i have a sword fairy

Chapter 427 Before Dinner (very short)

In the evening, the setting sun melts gold.

The autumn wind blows from the land to the North Sea.

The Wutong Street in the east part of Duyou City is close to the seaside cliff in the east part, and leads straight to the seaside. It is the place where the wind is noisy.

A man who changed his clothes five times today... no, he was a young Confucian scholar. He was wearing a double-breasted long gown with his sleeves rolled up. Followed by a slender girl with her temples combed and lively eyes.

This double-haired girl with a first-class flying sword bred in her heart happily followed Brother Rong. At this time, she was playfully raising a thin foot, supporting one foot, and leaping across the threshold.

"Brother Rong, look... Hey, wait for me."

After Zhao Qian'er jumped past, she clapped her hands in satisfaction, but she just raised her head, but she saw Zhao Rong walking away quickly alone, and didn't look back at her, so she pursed her mouth and called out.

As the autumn wind fluttered, Zhao Rong folded his hands on his chest and tightened his clothes. Hearing this, he came back to his senses a little. He slowed down a bit. sunset.

Zhao Qian'er followed quickly, stretched out her small hand, and took his right hand.

In fact, she is not so playful and cute in Taiqing Mansion on weekdays, and she doesn't walk so slowly, so she doesn't need others to wait for her.

However, once Zhao Qian'er was beside this person in front of her, she couldn't help but become childish, even if he didn't wait for her for a while, she would feel a little flustered and anxious.

At this time, Zhao Qian'er looked up at Zhao Rong's expression, squinted her eyes and said crisply, "Brother Rong'er, what are you thinking. It's like this when you come back this afternoon."

"Ah, it's nothing. Some things in the academy... are a little annoying."

"Oh." Zhao Qian'er replied lightly, and stopped asking and disturbing him.

The little girl raised her hand on tiptoe and held Zhao Rong's collar which was messy due to hasty replacement.

Zhao Rong looked down at this moment, then turned his head and smiled at her, and patted her little hand.

Zhao Qian'er held his hand and put his arms around his arm, smiling sweetly.

Zhao Rong turned his face away and took a deep breath.

At this moment, Xiaoqian'er couldn't help but talk to him again: "Brother Ronger, we are on the Yunhai Ferry at [-] o'clock in the evening, and we will hurry back to Dali. We can rest for a while after eating, and then go outside the city to wait for the boat. .”

"Ah."

"Brother Rong, why did you think of inviting the teachers and classmates out for dinner today?" Xiao Qian'er asked curiously.

Zhao Rong smiled, but did not speak.

The two left Wutong Street and walked towards a relatively secluded alley not far away. At the end of the alley, there was a small restaurant with a plaque of "Xia Chong Zhai" and few customers. There was an old man at the door. Dozed off 'nodding' on the bench...

Zhao Qian'er glanced there, and said with a smile: "But you suddenly said that you invited them over for dinner, which made the young lady very anxious and ran around."

Zhao Rong had no choice but to say, "She must be busy. She said that she can eat whatever she wants, and come however it is convenient. Just like what I said to her in the morning, let's find a good-tasting inn in the city and have a meal. , why make it so formal and troublesome, when Zhu Yourong and the others come, seeing her so formal, maybe they will be a little cautious."

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head and corrected:
"Brother Rong, you think it's troublesome, but my lady and I don't think it's troublesome at all, you finally brought your classmates and teachers over for dinner, of course you have to treat them well.

"Besides, this is not considered formal. It's not about hosting a banquet or posting a post. We also listened to you. We didn't do it in Qinglianju. Come to Xia Chongzhai in Jingwa Lane to eat. Look at this restaurant The shop is so small and there are so few people, isn't it just what you want to eat?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, looking at the small restaurant at the end of a remote alley not far ahead, it was dusk and evening, and the lights there were dim.

This Wutong Street is where the East City is either rich or expensive, and there is a dilapidated alley next to it. The small restaurant at the end of Jingwa's alley is indeed bleak.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, but after looking at it for a while, he asked suspiciously again: "Why are there so few people? Is this a private restaurant, the one made by appointment? Isn't that very expensive?"

Xiaoqian'er had an honest look on her face, and her tone was extremely sincere: "You don't need to make an appointment, you can come whenever you want, and you can eat at any time. It's the off-season now, and the shop owner's business is so bad that he can't open the shop. I wish the lady would come with us. Let's eat, let's go, let's go."

Without taking Zhao Rong to continue asking, she took Zhao Rong's hand and walked towards Xia Chongzhai, continuing:

"Miss has some friendship with the boss of this Xia Chong Zhai. I can ask Miss to go to the back kitchen to cook some dishes and serve them together with the dishes in the store. It just meets the requirements of Miss and you. It's not far away. This is the right place to choose."

Zhao Rong wanted to speak.

But Xiao Qian'er who didn't look back seemed to know what he was thinking, and rushed to say:
"Besides, isn't it only natural for your eldest lady to cook a few dishes for your friend and teacher as a treat? You just let her do the work. If you don't let the young lady do it, she will be unhappy instead."

However, Zhao Rong shook his head.

"No, I want to say, Qingjun, she can cook porridge." He thought for a while, "Since when did she learn other cooking skills, can she cook poached eggs?"

Zhao Qian'er: "..."

The little girl looked back with a sincere expression: "Brother Rong, fortunately you said it in front of me, otherwise the lady would have fried you too."

Zhao Rong smiled.

Being fried as a poached egg by Qingjun, why should it be so troublesome, just say "introduce this is Xiaoxiao..." to her, simple...he laughed at himself.

At this time, Zhao Rong, who was slightly relaxed, had some leisure time, pulled the corner of his mouth, and knocked on Xiaoqian'er's head:
"By the way, why doesn't my second lady go to cook together. It's too unnatural for only the eldest lady to do it."

Zhao Qian'er pursed her lips.

She turned her pretty face away and snorted softly, "I don't want to help her. I told her about Su Qingdai in Dali in the afternoon, and she squinted and pulled my ear, and it turned red...Rong Er Brother, she is too disrespectful to me as the second lady, and she is too petty, hum, I won't help her cook."

Zhao Rong's eyes drooped, "Oh? What did she say about Su Qingdai."

Zhao Qian'er glanced at the calm Rong'er brother, "Miss said at the time... I'll talk to you during dinner."

Zhao Rong nodded.

At this time, the two were not far from Xia Chong Zhai.

At the door of the empty restaurant, the dozing old doorman seemed to have heard the footsteps of the rare visitors, so he looked up at them.

Zhao Rong didn't look much, but looked up at the sky and stopped.

"It's almost time. I'll go to Wutong Street to pick them up first. You go in first. You don't need to follow. I already know the way."

Xiao Qian'er didn't think too much, and responded crisply, "Yeah."

She went forward alone, greeted the old man at the door, pointed to Zhao Rong behind her, said something, and then entered Xia Chong Zhai with light steps.

The young Confucian scholar stood quietly not far from the small restaurant for a while, and when Xiao Qian'er disappeared at the door, his straight shoulders and waist suddenly collapsed, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, his complexion was a little pained, and he rubbed his old waist that had just fallen in the afternoon as if no one else was there.

At the entrance of the small restaurant, the old doorman sitting on the bench looked up at the young Confucian scholar who was holding his waist while inhaling.

Seeing him sizing up endlessly, Zhao Rong turned his head and glared at him.

Have you ever seen a handsome guy with waist support?

The old gatekeeper lowered his head, put away the bench, and entered the door.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sky again, muttered something, and walked towards Wutong Street.

On the way, a certain scene in the afternoon reappeared before his eyes.

At that time, the little red-clothed fox demon hurriedly ran to help him up, then suddenly pushed him, and then rushed forward, pressing on Zhao Rong's body, staring at his eyes with red eyes, and took a deep breath:

"I...I want to know, who is she? Is her real name...Qingjun?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, and was quiet for a moment, "That's her nickname, her name is... Concubine Zhao Ling, born in Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion."

The little fox demon trembled and went limp.

"She...it's her." She seemed to think of something.

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At this time, at the entrance of Wutong Street, the young Confucian scholar who was waiting quietly at the appointed place, with his sleeves folded, pursed his lips in the autumn wind.

This meal doesn't want to be so formal, it's because I'm afraid to scare some weak and silly girl...

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PS: It's a bit short... (——The special chapter for being scolded)
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