i have a sword fairy

Chapter 513 The song ends and people part, Qing Jun's family letter (refresh, read~)

At this time, on the way to Jiyue Mountain.

Sensing that Zhao Rong seemed to be about to start 'speaking a few words' again, he said 'ummm' twice, trying to be perfunctory.

Zhao Rong didn't seem to care, he was quiet for a moment, staring at the front, and said seriously:

"I can help him partiality."

Paused for a moment.

"But it can only be icing on the cake, not sending carbon in the snow. This is the bottom line."

"So, I was thinking that if I carefully organize this grand ceremony, after completing the two ceremonies of communicating with heaven and earth, I can let the spiritual Dao of Heaven cast its eyes on this place, and take a serious look at this human boy who is less than ten years old. King, give even a so-so auspicious response..."

The young Confucian scholar nodded, "Then I will be able to read through this stove, and throw it into the lake without hesitation."

Gui thought for a while, "Oh? Then if Tiandao doesn't like that stupid little emperor, thinks he has no future prospects, and his reaction is unremarkable, what should you do? Don't throw Ting Ni's purple gold furnace into it? Even if it's just A little effort, by the way?"

Zhao Rong looked at the mountain road ahead as usual, and nodded flatly, "Of course he doesn't have this life, and my husband can't help him."

Say goodbye, don't talk, thought about it again, and shook his head, "I don't understand, and I think it's very hypocritical, but I respect your principles."

Its words changed again, "However, the situation at the Fengchan Grand Ceremony just now seems to be different from what you thought, Zhao Rong, what do you think?"

The young Confucian scholar smiled and looked up at the first bright moon with a smile on his face.

"Of course I'm happy."

He smiled brighter and brighter:
"I didn't expect such a big auspicious auspiciousness to come directly this time. It is almost a legendary god descending from the ground here."

"It must be that Tiandao saw this interesting young man and saw some future that we don't know... Besides, ahem, Tiandao has given me, Mr. Zhao, this round of moon, which directly helped me to shock Meng Zhengjun and the audience. away from people."

Speaking of which, Zhao Rong glanced at the top of the mountain and put it down, shook his head and sighed with a smile:
"But this time I was so happy that I felt a little helpless. I didn't consider this possibility in advance. I had too many thoughts at the end of the Fengchan ceremony just now. I forgot to stop Wangque for a while, and I still made a mistake and asked him to continue throwing the Tingni Purple Gold Stove. go down."

"The auspiciousness of the first round of the bright moon has already made this Fengchan ceremony a complete victory... Throwing the stove in again will only trouble me, Mr. Zhao, who likes icing on the cake and troubles things first..."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, paused in thought for a moment, and shook his head:
"It's okay, let's stay in Jiyue Mountain for one more day, and when there are few people, we will find a way to fish up the stove and sword pills...and also finish the other small things by the way...I will find a reason to give it to brother Yiwu in the afternoon They will follow Meng Zhengjun back first."

After the young Confucian scholar spoke, he seemed to be talking to himself and arranged the itinerary.

Gui Jingjing listened for a while, then suddenly chuckled: "Oh, you are really there, Zhao Rong. Most people in the world try their best to send charcoal to others, but in the end you are lucky, thinking how to give that little girl The emperor went to add icing on the cake."

Jian Ling's tone was playful and smiling, but he didn't know what his attitude was.

Zhao Rong didn't answer, his expression was calm.

In a few moments, when Zhao Rong passed the checkpoint at the foot of the mountain unimpeded and was about to enter the camp in the wilderness.

Gui Hu said: "Not long ago, when Feng Chan just ended, the one you could see on the top of the mountain... um, did a lot of light golden dragon energy suddenly surge out from the strange cauldron and land on Li Wangque? was absorbed by him?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, his face remained unchanged, and hummed lightly.

I didn't even ask Gui how it knew about this.

Sword Spirit was a little upset, and even concealed it as an outsider:

"Why didn't you say it at the time? Such a good opportunity, a rare and rare opportunity at the foot of the mountain, why don't you take a bite of the gift of luck and dragon energy? I need to teach you such a good thing? How much can you absorb! "

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the feedback from the Heavenly Dao to the little emperor. Why should I steal his dragon energy? Besides... I don't have much shortage, right..."

When the words fell, he stopped chatting and returned to the camp.

So, a certain sword spirit sighed as if he met someone unkind.

……

In the afternoon, on the wasteland under Jiyue Mountain.

The grand celebration was held as scheduled.

It's just that the people who made the arrangements this time were no longer students like Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu.

Hosted by the Dugu family, it started under the arrangement of the women who left the moon.

Thousands of people who came to Jiyue Mountain to observe Fengchan participated in the celebration lively.

Meng Zhengjun, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other members of Linlu Academy declined Dugu Chanyi's warm invitation and prepared to leave for the academy.

Zhao Rong found a passable excuse and didn't go back with Meng Zhengjun's large army.

If this was placed before the ceremony of enshrining Chan, Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong's "teacher-student harmony" relationship, Zhao Rong would probably be directly labeled as undisciplined by Meng Zhengjun, frowning and scolding.

But at this time, after Zhao Rong asked him to stay for a while and return tomorrow with a chuckle, Meng Zhengjun looked at him quietly for a while, then looked away, and said softly, "Go back to the academy early so as not to delay the big exam." Yi Wu and other students couldn't help but stare at him strangely, this old-fashioned lady turned around and left.

Gu Yiwu and other students blinked and watched Meng Zhengjun's back go away.

They turned their heads and couldn't help giving Zhao Rong a thumbs up.

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly and said nothing.

Since the Fengchan Grand Ceremony at noon not long ago, this Xueguan Xuezheng, who used to dislike him and used rules to suppress him when he likes nothing, seems to have undergone some kind of 180-degree change, and his attitude towards Zhao Rong has begun to change. getting weird...

Zhao Rong looked away from the back of the distant female gentleman, shook his head and remained silent.

At least for now, it seems that her change of attitude is not harmful to him, but he doesn't know how to get along in the academy in the future...

Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall also wanted to stay with Zhao Rong and go back with him later.

They only said that if they came down the mountain together to Dali, they would also go back up the mountain together.

Zhao Rong felt warm in his heart.

After experiencing this trip of great separation and the test of Feng Chan, the relationship between them has already been unknowingly, a step closer.

Even Zhao Rong felt that he was more familiar with the students of Zhengyi Hall than most of the students in his own Willful Hall.

After all, everyone is sharing weal and woe, and it is the age of a classmate who is just a boy.

The students of Zhengyi Hall treated him the same way, they were friendly and familiar, and they all started calling him "Brother Zhao".

It is no longer "Mr. Zhao Xiao", a title left over from the calligraphy class, although respectful but a bit polite.

Faced with the proposals of Gu Yiwu and other friends, Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

He stayed for a long time because he had some things to deal with, and it would be inconvenient if there were too many people.

When Gu Yiwu and other students saw this, they didn't force it anymore. After saying goodbye affectionately, they went out to find Mr. Meng together, and then went back to the academy first.

After two sticks of incense.

Zhao Rong stood quietly in the autumn wind, watching everyone go away.

He patted the fallen leaves on his shoulder, looked at the empty surroundings, and after a while, turned and returned to the camp.

As soon as the curtain was lifted to enter the tent, Xiaoqian'er's crisp and lively voice came.

"Brother Ronger, when are we going back? By the way, Miss just wrote!"

Zhao Rong was stunned, then rejoiced, and stepped forward quickly.

Stretch out your hand.

"Girl, where is the letter, take it out quickly."

Xiao Qian'er had her hands behind her back, as if she was hiding something, she tilted her head and smiled slightly.

"Brother Rong, guess what the lady wrote."

Zhao Rong glanced at her, pretended to be angry and said with a straight face: "Written for me, you opened it?"

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and began to look forward to it. Looking at the little girl's appearance, the family letter should be a normal thing, not a report of worry.

"I'm not an outsider so I can't see it! Hmph, you and Miss really thought about the possibility of a two-person world, no, no, no, don't try to pull me down."

Little Qian'er pursed her pink lips and waved her small fists to fight against the legitimate rights and interests of her childhood sweetheart and second wife, but in the end she leaked the letter she was holding in her little hand.

"Bring it to you."

Zhao Rong snatched it quickly with his eyes and hands, looked at the little girl who was staring wide-eyed, and couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her crooked little head.

"You can't touch your head, you'll grow short like Xiaoyuenu!"

Zhao Qian'er twisted her small body to avoid it, her small face annoyed him ferociously, threatening, and seemed to open her mouth to bite him in the next second.

Kind of cute.

Zhao Rong kept moving, rubbing and rubbing happily with a smile on his face.

"You... okay, I know you don't have me in your heart, and you don't care about your height! From now on... from now on, the cafeteria will not let you rub it."

Little Qian'er blushed, and touched Zhao Rong's big hand with her rubbed head.

Zhao Rong couldn't hold back his joy, and following her strength, he tightly embraced this cute girl who dared to say anything.

While hugging the little beauty who was twisting her waist to 'resist', he freed his hands to open the envelope and unfold the pale pink paper raft.

A line of elegant characters somewhat similar to his calligraphy caught the eye.

It's Qingjun's handwriting, and I like to copy him.

Zhao Rong said something softly in his heart, then fixed his eyes and took a closer look.

The next second, he couldn't help laughing while bowing his head.

Looking up to the north, I looked at the cloudless sky on a sunny day.

He lowered his head and recited the letter several times.

The corners of the lips of the young Confucian scholar couldn't help raising the most curved arc.

Xiao Qian'er, who had peeked at the content a long time ago, also secretly smiled when she saw this.

Brother Rong'er is good, miss is good, then she will be good too, the three of them live in peace of mind, the years are quiet and peaceful, we can't hide our longing and admiration, let each other know, this is the most important thing in the world.

However, the little girl wanted to maintain the face of the second lady, so she still had a pretty face sullenly. At this time, she leaned on his arms and stood on tiptoe, glanced at the letter, and read crisply:

"Don't let me see what Miss wrote..."

"The autumn wind is blowing, and Yibei is going up, and the clouds are broken for three thousand miles... Hey, it's gone, just three sentences? Brother Rong, what does this mean?"

The little girl looked up at him solemnly, asking questions knowingly.

Zhao Rong read it several times carefully, reading every word, and then carefully put away the paper raft, with a happy smile on his lips.

"What else do you mean, let's return to the north early."

He shook his head and said with a smile: "The strong wind is easy to take advantage of. The ferry boat boards the Qingyun, goes northward with the wind, and breaks the sea of ​​clouds for three thousand miles... Cough cough, I didn't expect my Qingjun to have such a literary talent."

Zhao Rong knew that the most touching thing about this sentence was not the literary conception, but the expression of true feelings.

When the autumn wind blows, it is better to go north, and the clouds are broken for three thousand miles.

There are only a few words, but they are sincere and nuanced.

Zhao Rong glanced out the window at the cloudless and clear sky.

By the way, what is Qingjun doing now?
There is not a single word in the sentence on the letter that expresses the emotion of missing, and there is nothing to say that I miss him and tell him to come back quickly.

However, Qingjun's eagerness to look forward to his early return overflowed the paper raft.

And if it's just euphemistic expression and expressing emotion, it's just a common technique in poetry.

What moved Zhao Rong the most was the "shit doesn't make sense" in this sentence. When I read it for the first time, I felt that the brushstrokes were immature and unflattering, and there was a deliberate intention to imitate.

However, it was this kind of feeling that he could clearly feel, Qing Jun's hard work and clumsiness, that moved people's hearts the most.

Twelve words on paper, plain and warm, especially affectionate.

She really missed him, and when she wrote a letter to him, she had to think hard for a long time before writing carefully, and tried her best to write a sentence with literary talent that would make him appreciate and be happy...

At this moment, Zhao Rong could even imagine Qingjun biting the pen holder, squinting his eyes and tilting his head clumsily when he wrote this letter from home. I don't know how long he thought about it...

As for why he knew all this just now, he also praised Qingjun as a talented woman...

Cough cough, isn't this nonsense, if you don't flatter the lady, do you want to go to heaven?
When Zhao Rong was in a daze, Zhao Qian'er hugged his waist, and with an index finger painted with the red Koudan that he likes to bite, she tapped her pink lips.

"Well, I get it, it's a bit like Brother Rong's old saying of 'the flowers on the Moshang are blooming and returning slowly', miss, this is 'the autumn wind is blowing and the king is returning to the north'..."

Zhao Rong smiled, then restrained his expression, turned his head to the blinking little Qian'er and said solemnly:

"Sure enough, my ears are smoky and my eyes are dyed. I am close to Zhu Zhechi. Qingjun is eager to learn, and I am close to my husband. Now I am almost a talented woman. Look at you. You know how to eat and drink all day long, and then you buy clothes. Hey, you are too prodigal. "

"........."

Little Qian'er stared at this wicked villain with peachy eyes, and punched him in the chest and said:
"You...how can you be innocent? I have read the Book of Songs seriously, but you are busy all day long, and you find excuses to leave Qian'er in your spare time. You remember Qian'er when you are hungry, and when you need to change clothes in the shower. Remember Qian'er, remember Qian'er when you want to bully others... remember Qian'er when you are about to go to bed at night...it's all the work of the little maid in the house, you feel your conscience, how can I get close to Zhu Zhechi!"

Zhao Rong: "..."

"Ahem, is that an exaggeration?" He shyly pinched her cheek.

"Woo, if you still pinch, I'll bite you to death!"

Xiaoqian'er pursed her mouth in aggrieved manner, and wanted to bite his finger angrily.

Zhao Rong shrank his hands, hugged her tightly in the next second, and discussed softly in her ear:
"All right, all right, it's all Ronger's fault, I'll listen to you, and let my scumbag second lady become a talented woman, just like Qingjun, if I miss you in the future, please write euphemistic and moving sentences and send them to me. I will go back honestly..."

"Well, I'm going to drink with my elder brother Zhulin later, it's parting, you go with me, ahem, let's get acquainted with the gentlemen, you have to be obedient and obedient, it's not allowed in other people's house Playing petty temper, Brother Hui is very serious and abides by the rules."

Not long ago, the man who faced two bright moons on the top of Jiyue Mountain and worshiped with thousands of people without changing his face had a soft voice at this time.

As gentle as jade.

"Yeah, I know, Brother Rong, you're not at home, don't you worry about outsiders, I... I listen to you, and I only listen to you, don't be naughty."

Xiao Qian'er nodded, put her arms around his bear waist, her cheek pressed against her chest, bit her lip and muttered.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and couldn't help but said: "In front of Qing Dai, you don't seem to say that."

Xiaoqian'er punched his arm weakly, and said fiercely: "You! You still talk! Don't mention her~"

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.

Xiao Qian'er suddenly said: "Then when shall we go back, we still have to wait for Uncle Bai."

She looked up, and saw a pensive look on Brother Rong's thin and resolute face. After a while, she lowered her head and said:
"It's the day after tomorrow. I'll take care of some chores, no later than the day after tomorrow... As for Uncle Bai, he has something to do, so we won't wait..."

"By the way, spread paper and ink for me. I'll send a letter to Qingjun first. You send it for me. Announce that you are safe, and also good news by the way, so that she can feel at ease in the Taiqing Mansion and stop thinking about it..."

Xiaoqian'er was overjoyed immediately, and hopped to the desk to add fragrance to her sweetheart's red sleeves.

Zhao Rong followed to the desk, smiled and rolled up his sleeves to grab a pen...

Soon.

A brand-new family letter, passed on by Feijian, returned to Duyou in the north...

(End of this chapter)