i have a sword fairy

Chapter 372 The son is like my dream lover (Add more for the March monthly pass!)
Three feet in front of Zhao Rong, Luo Xiu stopped. She saluted gracefully, opened her lips lightly, and said the second sentence of the night.

The woman's voice is quiet and elegant.

"Excuse me, is it Zhao Ziyu, Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "That's right, it's right here."

Luo Xiu raised his head suddenly, stared at him, and said charmingly: "Young master's poems, Xiu'er likes it very much."

"The girl also likes Tu Yile? Well, if you like it, I will give it to you."

"Thank you sir."

"You're welcome, seven breaths a song, there are many, if you still want it, I still have it." Zhao Rong waved his hand modestly.

The other onlookers looked at Zhao Rong, who was enamored by the fairy, with different eyes. At this time, they heard that the seven breaths form a poem, and secretly inhaled.

The corners of the mouths of Gu Yiwu and the Zhengyi Hall students couldn't help twitching violently.

A certain little girl couldn't help laughing, seeing her sweetheart being admired by everyone, her eyes were sparkling.

Luo Xiu kept his eyes on Zhao Rong's face for a moment, and said softly at this time: "Young Master Zhao is really powerful, as long as seven breaths, it is really a great weapon."

Hiss, if you boast like that, then I will be impolite.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong showed admiration in his eyes and said: "Young lady has good eyesight, I have hidden things in my body, and I still haven't hidden my pair of wise eyes."

"My son is so funny."

"The girl is sincere."

"My lord, don't break your evil sleeves."

"Girl, I'm just talking straight."

"........."

A wave of business bragging made the stunning girl a little speechless. Instead of answering the conversation, she nodded slightly, and then went straight to the business.

With a gorgeous smile, he said: "Thank you, Young Master, for your gift of poems. Xiu'er can't repay you. You only have the body of a willow and meager strength. Tonight, can you let Xiu'er... help Young Master make the bed and fold the quilt, and try my best to repay Young Master. Besides, Xiu'er admires Young Master Poetry talent, I also want to ask about Qixi at night..."

As soon as this statement came out, all the guests were extremely jealous.

After Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall looked sad, they were also full of envy.

They all looked at Zhao Rong with a gentle smile.

Such a beautiful woman almost took the initiative to post it, and the words could not be more clear, it is a self-recommended pillow.

How to make the bed, how to ask for advice, how to make the bed, how to ask for advice, isn't it what you say.

But obviously, someone didn't think so...

Zhao Rong, who was still smiling one second, suddenly turned serious the next second, "Are you going to rely on me?"

The tone was vigilant, as if a boy must protect himself outside.

Luo Xiu: "..."

Everyone in the audience: "..."

"Son."

Luo Xiu stared at Zhao Rong, and suddenly called out.

This stunning girl tilted her head slightly, biting her lip, her eyes were full of crystal tears, showing a soft, shy, pityful feeling.

She said word by word: "Don't belittle your sleeves anymore. The slave family likes you, I beg you to have mercy on me, and comb it for the slave family."

Zhao Rong regained his composure, and looked at the eyes of the girl who was as beautiful as bright fireworks in front of him. There was a strange color in them, which seemed to contain unknown sparks of fate.

He suddenly said something out of nowhere, "Can you not comb it?"

Luo Xiu stared straight at Zhao Rong, a few small teeth bit her red lips until they turned blue, and shook her head seriously. The next second, she lowered her head and eyes again, and this time she came to Zhao Rong with lowered eyebrows. With a charming fragrance in his sleeves, he gently served him some vegetables and poured tea.

A beautiful woman with gold powder, red sleeves add fragrance, extremely gentle, serving Zhao Rong.

In the past ten years or so, an innocent man with a rare and famous stove turned into a clingy kitten, wanting to rub against his master.

Zhao Rong leaned back slightly, and she was almost close to his arms, and even bent her legs to sit on Zhao Rong's lap, but luckily he moved his feet away quickly.

Well, I didn't let this stunning girl take any advantage.

Want to take advantage of my son?It's not that easy.

Zhao Rong's operation made everyone in the hall dumbfounded.By the way, why are you so experienced?
And Luo Xiu, the stunning fairy who was sought after by all the men on the field not long ago, made the audience even more silent because of her persistent support of Zhao Rong.

Is there any reason for this motherfucker?
Especially behind the person who was posted upside down, there was a handsome girl who was not inferior to her sleeves and had a lively temperament. She stared at her sleeves with her eyebrows upside down, with a very dissatisfied expression on her small face.

The drought dies, the flood dies!Is this reasonable?

Rao Gu Yiwu, who always thought he was good at heart, was also full of black lines, and couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"My lord, try this dish. It's the signature of Zuixianlou. After one bite, it's soft and crispy, leaving a fragrance on your lips."

"..."

"Young master, let me squeeze."

"..."

"Young master, I tasted the tea, and the tea is still a bit hot, let me blow on it for you."

"Fairy, please respect yourself!" Zhao Rong, who was being teased and harassed, finally couldn't help but speak.

"How heavy is the sleeve, do you really want to know?"

"..." Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong was speechless for a while, and finally he sighed lightly, spread his hands, and gave Gu Yiwu and other classmates a helpless look, the meaning was obvious.

I really don't want to comb her.

"???" All the students.

Their expressions at the moment are roughly like this.

(／‵Д′)／~╧╧
Can you still have fun!

However, the friends of the Mochi Academy were complaining in their hearts at most, and a person who had been neglected by everyone for a long time and almost forgot, when he saw the scene of the fairy throwing herself into her arms and sending the girl to chase the boy, he ran away violently.

"Stop it, stop this young master quickly, this is fucking unfair, there is a shady scene!!"

Young Master Shenxu's originally pale face was covered with abnormal flushing, and his face became red and his neck was thick, his tone was filled with grief and indignation.

"How can my master's poems be inferior to these bad poems of cats and dogs!? His poems are not even good, so how can they compare with mine? It's not fair! There must be a shady scene!!!"

Young Master Shenxu's shout broke the silence in the hall.

With a sickly hysterical expression, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Rong viciously with his index finger.

Crackling————!
boom----!
In an instant, Mr. Shenxu flew upside down. Where he stayed, at the height of his head, there were dozens of miscellaneous small things 'blooming suddenly'.

It was foaming water, fine spiritual tea leaves, and ceramic fragments covered with patterns, flying around in the air.There were still a few grains of blood.

Obviously, a few breaths ago, apart from the blood, these fragments were combined into a quiet teacup filled with hot tea.

next second.

Fragments of these teacups fell to the surroundings, but strangely, among them, the liquid that still smelled of tea was suspended in the air, without a single drop, while at the same time, the few grains of blood in the liquid fell After drinking it, it was not contaminated by someone's hard-working tea.

But after Mr. Shenxu was 'headshot', he flew five meters backwards, crashing into three tables in a row, causing a mess, and then he was caught by a follower who rushed towards him with sharp eyes and hands, slowing down his strength.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Amidst the howls of Young Master Shenxu like killing a pig, Zhao Qian'er took a step forward with a small face. She was still holding a teapot in her hand, but in the other hand, the small teacup she was originally holding was gone.

The crisp voice resounded through Zuixianlou.

"Point at me again, Brother Rong, next time it won't just break a teacup."

The little girl wrote lightly that as soon as she finished speaking, the teacup shattered and the water hovering in the air jumped up neatly, and instantly turned into a three-foot-long flying sword made of water, making people unable to see clearly the process of their fusion.

In the next second, the clear water sword with the scent of white mist and tea jumped again, and suddenly appeared three feet above the forehead of Young Master Shenxu who was surrounded and protected by his followers.

There is a flying sword raised three feet above the head.

The attendants who were about to step forward to protect Young Master Kidney Deficiency shrank their pupils, stopped in their footsteps, and fell silent like a cicada in the face of this tea-scented flying sword that could teleport.

It's a swordsman!
Zhao Qian'er narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly said, "Did you hear that?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) It's here... save me, save me quickly..."

In the huge hall, there were obviously many people, but only one person screamed, and everyone was silent.

Many guests stared solemnly at that handsome girl who was carrying a teapot and pouring tea for someone. Before, they thought she was just the concubine or maid of that young Confucian scholar, a little beauty like a vase.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a female sword cultivator who is very rare on Dali Mountain!
On the field, as long as there are guests with some background, the shock in their eyes is mixed with the color of thought, silently guessing the true origin of this group of crossing dragons.It doesn't look like Liren at all... What are you doing here?Especially the young Confucian scholar who threw Luo Xiu Fairy into her arms, he was very weird...

The air in the hall seemed to freeze. Suddenly, someone broke the silence.

"actually."

Zhao Rong chuckled and said, "I think what he said is quite reasonable."

He turned his head and glanced at Young Master Shenxu who was trembling under the sword point.

Alas, what is wrong with learning, but to learn the brainless villain in the novel, is it so easy to be a villain... Zhao Rong complained speechlessly in his heart.

Afterwards, under the puzzled and curious eyes of everyone, Zhao Rong turned around.

He cast his eyes on the docile and stunning girl who served food, and said with a smile:
"Well, is there a shady scene? Brother Yiwu's entry poems didn't catch the girl's eyes, but my doggerel did."

Luo Xiu tasted the food quietly, put down the chopsticks lightly, nodded, and shook her head again.

"Who said that good poems will definitely make me like it?"

She raised her eyes to look at Zhao Rong's face, and said softly: "Xiao'er likes young master's poems very much, because...Young master is like the lover of my dreams."

The audience fell silent again.

One after another looked at someone's face.

Zhao Rong: "..."

A certain young Confucian scholar who was the dream lover of the stunning fairy blushed.

　Xiao Rong is stupid, whoever coded the good brothers (beat the table!), just kidding, ahem.Brothers, it’s okay to scold, but speak softly, I... I can’t do it if I code all night, woo woo woo...

　　What everyone said yesterday was actually very gentle, and their opinions were also to the point. Xiao Rong thought about it for a long time, and then sighed, why the hell have such good brothers...

　　Well, everyone is talking about their feelings from the perspective of readers. Xiaorong really thought about it for a long time yesterday morning, and then referred to the rhythm of some popular books. From the perspective of a writer, he got a lot of inspiration and probably found some problems. , Start working hard to change, and if it is effective later, post a single chapter and summarize it with everyone.

　　In fact, Xiao Rong is not not serious, but too serious. He got into some alleys and couldn't get out. He was entangled in details and spent a lot of energy in unimportant directions.

　　For example, the writing style and so on, in fact, Xiao Rong did not insist on the writing style, but he was obsessive-compulsive and wanted to write every sentence to the best. As a result, he spent too much energy and worked hard on the writing and sentences in a disguised form, ignoring the progress of the plot... On the contrary It's better to write down in one go.

　　So sometimes it is important to find the right direction.

　　Oh, don't talk about it, we'll talk about it later.Thank you brothers for accompanying Jianniang.

　　(Although I don't know how many other brothers can see this...)
　　Good night guys.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)