i have a sword fairy

Chapter 519 The Third Letter from Dali

The second daughter, who had just left the Xinyi Pavilion and hadn't fully walked away, stopped and looked back.

"What's the matter?"

Concubine Zhao Ling said softly, and looked at the person curiously.

It was not long ago that she tipped the sycophant in charge.

The flattering steward smiled and said:
"Fairy Zhao, you just left, and a small batch of flying swords entered the station on the back foot. This is the last time to rush Feijian together today, and one of them happened to be addressed to a letter with your name on it. Ha, what a coincidence ...I was supposed to notify you tomorrow to pick it up, but seeing that you didn't go far away, the villain immediately came after you to notify you to save trouble tomorrow."

"And my letter?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little curious, and couldn't help but ask after thinking about it: "Excuse me... where did you send it from?"

The flattering steward looked a little embarrassed, looked around, and after a while, he still raised his hand to cover his mouth, and whispered:
"I couldn't say it casually at first... The villain looked at it at the time, and it seemed to be Dali's side."

"Oh, thank you."

Concubine Zhao Ling was slightly startled, she turned her head and looked at the curious little fox demon next to her, thanked the steward, and casually threw away two green clam coins.

"My husband also said that I am a prodigal girl... I don't know what to say together, why send it twice... Explain the bragging?"

Zhao Lingfei laughed and shook her head, and brought Su Xiaoxiao back to Xinyi Pavilion.

After a stick of incense.

In Xinge Hall, in front of the third table on the right.

After another signature procedure, Concubine Zhao Ling received another secret box of vermilion lacquer.

She raised her eyes first, and couldn't help but glance at her and Su Xiaoxiao's cold-faced female officer who was looking at her strangely.

Then Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head slightly, this time without waiting for Su Xiaoxiao's enthusiastic suggestion, she directly opened the secret box.

He took out a thin sheet of letter paper.

Spread out the letter paper that was sent from the foot of Jiyue Mountain one whole afternoon later than the first letter, but arrived here almost at the same time.

Zhao Lingfei looked down with a smile on her lips.

The letter contained only a short and illegible paragraph...

At this moment, the lively hall suddenly fell silent.

Female officer, steward, house student...

Everyone and everything stands still.

It's not that I don't want to move, but that I can't move.

A purple sword hung quietly above everyone's heads.

In the hall where time and space are frozen.

The atmosphere was eerie and dead silent.

Not a trace of anger.

The air took on a lavender tinge, reflected by the orange-red sunset falling through the window.

It was a bit dreamy for a while.

And just when everyone in the hall was deeply horrified.

In the corner of the hall, a woman with autumn eyes still had a smile on her mouth, her body was shaking uncontrollably.

Under her feet, today's third letter from Dali slipped into her hands at some unknown time.

Lying quietly.

Another moment.

The swords worn by the waists of all the students in the hall, the silver swords of messengers on the second floor of Xinge, and the jade swords of emergency letters on the top floor...

They all hang quietly in the air.

A certain little fox demon with wide-eyed eyes gradually became frightened and fell on the cold floor.

She is the only person who can move in the hall at this time, and she is holding out her hand in fear with a small face.

He touched the letter at the trembling woman's feet beside him...

This evening.

Wangque Taiqing Mansion was overwhelmed by countless sad sword chants.

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……

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"Brother Rong, what are you laughing at?"

On the road in the forest, Zhao Qian'er tilted her head to look at Zhao Rong for a while, and said curiously.

She had just helped him send a family letter to the miss, and when she came back, she found Brother Rong, who was waiting quietly for her, with the corners of his mouth curled up, looking at her for a while, and the distant mountains for a while.

The mood seems to be very good.

Could it be that during the time she just left, what did he do quietly?

The little girl muttered.

Right now, she is following Brother Rong'er to the residence of his friend Zhang Huizhi.

Although Xiaoqian'er is not very interested in drinking and chatting among Confucian scholars, but she can get rid of Su maid and let Rong'er bring her alone. The unknown maid has gained power there.

But at this time, seeing Brother Rong'er smiling inexplicably and continuing to look at the distant mountains without saying a word, Xiao Qian'er was still a little suspicious.

She pursed her mouth slightly, "Brother Rong, did you do something to be sorry for me again, or did you say that you will bully others later, and came up with a new bad idea?"

The little girl who was growing up and becoming more slender and pretty could not wait to poke her head into the heart of her sweetheart to have a look.

See what he's thinking about all the time.

It's a pity that I can't find it.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Why do you use the word 'again'?

Also, you stinky girl, obviously a little girl, can you not show such a sad woman's appearance and tone, as if you have been deceived by the world's most heartless man...

I don't know where I learned it from.

"Oh, I thought of something happy."

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze from the distant mountain and said with a smile.

"yes."

Xiaoqian'er raised her small face, squinted her peach blossom eyes, looked at her man, then circled around him twice, and suddenly stopped in front of Zhao Rong, stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand and pinched him, and froze with a smile face.

She said seriously like a little adult: "Then you can't just think about those things that you are happy, but my lady and I are not happy."

"........."

Zhao Rong flicked her little hand pinching her face angrily, and said speechlessly, "It's not big or small."

"whee……"

Xiaoqian'er chuckled, covered her mouth for fun, and then held his big hand with two small hands, and started 'swinging', swinging and swinging.

Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, and turned his eyes to the distant mountains.

That is the direction of Duyou.

He just took Xiaoqian'er to send a letter. He gave full play to his time management and traffic management talents. After a lot of trouble, he also sent a 'letter from home' back before she came back.

A certain little fox demon who is prone to cranky thoughts.

"I don't know if I received it or not... By the way, they shouldn't collide, right? Bah, Crow's Mouth..."

The young Confucian scholar muttered something in his heart, then shook his head, let go of his thoughts, and turned to think of ways to bully the "arrogant" little Qian'er...

About half an hour later.

Zhao Rong took Xiaoqian'er to the mountain forest where the imperial mausoleum was located
But he didn't immediately go to the Huangling Waterfall to save people.

Upstream of the Huangling Waterfall, in a forest, Zhao Rong stopped and grabbed Xiaoqian who was about to run around to pick the fruit.

He looked up at the sky.

Estimated the time.

According to the records on the map of the imperial tomb left by the imperial mausoleum craftsmen he rescued before leaving yesterday.

It is not difficult to enter this Dali Imperial Mausoleum.

Although it is difficult for monks in the Tianzhi realm to break into this place, as long as they master the corresponding mechanism skills, they will be able to pass through unimpeded.

It is estimated that this is also the reason why Xue Cang and other string music lovers wanted to kill the craftsmen of the Imperial Tomb as sacrifices.

Before the mausoleum craftsmen left, they wrote down all these mechanism techniques to Zhao Rong.

But they also made a point of emphasizing it.

Due to the secrecy measures of the imperial tomb, entering the imperial tomb not only requires tricks, but also must enter at a specific time.

They are Shenshi during the day and Choushi at midnight.

Before coming here, Zhao Rong carefully read the map twice.

I found that the craftsmen of these imperial tombs wrote in great detail, and even marked the functions and organ layout of some areas of the imperial tomb that he didn't need to go to.

Zhao Rong took a few more curious glances, then looked away.

There are indeed a lot of gold and silver treasures hidden in the stone chambers of the other tombs, but he neither needs these things nor is he interested in robbing the imperial tomb...

So take Qian'er there later, just follow what's written on it,

He nodded, probably having a bottom line in his heart.

In addition...

"But we have to prevent Qian'er from being so curious that she runs around..."

Zhao Rong smiled inwardly.

Look away from the sky.

At this time, there was still some time before Shen Shi in the afternoon, so he was not in a hurry to go to the imperial mausoleum to save people, so he decided to drop by his brother's appointment first.

These are also the two things that Zhao Rong has to do when he goes out. After finishing, he will go back and concentrate on finding ways to make money.

On the riverside upstream of Huangling Waterfall, in a bamboo forest.

It seems vaguely that there is a newly built building.

All the emerald green bamboo huts are very conspicuous in autumn when the bamboo leaves are sparse.

Faint cooking smoke rose from the roof, adding a bit of pyrotechnic atmosphere.

Zhao Rong came here with little Qian'er who was looking around curiously.

Brother Zhang brought his wife, children, and servants to the place where he guarded the spirit of the late Emperor Dali, not far from the upstream of the Huangling Waterfall.

However, Zhao Rong reckoned that they probably didn't know the entrance to the imperial tomb, but only roughly knew the area where the imperial tomb was located.

So settled down here.

Right now, there are about a dozen houses in the bamboo forest.

Among them, at the edge of these buildings, there is a bamboo courtyard that is simply surrounded by low fences.

The courtyard door is half open.

In front of the house was a young Confucian scholar, wearing a long black gown, as if he had bathed and changed in the afternoon, his black hair was scattered behind his shoulders, and was blown up by the breeze from time to time.

He is kneeling and sitting on the couch on the right side of the teahouse in the courtyard, holding a scroll in his left hand and propping his temple with his right hand.

Close your eyes, hang your head slightly, as if sleeping or waking up.

The body swayed gently with the autumn wind.

The tea mist from the teacup next to his hand was drifting across his face.

The young Confucian scholar has a thin face and thin lips, and the resolute arc on his face is like a knife cutting an axe.

"Brother Hui, you will steal half a day's leisure from Fusheng."

Zhao Rong laughed loudly.

The young Confucian scholar slowly opened his eyes and looked calmly.

A young Confucian scholar stopped in front of the courtyard gate with his sleeves rolled up.

looked at him with a smile.

Behind the young Confucian scholar who kept his promise, there was a handsome little girl with a fairy temperament, who never left the former. At this time, she was moving her eyes left and right, observing the surrounding environment, and from time to time, she also looked at him in the courtyard.

Zhang Huizhi looked away from Zhao Qian'er, and looked at Zhao Rong with a clear smile.

"Brother Ziyu, you're here."

He smiled slightly, stood up from the collapsed bed, exhaled lightly, his eyelids were half drooped, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

When he got up, his body wobbled slightly.

There is a trance and calm after a lunch break.

"Of course I want to come, little brother. If you don't come, how will you know that there is Brother Hui, a good place to sneak away in the breeze bamboo forest around Jiyue Mountain. Haha, Brother Hui, would you like to take a sneak break with me?"

Zhao Rong laughed.

Zhang Huizhi nodded slightly, stood in front of the collapse, cupped his fists at the young Confucian scholar outside the courtyard, and saluted.

"Brother Ziyu, please come in, I can't wait to ask for it."

Only then did Zhao Rong grab the hem of the Confucian shirt, stepped over the threshold, brought Zhao Qian'er Shi Ran into the hospital, and came to the teahouse.

"Your Majesty didn't send someone to invite the brothers to attend the celebration ceremony?"

Zhang Huizhi shook his head, "I am a minister, guarding the mausoleum of the late emperor on behalf of your Majesty and the Queen Mother. It is not suitable to participate in such a lively event."

He glanced at Zhao Rong, "Besides, brother Ziyu didn't go either."

"I'm different."

Zhao Rong smiled, looked left and right at the quiet bamboo forest courtyard, and sighed:

"It's a good place, the bamboo leaves are cool, the mountains are foggy and the moon is bright, there are tea, wine, poetry and books to accompany, wife and children are loyal servants... Three years of guarding the mausoleum are also three years of spiritual cultivation. The Qi family also has both, after the brother of the meeting comes out of the mountain, he is going to govern the country and the world."

Zhao Rong's tone was joking.

Zhang Huizhi shook his head seriously, "I'm a foolish Confucian, so I dare not look foolishly."

At this time, the door of the north room next to it opened, and a simple woman came to the teahouse with a fruit plate and wine pot respectfully.

The woman behaved dignifiedly, bowed her head, raised her eyebrows, and brought the wine and snacks to the table.

"Master Zhao, please use it slowly."

She saluted Zhao Rong respectfully.

Zhao Rong waved his hand, quickly reached out to help take the plate, and smiled helplessly:
"Sister-in-law, don't be too polite. My name is Zhao Ziyu, just call me Ziyu."

Zhang Huizhi didn't go to see the woman, he knelt down on the ground, his waist was straight, and his face was flat. At this moment, he stretched out his hand and pressed Zhao Rong's helping hand.

"The guest can do whatever he wants. I can leave these trivial matters to Zhuo Jing. There is no reason to let the guests do it."

Zhao Rong looked at the serious and rigid young Confucian scholars, as well as the polite and simple woman, so he nodded and withdrew his hand.

Then, he quietly looked sideways, and glanced at Xiao Qian'er next to him.

The little girl who was staring at the newly served wine was slightly stunned when she received the gaze, and immediately understood.

Brother Rong is asking her to learn from 'other people's wife'.

Xiao Qian'er snorted softly twice.

Well, do you have to roll up when you are the wife of a Confucian scholar? Besides, she is not rude. In front of people, she and the young lady also save face for you...Hmph, and...and why don't you learn from it? Zhang Huizhi, a Confucian scholar, only has a wretched wife and one child. How many do you want?Huaxin Ronger brother?
Not to be outdone, Xiaoqian'er squinted her eyes and gave Zhao Rong a small look to look at "other people's husband".

Zhao Rong: "..."

Just when the young couple exchanged eyebrows quietly.

Zhang Huizhi asked the simple woman, "Yunniang, where is Fu'er?"

The woman lowered her eyebrows and said pleasantly: "Fu'er took a short nap at noon, and then continued with the homework that Xianggong assigned him in the morning, and did it for an hour. homework……"

"Let him continue to practice calligraphy."

"Yes."

The simple woman responded and stepped back.

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　Thanks for the reward of 1500 coins from the good brother "Melancholy is over you"!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)