

She was still talking to herself, and finally became silent, but her tone became more and more certain.

At this moment, in the room, in front of the desk, a woman in a Confucian shirt, who wasted a lot of clothes, was standing on tiptoe with two jade feet, leaning forward with her whole body, leaning her weight forward on the edge of the table, pressing her hand on the table next to the inkstone, The other hand has stretched out to the top of the head at some point, and the five fingers are slightly spread, raised high, as if to grab something in the sky above the head, and hold it firmly in the hand.

The young Confucian scholar on the side, with his sleeves rolled up, watched the originally demure and elegant woman in front of him make this silly, somewhat 'secondary' movement, and he couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly.

It was a little funny, but for some reason, I couldn't laugh.

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes lightly, watching this scene, such a Zhu Yourong, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

It turned out that she was neither of the first two types in her imagination, she was just a simple love of writing... an idiot.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, and took a few glances at Zhu Yourong's serious profile.

So, interesting people, plus interesting things?
Suddenly, Zhao Rong glanced subconsciously again, just one glance, the interesting person in front of him "has a very interesting scenery".

If the scenery here was not hidden, it would be difficult to ignore, especially at this time she was still standing on tiptoe, with her chest raised and her hands raised upwards.

In fact, from a certain point of view, it's no wonder that after seeing Zhu Yourong for the first time, he yelled at Zhao Rong to go soft.

This soft meal is not only eaten by Zhao Rong alone, the whole family is probably full...

At this moment, Zhu Yourong's innocent posture unexpectedly brought a different impression.

It further highlights the close-fitting and compactness of the Confucian shirt, except for the most conspicuous pair of big and "square" suns that make Zhao Rong secretly worry that they will suddenly break through the clouds at a certain moment and freeze the air.

It also outlines the other beautiful and round arcs of her plump and graceful body.

This is the scenery that has been hidden behind the wide Confucian shirt and neglected until now.

Now it's just because of a childlike movement, it's fully exposed in front of Zhao Rong... From this point of view, the scenery that embraces all rivers doesn't look so abrupt when the whole is put together.

Because judging by Zhao Rong's picky eyes that are good at discovering beauty and appreciating beauty, I have to admit that Zhu Yourong's body curve is indeed very good, even to the point where it can only be described bluntly with vulgar language.

At this moment, even if it was not the first time to see it, Zhao Rong still couldn't help but click his tongue secretly.

Some worried for Zhu Yourong that this Confucian shirt would be torn apart, and at a certain moment, he was caught off guard and turned on his back...

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt a little puzzled, how did she hide it wrapped in a cloth and corseted her chest before, it was so uncomfortable.

If Qingjun is like this, then Zhao Rong must be very distressed. Before seeing his precious lady's two jade feet are small and delicate, Zhao Rong even frowned and worried that she had wrapped them secretly, but later, Qingjun seemed to see He frowned, and actually worried that Zhao Rong was a bit too big and didn't like it, so he hated it in his heart, and asked anxiously, if she wanted to try wrapping it up, but Zhao Rong quickly stopped him and explained, How could he be willing to...

But at this moment, looking at this Zhu Yourong who seemed a little different, Zhao Rong just scolded himself for worrying, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

Thinking, innocent.

Because Zhu Yourong at this time, in his eyes, is indeed very different, the most important thing is the temperament and self-confidence that come from within.

This is what really shines, not just entertaining people with sex.

Zhao Rong now privately thinks that this is the real beauty of women... So, those inspiring chicken soup articles in previous lives that encouraged high-level beauty and criticized low-level beauty, are you honestly not deceiving me?
It's just that if women don't lack these things, then of course it's great.

Zhao Rong had a serious expression and nodded slightly. Thinking of this, his eyes turned to a place of low-level beauty again, with some critical eyes...

Just when someone's eyes are dishonest and distracted for a moment.

Zhu Yourong, whose posture was a bit free of himself, narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at them from the corner of his eye, and immediately opened them wide.

In the next second, her posture with her chest up and her head up collapsed, and her movements changed suddenly. She grabbed a stack of papers beside her hand, rolled her hands together, and slapped this guy on the head with lightning speed.

Snapped--!
"What are you looking at?"

Zhu Yourong's tone was fierce.

Caught on the spot.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Zhu Yourong scowled fiercely, Liu stared at Zhao Rong, and the scroll of paper in his hand dangled in front of him as if in a demonstration, "You were looking around again just now!"

"???"

Zhao Rong has black lines all over his face, why did he use the word 'again'?
Snapped--!
Seeing his dissatisfied face, opening his mouth as if he wanted to quibble, Zhu Yourong raised his hand again, picked it up heavily, and gently put it down and knocked Zhao Rong's head. On a beautiful face, there was an expression of hatred.

"It was hard to have a heart-to-heart talk, and there was some atmosphere, but in the end, it was all disturbed by you. You, you, you are thinking about something all day long."

Her pair of clear eyes reflected Zhao Rong's face, she spoke softly and articulately,
"I thought you were different from other men. Although the man you tried to get rid of was not a great man, you should be a strange man. As a result, now it seems..."

Zhu Yourong pursed her lips, stared at Zhao Rong, and remained silent.

This watery eye wave made the thick-skinned Zhao Rong feel a little guilty, as if he had really secretly done something dirty and wretched that he should never have done, and she was caught and provoked. The beautiful woman in front of me mourned silently, her sin was unforgivable, so she quickly washed her neck and ended it by herself, maybe she could win a few tears of regret from the woman in front of her.

But who is Zhao Rong?

If Su Xiaoxiao was present at this question, he would definitely jump up and rush to answer it.

Zhao Lang is a bad guy.

Then, under Zhao Rong's gratified eyes with a smile and no words, the little fox demon would definitely piss a few times, change his words, and pat his chest with certainty:

"Scholar, the little Zhao Lang is a scholar with grandeur in his chest.

I will never do anything in bed at night, pinching, rubbing, pressing, biting... Also, touching, holding, pulling, pulling, holding, stretching, arching, coming out, entering, shaking , shoot... Dan Xiaoxiao, um, it seems to be gone, huh, I will not do things like bullying Xiaoxiao who are not so educated, are you right, Zhao Lang? '(Zhao Rong: …………)
At this time, beside the desk.

Zhao Rong leaned back, thinking that he should be out of the attack range of the ruthless woman in front of him.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhu Yourong, and actually wanted to tell her with a sincere tone.

It's really not wrong at all, you are right, I am really not some strange man, just a little son-in-law, Mr. Zhu, please don't look down upon me any more, don't.What?That's right, I just don't know how to compliment...

However, at this moment, Zhu Yourong threw together with him a scapegoat named dirty and impure, suspecting that he was thinking something wrong, Zhao Rong couldn't bear it.

He said seriously:

"I didn't look around, don't add the word 'you' to tarnish my innocence, I just looked at it with an admiring gaze."

Zhu Yourong held a scroll of paper manuscripts in her hand, and placed it in front of Su's chest, frowning.

"Okay, Zhao Ziyu, I admitted that I was watching it, and even found another way to cover it up, using some fallacies to sophistry, let me ask you, do you know where you are looking, has the most holy teacher ever taught you not to look at evil? ?”

Zhao Rong said directly without thinking: "Of course I know, I was just looking at something that was in the way just now. As for the most holy master, he taught me a lot, and said that you are difficult to raise. Now it seems that it is true. That's right."

Zhu Yourong nodded, so it's all my fault, blame me... not having a corset, distracting you?Besides, is it eating your rice, or wasting your fabric, you said it is difficult to raise...

Snapped--!
"..."

Zhao Rong was careless, and he didn't dodge it, but... so strong, is this a half-step Nascent Soul, it feels like he can't dodge at all... Damn.

Zhu Yourong slightly lifted her chin, hummed softly, and squinted at him.

"What did Ziyu say, can you say it again, I, the little girl that my former teacher said just now, didn't hear clearly."

While leaning towards Zhao Rong, she raised the corners of her lips, but her voice was unprecedentedly gentle.

(End of this chapter)