i have a sword fairy

Chapter 368 I Really Don't Want to Comb Your Hair (End)
"Like many Lidi girls, my fairies also liked bright moons when they were young. Today is not difficult for you, so I will use the simplest 'bright moon' as the theme."

"You can play freely, you can write poems, essays, songs and prose. Within three sticks of incense, write the best works and show them to my fairy. Whoever can win her heart will be the guest of honor tonight."

The clear words of the pretty maid fell.

She took out a brass-colored censer and three sticks of incense, put them on the case table, and lit them one by one with a torch.

The audience in Zuixianlou was plunged into a sea of ​​noise.

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and many guests on the second floor were also attracted by the excitement, and hurried downstairs to join in this once-in-a-lifetime affair.

In the largest drunken fairy building in Xingzi Town, Luo Xiu girl, the number one Qing Dynasty official, actually selected her husband with poems tonight?

If this was done in the past, it would be hard to tell how much spirit stone fairy money would be spent, but now there are opportunities to participate, and you can prostitute for nothing...

Haha, it seems that the guests who didn't come to Zuixianlou tonight will probably beat their chests and stamp their feet after hearing about it, but the proprietress of Zuixianlou probably has a great reputation and the intention of attracting customers. How could they be so kind...

Many guests in the audience thought to themselves.

However, at this moment, everyone didn't have too many thoughts, and only had three incense sticks, so they hurriedly wrote poems.

Luo Xiu sat behind the piano stage, her smile gradually subsided, under the white gauze scarf, there was a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

She lowered her eyes and began to play the piano with bare hands, playing music to add to the fun.

The bustling hall slowly fell silent amidst the melodious sound of the piano.

When the pretty girl lit the incense, a group of maidservants came out one after another after the two of them entered the door of the hall, wearing blue embroidered clothes, holding trays in their hands.

Inside the tray are brushes, ink, paper and inkstones and other treasures of the study.

The pair of uniformly dressed maids went to each table in an orderly manner, presenting the calligraphy of the study for the poetic crowd to write.

Then retreated silently and orderly.

At the table where Zhao Rong was at, because of the large number of people, several girls in green clothes came, but most of them were declined by Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall.

They are all Confucian scholars, so naturally they bring their own pen and ink all the time, and they have high taste and are good at this.

The calligraphy and calligraphy that I brought with me must be better than those provided by Zuixianlou.

So they took out their own calligraphy one after another, tacitly stopped talking, but geared up and started to write.

We are all classmates and friends. If you are interested in the "reward", then you should compete when it's time to compete. There is nothing shameful. To deliberately give way to each other for the sake of friendship is an extravagant and stupid way.

On weekdays, there are quite a few poetry clubs in the academy, and they are familiar with this situation now.

Therefore, at this time, the students who want the fairy to fall in love with each other should rely on their own abilities.

Let's see who can embrace the beauty in the end.

Seeing the 'master' with their own equipment, the maids in Qingshang glanced at each other, and were about to retreat silently, but there was also a clever maid among them, who found out that there was a difference among this group of well-behaved Confucian scholars.

The clever maid walked towards Zhao Rong with the tray, but he did not take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for a long time.

Zhao Rong smiled warmly at the clever maid, and shook his head.

The latter was slightly stunned, took one more look at this strange young Confucian who 'refuses whoring for nothing', and turned around to withdraw.

"come over."

Behind Zhao Rong, Zhao Qian'er, who had been standing quietly picking up vegetables, said suddenly.

The clever maid turned around and looked timidly at the girl with an indifferent tone. She should have spoken the words just now.

I saw this indifferent young girl holding a small white porcelain bowl in one hand and slender silver chopsticks in the other, staring at the dining table, picking up vegetables from time to time, without turning her head to look at her.

Facing the clever maid's face sideways, the curve is perfect, the nose is straight, and the side face is so beautiful that she can't help but feel excited after seeing many beauties in brothels.

Good... so handsome girl.

The clever girl couldn't help but take a few more glances at this indifferent girl who seemed to be serving strange scholars.

In the field of vision, she was lightly filling a bowl of clear meat soup. She scooped up the inner edge of the bowl with a silver spoon.

The indifferent girl didn't look at her, but turned around and held the clear meat soup in front of the strange Confucian scholar, and smiled sweetly at him, "I didn't expect the light taste of this off-the-ground dish to be quite similar to our Dachu Ganjing, It should also suit your taste, Brother Rong, try this quickly, it's just right when it's warm."

The latter smiled knowingly, patted her little hand holding the bowl, and took the initiative to take the white porcelain bowl without letting her feed it.

Seeing this scene, the clever servant girl couldn't help but quietly glanced at the meat soup in the bowl, and pursed her lips.

But in the next second, the clever girl who was stunned was so blessed that she lifted her shoulders and hurriedly stepped forward.

Zhao Qian'er smiled brightly, watching Zhao Rong eat a mouthful of meat soup, she took out the pink champagne that Zhao Rong used, wiped a few green onion fingers, first turned to look at the Luoxiu who was playing the piano elegantly on the stage, It is already the focus and motivation of all the men on the field.

Zhao Qian'er lightly gazed at the 'fairy' on the stage with her peach blossom eyes. At the same time, the small hand in front of her belly silently folded the champagne. After a while of silence, she turned her head and took the tray from the clever maid.

At the same time, she handed the champagne folded in half between her fingers to the clever servant girl.

"Clear spring water, boil it hot, and wash it clean."

To put it bluntly.

"Okay, fairy." The clever maid wiped her hands on her clothes, and hurriedly took the half-folded champagne carefully with both hands.

She has long been accustomed to the strict and weird requests of some distinguished guests in the building, and she has met customers who asked for stinky tofu before...

It's just that where to find spring water in the middle of the night.

The clever and thin maid bowed to Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er, and quickly showed a bright smile, but this smile was an inadvertent one, revealing a young tooth that was missing a front tooth.

Seeing that the indifferent girl stopped paying attention to her after leaving a plain order, she held a champagne folded in half and stepped back in small steps.

After leaving the noisy hall on the first floor, the smile of the clever girl with missing front teeth had long since disappeared, and she looked left and right at the empty deck.

Except for a strange man holding a sword standing on the bow of the boat and looking up at the moon in the distance—a boring green servant from an unknown family, there are no other figures of her companions.

The little girl with missing front teeth who was thrown away again looked a little disappointed, and stretched out her hand to cover her growling belly. The cold evening wind blew for a while, she shivered, and then she tried her best to burst into a big smile, Then I skipped and skipped to find spring water for the distinguished guests, um, I have to boil it up...

In the lobby on the first floor, the hustle and bustle had already subsided, and most people buried their heads at their desks, meditating and creating.

The melodious sound of the piano, like streams and springs, flowed through the banquet.

In the corner of the hall, the students around were contemplating their poems, Zhao Rong was particularly idle.

He glanced at the thin back of the clever maid leaving.

Zhao Rong turned his head and stared at Zhao Qian'er.

She was obediently bowing her head, standing in front of Zhao Rong's desk, spreading paper and ink for him, without saying a word.

The little girl moved lightly, earnestly and focused, her neat and smooth bangs and hair hanging from her temples covered her peach blossom eyes.

People can't really see her face.

Zhao Rong watched silently for a while.

Not long after, he lowered his head and stripped away the meat soup in the bowl, got up again, went to scoop up a bowl of milky white and delicious fish soup, and used silver chopsticks to hold the soup, as if he was looking for fish bones.

Zhao Rong knew exactly what the pink champagne that this little girl had just given to another little girl with missing front teeth was.

That was Xiaoqian'er's first must-have item.

As for what's inside...

Zhao Rong suddenly leaned down and tilted his head to look sideways, to peek at the expression on Zhao Qianer's face covered by bangs.

His set of actions was lightning fast.

However, what caught Zhao Rong's eyes was still Zhao Qian'er's calm expression.

She bit her pink lips lightly, glanced at him who was 'suddenly naughty', and curled her small mouth slightly, "Brother Rong, you're so boring."

Zhao Rong laughed awkwardly.

At this moment, Zhao Qian'er finished her ink and clapped her hands gently.

Zhao Rong handed over the thornless delicious fish soup, like a dog's leg, blinked and said:

"Try it. It's the crucian carp fed by the spirits in Xingzi Lake. I heard that it is monopolized by several fairy shops in the town. Without permission, ordinary people are not allowed to fish."

Brother Rong'er was reflected in Zhao Qian'er's eyes, she narrowed her peachy eyes lightly, and spat at him, "Nothing to be courteous to, rape or steal."

Zhao Rong straightened his face and said seriously: "Little Qian'er, hurry up and drink my soup, hum, I advise you not to be ungrateful."

"You look like a stinky fart." Zhao Qian'er suppressed her smile with a pretty face, and glared at the mischievous Rong'er brother, "I won't drink from you."

It's just that even though she said so, she still pouted and reached out to pick it up meekly.

"Ah, open your mouth." However, Zhao Rong shrank his hand and continued to push forward, wanting to come and feed him in person.

Zhao Qian'er glanced at the students of Zhengyi Hall around her, and many of them raised their eyes and peeked from time to time.

There was some color on her cheeks, and she shook her head seriously.

Zhao Rong couldn't force it, so he handed the bowl to her.

Zhao Qian'er took a sip of the warm fish soup.

His eyes were bent into crescent moons.

The corners of the lips stained with a little milky white soup are also curved.

Knowing that she had no handkerchief, Zhao Rong grabbed the Confucian scholar's sleeve, wiped the corners of her lips for the fish-loving woman, and shook her head, "Stupid."

Surprisingly, Zhao Qian'er didn't get angry with him anymore, but foolishly took another sip of the fish soup, tilted her head, smiling with lovely peach blossom eyes, and looked at Brother Rong'er in front of her.

I just feel the bowl in my hand is warm.

The soup in my mouth is warm.

The heart under the breast is warm.

He is also warm in front of him.

At this moment, Zhao Rong looked at the paper, ink, brush and inkstone on the table, and coughed lightly.

"Qian'er, that... can I not write?"

The corners of Zhao Qian'er's mouth raised, and she looked at him seriously, "No way, Brother Rong, write it quickly."

She suddenly paused, then lowered her eyes and said softly:
"Pure White Han Palace... Don't you men like this kind of fairies who are both beautiful and special, especially those who are sought after by everyone, and you will feel more fulfilled if you win over others."

Zhao Rong looked around at the men in the hall who were writing furiously, with a sad face.

Zhao Qian'er ignored him, took out a small purse, and frowned, "I thought I could buy it directly with money and effort, but I didn't expect to make this one, it's troublesome."

She thought for a while, then glanced at Zhao Rong, "But it's also just right, Brother Rong, you use your poetry talent to conquer her, and it will save you a lot of trouble in the future."

Zhao Rong opened his mouth to speak.

"Won the beauty in the eyes of all the people, and let the fairy fall in love with you. Well, what a wonderful thing, Brother Rong, hurry up, is it possible that Qian'er, a stinky girl who doesn't understand anything, will help you chase women by hand?"

The little girl obviously rushed Zhao Rong to write it, but she couldn't help but add something in a sour tone.

Like a little vinegar jar with the lid off.

"You...you write a better one, and you must suppress them."

Zhao Rong frowned and interrupted directly: "I don't want to write."

He stared at the little girl who was about to get angry with Liu Mei upside down, and said what was in his heart truthfully.

"If it was before, if you asked me to write it, I would definitely write it. I could write any kind of poem for you. But now I haven't written the love poem I promised you. How can I write it for other women?"

Zhao Qian'er was startled, she turned her face away, as if she didn't dare to look into Zhao Rong's eyes.

After being quiet for a while, she pursed her pink lips, and said slightly sadly as if she was talking to herself: "Rong...Brother Rong also knows how to write poems for Qian'er, I thought you forgot."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "I won't forget it. It has been delayed for so long, but I just don't want to give your poem too simple, or... just gorgeous, high-ranking, but without real feelings. So I can't write."

Zhao Qian'er's eyelashes trembled, her pink lips pursed.

Her pink eyelids of peach blossom eyes did not dare to slap lightly, for fear that tears would flow down her face recklessly.

"I... how can I ask you to write me such a good poem, even if it's just a sentence of 'I like you', Qian'er thinks it is the most beautiful and touching poem in the world, I...how can I ask you to write it That's great, brother stupid Ronger, brother smelly Ronger..."

Zhao Rong looked at this little girl whose pretty face couldn't hold back, and remained silent.

Zhao Qian'er wanted to see Zhao Rong, but she didn't dare to, fearing that she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms and cry, and let outsiders see the joke.

She took the initiative to ask Brother Rong to write poems for other women, no matter how broad-minded she is, how could she not have a trace of sadness in the deepest part of her heart?
Is it really as indifferent as it looks?
But after hearing Brother Rong'er's answer and her concerns that had been in her heart, Zhao Qian'er felt that it was enough.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

The movement between them did not attract too many people's attention, because at this time the three sticks of incense had been burned halfway, and everyone was in the moment of inspiration and concentration.

Even Gu Yiwu stood up unknowingly, pacing and thinking in the aisle, holding a small broom that he didn't know where he got... like a poor little wife The burly man subconsciously danced around.

The painting style is weird.

Well, according to Zhao Rong's understanding of getting along with him these days, brother Yiwu should be serious.

And so are the other Justice Hall students.

It is estimated that he is holding back a poem.

But at this moment, Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er didn't pay any attention to these outside movements.

In their eyes, there is only each other in the world at this time.

Zhao Rong exhaled lightly, rubbed her little head with a smile.

"Okay, don't worry about it anymore, I almost cried again."

"I didn't cry." Zhao Qian'er sucked her little nose.

"All right, all right, Qian'er didn't cry, not at all."

After Zhao Rong said something with a smile, he looked at Zhao Qian'er whose eyes were slightly red, and suddenly became serious:

"Back to business, pure Bai Hangong's words. I've been with you all the time. I don't need it. Just in case, in case of danger, if we die, we will die together. What's the use of using that thing to save our lives? I live alone ? And its conditions are harsh.”

"Besides, let's take her back, what will Qingjun explain. So, right now, I won't write any poems or anything like that."

He sighed softly, "I really don't want to help her comb."

Zhao Qian'er was quiet for a while, sniffing her nose from time to time to adjust her emotional expression.

At this time, she seemed to have returned to her previous lively appearance. After hearing the words, she snorted softly, and glanced at Brother Rong Rong, who she found extremely annoying now.

"Miss, you don't have to worry about it. If you can bring it back, I'll tell her... But, hmph, it's as if you can make that Luoxiu fall in love with you by just writing a poem. Well, you're so good at writing it. , Just talking and not practicing fake moves, since I was a child, I know how to brag in front of me."

Zhao Rong had a helpless expression, knowing that the little girl was using aggressive methods.

He suddenly blinked and said, "You don't believe me?"

"Do not believe!"

"You really don't believe that I can handle her with just a poem?"

Zhao Qian'er held her head high and didn't even look at him, "Believe it or not."

Zhao Rong's expression was serious, and he agreed: "It's right if you don't believe me."

He patted Zhao Qian'er's head with some emotion, "Hey, little Qian'er has finally grown up and is a mature sword cultivator, so I can rest assured."

Zhao Qian'er, who was patted to death, "???"

She suddenly wanted to strangle this stinky guy for Tian Xingdao.

I don't know if this girl is mature or not, but you are a real dog.

　Cough cough, who said there is no problem!Brothers, isn't this another chapter... This wave of Xiao Rong is in the atmosphere.And even without this chapter, the first three chapters are roughly on point (hard-spoken), and many brothers should have done a wave of reading comprehension. This can be regarded as a description of the protagonist's inner activities, ahem. PS: Thanks to the good brother 'k52501rs' for the reward of 1500 coins!Thanks for the 1500 coin reward from the good brother of 'The Past Doesn't Follow the Wind'!Thank you two brothers!

　　
　
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