i have a sword fairy

Chapter 488 Letter from the Su family, Li Bai resigns

"Brother Rong, why does the queen mother keep crying about her family, what does it mean to be sad about her family?"

On the way back, little Qian'er turned into a curious baby.

Zhao Rong took the trouble, turned his head and said patiently:
"It is the self-proclaimed name of the widowed queen mother or empress. Their emperor's husband died, and they called themselves Aijia in order to express their extremely sad condolences."

"So it's so... sad and mourning..."

Little Qian'er suddenly realized, and thought: "Brother Rong'er, if you accidentally disappear when you turn around, and leave Miss and me behind, then do we have to call ourselves Aijia?"

Zhao Rong: "...???"

Good guy, it's up to you to send me away with a single sentence.

The air was quiet for a moment.

"Yes, but not necessary."

A certain young Confucian scholar nodded, and the next second he jumped on it, as if he was a rabbit.

The little girl twisted her waist and dodged like a loach.

She blinked her big innocent eyes, "Brother Wu Ronger, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" The young Confucian scholar smiled and nodded solemnly, "Of course...you."

"Hate it! Don't... don't come here, someone... ah!"

Zhao Rong smiled and grabbed her.

Little Qian'er ran away~

……

Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er fought for a while.

A certain little girl no longer dared to call herself Aijia.

The two childhood sweethearts soon held hands with you and me.

when they rode back.

Li Bai was holding his sword, leaning against the door of the carriage, trimming his nails with the file in his hand.

"Uncle Bai."

The two greeted each other, passed by him, rolled back the curtain, and entered the carriage.

The curtains were tied up, not lowered, letting in the wind.

In the car, Su Qingdai in a black dress with long hair like a waterfall is sitting on the seat, her delicate little finger is slightly raised, holding a yellow envelope.

She spread out a piece of letter paper with her slender hands, and was looking down carefully.

The corners of the lips are slightly curved.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er entered.

"Tzuyu."

Hearing the former coming in, Su Qingdai kept her eyes on the letter paper, and called out with a smile.

"Whose letter is so happy? From home?"

Zhao Rong smiled and sat on her left.

Xiaoqian'er glanced at Su Qingdai, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, clasped his five fingers with her snow-white hands habitually.

The little girl sat on Zhao Rong's left.

"Well, it's a letter from my father."

Su Qingdai happily took Zhao Rong's arm, held the letter in both hands, and presented it in front of her husband-to-be, looking at him with bright eyes, her beautiful eyes bent into crescent moons.

Zhao Rong smiled, stretched out his hand to take it, and started to look at it carefully.

The two girls sit next to the young Confucian scholar

While he was looking at each other, the two girls glanced at each other quickly, as if they had glanced at each other unintentionally, and after passing their eyes, they stopped looking at each other.

Zhao Rong didn't see the secret battle between the two women in the family, even if he saw it, he just pretended he didn't see it.

His mind was on the letter.

This is a family letter sent to Su Qingdai by the Su family of Nanxing County. Judging from the style of writing, it should be written by that old man Su.

Well, it should be regarded as Zhao Rong's cheap father-in-law.

But right now, he hasn't given the title to Fairy Su who followed him wholeheartedly.

Although Zhao Rong didn't mention the name for a while.

But he did not forget.

And Su Qingdai also seems very sensible, she has never urged Zhao Rong, and even these days, she has never mentioned a word about these things.

Zhao Rong couldn't help feeling pity and love when he thought of it.

He likes girls who are well-behaved and smart.

Well, it’s okay to be stupid, but you must be obedient and sensible...

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced at the letter paper.

At the beginning of Su's family letter, the old man greeted Su Qingdai, the most outstanding daughter of the Su family, and then mentioned Zhao Rong at length.

This cheap father-in-law seems to be very clear about his affairs, and the letter also exaggerates Zhao Rong, and is very satisfied with this son-in-law, telling Su Qingdai not to forget Su's family traditions and ethics, abide by the women's commandments and women's virtues, and serve her husband well .

Zhao Rong read half a page of praise for him, and smiled embarrassedly.

It can be seen that this old father-in-law should be loyal to the emperor and patriotic. Between the lines, he praised Zhao Rong for being close to the little emperor, and for helping the little emperor and the queen mother to enshrine Zen.

An old bone seems to be eager to rush over from Nanxing County immediately, and have a hearty drink with the satisfied son-in-law...

That's right, if this old man hadn't had such a temper, he probably wouldn't have taken the huge Su family to take such a big risk, went to the three counties in the west to investigate behind enemy lines, and was all arrested and detained by Zhou Dufu... Zhao Rong shook his head in his heart and said.

However, the letter also vaguely mentioned the matter of identity, so that Zhao Rong and Su Qingdai can make a decision as soon as possible, get married as soon as possible and then... ahem, bring a few more fat grandchildren to the Su family.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Also, human nature.

On both sides of him, the two daughters, who were always paying attention to Zhao Rong's sight and expression, also noticed this.

Inside the car, the black-haired stunning woman in a black dress lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed like a sunset glow.

Little Qian'er narrowed her peachy eyes, and muttered, "This old man Su is really dishonest, and so is the daughter he raised."

Zhao Rong continued to look down.

The rest of the letter probably said that Mr. Su really wanted to come to Jiyue Mountain to observe his son-in-law's Zen ceremony, and to witness that the little emperor was recognized and blessed by the heroic souls of the Lidi ancestors...

However, the old man had a tendency to relapse recently, so the members of the Su clan tried to persuade him.

The old man's letters and words are regretful...

There was a moment of silence in the carriage.

The young Confucian scholar looked focused and finished reading the letter silently.

He raised his head and said softly:

"If I remember correctly, Qing Dai seems to have said that father-in-law has already lived to be seventy years old, and he has old illnesses at such a rare age, so it's really not easy to run around too much."

The word "Yue Zhang" made Su Qingdai feel elated, and nodded with a smile on her face.

"Yeah! I think so too."

Xiao Qian'er snorted softly, narrowed her eyes and thought about Miss's words, she glanced at a certain beautiful fairy who was delighted.

He hugged Brother Rong'er's arm obediently, clasped his fingers tightly, and did not speak.

The young Confucian scholar carefully folded the letter paper in his hand, stuffed it back into the envelope, and said: "Qing Dai, let's write a letter to Yue Zhang, let him stay at home to recuperate, and when the grand ceremony is over, well, I will take you back to visit when I have time. "

"Okay, Tzuyu, I'll listen to you."

Su Qingdai nodded vigorously, with bright eyes and a bright smile.

Zhao Rong squinted at the sky outside, thought for a while, and turned his head to say something to her, but closed his mouth again.

Su Qingdai looked at his complexion, and asked in a low voice, "Ziyu, what's the matter, tell me."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

At this moment, the man holding a sword who was acting as a coachman driving the carriage outside blew his nails, glanced at him, and nodded with satisfaction.

He clapped his hands and glanced at the direction in which the huge team was heading.

The mountains in the distance rise one after another, and you can see the outline of a magnificent mountain...

The man holding the sword muttered silently: "It's really here in Fengchan... As expected of them, it's their stronghold, and the trend is all between her five fingers..."

Li Bai withdrew his gaze and tightened the sword in his arms.

Suddenly he called out: "Boy Zhao."

He didn't look at Zhao Rong and the three chatting in the carriage behind him, "Are you free? Tell me something."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong stuffed the envelope back into Su Qingdai's hand and nodded.

"What's the matter, Uncle Bai?"

The man holding the sword stretched out his hand and pointed outside.

Xiaoqian'er stepped forward tacitly and took over the driver's position.

Li Bai jumped off the carriage, Zhao Rong got up and bent over, left the carriage, jumped down, and followed him.

The second daughter didn't follow up ignorantly.

They watched the backs of the two who wanted to chat privately go away.

……

"Uncle Bai, you mean that after I finish holding the Feng Chan, you have to take a step ahead and deal with the business of our Duke's Mansion?"

The young Confucian scholar and the man holding the sword walked along the official road on foot, without obstructing the carriage team behind.

The two gradually fell behind and reached the rear of the team.

"Well, there are some urgent matters to deal with. After you seal the Chan, I have to take a step first."

"Um, so urgent? When I took Qian'er back to Duyou two days ago, you stayed here, didn't you go and finish your work?"

The man holding the sword directly confessed: "Oh, I went to drink a few days ago and visited Hanjing all over. Don't you know?"

He thought for a while, and said with a serious face: "I went back the evening before yesterday. Didn't I bring you two lamb kidneys? I bought this from the oldest restaurant in Hanjing, damn it , two servings of lamb kidneys are almost worth a pot of top-quality Nurhong."

Young Confucian scholar: "..."

The air quieted down.

"No, why did you bring me the lamb's kidney?" Zhao Rong's head was full of black lines, and he couldn't help complaining.

The man holding the sword did not speak, but rolled his eyes and looked at him.

Zhao Rong: "???"

Seeing this, Li Bai sighed, "Oh, it's hard for me to come out. I'm not as annoying as that old guy Zhao Kun, so why don't I hurry up and enjoy it?"

Zhao Rong had no choice but to cough: "Uncle Bai, you have to quit drinking, or you will easily miss things in the future. Well, that's fine, if you have something to do, just take a step first, and I will return with Qian'er and Brother Yiwu. "

The alcoholic man crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly.

He rubbed his chin with his hand and said thoughtfully: "But I'm afraid something will happen to you, the miss told me to protect you well, well, Miss Liu is only your son, hey, I have to take care of you."

The corner of the young scholar's mouth twitched, and he said expressionlessly, "Don't call me mother."

The man shook his head, "My relationship with your kid's parents is not bad. What's the matter with the old girl who screams? You just like to meddle in other people's business. Why didn't you run out of your mother's womb to protest when you screamed?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer, nodded lightly, and said calmly: "Oh, then do you know where my father is? He is still...is there? My mother didn't mention this to me before she died."

"How do I know this? Both your mother and I are the enshrined servants of the Duke's Fourth Household, as well as Zhao Kun. We have stayed in the Duke's Mansion these years, and you know it. Your father didn't stay in the Duke's Mansion for long. As soon as your kid was born, he left."

Li Bai muttered, lowered his head, took out a jug of wine, and took a shallow sip.

"I don't know why I went there. Could it be that I followed his ass? These are the affairs of your mother and your father."

Zhao Rong looked into the man's eyes.

The two looked at each other for a while.

The man holding the sword pouted his mouth, sipped the strongest drink in Hanjing, took a big breath, and said:

"Well, I was quite curious before, and I asked your mother, but didn't your mother say that your father returned to the hometown of Nanxiaoyaozhou? And these, didn't you tell you?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, "I said it, it's just been so many years... that person has never heard from him, and he hasn't sent a single word to Da Chu, and I don't know if he is still in his hometown in South Xiaoyaozhou, or... Something happened on the way."

His tone was slightly low.

Xuanhuang Jiuzhou is very big. In this era, no matter if you are a monk or a mortal, once you go far away, it is very likely that you will be far away from each other, and it is difficult to see each other again.

Because the chariots and horses are very slow, even the cloud sea ferry that the monks ride is slow as scolding in front of the vast Nine Continents.

Only mythical monsters like the legendary Kunpeng can roam the Nine Continents at ease...

Besides, on the road, who knows what accidents will happen.

What if you pass through some dynasties in chaos and chaos, or the fairy mountains and blessed land where immortal families with grievances and blood feuds get together, and get involved...

This is true in Wangque Continent, the smallest of the nine continents, not to mention the distance across continents.

"Oh, then I don't know."

The man holding the sword calmly shook his head.

The young scholar was silent for a while.

Li Bai laughed suddenly: "If you can't let it go, you boy will go to the hometown of Nanxiaoyaozhou some other day, and just go find that guy."

The man threw the flagon in his hand forward, and the young Confucian scholar took it, slightly stunned.

"A man of seven feet, don't be a mother-in-law. When a man is young, don't be stingy with the breath in his chest. Whatever you want to do, whoever you want to meet, just do it boldly and meet."

Zhao Rong took three breaths in silence, then suddenly raised his head and drank a big gulp of strong wine.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, smiled, suppressed the choking sensation in his throat, and nodded vigorously.

Afterwards, the two returned to the original topic.

"Uncle Bai, you have something urgent to do in our business, so go ahead. I'm fine, the Zen meditation is over by then, and if nothing happens, I will go back with Meng Xuezheng from the academy."

Li Bai stroked his chin, squinted his eyes and said nothing, as if thinking.

Zhao Rong chuckled, "Although it's a bit contradictory, she is also a Mr. Linlu Academy after all, and everyone in the academy will abide by certain default principles... Besides, Xiaoqian'er will also follow me, don't worry. .”

The man holding the sword thought for a while, then nodded,

"Well, that's fine. After the matter is settled, I'll go back and find you immediately."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange crowd behind the team.

"Hey, what is this?"

Zhao Rong turned around.

I saw a rather strange huge team behind.

A group of heavily guarded imperial guards pulled a... huge dragon coffin, surrounded by solemn sacrificial vessels and snow-white onyx.

There are a large number of strange people carrying the coffin.

The atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

Zhao Rong glanced over earnestly, and somewhere on the edge of the coffin-carrying crowd, he paused.

He saw a familiar figure.

"Brother Hui?"

The young Confucian scholar was slightly puzzled, and walked forward with his sleeves folded.

Li Bai glanced at the dragon coffin.

He turned around and followed Zhao Rong quietly.

A thin man was wearing a washed-up white uniform, and was riding a thin horse at the moment.

He was not alone, and there were two old carriages behind him.

There should be family members in a carriage.

The carriage curtain was being thrown open.

Zhao Rong took a look, and there was a middle-aged woman in simple clothes with a normal face.

Like that woman from the folk family, she is not at all like the imperial wife of an official above the fifth rank.

The woman was accompanied by a boy of about seven or eight years old, who looked immature and dull.

The boy is reading with his head down.

In another carriage, loaded with luggage and belongings, sat four old servants.

Some of these old servants were lame, some were blind, and most of their faces were disfigured, which was horrible, as if they had experienced a fire... Looking at them, they should be servants with miserable life experiences.

In front of the two carriages, the thin censor from Siqi Academy looked solemn as always, riding on the back of a thin horse, leading the way silently.

With two carriages closely followed the grand team carrying the dragon coffin.

Zhang Huizhi straightened his waist and looked ahead.

Zhao Rong led Li Bai to walk in the opposite direction, looking at the strangely matched team behind him.

After approaching, he said with a smile:
"Brother Hui, why are you here too, with... luggage and family?"

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