i have a sword fairy

Chapter 479 A Literary Girl Who Loves Brainstorming (Enriched, read~)
"Sister Cardamom, how long will the punishment be?"

In the imperial study room, the little emperor's pitiful voice sounded.

One second before, he was still sitting on a chair to ask Mr. Zhao for advice, but the next second, he was already kneeling in front of a girl in palace costume who came out of nowhere, facing the direction of Guanghan Palace, honestly.

Cardamom, who came to lead the order, took a look and knelt down to make a very skilled little emperor in one go.

She pursed her lips, glared at him reproachfully, and said nothing.

The little emperor was still facing the direction of Guanghan Palace, not daring to look around, but squinting his eyes, longing for the girl in palace costume:

"Sister Cardamom, I'm sorry, I... I know I was wrong, I will definitely not dare to do it next time, listen to what my mother told you."

Cardamom stared at him for a while, then sighed lightly, with a calm expression: "Two hours."

While the two were kneeling and standing, a young Confucian scholar next to him retracted his extended foot.

Seeing the little emperor kneel down suddenly just now, Zhao Rong almost yelled 'the empress dowager', but luckily he knocked on his eyes cautiously and swallowed the words back.

"It turned out to be the accompanying female officer next to the empress dowager. Looking at her attire, she looks like a maiden from the moon, and her status is not low."

He said something softly in his heart, nodded, and then glanced at the girl in palace costume again, muttering: "That's right, the figure is not that pretty..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but flashed back to the graceful widow kneeling in the white dress and veiled widow not long ago in the mourning hall of the first emperor in Dali...

"Hey two hours... okay."

After the little emperor Li Wangque heard the words, he drooped his head and lowered his hands naturally.

He knelt on the hard, cold floor and sighed dejectedly.

"Sister Cardamom, sit down, don't stand with me, there are chairs over there...Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry, I made you laugh, the queen mother probably didn't know you were here...Sorry, sir, if you have something to do, you can go first, by the bookshelf Sir, you can take the books you want at will."

The boy was a little embarrassed to see Mr. Zhao.

The girl in court dress named Cardamom shook her head when she heard the words, and didn't sit down, she still held her hands, standing motionless beside the little emperor.

At this moment, she raised her round and small chin slightly, adjusted her appearance as a standard court lady, then turned her head slightly, looked at the young Confucian scholar aside, looked carefully for a moment, and did not speak.

Zhao Rong didn't go to the bookshelf to get the book, he was turning his head, looking at the direction of Guanghan Palace that Li Wangque was facing, and didn't look at Cardamom who was looking at him.

The young Confucian scholar thought for a while, folded his sleeves, and walked towards the door of the imperial study without saying a word.

"You are Mr. Zhao Ziyu Zhao?"

Zhao Rong paused slightly, without looking back, and nodded with his back to Cardamom, "That's right, it's right here."

Cardamom was quiet for a while, then suddenly said: "Why is it 'he' instead of 'her' that thousands of Baidu searched for?"

The unreasonable sentence of the girl in palace costume made people startled.

But Zhao Rong smiled.

What this first-time meeting of the girl from the moon wants to ask, of course, is not the question of 'shaking and cold', which is an opposing question between men and women, but to give him a female fist.

Besides, in this era, there are no punches to fight.

This girl is interesting... Zhao Rong muttered in his heart.

This poem titled "Sapphire Case" by Nanshan Pin was born in a restaurant on the lake in Xingzi Town, and soon spread throughout Dali and became popular in Hanjing.

It is no surprise that Zhao Rong became a celebrity in Dali, a great talent from Linlu Academy.

Lidi worships Confucianism, the imperial court promotes Confucianism, and there is a music workshop supported by the Dugu family to cultivate outstanding divorced girls. There are a lot of Lidi women who are knowledgeable and polite. Su Qingdai in the black dress can be favored by talented scholars, and she will present a poem by Nanshan.

This is something that hasn't happened in Dali for a long time.

So the story of Zhao Rong dyeing rouge that day, writing a poem on the beautiful woman's skirt, and conquering the fairy's heart has also become a good story about a talented man and a beautiful woman, which is now being talked about in teahouses and taverns in Dali...

At this moment in the imperial study room, next to the kneeling Emperor Dali, the bookish young girl in court attire stood peacefully, but she didn't believe that a poem that only wrote about the love between men and women and pleaded for confession would be recognized by Tiandao as a Nanshan product. .

Cardamom lightly licked her pink lips.

How can Nanshan products be so simple?
The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was in the dim light.

When I first read it, most people subconsciously thought it was Mr. Zhao telling himself in a female tone, telling Fairy Su that the true Son of Heaven she was looking for was him in the dimly lit place in front of her eyes.

However, this interpretation is a bit far-fetched and narcissistic.

If it is really this Mr. Zhao's courtship words, wouldn't it be better to replace "he" with "she".

People searched for her thousands of Baidu... Directly using his own tone to describe how to find her, was more able to impress the beauties and capture the hearts of fairies.

The girl in palace costume nodded slightly.

At this time, the imperial study room was quiet for a moment.

Seeing that the young Confucian scholar didn't look back and didn't speak, Dou Kou frowned lightly and pondered:

"So Mr. Zhao's Nanshan masterpiece is not just written for that Fairy Su? The 'he' here...Mr. Zhao is alluding to himself...Alluding to gentlemen and sages similar to Mr.? Just like the sages Is it the same as the vanilla beauty in the ancient poems?"

She stared seriously at the back of the man not far away.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at her. At this moment, the blood lines in the depths of his eyes floated and disappeared.

From an outsider's perspective, he seemed to be organizing his language.

So, no one spoke in the room for a while.

Beside the two, the little emperor who was punished to kneel down couldn't help but look up at Mr. Zhao and Sister Doukou quietly after hearing the words.

Although Sister Cardamom is not very old, she is one of the most outstanding young women in the Lefang Division. Fengyi Gongzheng, who is second only to Da Si Le Mujin in the Lefang Division, has been serving the queen by her side, similar to The personal housekeeper is highly valued by the queen mother, with one person under ten thousand.

The boy glanced at the bookish girl in palace attire.

Sister Cardamom is a person close to the queen mother. She often does things for the queen mother and gives him words to reward and punish him, but she often tries her best to intercede for him. Therefore, the young man is quite close to her and treats her as a confidant big sister.

Because when she was supervised by a girl in palace costumes, she was often pointed out by her about doubtful questions about poems and books. Li Wangque knew that this sister cardamom was in the Lefang Division. Recognized by the company as the divorced daughter with the best literary talent.

But Sister Dougao didn't show off her talents in this area very much. She didn't sing along with literati poetry like the talented women in the book like the talented women in the book. Instead, she was very low-key. Entertain yourself.

Except for the little emperor and the divorced daughters in the Lefang Division, few people in Dali knew about this, and all the civil and military officials in the imperial court only regarded her as a matter of people and left and right hands...

At this moment, Li Wangque couldn't help laughing secretly, looking at the expression of the girl in palace costume.

He is very clear that Mrs. Zhao's "Sapphire Case" has been quietly read by Sister Doukou recently.

Several times recently, when she came to supervise his homework, she would flip through a miscellaneous book, put her chin in her hand, bit her lip and look at a certain page in the book, as if in a daze, without turning the page for a long time.

The young man was curious. Once she received the mother's order and left in a hurry, and forgot the miscellaneous book. He picked it up and flipped through it, but a piece of poetry note with someone's poems fell between the pages.

The handwriting is elegant and graceful.

However, the little emperor Li Wangque was quite puzzled.

He also likes Mr. Zhao's "Sapphire Case". Every time he applauds and applauds in front of her in a hurry, Sister Doukou never makes a sound and listens quietly. When he asks her, he either shakes his head or smiles. skip……

At this time, seeing Zhao Rong and Dou Kou looking at each other, the latter even brought up the "Sapphire Case" face to face.

The little emperor lifted his spirits and pricked up his ears, as if he was afraid of missing what the two of them said next.

"Mr. Zhao?"

Cardamom opened her lips and whispered.

Seeing that Zhao Rong was staring at her all the time, and she didn't know what she was looking at, the girl couldn't help frowning slightly, and her round and delicate chin, which was raised habitually, raised a little again.

His eyes were fixed on the "greedy talent" in the mouths of the sisters who came back from Xingzi Town not far away.

Zhao Rong was actually distracted.

Because just now when the little emperor mentioned that he could borrow and take books at will, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a book to return in Xumiwu.

Well, I brought it down from the seventh floor of the academy building and brought it to Dali with the intention of returning it...

"Oh, sorry, I remembered something else."

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar looked at the girl in palace costume and shook his head apologetically.

"you……"

A look of annoyance appeared on Cardamom's pretty face, but immediately, she took a heaving breath and calmed down.

The girl tilted her head slightly, "Have you finished thinking about Mr.

Zhao Rong looked a little embarrassed, and nodded, "Well, it's almost there."

He lowered his eyes slightly.

Recently, it seems that because of the influence of Gui's dripping heart lake water and the pictures he saw, he often has complicated thoughts and 'crazy thoughts'.

Not only desires and emotions, but even the little thoughts that pop up in my heart will be suddenly magnified with some randomness.

For example, on the carriage to the palace just now, Zhao Rong couldn't hold back for a moment, remembered, and muttered a comment about the taste of a certain liquid, which made the two women in the carriage ashamed.

Another example is not long ago when we built a small north house in Dongli. Facing the beautiful Qing Jun and his desolate lady, Zhao Rong couldn't hold back for a while, and bullied him domineeringly. However, every time the lover courts each other intimately, the two fall in love with each other, and they actually play the way of upside down.

Although Zhao Rong deliberately avoided the last step because he was worried about seeing the clarity of his mind, he just ate some appetizers and saved the abalone meal for later, but even if he realized this recently, he has been consciously restraining himself and trying his best to calm down Thoughts and desires, so that the mind is like still water.

But it also has little effect.

Because after all, a hundred secrets are a sparse one.

He often is a little careless, and thoughts and desires will emerge from the depths of his heart.

The young Confucian scholar couldn't help frowning.

And the most important thing is that unless he deliberately marks Xinhu, in many cases, the matter of being magnified is subconsciously ignored by him, thinking that it is a normal state of mind... It is hard to guard against.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but said inwardly: It seems to be related to the test of return. Hearing the meaning of what it said that night, it seems to know that this young master is in this state, but it still asks me to see the clarity of the heart...see the clarity of the heart...this kind of Under the state, even a little wave in the heart lake is magnified, isn't it several times more difficult to cultivate the mind?
Seeming to be 'sneaky' again, Zhao Rong was alarmed, raised his eyes, and whispered to the girl in palace costume who was waiting quietly:

"Well, sorry girl, what did you ask just now, can you say it again?"

Cardamom's pretty face was expressionless, she pursed her lips and looked at him for a few breaths.

She spoke and repeated it again.

"My servant dares to ask Mr. Zhao, isn't that Nanshan masterpiece not just written for that Fairy Su? The 'he' here..."

After the words fell, the girl quietly waited for an answer.

"Oh, girl, so that's the problem."

After Zhao Rong listened carefully, he smiled and nodded.

The next second said directly: "Thinking too much."

After speaking, he immediately turned his head and strode away from the imperial study room.

The action is not sloppy.

Cardamom: "..."

The little emperor: "..."

The atmosphere in the imperial study room fell into a dead silence.

You think too much... think too much... too much...

The solemn and sincere voice of a certain man seems to be still echoing in the study...

"Push!"

Li Wangque, who was punished to kneel, held back his laughter and couldn't help but make a sound.

Then the next second, he immediately covered his mouth and lowered his head, because the gaze of the girl in the palace costume next to her had already cast her...

The girl in palace costume pursed her lips, shifted her eyes from the little emperor, squinted her eyes and looked at the back of a young Confucian scholar striding away outside the door.

……

After walking out of the imperial study and getting rid of a certain literary girl who seemed to like brainstorming, Zhao Rong smiled.

He didn't leave the palace, but turned around, followed the memory and walked on a road of 'returning the same way'.

Zhao Rong walked towards Guanghan Palace alone.

He muttered softly on the way.

"The books in the study will be borrowed later... Well, my lord has left Qian'er and Qingdai behind, and came here to accompany you to act and have a boring meal, but you still ask the little emperor to kneel down. It's a bit outrageous."

Zhao Rong nodded, and touched the two objects in his left sleeve with his right hand.

One is a booklet.

A hidden history book from the seventh floor of the library.

one left.

It's a silver token...

……

　Thanks for the 5000 coin reward from the good brother "Come for Qingjun"!woo woo woo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)