i have a sword fairy

Chapter 292 Zhao Ziyu, there is a girl looking for you

On the corridor of the Mochi Academy.

"Brother Duyi, don't stare at her back. If I guess correctly, she is Concubine Zhao Ling, the embryo of the sword fairy, and the Tianjiao of the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion. Don't you know her? That's right, this Junior Sister Zhao of the Taiqing Mansion is really low-key. The only brother is a busy man again."

"By the way, the junior brother named Ji Ganyi in Taiqing Taiyi Mansion is very high-profile recently. Brother Duyi must know him. He has been in the limelight recently. Well, he is indeed very powerful. Whether it is talent or background, a soon-to-be golden elixir The Tianjiao who graduated from the Taiqing Mansion are all his maids."

"Outsiders who don't know about it think that this plan is the No. 1 of the Taiqing Sifu, the younger generation, but..."

'Talking tuberculosis' Yang Wuwei smiled and said slowly to Sima Duyi who forgot to leave:
"However, this junior was also trampled under by Concubine Zhao Ling. It seems that he just caught up with him recently."

With one hand behind his back, he shook his head slightly.

"Well, it's also the beauty in purple, the embryo of the sword fairy, the fairy on the mountain, the proud girl of the human race, what other titles, it should be written like this in the newspapers of the mansion on the mountain... Forget it. What does Brother Duyi think of this junior sister Zhao? Compared with the one in your poem."

Sima Duyi still didn't answer, and the previous smile had faded in an instant.

He put away the purple Confucian classics, looked at Yang Wuwei with raised eyelids, turned and left.

Before leaving, he also looked at Guiyan in the sky.

Yang Wuwei watched Sima leave alone.

There was still a little smile on his lips.

The waterside promenade by the water suddenly became quiet, leaving only one person.

This elegant and talkative young Confucian scholar was quiet for a while.

He suddenly turned his head to look north, his eyes were slightly closed, and in the light between his eyes, an ancient city built by someone was reflected.

"Duyou...Duyou...Du...you? Heh, don't worry, if you can find it, if I can find it, there must be traces of you in those history books. Tianya Jiange, Youlan Mansion... Weiwei Mountain , Xinranzong... Weiran..."

Yang Wuwei muttered to himself.

At a certain moment, it seemed to remember something.

Smile slightly.

"Zhao Ziyu, who is straightforward, official history and unofficial history... Interesting. What a coincidence, he is still in the same hall with her...Yu Xuanji? Good name..."

He really has a lot to say, a lot of truth to say.

To some, to some.

However, no hurry.

----

Concubine Zhao Ling thanked Yang Wuwei who was guiding the way, and walked lightly towards the school in the distance.

Every time she got closer to that person, her steps became lighter.

Regarding the two young Confucian scholars with strange styles of painting just now, the only thing that caught Concubine Zhao Ling's attention was the aura of the two.

Absolutely above the grandeur.

As for the identities of Rong'er's two senior brothers, she had some vague guesses.

Regarding the friendly tone of the elegant young man when he talked about Zhao Rong just now, this tearful woman who has always been indifferent to her own status, fame and wealth can't help but feel a little proud on her pretty face.

She is proud of her husband.

Although Brother Rong is only a Mochi student who has just entered the academy, he knows all young talents such as academy scholars and reading seeds.

And when he was in Taiqing Mansion before, that Mr. Yan seemed to have a good eye for Brother Rong Er.

Concubine Zhao Ling's Qiushui eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her lips curled into a beautiful curve.

Although her sweetheart is not the unrivaled hero described in the book, he is also an upright and dignified scholar.

It's all the best in her heart.

It was the early Chunyang in her eyes, dazzling but not dazzling, just right.

But Concubine Zhao Ling felt that when she was hugged by him, it almost warmed her up.

Then I just felt that my whole person became a little strange... But it doesn't matter, because only Brother Rong saw it... Hmm... How dare he laugh?

On the ten-mile long corridor built along the lake in the Mochi Academy, a cold woman with hurried steps smiled sweetly.

After a while, she lowered her head slightly.

Although this "childhood bamboo horse and now hair" husband, occasionally when getting along in private, he will not be serious, thinking about and doing some "bad" things to bully her.

But Concubine Zhao Ling thinks that Brother Rong'er is really good when he is good.

He will hold her in his hands, afraid of melting and melting.

And even if he did...bad things, he was still cautious, his movements were gentle, and he cared about her expression and her feelings from time to time.

So...Concubine Zhao Ling, who is always happy, is already very, very content.

If she was given a better brother Rong'er, she would be uneasy and worried about her heart.

Just like Concubine Zhao Ling was a little annoyed not long ago, Mr. Zhuma Husband seems not to want to eat her soft food.

Although Brother Rong is her son-in-law, the two of them are childhood sweethearts like relatives, and now they are even more like sisters, and they have agreed to hold hands and grow old together.

This kind of name of the son-in-law at the foot of the mountain is just a name, and even Concubine Zhao Ling never mentions it, and is still working hard to downplay it.

This was also the reason why the always polite Concubine Zhao Ling was furious after Senior Sister Yunzi publicly revealed the identity of Zhao Rong's son-in-law at the Nuanxi Gathering.

Therefore, she can't force Brother Rong who doesn't want to eat soft food, let alone 'teach him to do things'.

In addition to the private art of controlling husbands, Aunt Liu also talked to Concubine Zhao Ling about how to be a Confucian wife, the most important thing is to take care of her husband's face.

But Brother Rong doesn't eat soft food, but this is another signal that makes Concubine Zhao Ling a little worried.

Therefore, on the last holiday, she quietly brought a bowl of 'soft rice' to Zhao Rong...

Thinking of what happened on the last holiday, Concubine Zhao Ling's eyelashes trembled.

She pursed her lips lightly, her eyes lowered.

After a while, he seemed to remember something.

On the promenade, this cold woman who looked as cold as early spring and March when she was not smiling, raised her eyes, quickened her steps, and went looking for that person.

----

At this moment.

In the willful hall, all the students actually know the existence of the purple-clothed woman not far outside the hall.

From time to time, there are students in the hall who are studying ink and changing brushes, looking through the casement and peeking at the eye-catching purple scenery.

The students in the willful class almost all know who this graceful purple-clothed woman is waiting for outside the classroom.

Good guess.

First of all, because, except for the new 'Mr. Zhao'.

Most of the students in the candid hall knew each other quite well, but it was the first time seeing the woman in purple who was waiting outside, so she was very strange.

Secondly, when I was in class not long ago, everyone could still vividly remember the "busy" that someone followed one after another.

Not to mention that he said helplessly that the lady was coming.

The answer is already on the horizon.

In the whimsical hall at the moment, many students who were writing couldn't help but look at Mr. Zhao with a calm expression.

Except for Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying who had long known about Concubine Zhao Ling's existence.

Xiao Hongyu looked at Zhao Rong in a different way.

Li Xueyou bit her lip and looked at Zhao Rong's back, then she couldn't help turning her head again, the eyes under her eyelids reflected the 'purple' outside the window.

Her expression was stunned, as if she was recalling something, comparing the current purple clothes with a certain memory.

And Wu Peiliang, who had settled down a long time ago, at this moment, turned his head to look at Zhao Rong for a while, and turned his head to look out the window for a while.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

In fact, it is not surprising that everyone in the hall made a fuss and had no knowledge.

It was because of the purple-clothed woman in the sunshine outside the door, her appearance and temperament were truly stunning.

She is tall and slim like a green lotus. Although she has been wandering around in shock, she keeps tilting her head, as if she is staring at someone in the school.

This kind of scenery is just outside the door. It is the first time for the students of the straightforward school to see her, and it is not too much to say that she is a stunning beauty.

And the young Confucian student in the school with his usual face, walking around with his sleeves folded...

After staring wide-eyed for a while, Wu Peiliang felt like jumping up and asking someone what he could do.

However, he was suppressed not long ago, and when he thought of Zhao Rong's plain eyes... he withered again.

Of course Zhao Rong is not blind, he already knew what was going on in the school.

As for Qing Jun outside the door, when she just arrived, Zhao Rong turned his head and saw her, but at that time, he only glanced at each other for a short time, then quickly withdrew his gaze, and once again supervised the writing of the students in the willful hall .

He turned a deaf ear to the various gazes that came to him one after another, and continued with his class.

Thus, such a scene appeared inside and outside the school.

In the school, Zhao Rong stopped and walked between the seats.

Outside the school, Concubine Zhao Ling glanced around, wandering around.

He is studying seriously.

She watched quietly from a distance outside, not to disturb him.

All it takes is the first glance of the two of them when Concubine Zhao Ling arrived, and they got married to have a tacit understanding.

However, Zhao Rong would stop in front of some students' seats from time to time, or bend down to demonstrate, or point out.

And every time he stopped in the school, next to several female students, and approached the tutor.

The figure in purple clothes outside the school would unconsciously stop and stop, as if eagerly looking forward to it.

It's just that the distance is quite far, and the students of the willful class can't see clearly the expression of the woman in purple under the sun.

But this figure of standing still and looking forward, still makes people feel worried for her.

Moreover, the eyes of the woman in purple should be the figure of a young Confucian scholar.

And when Zhao Rong left those female students.

The woman in purple will follow Zhao Rong's footsteps again, wandering around, as if her figure has become lighter...

After a while, the school gradually became noisy.

If it wasn't for the knocking of the penholder, the creaking of the desk and chair, or the sliding of the inkstone...

There are so many different things.

"Cough cough."

Zhao Rong frowned, covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Yu Huaijin also stood up with a straight face.

Seeing this, the students who had been looking around turned around and wrote at their desks again, looking serious.

The willful hall became quiet again.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sun outside, get out of class was not over yet.

He thought for a while, twisted his body, and walked towards the gate of the willful hall.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was under the sunlight in the distance, stopped her wandering steps, and then walked quickly towards the gate of the candid hall.

Zhao Rong smiled warmly and watched the lady approaching.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head slightly, not looking at him.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head and glanced at the hall. The students who were peeking up hurriedly lowered their heads and returned to their desks.

He shook his head lightly, then restrained the smile on his face, and said softly, "Go to Dongli Xiaozhu and wait for me first."

Zhao Lingfei opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Zhao Rong directly gave her the key.

Concubine Zhao Ling took it, hesitated to speak, but nodded slightly after seeing Zhao Rong turning her head to supervise from time to time.

She smiled slightly, turned around and left first.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth raised, but he didn't have time to watch him off.

He turned around directly, returned to the willful classroom, and started the calligraphy class again...

After about a stick of incense.

Not far away in the mountains and forests, there was a sound of bells.

It's time for recess in calligraphy class.

After that, there will be another class, about half an hour.

After writing for more than half an hour, the willful students got up to relax.

The same was true for Zhao Rong, who turned around and walked back to the podium long table, not knowing what he was thinking again, with a smile on his face.

dong dong dong-

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door of the school.

Immediately afterwards, there was still an unfamiliar voice:

"Excuse me, is Zhao Ziyu here?"

again?Who is this time?
Zhao Rong couldn't help but smile even more.

He leisurely turned his head to look, but saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man whom he didn't know, wearing the attire of the gatekeeper at the main entrance of the academy.

"I'm Zhao Ziyu, what's the matter?"

The steward of the porter cut to the chase and said, "There is a girl looking for you at the main entrance of the academy."

Zhao Rong: "......!!!"

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