i have a sword fairy

Chapter 423 Zhao Rong: Would you like to have dinner together at night? (two)

"She's been watching you."

"Like me just by looking at me? Maybe it's my enemy." Zhao Rong laughed.

The Confucian shirt woman in front of the table lowered her eyes, nodded and whispered softly: "Even if it is an enemy, it is an enemy who will haunt you for the rest of your life."

Zhao Rong didn't know what he thought of, and sighed in his heart, the beauty felt uncomfortable.

"Besides, isn't it obvious that these things between men and women have always been the same regardless of geographical race?"

Zhu Yourong asked slowly, raised the pen leisurely, continued to enjoy calligraphy, copying the words that Zhao Rong just added, and at the same time she continued:
"This kind of young girl can't hide things in her eyes, her eyes... are all about you."

Zhao Rong subconsciously wanted to ask about the big girl who has been in business for a long time and has gone through the world of mortals?But before he could speak in the next second, he stopped.

Because saying it is a bit like flirting with her.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glanced at the female academy gentleman in front of the table who seemed to be a confidant big sister and emotional mentor, and was speechless for a while.

But Zhu Yourong seemed to sense his gaze, and instead of looking at him, continued to copy and write, as if waiting for him to speak to break the silence.

The two of them had a rare tacit understanding and didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

This is very rare in getting along like a confidant in the past.

The air in the flower garden is getting a bit dead...

For Zhao Rong, although Zhu Yourong is separated by his status as a husband, the two of them get along unexpectedly happily and easily in private. During these days in the academy, it is a rare relaxation for him to come to this Yilanxuan to sit and drink a cup of 'tea' every few days when.

Although in Zhao Rong's eyes, he was noncommittal about some of Zhu Yourong's choices, he respected and admired them.

Besides, as...a close friend, he feels that Zhu Yourong is very loyal...

At this time, Zhao Rong glanced at the woman in Confucian shirt who seemed to be concentrating on calligraphy in front of the table.

Therefore, as a man, he is obliged to break the embarrassment in this situation and not to stand coldly.

"What are you up to lately?"

Zhao Rong suddenly laughed.

A female gentleman in a Confucian shirt seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

Zhu Yourong continued to write a few words, then gently put down the pen, "Write, grow orchids, and be in a daze."

When she said the last two words, she turned her eyes slightly, not looking at the young Confucian scholar in front of her.

Zhao Rong pretended to sigh, and said amusedly, "You half-step Yuanying monks, Mr. Confucian Academy, are your lives so plain and boring?"

Zhu Yourong, who looked down at the words, brushed a lock of hair behind her right ear, and smiled softly.

"Isn't this just living a life? Then what do you think the half-step Nascent Soul cultivator should do? Is it possible to fight and kill all day long, wandering around the Jiuzhou cultivation world, stealing goods, killing people, encountering treasures? Fighting against relatives and friends for resources? Or is it a grass snake with a gray line running thousands of miles away, using the heaven and the earth as a chessboard, and all living beings as ants' chess pieces?"

"Then this is too tiring." Zhu Yourong shook his head, looked up at Zhao Rong, and said seriously:
"Every monk on the mountain is like this, living like a wild beast, so who will preach?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then nodded lightly: "That's the reason. Not everyone is the protagonist in a storybook novel. The experience is wonderful, and people from all walks of life come one after another."

Leaning on the table, the Confucian woman confided in detail:

"Yuanying Taiyi, like ordinary people down the mountain, has to live an honest life. The days are slow, with wonderful and memorable moments dotted in it, but compared with ordinary people, the people, scenery and wonderful encounters you see when you climb the mountain will be different. It’s just a little more, but life is long, and the boredom we have to endure is more than ordinary people, and even retreating practice is more boring than living..."

Zhao Rong listened quietly, smiling from time to time.

The atmosphere between the two seemed to be relaxed and comfortable again.

"I have retreated a few times, and the time is not long. It is not like the blink of an eye like the senior monks. It was only two years and seven months. It was the time when I hit the half-step Nascent Soul. You know that after I came out of Bigu retreat, What is the one thing you want to do the most when you open your eyes?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Scratch the itch on your back?"

Zhu Yourong didn't smile, but blinked at him, as if to say... Is it cold?

Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed, and then seriously guessed: "Okay, the first thing is... let out a long roar, soaring up to the sky, and let everyone in Fangyuan Baili know that you will be a Nascent Soul in less than half a year. Now, if you are a bit discerning, hurry up and give the old lady a congratulatory gift?"

Zhu Yourong shook her head, but this time she was amused by success. "Puchi."

"That is... if you want to write, half-step Nascent Soul is not enough?"

The Confucian woman picked up the pen again and wrote slowly, but shook her head again.

"What is that?" Zhao Rong frowned.

He nodded, "I see, the first thing you do when you open your eyes is to stretch."

Zhu Yourong smiled slightly, and said directly:
"I'm going to eat, and then I'll take a good bath and have a good sleep."

Zhao Rong's head was full of black lines.

Seemingly seeing that he was going to complain, Zhu Yourong said first:
"Yeah. I've been hungry for a long time, and my body is very clean and dust-free, but I just feel hungry and feel uncomfortable.

"Three meals a day, bathing and sleeping, have been like this since I was a child. It feels like an inseparable part of my life. If I live without them after practicing, it won't be like living a life."

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed when he heard this.

His life in the academy is quite irregular. Recently, in Dali, if there is a "careful" care of the little Qian'er, Zhao Rong probably still eats one meal a day or doesn't eat at all. He can't sleep at night and turn on the lamp to study...

Zhu Yourong turned her head to look at the person who covered her mouth and coughed, and said slowly:
"When I first practiced, I also had a novel and extraordinary body of practice. I could not eat, drink or sleep, but I found out later...it was really busy when I didn't sleep when everything was silent in the middle of the night. The sun rises and the moon sets. , The alternation of yin and yang, the waking and sleeping of creatures, is the law of heaven and earth, why should monks violate it.

"So unless there is a calligraphy I like that I want to study and copy, I will forget the time, otherwise I will rest on time, besides..." The woman in the Confucian shirt paused for a moment, lowered her eyes and said: "Besides, sometimes some weird dreams are still Quite interesting."

Zhao Rong didn't think too much, and glanced at his mouth when he heard the words.

Speaking of dreams, he has always had that strange dream of landscape painting recently, which is really frightening, especially the little girl with shofar braids who is probably Yu Huaijin.

So in the few times he has had a dream recently, he didn't go to that square and weird school. He used the characteristics of ink and wash dreams outside to practice landscape painting and prepare for the painting assessment in the near future.

Zhao Rong was a little surprised to find that the effect was not bad...

"Ahem, I've been taught, Mr. Zhu Da." Zhao Rong smiled and cupped his hands.

Zhu Yourong glared at him, making him feel weird.

Then she asked about Zhao Rong's affairs in Dali with some concern.

The latter picked up some things and talked about them, but didn't go into depth.

At this time, Zhu Yourong sized up Zhao Rong for a while: "You are soaring?"

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Rong pretended to take two steps back and forth, and said solemnly, "Recently, he has made great achievements."

The Confucian shirt woman's expression turned serious, she cupped her hands and said, "Congratulations."

Zhao Rong waved his hand and said seriously, "Humble and humble."

After the words fell, the two looked at each other, blinked at each other, couldn't hold back anymore, and suddenly laughed.

"Very cute." With a smile, Zhu Yourong suddenly said something with a smile.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, his old face blushed, but he immediately realized that it wasn't him.

Zhao Rong glanced at a certain little fox demon in the distance, it seemed that Zhu Yourong was talking and laughing just because he wanted Zhu Yourong, she kept biting her lip, her big eyes longed for...

Seeing him, the latter pretended not to care and turned his back, not looking at him.

Zhao Rong turned his head, smiled, and said to Zhu Yourong:

"Thank you for the compliment. But don't say it in front of this stupid girl. She doesn't like it very much when people call her cute. She always says something like 'poor and unloved'."

Zhu Yourong could not help laughing on her beautiful face.

She turned her head, just in time to meet the quiet eyes of a certain little fox demon.

Zhu Yourong glanced at Su Xiaoxiao who was dodging in a hurry again, picked up the pen, and wrote and drew while smiling:

"Why, bring her here... Is the young lady in the family jealous? Want to declare sovereignty?"

Zhao Rong helplessly spread his hands, "She's just a little coward, how dare you, the kind who would cry for a long time if she got up early and didn't sleep in late..."

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his tone unconsciously carried some indulgence.

On the side, the woman in Confucian shirt who was writing with her head down quietly stopped writing and squinted.

At this time, Zhao Rong didn't notice this, but shook his head and said: "I brought her here. By the way, do you still remember the letter you asked Mr. Yan to send me when I was in Taiqing Mansion? The girl found out..."

Zhao Rong roughly talked about the ins and outs of what happened next to the bookshelf in the morning, paused, and apologized:

"Zhu Yourong, please explain to this stupid girl for me later. I don't know how she found it from the corner. I forgot about this letter before, so I put it in this book..."

Zhu Yourong listened for a while, then put down her pen and looked at him, then nodded calmly, "Oh, my letter, you slipped it away casually, but today the lady at home finally found it."

She paused, then said lightly, "Is that the case?"

Zhao Rong's self-consciousness trained in Qing Jun told him:

In danger?
"It's not... that..." He subconsciously explained, "I'm used to stuffing letters from my friends in the book, the better the relationship, the better..."

"Okay, I see, I'll take care of it." Zhu Yourong interrupted loudly.

Zhao Rong sighed, closed his mouth in embarrassment, scratched his head, "Thank you."

Zhu Yourong smiled lightly and said: "You said that this little fox girl is a coward, but what about your lady in the first house who was in the Taiqing Mansion, this lady probably doesn't love me, a gentleman of the academy, the little lady doesn't Go tell her and join her?"

Zhu Yourong knew Zhao Rong's identity as a son-in-law a long time ago, Zhao Rong told her frankly when he first met her, and Zhu Yourong often teased him about his wife.

When Zhao Rong heard this, he smiled and didn't answer, he didn't want to explain too much what Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao didn't know each other.

However, Zhu Yourong smiled and smiled, and the smile gradually faded away.

The young Confucian scholar still smiled.

But the woman in the Confucian shirt squinted at him slightly, her eyes were a little scrutinizing...

The tacit understanding between the two is abnormal, and they also have a tacit understanding. Some things seem to be intimate.

Especially Zhu Youronghui, who is not an ordinary woman.

Zhao Rong also noticed this, and felt a little helpless, why are they all so smart?
He looked away slightly, wanting to speak.

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong with a half-smile, then suddenly glanced at one of his hands, and said, "Okay, I'll explain it to you now."

Zhao Rong was about to turn around and say thank you, but in the next second, Zhu Yourong suddenly reached out and did something that stunned Zhao Rong...

In the pavilion in the distance, Su Xiaoxiao was peeking again. Seeing this, Jingzi next to her was swearing, smacking her small chest and saying something:
"You little fox demon, you still dare to like this guy, you can't be bullied to death. But it's okay now, it's fine, don't worry about it, my husband is not what you think, don't worry."

However, in the next second, the two girls saw the flower garden almost at the same time, and the Confucian woman suddenly stretched out her hand and took the right hand of the young Confucian student next to her.

Su Xiaoxiao froze in place.

A girl in blue who is patting her chest: w(Д)w
(End of this chapter)