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Chapter 422 Zhao Rong: Would you like to have a meal at night?

Chapter 422 Zhao Rong: Would you like to have dinner together at night? (one)

Inside Yilanxuan, in the pavilion not far from the door, the atmosphere was a little weird.

Inside the pavilion, there is a girl with fox eyes who likes to wear red clothes, and a girl in blue clothes who wears a tall book hat.

Stand and squat.

Jingzi thought for a while, frowned and said:
"Hey, little fox demon, um... have you misunderstood something? My husband and Zhao Ziyu don't have that kind of relationship. What are you thinking?"

With a serious face, she deliberately raised her voice, making her tone appear very neutral:

"One of the two is the master of the academy, the other is a student of the academy, a teacher and a student, how can it work, oh, absolutely not!"

"Teacher and student?" Su Xiaoxiao, who was tense, was stunned, and looked suspiciously at the girl in blue clothes on the stone bench, who was nodding with determination.

Jingzi kept a straight face, and said in a firm tone: "Yes, 1 will not work, there is no chance! And my husband is so powerful, how could he fall in love with him, well, you are just an idiot little fox demon, probably [-]% of that The guy has become a treasure, hey, why don't you meet me somewhere and give you some advice."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

The girl in blue sighed, then raised her head and raised her braids and said:
"That guy Zhao Ziyu, don't look at his calm and calm appearance on weekdays, hey, good guy, you don't know, he will immediately coward me when he meets me... Those moves that harm girls' families are instantly overwhelmed." I'm broken~"

She paused, squinting at Su Xiaoxiao, who bit her lip and frowning, and gave the latter a "you understand" look.

Jing Zi nodded in satisfaction, and was ready to continue bragging to her new little fox demon friend, adding more cards to bluff her.

But at this time, the little fox demon tilted his head suspiciously and said, "How do I remember...Zhao Lang said before that you were afraid of him...and that you are actually quite cute, but you are a bit grudge-loving."

The girl in blue stared, but...cute?Love to hold a grudge!
She jumped three feet high, continued to put her hands on her hips, looked very tough, and forcefully explained: "You really don't believe it! He didn't dare to speak loudly to me. This is because... because when we first met, this girl put he……"

At this moment, the half-closed courtyard door not far away was suddenly pushed open, and with the slight sound of the door opening, a slender figure of a man had gently walked to the two people in the waiting booth.

A big hand held down the little head of the blue-clothed girl whose words were stuck from behind.

The book boy's hat is deflated.

"Well, tell me, what did you do to me?"

Zhao Rong smiled and stroked the 'dog's head'.

"..." Jing Zi.

Facing this young Confucian scholar with a dull complexion who suddenly appeared.

The eyes of the two little girls who had just met widened.

But Su Xiaoxiao was pleasantly surprised, but Jingzi was frightened...

The girl in blue froze.

"Tell me quickly, what did you do to me?" Zhao Rong touched her head behind her with a curious tone.

You put your fucking hands on my head, what do you want this girl to say...

Jing Zi's mouth still maintained the appearance of opening her mouth just now, but after she hiccupped twice, her eyeballs rolled around nimbly.

She had an idea, and continued to say:
"...this girl treats him...Mr. Zhao...as...a good friend, and the relationship is very good!"

Zhao Rong first glanced at Xiaoxiao, seeing that nothing happened to her while waiting here, then looked down at the girl in blue.

He thought about it seriously, and confirmed with a sincere smile: "Really?"

Jing Zi secretly pushed her head hard.

The big hand on the head was completely motionless.

She nodded, "Really, maybe there was a little misunderstanding at first, but after it was resolved, you forgot about it. You also accept the apology, but you can't bully others."

Zhao Rong looked at her with a smile, but didn't speak.

Damn it, I haven't seen him for a few days, why is he so strong... The girl in blue gritted her silver teeth secretly.

She turned her head and said to Su Xiaoxiao seriously:
"Little fox demon, let me tell you that Mr. Zhao is actually a very good person, modest, polite, and gentle. May I ask who doesn't know this? At the same time, he is also a pillar of our Mochi Academy. Maybe he will be the next one. The seed of reading is him, well, the next one is Sister Yu...

"Which other gentleman doesn't give a thumbs up when you mention Mr. Zhao? My husband also likes him very much. Of course, it must be the kind of love that the seniors appreciate and support the juniors. It must not be the love between men and women in the books you read blindly." I like it, little fox demon, don't think about it, my husband is very polite, and has always kept his sense of proportion."

The girl in blue wrung her fingers, and said a lot of "heartfelt words" in a serious manner. At this moment, she paused, thinking to herself, it will be all right now.

It's a pity that she couldn't keep her head down and couldn't see Zhao Rong's expression.

Jingzi sighed, and sincerely said to Su Xiaoxiao, who had a serious face:

"That's why Mr. Zhao is so outstanding... listen to my sister's advice, you have to take good care of it!"

The atmosphere of the three people in the pavilion was quiet for a while.

Su Xiaoxiao, with red eyes, silently looked at Jing Zi who made a 360-degree turn. She pursed her lips, and turned her eyes to look at the temperament and intellectual female gentleman in the flower garden in the distance.

Zhao Rong heard the words, thought for a while, and nodded in agreement.

He let go of his hand and sighed, and said politely without the slightest bit of humility: "Miss Jingzi, you are being sincere, and what you said is quite embarrassing."

Jingzi jumped back and escaped from the clutches of the devil.

She helped the crushed bookboy hat, feeling that she couldn't hold back her face, and with a stern face, she waved her hand, signaling that someone was almost done.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, didn't you go down the mountain for the assessment, and you came back so soon? Why did you come to Yi Lanxuan today, and you brought a little fox demon?"

Jing Zi gave Su Xiaoxiao a nickname and felt it was very appropriate, so she said it smoothly. At this time, she looked at Zhao Rong with a little vigilance.

The young Confucian scholar who changed clothes three times in one day ignored her and walked up to Su Xiaoxiao.

The latter was turning his head away, not looking at him.

Zhao Rong suddenly reached out to hold her right hand.

Su Xiaoxiao retracted her hands, but she was still caught by this villain no matter how much she earned.

She just squatted on the ground, picked up a branch to help the 'little ants cross the bridge', and her hands were somewhat stained.

Zhao Rong looked at the chubby little hands, lowered his head, grabbed the sleeves of the gown, wiped them carefully, and then couldn't help rubbing them.

At some point, Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head and said nothing. At this moment, she couldn't help turning her eyes slightly upwards to peek at the serious and attentive lover in front of her.

"Such an old man, yet so childish." Zhao Rong pouted and shook his head lightly.

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked at Zhu Yourong again.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong let go of his hands and walked out of the pavilion, "Go, I'll take you there and meet and get to know each other."

Su Xiaoxiao didn't move, she stopped at the same spot, lowered her head and grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Zhao Rong shook his head lightly, "Okay, little one, wait for me here, I'll get something and come back... I have some things, I'll talk to you later."

After he left a sentence, he walked towards the flower garden.

Su Xiaoxiao waited for him to walk away before raising her head and staring at his back.

The girl in blue clothes next to her saw something strange, she leaned over, glanced at her new friend, and tilted her head, "What's wrong with you? The young couple quarreled..."

In the distance, Zhao Rong entered the flower garden and saw that Zhu Yourong was still concentrating on writing calligraphy, as if he didn't notice anyone approaching.

This Mr. Lanhua from Linlu Academy is still dressed in a simple and elegant Confucian shirt, and he is still in a majestic and magnificent scenery. He holds his sleeve with one hand and pinches the pen with the other. weight'.

Zhao Rong was not surprised by this, and it was not the first time he came here.

He walked up to Zhu Yourong's side with ease, as if facing his own desk, reached out to fetch water, inkstone, ink sticks, etc., rolled up his sleeves, and skillfully grinded it with his hands.

Zhao Rong stood beside the Confucian shirt woman, and at the same time looked slightly sideways, looking at the Shenxiu calligraphy she was writing at this time, watching quietly.

Zhu Yourong continued to write as if no one else was there, but at a certain moment, the corners of her lips that were covered by her drooping hair slightly lifted.

When Zhu Yourong straightened her waist and was about to dip the ink, Zhao Rong gently pushed the inkstone forward with two fingers, and handed it to the convenient place beside her hand.

Every time she raises her hand to change the awl, she will hand over a twig which is very suitable for Zhu Yourong's heart.

The two moved quietly and in harmony.

There was no exchange of words or eyes, but they cooperated very tacitly.

It's like a godsend.

A woman in a Confucian shirt has long since betrayed her relatives in a certain sense, the prosperity is gone, and she is alone.

She looked around, but she couldn't see the ancients before and the newcomers after. Even the closest disciples and book boys beside her only followed but didn't understand her, so they could only walk alone at night holding the lamp.

As far as Zhu Yourong is concerned, the young Confucian scholar who is ordinary but quietly accompanying her writing is the only confidant who really walks to her side from the vast crowd of passers-by and pedestrians.

There is joy at first sight, and peace with long-term companionship.

Inexplicable fit.

Unspeakably happy.

At this moment, Zhu Yourong seemed to have a feeling in his heart, he turned his wrist to grab the pen, and splashed ink on a piece of white paper.

The characters are thin and powerful.

It's just that her pen turned halfway, and she should have continued to write, but suddenly stopped, her jade hand stopped.

The Confucian shirt woman frowned slightly, as if she was dissatisfied with the words, as if she felt that something was missing.

There is only one half-remnant line left on the paper:
If you have a bosom friend, see it.

She stood up slowly, holding the pen, and took a silent step back.

Zhao Rong, who was watching quietly, took a step forward in an instant, took the brush from Zhu Yourongyu's hand, and rolled up his sleeves without hesitation.

Straight to the end, the strokes poured down, completing half a sentence of the poem.

Zhu Yourong looked intently, and saw his words on the paper, the characters were also thin and vigorous, but different from hers, they actually contained bone strength, like frosty forests without leaves, and waterfalls flying in, which made people's eyes shine:
If there is a bosom friend who sees it, he will sing Yangchun all over the place.

The woman in Confucian shirt stood in front of the table, smiling and admiring the light reciting of the poem, while contemplating the style of the last six characters with burning eyes.

The young Confucian scholar walked aside as if nothing had happened, and handed over the brush.

Zhu Yourong happily took over the pen for him, raised her hand and brushed the hair around her mouth behind her ears, took the brush to re-stain the ink, there was no words of thanks or praise, because the two of them seemed to be too familiar and got along with each other tacitly.

At this time, Zhu Yourong paused for a short while before speaking, breaking the silence.

"Have you finished all the things you need to do this time back to the academy?"

"No." Zhao Rong shook his head.

"Didn't you say before you left in the morning that you were going to do something important and didn't go to see Meng Zhengjun? Isn't she in the academy? I met her a few days ago."

The young Confucian scholar thought for a while, nodded, and shook his head again:

"She's here. Before I came here, I went to the Auditorium to look for her... I'll come back after this matter is over." Zhao Rong paused, and didn't elaborate on what he had just done at the Xuemochi Museum on the way. , but whispered:
"However, when I come back this time, apart from this official business, there is actually another... private matter."

"Oh. What is it?"

"Zhengguan has well water. Do you have any more here? I'll take some... for some use." Someone cut to the chase.

"Yes." The Confucian shirt woman nodded, kept moving, and said flatly: "I know you need it all the time, and I have already prepared three cups."

"Okay." He paused, "Thanks."

"polite."

She shook her head lightly, put down her pen, took out three bamboo tubes, and handed them to Zhao Rong, who took them carefully and packed them away properly.

"That... this well water is very important to you?"

Zhao Rong was quiet for a moment, "Yes."

After choosing that weird technique, it is even more important now...

"Understood." The corners of Zhu Yourong's lips curved slightly, the topic was covered, and he didn't ask another word.

Zhao Rong patted his sleeves and let out a sigh of relief. This trip back to the academy, the business and the private affairs were finally done. God blesses him to pass through the Shura field safely and dangerously. This trip is basically a great success. .

Regarding this matter, he at the flower garden table couldn't help but think about Dali, especially the things that happened in Hanjing a few days ago that prompted him to return overnight...

Zhao Rong was thinking a little bit, and wanted to say goodbye.

Just as he was about to lift his leg, Zhu Yourong suddenly said:
"Is she a fox girl?"

Zhao Rong paused and nodded.

The woman in the Confucian shirt was quiet for a while, hanging the writing brush skillfully on the pen holder, and finishing the desk with orchid petals on it, and then said:

"She has a crush on you."

Zhao Rong smiled, looked at the little fox demon who was staring at them in the distance, and stopped.

“How come you see?”

Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes, as if she was looking at the poem on the table, "If someone knows you, I will sing Yangchun without hesitation", at this moment she spoke softly...

 (PS: It’s a bit late, sorry guys... It’s hard to change the text, it’s a bit stuck) Thanks to the good brother "BoSo" for the reward of 1341 coins!Thanks for the reward of 1000 coins from the good brother 'Single Push Takagi'!
  
 
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