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Chapter 343 Brother Rong, I want a beauty treatment too! (Please subscribe and ask for tickets, good brothers~)
Looking at the simple and simple official characters engraved on the jade piece twisted by the elegant young man.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

"six?"

Seems like a pretty strong number.Is this the order of Yang Wuwei as the seed of Lin Lu Academy, or...

At this moment, Yang Wuwei twirled the jade piece with two fingers, looked at the pretty little girl waiting by the ginkgo tree downstairs, and smiled without saying a word.

Zhao Rong was silent.

The answer was quickly found in my heart.

Yang Wuwei said just now that he was "going straight up to heaven". As far as he knows so far, apart from the few "rebellious medicines" from ancient times that Gui mentioned, the only one that can have such a god-defying effect is the Nanshan product. poetry.

The former, as Gui said, knows a few recipes, but they are useless at all, because the main ingredients of these 'reverse medicines' are extinct in this era.

So the biggest possibility can only be the latter.

And Nanshan Pin Poetry, that is, Poetry Poetry... Then contact Zhao Rong's current location, and the identity of the seed of the elegant youth academy in front of him.

六？
The answer is already obvious.

Zhao Rong nodded and said, "Is this a token to go to the floor below?"

Right now they are on the seventh floor, and the next one is on the sixth floor.

And what's on the sixth floor...

Zhao Rong remembered that Fan Yushu mentioned it to him before.

On the sixth floor of the library, there are all the imported poems collected by Linlu Academy for thousands of years.

Everywhere you look, there are all kinds of exquisite poems, such as climbing a building, falling flowers, and even the legendary Nanshan products.

As long as a person who is literate, even if he only resonates with a small part of the poems, then even a person with a perfect cultivation base in the Fuyao state, from breaking the mirror to the early stage of the Tianzhi state, is only a matter of a few breaths.

Except that the poems of Luohuapin and Nanshanpin's selfless state can be slowly restored after being used by human induction.

Other entry poems are all one-off.

Therefore, the entry conditions for the sixth floor of Linlu Academy's library are very strict, that is, very few Confucian scholars in the academy can enter, and most of them have made considerable contributions to the academy or have admission tokens.

As for outsiders, those who can enter are very rare.

Therefore, up to the sixth floor of the Linlushan Book Building in Tianzhi, it can be said that it is the most dreamed place for monks below the Tianzhi realm on Wangquezhou Mountain.

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered that Fan Yushu had casually mentioned before that a few years ago, there was an academy brother who made a lot of contributions and was awarded a admission qualification by the academy...

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at the elegant young man in front of him a few more times.

At this moment, Yang Wuwei heard the words, and said calmly: "Well, no matter who it is, you can go downstairs once with it. It was given by the academy a few years ago. I don't need it, so I have been putting it on hold. Today just happens to be Remember."

He lowered his eyes to look at the jade pieces that could cause looting on the mountain, then raised his eyes to look at Zhao Rong, smiling like a spring breeze, "You can give it to junior brother."

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and looked at the lively little Qian'er downstairs, "What do you want to do, brother, entrust me to do it?"

"I dare not take the entrustment." Yang Wuwei shook his head, and finally got straight to the point: "Brother, your commentary on the unofficial history of Nankang made the brother suddenly enlightened. I have a heartless request... can you go to the seventh floor to help the brother?" Xiushi?"

"This token jade piece going to the sixth floor should be regarded as my reward to my junior brother in advance. If the follow-up history revision goes well, the senior brother will have another reward."

"As for your title, you don't need to worry about your junior. I can ask for a high-ranking historian position from the Youlan Mansion History Museum for you. From then on, you can be regarded as an official of Youlan Mansion and receive a handsome salary... ..."

Yang Wuwei handed the jade piece to Zhao Rong with a calm expression, slowly talked about his arrangement, and analyzed the pros and cons for Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong listened quietly for a while, according to what this senior said, going to the seventh floor to study history is not only hard work, but also has many benefits.

He looked down at the jade piece in front of him, which seemed to be within easy reach.

Zhao Rong knew that since he came in, Yang Wuwei had said so many things, but they were all paving the way for the current "unfeeling invitation".

Senior Brother Yang has made it very clear that being a historian on the seventh floor and compiling history can bring merit, fame, fortune, and salary.

Even when Yang Wuwei went to the Mochi Academy to find him in person to support him; just now the steward of the library took him to the seventh floor, which aroused the envy of everyone.

These are all the honors that Senior Brother Yang showed Zhao Rong about the revision of history on the seventh floor intentionally or unintentionally.

Right now, he only needs to reach out and take it to get it.

But, is there really such a good thing?

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered the sweet words and promises he made last night when he coaxed Qingjun to practice the formula of swordsmanship.

Even the concept of 'beauty' was thrown out, incarnated as the authority of a scholarly bully, and stupefied the scumbag for a while, trying to swallow a small mouthful...

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, what are they singing about Liaozhai?Thought I was stupid...

At this moment, Zhao Rong nodded slightly, took a step back, bowed to Yang Wuwei who looked hopeful, and said sincerely:
"Thank you, Senior Brother Yang, for your kindness. After thinking about it carefully, I really don't intend to study history. Nowadays, my studies are the most important thing. I can't devote my main energy to such an important position. I hope that Senior Brother will forgive me."

As soon as the words were finished, Zhao Rong turned around and left the Nuan Pavilion without waiting for Yang Wuwei, who was stunned, to react, and went downstairs without looking sideways.

behind him.

Yang Wuwei frowned, grabbed the jade piece in his hand, turned his head to look at Zhao Rong's back, and shook his head in silence.

……

Zhao Rong went downstairs, lost in thought along the way, and came to the ginkgo tree where the little girl was.

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said suspiciously with a small face: "Tell me, Brother Rong, why are you here so late?"

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and thought for a while, "I saw Yan Ruyu just now, so I wasted a little time."

Zhao Qian'er opened her eyes slightly when she heard this, and immediately looked at Brother Rong'er as if nothing had happened, grabbed his left hand, shook the sleeve of his left hand, then grabbed his right hand, and checked the sleeve of his right hand.

The little girl said flatly: "Oh. I want to see where Yan Ruyu is."

Zhao Rong gently pinched her little Qiong's nose with his right hand, bent down, and kept his eyes on Zhao Qianer's level.

Staring at her clear and bright peach blossom eyes, he smiled and said, "Well, it's right here, have you seen it?"

Zhao Qian'er stared wide-eyed, saw her own shadow in Zhao Rong's eyes, and was slightly stunned for a while before realizing it.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and because her nose was pinched, her tone was extremely cute, and she complained: "Well, where did you learn it? You know how to coax girls."

Zhao Rong smiled, and suddenly changed the topic.

"Qian'er, if, I mean if. There was a chance to go to the sixth floor of the library. Brother Rong'er could fight for you with Qingjun, but he gave up because of some concerns that might not exist at all. You Will you blame Brother Rong?"

"Sixth floor of the library?" Zhao Qian'er blinked her eyes, turned her little head, pointed at the dangerous nine-story building behind her, "You mean the sixth floor of the library where there are so many rare poems?"

Zhao Rong nodded.

I saw Xiaoqian'er's expression change faster than her face. She clutched Zhao Rong's sleeve, her little face was full of vigilance, and she said crisply:
"Brother Rong, you...you are not allowed to be lazy. You agreed to write poems for me, just like the love letter you wrote to the lady when I was away. Broken sentences are also fine, but you can't do without, let alone take those six-story books. I want you to write it, even if I get Nanshan’s poems on the sixth floor of the library!"

Zhao Rong's expression was slightly startled, and he looked at the little girl in front of him whose focus was outrageously skewed, and who was also serious about bargaining with him and sticking to the bottom line.

Zhao Rong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but afterward, he felt a little heart-warming.

Although this little girl is skinny, she is still quite cute, um, except when she turns into a white prostitute who says "I want it too"...

Zhao Rong was suddenly full of pride, and he waved his hand, "Okay, I promise I won't do pigeons this time, and your poems are indispensable. Well, let's go to lunch first, we have been busy all morning, and we will reward our stomachs first."

Zhao Qian'er's eyes lit up, "Okay, what shall we eat?"

Zhao Rong took her down the mountain. On the way, he habitually said nonsense: "Let's go, let's eat some beauty products at noon."

Zhao Qian'er keenly caught a certain word, and asked curiously, "Beauty?"

"Beauty..." The little girl chewed again, tapped her pink lips with her index finger, squinted and said, "I know about beauty, but what does beauty mean?"

"Well, Brother Rong, what is beauty. I went to your room in the morning, you were still sleeping, and the lady got up. When I was dressing her up, she seemed to mutter once when she was applying rouge in the mirror, Miss. I didn’t explain anything at the time, what does this mean? Does it mean that it can be beautiful?”

Zhao Qian'er frowned again, shrugged her nose and said, "Could it be... Another secret signal for you to do something in private?"

Zhao Rong, who leaked his words, was breathless and wanted to slap himself very much. He buried his head and strode forward, "It's nothing, nothing, I'm talking nonsense. Let's go eat."

Seeing this, Zhao Qian'er became even more suspicious.

Seeing Brother Rong'er being perfunctory, she stopped immediately and grabbed his sleeve.

The little Qian'er who likes prostitutes yelled: "Brother Rong'er, I also want to have a beauty treatment! Well, what can I eat for beauty? Don't just tell the lady, I want to eat it if I hide it!"

"........."

Zhao Rong's head was full of black lines.

Soon.

Zhao Rong found that he really couldn't say anything about 'high protein beauty' in broad daylight, which made him blush.

So he found another way, and finally convinced the little girl to realize that she is indeed a natural beauty, and she doesn't need to eat high-protein concentrated food for beauty.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong took Zhao Qian'er out for a sumptuous lunch, and then sent her away.

In the afternoon, Zhao Rong returned to the library, but did not go up to the seventh floor.

Instead, he wandered around the first four floors where Mochi students were allowed to pass, looking for some books about the Fengchan Grand Ceremony.

When the sun set on the western mountain, Zhao Rong returned to Dongli Xiaozhu with a good harvest and rested overnight.

In the early morning of the second day, Zhao Rong packed his luggage and set off for the auditorium...

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