i have a sword fairy

Chapter 342 The book really has Yan Ruyu and Zhisheng Tianzhi
When Zhao Rong entered the room, what caught his eyes was a warm pavilion filled with ancient books and bamboo slips.

With an elegant young man sitting cross-legged among the piles of books, busy writing on a small desk.

Inside the room, the light was a little dim, and there was an old smell of books.

Yang Wuwei was still wearing the light blue uniform he wore when he went to Mochi Academy to look for Zhao Rong that day, with a jade bib hanging around his waist, and the clothes were simple and elegant.

At this time, he seemed to have seen Zhao Rong enter the room, got up, walked through the 'winding path' among the piles of books, came to the east window, and pushed open the casement.

Suddenly, sunlight broke into the house from the window, lighting up the warm pavilion.

The breeze followed suit, and in the air among the piles of history books, countless dust danced in the air.

Yang Wuwei turned his head, and there was a white cloud passing by outside the window behind him, he said with a smile: "Junior Brother Zhao, it's a bit early."

Zhao Rong nodded, walked towards the window, picked up a history book of a certain country in the pile of books, flipped through it calmly, and said: "I have to go out for a while, and I have to leave tomorrow, so I have to come first."

Yang Wuwei's expression froze, "So that's the case. It stands to reason that the younger brother should hang out with the older brother for a while."

The air was quiet for a while, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Yang Wuwei walked back to the table and sat down, "Where is Junior Brother going?"

Zhao Rong was in front of the window, glanced out, and said casually: "Dali. I was sent there for the etiquette examination in the middle of the month."

"Da Li?" Yang Wuwei murmured, turned his head to look at the pile of books next to him, and nodded, "It's really close."

Zhao Rong nodded, and in the sunlight, he flipped through the history book he had brought along.

He frowned, and found that this was an unofficial history, and he saw a lot of man-made annotations on it, and the ink still looked very new.

Zhao Rong looked up at Yang Wuwei.

The latter didn't know what to do, and was looking for something in the pile of books.

Obviously, these comments should be made by the elegant young man in front of him.

Yang Wuwei, who was looking through the pile of books, seemed to feel Zhao Rong's gaze, and said without raising his head:

"At present, the history in the building is still based on the official histories of various countries. This is also an authoritative historical material that has been generally recognized by our Confucian scholars throughout the ages."

"However, I was deeply inspired and deeply moved when I read the commentary and analysis of the unofficial history of Nankang written by my younger brother."

"So I imitated the method of my junior brother, and tried it out. Based on these unofficial historical materials, I can see if I can dig out some truths that are concealed or omitted in the official history, or serve as more powerful evidence for the official history. It's just..."

He shook his head, looked at Zhao Rong seriously and said:
"It's just that the income is very little, and I feel that I still don't know what to do. It's still far from the analysis and insights of Junior Brother Zhao. Junior Brother Zhao, do you have a set of mature and perfect methods, or are you just doing what you want? It's your own experience. , unable to promote?"

Hearing this, Zhao Rong closed the book in his hand, noncommittal.

He turned his head and looked out the window. Looking out from the seventh floor, he had a wide view.

I can vaguely see the crowds of people at the foot of Linlu Mountain, the gradually gathered envoys from different countries, and the winding long dragon that forms a winding mountain.

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered Mr. Yan's advice at the perch feast.

He looked out of the window and suddenly said: "Senior Brother Yang praised you. The scenery here is really nice... Well, may I ask why you invited me here?"

Yang Wuwei paused for a moment while looking through the pile of books, and then continued, and quickly took out a book from the pile of books, "Oh, so it's here, I found it."

He smiled, turned the selected book to an unremarkable page, and handed it to Zhao Rong.

"The people in Dali are quite interesting. Isn't Junior Brother Zhao going to Dali? If you are interested, you can go here just to end the pity of a beautiful woman in the world."

Zhao Rongteng made a move, picked up the book, and looked down for a while.

After a while, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

I feel that I have gained a little knowledge.

This is an official history that records the current dynasty of the Dali Dynasty, and the timeline is in the last few years.

Although it is an official jerky old saying, Zhao Rong is clear at a glance, and the general meaning is:
There is a royal princess in the royal family of Dali, who is just twenty-eight years old. She is second only to the empress of the current dynasty.

Then this princess who was waiting for her husband was loved by Emperor Dali so much that she asked her to choose her own son-in-law.

It's just that Princess Dali is obsessed with poetry and books, and she admires the young talents of Confucian Academy, especially the Confucian students of Linlu Academy.

Yes, that's right, the book specifically stated that it was Linlu Academy, not Siqi Academy in the south of Wangquezhou.

This beautiful woman even threatened to give up her princess status, and was willing to marry a talented man from Lin Lu Academy as a concubine, otherwise she would never marry for life.

Emperor Dali was also open-minded, agreed to this matter, and rewarded her with a lot of priceless dowry.

Now, Princess Dali is living alone in a secluded and luxurious manor bestowed by the Emperor Li outside the capital city of Dali, guarding a pile of expensive dowry, looking forward to meeting someone who is destined to be in Linlu Academy one day.

Zhao Rong glanced down. Behind this official history, there is also a detailed record of the location of this luxurious manor where the golden house hides the beauty and 'you can get the princess of Dali' when you sign in.

Just take it and go outside the capital of Dali to search for it according to the map...

At this moment, Zhao Rong closed the book, glanced at Yang Wuwei who smiled at him, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

This "detailed and appropriate" official history is probably the special edition customized for them by Dali officials, the only one.

It is estimated that the Chinese people in Dali do not know that their princess has this habit of not marrying non-Confucian students of Linlu Academy.

At this moment, the two looked at each other and nodded with a smile.

Unanimously felt the considerate warmth and humanistic care of the Royal Family of Dali.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked out of the window, at the foot of the mountain were the envoys representing various countries who came to send letters.

There is something about this bribery method.

Moreover, this is only the Shanxia Dynasty that is close to Duyou City. It can hint at a place where the historian who compiles the history can sign in and collect it by himself.

As for most of the mountain dynasties that are far away from Duyou City, if they want to bribe the academy historians hired by the Youlan Mansion on the seventh floor of the Shulou, they may think of many strange and obscure bribery methods, which opened Zhao Rong's horizons.

For example, on a certain page of a certain country's history book, there is hidden the ticket stub certificate of a pawn shop on a mountain that passes across the continent, and all the spiritual stone treasures used for 'gifting' are stored in this unnamed merchant.

So, the position of the historian of the Youlan Mansion History Museum is considered a lucrative position?

At this moment, Yang Wuwei looked at Zhao Rong's expression with a smile.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, and handed back this book of kindness from the imperial family.

"Interesting... Senior Brother Yang still has a lot of things to do, are you bothering me? If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

Yang Wuwei paused, and took the book.

He shook his head, and said as if nothing had happened: "It's nothing, just take a rest, junior brother don't need to worry. If there is nothing urgent, just talk to senior brother."

Zhao Rong thought for a while and nodded.

Yang Wuwei suddenly withdrew his smile, frowned and said, "This is really outrageous. Confucian scholars of my generation, who compile and edit history, have to write straight books. How can I accompany them to play these crooked things."

He threw the Dali history book in his hand, and said solemnly:

"It was just a joke with my junior brother just now, don't take it to heart. However, my junior brother didn't change his face on this matter, and he was upright, which really made the senior brother look at him with admiration."

Zhao Rong was looking at the scenery outside the window, when he heard the words, he blinked.

You didn't mean that just now, you really wanted me to do this fat job with you...

Zhao Rong complained in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

At this time, while listening to Yang Wuwei's praise, he looked at a certain petite and lovely figure downstairs in the study.

The little girl was walking around a ginkgo tree with her little hands behind her back like an adult, looking back at the gate on the first floor of the library from time to time.

It has attracted the attention of many people.

Zhao Rong didn't need to guess, she must be talking about why Brother Ronger didn't come out at the moment, did she find Yan Ruyu in the book and don't want her, blah blah blah.

I'm sorry, I really read Yan Ruyu just now, and I'm waiting in Dali...

Zhao Rong couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment.

Yang Wuwei changed his tone on this matter, "Junior Brother has such a character, coupled with his views on unofficial and official history, Junior Brother is indeed a good material for a historian. I don't know..."

Zhao Rong, who blushed from being praised, suddenly turned around and interrupted:
"Senior Brother Yang has won the award. It's just a family's speech. It's a small skill that can't be put on the table. Brother, there are still people waiting for me outside. If..."

Yang Wuwei waved his hands and said seriously:
"Junior brother, the words of a family are not derogatory, nor are they trivial skills. As historians, if we can become a family of words, it means that we have formed unique insights and self-contained treatises."

"I heard from several other old gentlemen with experience in history writing that this is already an extremely profound achievement. I didn't expect my younger brother to have achieved it at such a young age. Brother, feel ashamed."

Zhao Rong raised his feet and walked to the side of the house, bent down to pick up the Dali history book that Yang Wuwei had thrown away, and patted the ashes.

After tidying up, he rolled up the Dali history book and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Zhao Rong turned his head, Chaoyang Wuwei smiled and said:
"Since Senior Brother Yang has said so, I will take the decision and take the book back. It just so happens that I will go to Dali tomorrow, so I will return it to the royal family of Dali, so that they will not delay their children in vain. The future has wasted time."

He stopped talking, and said again:
"Of course, I will also inform the royal family of Dali about the matter of the senior brother's straight writing, so that they don't have to worry. It's just that I have been blessed and honored by the senior brother, and I will probably be thanked by Dali again, thank you Brother."

Seeing that Zhao Rong finally accepted his love, Yang Wuwei achieved his goal in disguise.

He took a deep look at this junior who was still studying at the Mochi Academy, and immediately smiled and said, "That's very good, and the junior will handle things. Then deal with it like this."

In an instant, Yang Wuwei got up, walked to Zhao Rong's side, followed his gaze, and glanced somewhere downstairs in the book.

Looking at the extremely pretty little girl who attracted the attention of passers-by, Yang Wuwei narrowed his eyes and said, "This girl, are you waiting for your junior brother?"

Zhao Rong glanced at him and nodded.

Yang Wuwei sighed softly, "It's another sword fairy... Is she called Zhao Qian'er? Is she the maid of Zhao Lingfei, the younger brother and sister Zhao Lingfei?"

Facing Zhao Rong's slightly focused gaze, he shook his head and explained: "I went to Mochi Academy to look for my junior, and I saw Fairy Zhao on the way back."

The voice paused, and then said:

"It's hard not to recognize it. The young lady and the servant girl, the pair of master and servant are both the embryos of the Sword Immortal of Xiaoyao Mansion, and they are both beauties who have been booked by Tianya Jiange. They are already very famous inside and outside the Taiqing Mansion. The maid and senior sister have the same plan."

"Especially the younger brother and sister Zhao Lingfei. Although she is alone on weekdays and is rare to see, she overwhelms all the men in the same class, including the girl Tianjiao and Qingleng. She likes white clothes and green clothes. The stunning Yiren with the mole of tears, who treats the man coldly and honestly...if you don't even recognize him."

Yang Wuwei said helplessly: "It's hard, okay?"

Even Zhao Rong, who was not thin-skinned, couldn't help but blush when he heard Qing Jun's praise from his senior brother.

He suddenly thought of the lady who fumbled and couldn't speak clearly when she practiced formulas on the imperial concubine's bed last night.

Her smooth black hair was casually tied into a high ponytail for convenience.

In the darkness, with gradually disorganized temples, smooth and full forehead, and hot red cheeks, in order to please her husband, she was holding her head upright, her long Qiushui eyes turned up slightly, looking at him unblinkingly from bottom to top, instead of Look at each other.Zhao Rong looked down and saw the delicate and delicate face of the lady. At that moment, under the autumn eyes, there were pitiful and trembling hazel moles of tears, clumsy delicate and beautiful red lips, which were busy assisting by the red lips and white teeth. With his weak and boneless white hands, sometimes he couldn't help but press Qingjun's head hard.

So it was again... fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.

Cough cough, is Qing Jun really... really so unattainable?
While Zhao Rong was guilty, he felt a little doubtful, but in front of Yang Wuwei, it was obviously not the time to ask.

The funny things in the boudoir between these couples are not enough for outsiders to understand.

Perhaps in the eyes of Yang Wuwei and countless other outsiders, Qingjun is a cold fairy and goddess, like Qinglian, who can be seen from a distance and cannot be played with.

But the specifics, it is estimated that only Zhao Rong, a bamboo horse, knows and understands it.

He also definitely won't demolish his wife in front of outsiders, it's too late to protect her.

I wish that all the men would respect her and fear her, and dare not approach her. Only Zhao Rong knew Qingjun's kindness and softness, so he dared to hold her hand boldly and hug her into his arms.

So Zhao Rong nodded his head and said in full agreement: "Senior Brother Yang is right, it makes sense."

Yang Wuwei felt that this junior had a strange expression on his face, as if he was distracted just now.

He couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong a few more times, and after thinking about what he said just now, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it. This low-key Fairy Zhao was indeed very famous, as was the maid Zhao Qian'er beside her.

Yang Wuwei shook his head and left it behind.

Side by side with Zhao Rong, he stared downstairs together and was quiet for a while.

At a certain moment, the elegant young man smiled and said: "Such a young woman sword cultivator in Haoran Realm is really amazing."

Zhao Rong was a little bored, and was about to leave, but he lowered his eyes and responded casually, "Yes."

In the next second, the elegant young man suddenly said: "Junior brother, do you think that if you let her directly ascend to the realm of ambition, wouldn't it be even more amazing and have a bright future?"

Zhao Rong frowned.

Turning to look at the smiling reading seed, "Brother...what do you mean?"

Yang Wuwei slowly took out an ancient book from his sleeve, turned his fingers to a certain page, and twisted a jade sheet that looked like a bookmark between the pages.

In the autumn sun.

Between the thin and thin fingers of the elegant young man, there is a simple official character engraved on this piece of milky white jade.

six.

　(Looked out the window, it's daytime!) PS: Thanks to the good brother of 'April Dragon City Flowers' for the reward of 3800 coins!Thanks for the 1000 coin reward from the good brother of 'The Past Doesn't Follow the Wind'!Thanks for the reward of 1000 coins from the good brother 'Single Push Takagi'!Thanks to the good brother 'Lan Lanxiao Jiuquan' for the reward of 500 coins!
　　
　
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