i have a sword fairy

Chapter 316 You Rong Presents Words
Zhao Rong has a dark face.

It's not that they don't understand what Jingzi and Yu Huaijin did.

One of them is Zhu Yourong's disciple who entered the room, and the other is a personal school boy.

There is nothing wrong with guarding my husband as tightly as a chest cloth.

just.

What about trust between people?
Zhao Rong felt offended.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the door, silently looking at Jing Zi who had nothing happened, Yu Huaijin with a stern face, and a maid named Bi Fang who was secretly looking at him with big eyes.

If you want to guard against it, you can't guard against it in a concealed way, so as to save face.

Just like this, let me wait in the cold wind outside, doubting my life.

Jingzi seemed to have noticed something.

After looking around, she pouted and said, "Well, what a coincidence, why are you all here today? Isn't it the day when we agreed to come over for tea?"

Yu Luo, the girl in blue who came to rescue the soldiers, glanced at Zhao Rong.

The same is true for Yu Huaijin and Bifang, looking at Zhao Rong.

Face three pairs of big eyes that are either curious, calm, or wrong.

Zhao Rong twitched his mouth, walked straight into the door without saying a word.

He didn't want to answer the question at all.

You really don't know why we're all here, didn't you call Yu Huaijin and the others over?

Yu Huaijin led Bifang to follow.

Jing Zi looked at Zhao Rong's back, stuck out her tongue, closed the door hastily, and continued to follow in a bouncing manner.

On the way to Lanxuan's study.

"Brother Fish is very interested"

Zhao Rong, who was walking in front, complained.

Yu Huaijin raised her hand, but did not answer, but said, "Why did you come early today?"

Jing Zi nodded vigorously, and looked at Zhao Rong with a little vigilance.

It's not yet the day agreed after Zhao Rong drank tea last time.

Want to attack suddenly and get rid of Sister Yu?
Hmph, fortunately, I'm unparalleled, and I have a way to send a message to Sister Yu...

Jing Zi patted Zhu Yourong's small breasts, which saved fabric.

Hearing this, Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Thanks to Brother Yu, if I don't come again, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

Yu Huaijin pursed her lips and remained silent.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head and met Bifang's sideways gaze.

He thought for a while, then smiled with white teeth, "Good morning, have you eaten yet?"

Bifang smiled happily, looked Zhao Rong up and down, and shook her head seriously.

Then she took a peek at Yu Huaijin who was calm.

Zhao Rong glanced at Bifang's frail body and Yu Huaijin's thin body.

He shook his head slightly.

Jingzi said, Zhu Yourong was writing in Lanxuan as usual.

Not long after, a group of four came to Lan Xuan's study.

Zhu Yourong wore a relatively close-fitting pure white Confucian shirt today, which made her elegant temperament even more elegant.

When everyone arrived, she was standing pretty by the window, leaning against the window sill, quietly watering the flowers.

The side face is fair and delicate, just like the people in the painting, with a focused expression at the moment.

The cloud temples are like an inverted waterfall, soft and lustrous.

The Confucian shirt woman in front of the window is demure and dignified.

She was not surprised by the arrival of Zhao Rong and others.

The laughter is flat and the manners are polite.

Zhao Rong explained, and then asked her worriedly, if the well water is ready for today's early arrival.

Zhu Yourong nodded slightly, only saying that he came just in time, she just got it this morning.

Zhao Rong has always been curious about the well water channel of this elegant Confucian woman in front of him.

It's just that she asked about it twice, but she didn't elaborate, she only said that it was a method that couldn't be taught, and it was useless to talk to him.

Zhao Rong also gave up.

At this time, he exhorted again.

"I can get so much well water from you, Mr. Zhu, and I am already very satisfied. If it is very difficult for you to obtain well water, don't force it. I have wronged you."

Zhu Yourong shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just...wasting some time."

Seeing this, Jing Zi on the side hesitated to speak, and looked at Zhao Rong with a little resentment.

Not long after, Zhao Rong drank the seventh cup of Zhengguan well water.

Refreshed.

As usual, he took this opportunity to stay in Lanxuan's study for a while, to check Zhu Yourong's progress in learning the word 'Yong', and give some pointers by the way.

At the desk, Zhao Rong studied Zhu Yourong's ink and watched her write.

The distance between the two, spontaneously controlled just right,

Not far or near.

Inside the house, Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and Bifang were all there.

Zhao Rong looked up at the elegant woman who was writing quietly in front of her.

Ever since he ran into the scenery he shouldn't have seen outside the west window that day, the two of them had a little bold heart-to-heart talk.

These days, because Yu Huaijin and the others were present every time they met,

The two of them were not as comfortable as they were in private.

It's just... Maybe this is also the situation where she deliberately acquiesced.

Control distance.

Well, so does he.

Zhao Rong laughed heartily, and then glanced at Zhu Yourong's gentle profile, ready to look away.

Just the next second, he was slightly stunned.

Because at this moment, Zhao Rong was leaning sideways, with one hand on the desk and the other hanging freely by his side.

At this time, his sleeve was gently pulled by someone.

Before Zhao Rong could react, Zhu Yourong, who was writing quietly, had already spoken.

"I heard that Meng Zhengjun is back."

Her voice was soft and soft, but she had already attracted the attention of everyone in the study.

Not far away, Yu Huaijin and Jingzi looked at her one after another.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sleeves that were still being tugged at the bottom, and nodded in response with his usual expression, "Yes."

Zhu Yourong was writing with one hand, and the other hand was also hanging down, which was blocked by the desk.

At this time, she smiled slightly, "I heard...she is making things difficult for you."

Zhao Rong was noncommittal.

Zhu Yourong's hands paused slightly, and her jade lips parted slightly, "I also heard that Meng Zhengjun's etiquette assessment seems to be sending students to leave the academy?"

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and admired the words, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Where did you hear that there are so many... the truth.

"Well, tomorrow is the deadline, it should be finalized and announced."

With a demure and gentle expression, Zhu Yourong continued to bow her head, writing with one hand and drooping the other.

She seemed to be just a little concerned, and then she had nothing to say.

Not far away, Yu Huaijin and Jing Zi saw that it was just a normal teacher-student conversation and nothing unusual happened, so they slightly turned their attention away.

Zhu Yourong looked down at the rice paper on the table, and suddenly ordered: "Ziyu open your hand and hold the paper for me."

Yu Huaijin and Jing Zi subconsciously glanced at the two people who were communicating normally in front of the desk, and without thinking much, they looked away again.

But the sentence just now, in Zhao Rong's ears, has another meaning...

"Okay, sir."

Zhao Rong nodded in response, the hand that was originally supporting the table stretched out and opened.

Help Zhu Yourong press and fix the paper manuscript he was writing.

Under the table, his other hand, which was covered, also spread out his slender fingers.

Zhao Rong's eyes did not look under the desk.

Face as usual.

The same is true for Zhu Yourong.

Everything goes without saying.

At this time, Zhao Rong's other hand felt that the jade hand that had pulled his sleeve before was loosened.

Zhao Rong waited silently for a while.

In the next second, a soft and cool touch came to my heart from the palm of my hand like a spring breeze.

It was the belly of that jade hand that Zhu Yourong placed under the table.

She tapped on his palm.

This is also the first intimate contact between the two.

Zhao Rong only felt numbness where his palms touched.

Like a gentle electric current, it flows quietly where the skins of the two meet.

But I don't know how she feels at the moment, is it the same?
Zhao Rong glanced sideways at Zhu Yourong.

She was biting her red lips lightly, her eyes were staring straight at the pen, she was writing seriously, her expression was unprecedentedly focused.

It seems that at this moment, the two of them are hiding under the table, touching the white fingers on his palm, not hers.

However, Zhao Rong still saw some unusual clues.

The handwriting that Zhu Yourong was writing was slightly... flustered.

Zhao Rong blinked.

The hands under the table of the two touched each other.

Give them a moment of pause and silence.

But immediately, Zhao Rong knew what Zhu Yourong was going to do.

Under the mahogany desk, Zhu Yourong's bold onion finger moved.

In the palm of Zhao Rong's hand, it was outlined stroke by stroke.

It turned out to be writing.

Zhao Rong suddenly found it interesting.

He raised his head calmly and glanced at the other three women in the study at the moment.

I saw that none of them should have paid attention to something slightly out of bounds that was happening, but they were doing their own things.

Yu Huaijin was playing the piano on the piano platform on the other side of the room.

Sitting on the mahogany round stool with bent legs, Bifang took out the fiery red food bag again, and was eating weird snacks.

Jingzi leaned next to Bifang.

He watched helplessly as the latter ate, and murmured in his mouth.

Although her voice is small, she is also chirping, as if she is naturally close to Bifang.

However, in Zhao Rong's view, there was some strange timidity in this closeness.

For example, at this time, this soft girl named Bifang seemed to be giving Jingzi a treat without regard to snacks.

The girl in blue had no choice but to open her mouth slightly and stare blankly.

Everything in the study is normal.

Well, except him and Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong added something in his heart.

Although Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and Bifang looked at them from time to time, they seemed to be unaware of the small movements of the two people in front of the desk.

Hey, why does it feel a little irritating...

Zhao Rong thought subconsciously.

It's just that he forgot all about it, because Zhu Yourong was in the palm of his left hand, using the jade finger as a brush, and the characters outlined were almost finished.

"forever?"

After feeling it for a while, Zhao Rong thought to himself.

What does she mean by writing the character 'forever'?
At this moment, after Zhu Yourong drew the last stroke, she quietly withdrew her hand, just like she did just now.

A quiet and elegant appearance that nothing happened.

And the moment she finished writing the inexplicable word 'Yong'.

Zhao Rong didn't know if it was an illusion, but his palms felt a little hot.

Uh, heat generated by friction?

Zhao Rong laughed dumbfounded.

As for the meaning of Zhu Yourong's sudden little action...

Uh, the female teacher, who looks quiet and intellectual on the surface, actually has a fiery and rebellious heart. At this moment, under the eyes of everyone, she is doing secret things with male students under the table, seeking excitement?

Well, the more dignified and elegant, the more unrestrained.

The more people there are, the more exciting it is.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

He decided that if the writing just now was just a tentative flirting, then if Zhu Yourong wanted to move on a larger scale, he must resolutely refuse.

Well, be decisive.

Let her respect herself.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly, and continued to open his hands.

It's just that he waited for a long time, but Zhu Yourong didn't make any other moves.

Moreover, Zhao Rong found that the words she was writing became even and stable, as if her thoughts had been put into it.

Was he persuaded to retreat by his uncontrollable righteousness?
Get lost?That would save trouble.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, then thought about the word 'forever' just now.

Forever...forever?
He suddenly said in a serious tone: "The word I taught you last time has already entered the classroom, from now on... there is no need to write it again."

Inside the room, both Yu Huaijin and Jing Zi looked up immediately.

However, after looking at the two people at the table for a while, it seems that there is no suspicion.

Bifang lowered her head and rummaged through the fiery red embroidered pouch, and picked out a 'snack' she had found in the North Sea, and stuffed it into the small mouth of the cherry under the corner of Jingzi's eyes.

Happily squinting and savoring.

This weak girl who seemed to have a lot of "benefactors" muttered something while chewing on snacks.

"Really...well...playing..."

In front of the mahogany desk.

Zhao Rong still looked normal.

The sentence just now has two meanings.

Firstly, judging from his critical eyes, the word 'Yong' written by Zhu Yourong is indeed acceptable,

The second is... Teacher, please respect yourself, don't do small tricks, and... don't hint anything.

Zhu Yourong's beautiful face was peaceful, she was writing silently with her head down.

After she heard the words, she didn't speak.

After about a stick of incense.

Seeing that Zhu Yourong's calligraphy was progressing well, Zhao Rong praised him a few words, and then told him to arrange some calligraphy matters.

He bowed his hands and said goodbye.

Yu Huaijin lingered for a while, talked with the teacher for a while, and took Bifang to leave.

Everyone scattered.

Lan Xuan's study returned to silence.

It is deserted and deserted, like an empty valley.

And the only remaining woman in pure white Confucian shirt with the fragrance of orchids in the room turned her head to look in the direction where a certain man left, and after a while of silence, she shook her temples slightly.

"fool."

The voice is soft and soft.

After scolding a certain impure and cranky guy.

Zhu Yourong looked down at the slender index finger that was writing on Zhao Rong's palm not long ago, and narrowed her eyes.

That should be the best word 'forever' she has ever written as a half-step Nascent Soul Confucian monk.

……

at night.

Dongli Xiaozhu North House.

The casements were closed.

There were no lights.

In the darkness, there was a strange 'wind sound'.

A man is walking around with his eyes closed.

Dance soundly.

Zhao Rong entered that mysterious and mysterious boxing realm again.

Fist all over the body.

Dance like a dreamer.

Drunken people, Xingsheng punches.

The five-movement boxing style of "Negative Mountain Rank" is simple and unpretentious.

But the rhyme is magical.

In Zhao Rong's vision.

A crimson fire dragon that was already in the state of a half-formed flood dragon, like a thunder falling straight down, crashed into a certain meridian pass.

He accumulated many days before.

Now, with the help of the lingering rhyme of the seventh cup of Zhengguan well water in the daytime, it is impacting the seventh meridian of the eight extra meridians.

Yin dimension vein.

a moment.

in the dark.

The curtain in front of the bed, which had been tumbling in the wind, suddenly calmed down gradually.

Immediately, a pair of star pupils lit up, like stars in the sky, falling into the house.

Shining and shining.

"Whoo~"

Without a sound, the Yin Wei Vein has been broken!

Zhao Rong let out a long breath.

So far, among the eight extraordinary channels in the body, only the Yangwei channel remains.

At this time, Zhao Rong is only one step away from the dream of Fuyao Realm!

He calmed down for a while, calming down the turmoil in his body.

Zhao Rong didn't think about it any more, went to fetch hot water for a bath, returned to the bed, and fell asleep.

It's just that he didn't deliberately enter the landscape dream, but rested at ease.

The next morning.

Zhao Rong got up early, and when he was ready, he opened the door and went to Mochi Academy.

If there are no accidents, the arrangements for the etiquette exam will be announced today...

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PS1: Thank you for the 200000 coin leader's reward from the good brother of "Japan and South Korea Selected Luo Guoshi"!Cough, good brother, come to fencing!
　PS2: Brothers, Valentine's Day is fast... go to bed, don't stay up late, the opponent (ji) machine is not good.

　　As for Valentine's Day blessings, Xiao Rong won't talk about it. Those who are still reading novels at this point, ahem, probably don't have a girlfriend...

　　Ah, what, this point is still in the codeword?

　　You scold again!You scold again!You... woo woo woo woo woo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)