i have a sword fairy

Chapter 277 The girl who attacked

Zhao Rong knew that every time such an embarrassing scene, something bad would happen.

If it wasn't more embarrassing, if it wasn't for being hit by someone, he would die immediately.

Just like now, Zhao Rong really wanted to ask the person outside the door, did you step on the door to come in?
But after thinking about it, if that person pushed the door and came in later, maybe something more embarrassing might happen...

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Rong felt much more comfortable, but he was taken aback immediately, what more embarrassing things would happen to this 'difficult little girl Zhu', isn't it embarrassing enough to be patted by her now?
At this moment, in the study of Lanxuan with the plaque named 'Yi Lan You Zi'.

After the door was pushed open by someone, accompanied by a female voice exclaiming, the air in the room became quiet for about three breaths.

Zhao Rong, who was speechless, shrank back in an instant, avoiding Zhu Yourong's claws.

And Zhu Yourong seemed to be thinking for a moment, and the outstretched bare hand was suddenly withdrawn from the man's forehead where it should not have been, as if it had touched a red soldering iron.

In front of the desk, the dodging movements of the man and the woman happened almost at the same time. Afterwards, the two also turned their heads almost at the same time, looking in the direction of the door.

What I saw was a girl in blue with a book cap crookedly worn on her small head. There was a little gray and black smear on her left cheek. At this moment, her mouth was slightly opened, and a pair of big, dark eyes in the past were opening round. Guang stared at the two people in front of the desk.

One is her beloved husband, and the other is a guy whose name he likes very much and doesn't seem to be so annoying anymore.

But now... what are you doing?This speed is too fast! ?

Jingzi stepped over the threshold with one foot, and left the other foot outside the door, holding a bamboo teapot in her arms that was about to be sent to the study room, but the scene she encountered at this time made her mind a little confused, just feeling the vision Everything around here is messed up:
Where is this, is it a study, what am I doing here, that is my husband, sir, where do you put your hands, woohoo, what is this dangling thing... why do you have no chest, there is a man in the room Ah, you are still so close, smiling and touching his big head...

The girl in blue was full of small question marks in her head, and then she saw that the two people in front of the desk shrank their heads and hands tacitly as if they had been caught in an 'adultery relationship', and then looked like nothing happened just now.

Zhu Yourong also stroked the Confucian shirt, but the pulling action of arranging the clothes also involved a certain canteen that Jingzi regarded as her own, but at present, it seemed that someone might violate her sovereignty and put her status in jeopardy. Territory, for a while, 'the waves are like fury' rose.

At this moment, in front of the desk, Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong couldn't help frowning when they saw the little girl outside the door who used to be hot and bustling, with such a dazed expression, they looked at each other, and then turned their heads away again.

Zhu Yourong coughed and opened her mouth to speak.

Zhao Rong didn't hesitate, he took the initiative to take a step forward, and said in a clear voice, "Miss Jingzi, it's not what you think, listen..."

boom----!
His words were interrupted, and the study fell into silence again, because the sunshine and the figure of a girl in blue were locked outside...

Outside.

Jing Zi grabbed the doorknob with both hands in lightning speed, closed the door, turned around and ran away.

She didn't know where she was going to run, anyway, running would be the end of the matter.

Under the sun, on the flower path, the static posture holding the tea pot and running, the corners of the eyes are a little sparkling.

I don't listen to your sophistry, hmph, I don't bother you either, I understand, I'll leave, so you don't want Jingzi to be in the way, and call me annoying, blah blah...

The teapot in Jingzi's arms was filled with freshly picked orchid tea leaves.

She risked her life before with a small shovel to dig out the bamboo root mud in the bamboo forest next to the Zunjing Pavilion, and ran back after filling it with sumeru. After carefully studying the bamboo root mud, she found that it was really very good. It is suitable for growing orchids, and it is a first-class orchid growing thing.

Later, she suddenly thought of Zhao Ziyu, who gave her advice, and felt that this guy...seemed to be a nice person. Before, it seemed, it seemed, maybe she had a bad temper and misunderstood him. It seems to be quite magnanimous, not embarrassing...

Jingzi felt a little embarrassed, so she ran to the small tea garden and picked the tea leaves with morning dew on her own, because she knew that Zhao Rong came to Yilanxuan to find her husband, probably for tea.

So, holding the tea pot, she came to Lanxuan's study room, opened the door and went in with ease, and then came across the scene just now...

Jing Zi really never expected that this Zhao Ziyu didn't come to have tea, he came to rub her husband!

Such a deep routine, are all the students in the academy so dishonest now? The routine is so deep that even the teacher will not let it go.

Wuwuwu, she was careless, she shouldn't have flashed, she should have entered Lan Xuan's study with him, and put out this dangerous little flame in the cradle, but now...

Jingzi raised the back of her hand and rubbed her eyes, as if sand had gotten into her eyes, she sniffed, and looked back at Lanxuan's study in the distant forest.

Jingzi pursed her mouth and muttered to herself.

"Woo, sir, you are too fast."

Excluding the time you talked about with Zhao Ziyu, it is less than half a month since we met.

"Why...how did you get on good terms with him so quickly?"

This small flame also burns too fast!
Jingzi remembered that she and her husband were outside before they came to this small place.

Because of the reputation of the gentleman, the gentleman in the Confucian school, the modest scholar, the famous scholar, and even the powerful monk come to see the gentleman, and sometimes they may not see each other once in half a year. The gentleman is too busy, and they are all quietly entertaining guests. He arranged to meet with him, and even among those refined and courteous men who had known the husband for a long time, except for the classmates who had a good relationship in school, they were just friends of gentlemen.

My husband has a serious obsession with cleanliness, and he doesn't even share the tea set for guests. How could he touch a man...to touch his head! ?
In the eyes of Jing Zi before, this is simply a fantasy. The husband seldom touches her head, unless... she arches too hard when she is "whispering" at night.

So why did the sir touch his head?
The more Jingzi thought about it, the more she blushed.

"Could it be... is this the dry wood and fire written in the book?"

A certain quiet night flashed in the little head of the girl in blue again. She avoided the words and sentences mentioned in the comic book with illustrations that her husband hid under the quilt and peeped under the dim light of the firefly sac. There is also a corresponding picture that makes her face flush...

Jingzi felt that the 'secret recipes for growth' written in these books were useless, but the accompanying stories were quite interesting, but a bit short.

But at present, these are not important anymore, Jingzi feels that there is a more urgent problem waiting for her to face.

On the flower path in Yilanxuan, the short-legged girl in blue clothes stopped, and she hugged the tea pot in her bosom with all her strength. It's a pity that the children's book clothes are too thin, and there is no soft cushion , It hurts from her quiet posture, but right now she doesn't have time to care about this, the momentum of declaring war with someone is more important.

Under the quiet sunshine in the morning, the little girl turned around slowly, her eyebrows were gathered upside down, her mouth was pursed, she stared at the direction of Lan Xuan's study, and nodded vigorously. , eyes, blocked by a pointed nose.

Half of the face is covered...

"oops!"

Jingzi straightened her hat angrily, stared in the direction of Lanxuan's study, regained her composure, with little flames of fighting in her eyes.

There, in her former territory, a certain student surnamed Zhao who was lured into the house by her is using his harmless appearance, concealing his identity as a student, and his strange calligraphy skills to take advantage of his husband's joy when he meets a fellow like-minded person, and to recognize people with letters. The innocence of Aiwujiwu and Chilan, the eldest sister of all the orchids in Yilanxuan, although her cultivation base is only a hundred years old, is favored by a certain seventh-level monster, who laments that she has the potential to become a great sage of the monster clan The cafeteria of the orchid fairy, staring at her, might even have quietly stretched out her evil claws, but Mr. still doesn't know it, like a white and tender lamb, smiling at the big bad wolf in sheep's clothing...

Jing Zi's expression was unprecedentedly serious.

Under this unshirkable responsibility, she suddenly felt that she had grown up. There was never a moment when Jing Zi felt the taste of growing up so deeply.

In fact... if there is only one more "shigong" who competes with her for a delicious husband and soft food in the cafeteria, Jingzi will not react so much.

And maybe there is no need to queue up in the cafeteria to compete for food. With my husband's capital, even if it is full of food and housing, it is more than enough to have one more Zhao Ziyu who eats soft meals.

However, a gentleman is a gentleman, and a student is a student. In this Confucian academy where teachers and students are strict in etiquette, any sign of it is to risk the world's disgrace, let alone successfully get together. As long as the seniority is not right, nothing will matter .

Mr. has given up a lot. If this happens again, and let the Academy or Confucian Temple know, then the position of the first-class Confucian scholar...

Besides, in this academy, Jing Zi felt 100% unable to pass that certain test.

At this time, she took a deep breath, and looked at Lan Xuan's study with more determined eyes.

The girl in blue stared intently, moved her body suddenly, strode forward with her short legs... The next second, she twisted her body, turned on the spot, turned her back to Lan Xuan's study, and ran in the opposite direction.

There is the courtyard gate of Yi Lanxuan.

……

In Zhao Rong's life, apart from being beaten by his mother and Mr. Fang, Mr. Zhu Yourong and Mr. Zhu were the first to let him eat.

Among the women I met in the past, Xiao Xiao and Qing Jun were the ones who experienced such a sudden change in painting style.

One is Su Huxian who has become arrogant, and the other is Fairy Zhao who has turned into deserted.

Both of them want to impress their lover and husband with arrogance and make him obedient, but there is no one who directly fights like they are doing now.

At this moment, in Lan Xuan's study.

Zhao Rong looked at the door that was closed with a bang, and swallowed the phrase 'listen to my explanation'.

Hearing the hurried footsteps outside the door, he nodded, turned his head expressionlessly, and stared at Zhu Yourong.

After the latter straightened her Confucian shirt, she was biting her lips and looking in the direction of the door. At this time, she blinked slightly to meet Zhao Rong's calm gaze, and she looked a little innocent.

Coauthored... You don't care at all, do you?
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and was speechless.

After that, the house was a little quiet, the two looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his reddish forehead with his palm. He looked at the 'Mr. Zhu' in front of him blankly, and nodded slowly as if he was confirming something.

Zhu Yourong blinked again, next to her legs, she quietly hid the board she was still holding in her right hand, with her hands behind her waist.

Afterwards, as if feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at by Zhao Rong's calm gaze, Zhu Yourong freed up a hand, lifted it forward, and wanted to pat his head again.

But in her opinion, it might just be the gentle and gentle teacher Zhu's considerate care for student Zhao Ziyu.

Zhao Rong dodged the hand that made his teeth itch, stared at Zhu Yourong, and immediately passed her, walked to the side of the desk, rolled up his sleeves, dipped his pen and ink, and looked down at the table with frowning eyes.

Seeing this, Zhu Yourong angrily withdrew her hand that wanted to care for the students.

"Hey, do you want to learn this word, Teacher Zhu?"

Zhao Rong's voice came from the side of the desk, Zhu Yourong turned his head to look, he was holding a writing brush by his sleeve while staring at the things on the table, the writing brush in his hand was pressed into the black ink of the inkstone by Zhao Rong, Rotate back and forth to dip in the ink, without looking at the eyes, the movements are skillful.

Zhu Yourong's lacquer-like pupils rolled around.

Tzuyu is... angry?

"Oh." She nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and said in a voiceless voice with her lips curled up:
"Study, of course. Didn't that just let Ziyu relax, you haven't taught me how to write those words yet."

Before the words finished, Zhu Yourong trotted to the table.

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he held back from looking up at her, because he was afraid of "again" accidentally seeing something that Teacher Zhu allowed it to be an eyesore, but he was not allowed to see it, and was caught by law enforcement.

Also... to relax is to pat Ben on the forehead, right?

OK, remember.

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