i have a sword fairy

Chapter 514 Laying the moon and giving it to a beautiful woman

"Mr. Zhao, are you really not coming to our celebration? Your Majesty and Your Majesty are looking forward to your husband very much. If you can't come in person, your Majesty and Your Majesty will regret it very much."

In the camp, Dou Kou brought four Xianyueli girls to Zhao Rong and asked softly.

After going through the ceremony of enshrining Chan at noon, the string girls from Lefang Division became more respectful and cautious towards Zhao Rong.

Even if it is Gong Zheng Cardamom who is under one person in the company and above ten thousand.

The rare auspicious auspiciousness of the two rounds of bright moons is still hanging in the sky outside the tent.

The person who single-handedly created this scene is the young Confucian scholar sitting behind the table in front of him, leisurely flipping through books.

"Take a rest in the afternoon and stop bothering the Queen Mother and Your Majesty."

Zhao Rong shook his head, declined the invitation, turned his head and glanced at the fat baby girl behind Dou Kou, who was at the back of the four string music girls.

The latter really followed behind the sisters with a small face, pretending not to know him.

Seeing him looking curiously at this time, Baby Fat Li'er quietly glared at him.

Zhao Rong laughed, before Doukou noticed the strange color, he looked back, nodded and said:
"Girl Cardamom, all you have to do is celebrate happily, as if I don't exist."

"Also, go back and tell Your Majesty and Your Majesty for me that the grand ceremony is over, and I have completed my duties, and I will leave in a few days. I will bid farewell to Your Majesty and Your Majesty first, and I will not bother you when I leave."

He smiled and clasped his fists.

Cardamom pursed her lips, glanced at him, and nodded, but didn't leave right away.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong was curious, "Madam, do you have anything else to order?"

Cardamom lowered her eyes, raised her hand and waved it back gently.

Baby Feili and the other four daughters retreated obediently.

Zhao Rong winked at Xiao Qian'er who was "seriously" reading the Book of Songs not far from the tent.

The little girl was sneaking a peek at Brother Rong just now, but now she saw him coming and pretended to study hard.

At this moment, receiving his wink, she glanced at the bookish girl in palace attire, then got up, and at the same time took away the Book of Songs in her hand.

I saw little Qian'er in a cute skirt, with one small hand behind her waist and the other holding a book of poems, shaking her little head, as if she was addicted to reciting poems, and walked away.

After cardamom entered the account, most of the time he kept his eyes straight and didn't look around.

But at this time, after Xiaoqian'er passed by her and left, the bookish and majestic girl turned her eyes slightly, and took a look at this cute Ruqun girl who seemed to be Mr. Zhao's concubine, and at the same time, there was the book she was holding upside down... …

Seeing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help but raised his hand and patted his forehead.

You naughty girl, you have held the book upside down, you are reading a hammer with relish...

Little Qian'er didn't know that she accidentally leaked the truth, and also humiliated the old Zhao's family style, and was almost about to be wiped out by Rong'er to clean up the house.

Before leaving the big tent, Qian'er was still crescent, only thinking that her appearance of a talented woman who is obsessed with poetry and books just now must have bluffed the "women outside", and she was very happy...

After everyone left, there were only Zhao Rong and Dou Kou in the tent.

The former opened his mouth, wanting to explain the joke he just made, but Cardamom lowered his eyes, as if nothing had happened, and directly explained his intention:

"I came to disturb Mr. Zhao this time, and my mother asked me...to apologize to you on her behalf."

Zhao Rong recovered his complexion, put down the book in his hand with a chuckle, and looked at the girl in palace costume below.

"I'm so sorry."

Cardamom shook her head, "I don't know much about this, I'm just giving the empress a message."

"My lady said that she misunderstood Mr. Zhao before, so she shouldn't be suspicious and distrust Mr. Zhao. I also ask Mr. Zhao to forgive her... this woman."

Zhao Rong thought about it for a while, and he understood a little bit, but he was busy with the ceremony of enshrining Chan, but it didn't really have to do with Dugu's attitude, and her doubts and misunderstandings didn't affect him.

Right now, hearing the message from Cardamom, the most honorable and stunning widow in Dali lowered his posture so low, he waved his hand and didn't feel embarrassed anymore.

Cardamom still kept her eyes down, and she kept her duty and said:
"Your Majesty also said...the misunderstandings that happened before, I am willing to write off Mr. Zhao, and stop blaming Mr. Zhao. In addition, I also hope that you will not mention it when you are outside, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Rong was startled, and subconsciously wanted to ask if it was about the little toys she hid to pass the time, but he stopped in time.

He glanced at the girl in palace costume who was standing still with downcast eyes, and nodded calmly.

It is estimated that the superiors are the most taboo to expose their privacy in front of their subordinates and lose face.

Especially women.

Who knows how small the mind will be.

Even if he loses face in front of strangers, he can't lose face in front of his subordinates.

Not long after, Cardamom finished conveying Dugu's words, took her leave and left.

Zhao Rong wanted her to help lead the conversation, and told the orphan and widow a few words, but after a pause, he still didn't speak, and let Dougao leave.

"Oh, I told you to stay out of your business, Zhao Ziyu, Zhao Ziyu, do you really want to be Prime Minister Zhao..."

In the empty tent, Zhao Rong patted the edge of the table and laughed at himself.

After Cardamom left, a short while later, a certain little girl who was pretending to chant poems and books returned to the tent.

The young Confucian scholar stood up from the table.

"Let's go, I'm free in the afternoon, I'll take you to find Brother Hui, have a drink, and have a good time."

Xiaoqian'er nodded, and said curiously:
"Brother Rong, you are very optimistic about him, and you want to get in touch with him."

Zhao Rong patted the ashes on the hem of his clothes.

Nodding and shaking his head.

"Yes, and no. I just think this senior brother is very interesting. There should be a lot of stories, and he is a bit like a friend I know. Well, it is Lin Wenruo from Zhongnan Mountain that I told you about."

He took Zhao Qian'er's little hand and led the way out of the big tent. After thinking about it, he explained again.

"I just don't know if he can use the dragon-supporting technique he learned here in Dali to reach Wen Ruo's height in Zhongnan Mountain. I'm looking forward to it..."

Xiao Qian'er looked at him with a slight smile and listened quietly to his speech.She loves to hear everything, um, except when it comes to being a stupid girl.

"Let's go, I promised him to drink and get together a few days ago, but I was busy and kept refusing. The day before yesterday, he sent an old servant to invite me. I'm not here. I went to Jiyue Mountain for inspection... Now it's time to say goodbye. Some time, I have to find this senior brother for a drink."

Little Qian'er: "Oh, fine, listen to you."

Zhao Rong glanced at the distant mountains in the bleak autumn, pursed his lips, and said with a light smile:

"This time there is wine, I don't know if Brother Hui has any stories to tell, haha... By the way, when I come back after drinking, I will take you to another interesting place and save some people."

The young scholar thought of something and added a sentence.

The little girl hugged his arm and tilted her head: "Where? Save someone? Save whom."

Zhao Rong didn't say much.

"Some poor women... go, you will know when you go."

The two walked leisurely and walked away comfortably.

……

Duyou City, Dongcheng.

The four prefectures of Taiqing.

A flying sword handed down from a top company on Wangque Mountain, took advantage of the brisk autumn wind, and arrived quickly.

In Nanci Jingshe, by the west window of a boudoir in an elegant courtyard, there is a beautiful woman with autumn eyes looking through the autumn water.

……

Concubine Zhao Ling woke up at the window again.

She tilted her head slightly, stared out of the window in a daze for a while, her pupils were slightly out of focus, and she wandered unconsciously.

The afternoon breeze is just right.

Break into the woman's boudoir.

Blowing away some of the sleepiness in the corners of her eyes.

Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses, straightened her slender waist immediately, and looked down at the jet-black jade tablet tied to Hao's wrist by a red string.

Hold it in the palm of your hand and feel it.

desolate.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, put her arms on the window sill, supported her fluffy head with black hair, and looked down at the deserted jade tablet for a while.

Just woke up at this time, there are a few pink sleep marks on the cheeks of the beautiful woman with autumn eyes, and there are also a few strands of blue hair on her cheeks.

She stared intently at the black jade tablet in her hand, and Qiu Shui's eyes were all on it.

In the dream just now, I was bullied by that person again.

It was a kite-flying thing when I was a child. For some reason, it was dreamed of again.

She rarely ran happily, flying a tall kite on the green grass, shouting loudly, fly, fly, fly, high.

But he came out in disgust and tugged at her fluffy ponytail, causing her to step on the hem of her skirt and fall.

Although he hugged her from behind and didn't fall down, the kite in her hand flew high forever and never came back.

He coaxed her, saying that the kite flew to the moon, and lived a happy life of eating and drinking spicy food, and told her not to worry about it, let it play for a while, and when he was free, he would take it off with the moon .

Then, she believed it without much hesitation...

"Bad guy, from being bad to big..."

At this moment, in front of the window, Concubine Zhao Ling stared at the jade plaque seriously for a while, but there was still no movement. She suddenly scolded someone softly, then came back to her senses, stretched out her hand to brush off the blue hair on her cheek, revealing that she was slightly bulging. Raised peach gills.

The beautiful woman with autumn eyes who used to be cold and cheerless, now showed a rare look of annoyance.

Some are lovely, but no one sees them.

Concubine Zhao Ling held the jade tablet and put it down, put it down and held it...

I don't take the initiative to knead.

"Don't come back...huh."

She stood up suddenly, raised her haughty chin slightly, turned around and went to the dressing table to tidy up her appearance, and pulled up the waterfall-like long hair that he liked to touch and sniff lightly, coiled it into the dignified hair of a Confucian scholar's wife, and put a pair of hair on her temples. A simple hosta.

The dark jade tablet was hanging by her white hand, Concubine Zhao Ling glanced down at the jade tablet, as if she was resenting a certain husband who had not returned home for so long.

The next moment, Qiong Bi, the beauty with autumn eyes who is the peerless arrogance of the Taiqing Mansion, snorted softly, turned around and went downstairs.

However, before leaving Nanci Academy.

A certain woman paused slightly, then turned around, walked towards the lady's office by the door, and seemed to be casually checking the mail...

The mailbox was still full, with letters of all kinds, but in her eyes it was still empty.

Not long after, the jade plaque in his hand was thrown by a certain woman again, wanting to throw it away.

However, Mo Yu, who was raised for someone, was firmly tied to her wrist by a red string, how could she get rid of it.

A moment later, a certain white slender hand quietly reached back and grabbed the jade tablet into the palm of it.

……

Concubine Zhao Ling was fine this afternoon.

At her height, there are almost no restrictions in the mansion. You can do whatever you want in class or practice. The teachers don't interfere anymore, just encourage her to be self-willed. up.

In the afternoon, I came to Xiaoyaofu to take a special class. She came to the class, and the others listened obediently.

This is a class entrusted by Senior Yue, the head of Xiaoyao Mansion, to help with the class a few days ago.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling was sitting at the head of the hall coldly and indifferently, her Qianchang fingers lightly tapped on the bronze armrest, and under her sleeve, with the other hand, she tossed and grasped a black jade plaque, grasped and tossed it again and again. ,Kill time.

She glanced at a group of young but energetic girls and boys standing in the hall below.

It's just that under Concubine Zhao Ling's aura, and being swept away by her occasional glances, the expressions of these energetic juniors and younger sisters who have just entered the mansion are a little cautious and evasive, with the arrogance of not entering the hall again.

These are the most outstanding batch of students from the latest Xiaoyao Mansion, who appeared in a short period of time.

Speaking of it, this can be regarded as an old tradition in the four prefectures of the Taiqing Dynasty.

In each mansion, the most outstanding senior sister or brother of the previous school students will be sent to give a class to the most talented group of new school students.

The content of the class is very simple, you can even sit and not speak.

As long as they can sharpen their arrogance and vigor.

Right now, Concubine Zhao Ling, who has always been solitary and low-key, still hasn't escaped this boring job.

He was kindly arranged by the older senior with a smile.

Even apart from the Xiaoyao Mansion, the other mansions heard that Concubine Zhao Ling was going to attend this special class, and even sent the newly-promoted talented mansion students from their own mansions to come and attend the first class of 'Senior Sister Zhao' together. .

Most of the students who are not qualified to come here are envious, while the few top students who come to class are proud and cautious.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling, who was sitting quietly at the head of the main hall, did not know that she had become the goddess and senior sister in the hearts of the new juniors and juniors, she was beautiful and evil.

I don't know the complicated thoughts in the hearts of the younger brothers and sisters below.

Even if they knew it, it would probably be a soft sound, carelessly.

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

The crisp sound of a slender finger tapping the bronze handrail resounded again and again in the silent hall.

At the same time, it struck the hearts of all the talented students in the hall, and it seemed to fit the rhythm of the beating heart, causing many people to hold their breath involuntarily.

It was as if the heart was pinched by the indifferent and silent goddess senior sister above with a strange supernatural power.

She lowered her eyes coldly and remained silent.

However, below, a certain depressive atmosphere gradually permeated the Hall of Silence...

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PS: Thanks to the "book friend 20170429160217484" brother for giving us another reward!
Xiao Rong's Mid-Autumn Festival moon cakes have fallen, ahem.

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