i have a sword fairy

Chapter 520

In the courtyard of the bamboo forest.

Zhang Huizhi turned his head and looked at the direction of the north room for a while, and there was a dull young man with his head down copying books and practicing calligraphy in the doorway.

The young Confucian scholar from Siqi Academy was quiet for a moment, then turned his eyes to the direction of the kitchen on the west side.

There, a few poor old servants with missing arms, legs, or disfigured faces were busy, chopping wood to boil water, fetching wine and cooking under the greeting of a passing simple lady.

There were gasps and coughs from time to time.

Zhao Rong also seemed to have noticed the commotion in the kitchen. He glanced at one of the old servants who seemed to have been disfigured by the fire, and was coughing from the firewood smoke.

The disfigured old servant seemed to have a severe respiratory disease, and he took out a copper bong with a pipe hanging from time to time, took a few puffs, and breathed a sigh of relief with a flushed face.

The other old servants are also similar, each with their own faults, dying of old age.

"Brother Hui, if you don't forget it, you don't have to work so many appetizers. Let's have a few drinks and chat. We still have something to do later, so we won't stay with Brother Hui for dinner."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but offer a sincere suggestion.

Zhang Huizhi seemed to have come to his senses, looked away from the kitchen, then looked at Zhao Rong for a while as if in a daze, and shook his head firmly.

"Ziyu finally came to my brother's place...you have to drink a good meal, good food...you can't miss it, otherwise you will feel ashamed, Ziyu can enjoy it at ease, don't worry about the kitchen, Zhuo Jing will settle down. "

He lifted his half-drooped eyelids, fully woke up from the drowsiness of sleeping not long ago, and comforted Zhao Rong.

The latter glanced at the sky, and it was still a little short of time before Shen time in the afternoon.

"Okay, then listen to Brother Hui."

Zhao Rong smiled.

At this moment, Xiao Qian'er, who was standing behind her, quietly squeezed the soft flesh around Zhao Rong's waist, and then, without his reaction, hummed softly and walked towards the back kitchen.

"I'm going to help sister Yunniang."

Hmph, in the past, she was not polite and virtuous in front of outsiders. Brother Rong just chose not to see her, and even brought out 'other people's wife'...

Xiaoqian'er was a little aggrieved.

Zhao Rong made a soft 'hiss' sound in his mouth, the little girl was not serious, and she had to pay back her little butt double when she turned around.

He thought to himself, and glanced at the back of the little girl who secretly and stubbornly ran to help in the kitchen.

"Ziyu, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Huizhi glanced at the young Confucian scholar's face and expressed concern.

"Ah, it's nothing, by the way, where did we talk just now?"

Zhao Rong turned around and changed the subject.

Zhang Huizhi didn't answer first, but picked up the jug on the table and handed a jug to Zhao Rong.

Under the bamboo grove, sitting on the couch, in the autumn wind, two Confucian scholars from the academy, each with a pot of exotic wine, raised their hands to invite each other.

"Ziyu praises me for my self-cultivation and my family, I am ashamed to be a brother."

"Why don't you dare to be, we Confucian scholars care about his 21, first of all we have to be thick-skinned, and after receiving compliments, we should be humble, but we can't be really humble. We have to think in our hearts 'who doesn't know'. Of course, You can’t say it out loud, but what if it happens?”

"........."

"Ziyu is so witty."

"I wouldn't tell this secret to ordinary people. Come on, let's go."

"........."

A crisp sound of wine glasses colliding resounded on the table.

"Hiss... this wine from Brother Hui's is hot enough!"

"It's the home wine brewed by the old servant of the humble house, brother Ziyu, do you like it?"

"Not bad, it tastes good, the last time I drank this kind of wine was..."

"Oh? Is it there?"

The young Confucian scholar nodded, "It was the last time."

Zhang Huizhi: "..."

He in the black Confucian robe was speechless for a moment, then nodded and said, "As long as Ziyu likes it, later, the old servant at home has another special dish to serve."

"Oh? Then I have to try it out."

Zhang Huizhi nodded, looked at him, and suddenly said:
"Ziyu, can you show Brother Wei the jade around your waist?"

Qingjun's jade token?This is not acceptable, if she knows that other men have touched her jade token, she will definitely be angry, the most difficult kind to coax.

The young Confucian scholar wanted to shake his head, but after touching a few hanging objects around his waist, he asked again, "Which jade is Brother Hui talking about?"

Zhang Huizhi stretched out his hand, pointed to Lin Lu Yubi on Zhao Rong's waist, and stared at it, "It's Yubi with this identity, and I also have a Siqi one for my brother, I want to see the difference."

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned, and nodded happily, "If this is the case, there is no problem."

He untied the jade wall around his waist and handed it to Zhang Huizhi.

The latter took it, and at the same time untied his own Siqi identity, Yubi, and looked down together.

Zhao Rong didn't think much, and smiled, "Actually, there is not much difference. I have met Yubi, a scholar of Siqi Academy, and they all have the same function, identity proof...a life-saving item...convenient for the teacher of the academy to locate In addition, I heard that some senior scholars will refine it into a life object, but this scholar's jade wall is only temporary, and it is not convenient to refine it."

He paused, laughed and said:

"Speaking of which, I passed by Zhongnan Mountain before, and I got a piece of Lantian Lingyu from a good friend, which can be used to temper the scholar's jade wall, and I have been putting it in my bag to eat ashes..."

"I heard from Wen Ruo that his family's Lantian Lingyu is very sought after among the scholars of Siqi Academy. I don't know if it is true."

Zhang Huizhi temporarily put down the jade wall in his hand, and raised his head, "Oh? The brother Wen Ruo that Ziyu mentioned is the new head of the Lin family in Lanxi, Zhongnan Kingdom...Lin Wenruo?"

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a smile:
"It's him, Brother Hui knows him?"

He said, paused, nodded:
"That's right, Wen Ruo is also from Siqi Academy, so it's not surprising that Brother Hui knows him. The Siqi scholar Yubi I met before belonged to Wen Ruo, and I also asked him for it at the time. After looking it over, now that I have Lin Lu Yubi, I found that they are all the same.”

Zhang Huizhi nodded and looked to the south, "Junior brother Lin is two years younger than me, but his name is like a thunderbolt. Now, as long as Siqi Academy is still at the foot of Wangquezhou Mountain and is a scholar of various dynasties who are on the road of official career, Who doesn't know his name..."

Today, the young Confucian scholar in black shirt showed some yearning look on his face.

"This Junior Brother Lin has inherited the position of Patriarch of an 800-year-old noble family at a young age. The most important thing is that he is not simply keeping his legacy, but making great strides forward..."

"I've heard that this Junior Brother Lin seems to have used a very dangerous debate between Confucianism and Taoism to destroy a thousand-year-old Taoist temple in the Zhongnan Kingdom with the help of a very powerful friend... I don't know the details, but I heard that he Right now, he has become the real helm of Zhongnan Kingdom in the south, acting on behalf of the emperor and herdsmen, implementing new laws, and displaying his ambitions, and Zhongnan Kingdom is booming..."

Zhang Huizhi withdrew his gaze, and under Zhao Rong's inexplicable gaze with a smile, he said seriously:
"This can no longer be summed up in a simple sentence of background. This Lin Wenruo, Junior Brother Lin, and his close friend must be dragons and phoenixes among the people. They deserve this fame. It's a pity that they can't see their true faces."

"When the first emperor was still alive, he read the mansion newspaper in the imperial study, and sighed several times in front of me, when will we be able to raise a Lanxi Lin family in Dali. Hey, I am ashamed to wait for the Confucian scholars in Dali. "

Zhang Huizhi sighed and shook his head.

After Zhao Rong heard the phrase "a very good friend" in his mouth, he blinked and smiled without saying a word.

Zhang Huizhi is not a fool, on the contrary he is very smart and sharp.

He was taken aback for a moment, looked at the young Confucian scholar in front of him twice more, frowned slightly, and tentatively said:
"really?"

Zhao Rong straightened his sleeves, raised his head and smiled, and said modestly: "Brother Hui praised you... Well, there are dragons and phoenixes among people, who doesn't know?"

"........."

Didn’t you say what’s in the back of your heart, good guy, you just said it out…

Zhang Huizhi leaned back slightly, looked carefully at Zhao Rong a few times, choked for a while, and then said with emotion:
"I didn't expect to see the true face."

……

Just when the two Confucian scholars in the courtyard were drinking and chatting happily.

In the western kitchen not far away, Zhao Qian'er, Yun Niang and several old servants are busy cooking dishes.

But Xiaoqian'er was mostly just helping Yunniang, chatting, and occasionally glanced at the dishes cooked by other old servants.

Not long after, she handed Yunniang a porcelain plate, looked around, and saw that everyone's appetizers were almost ready, so she took out a small silver spoon.

Zhao Qian'er walked around the kitchen, 'tasting' each dish with a silver spoon.

At this time, she stopped in front of the coughing and disfigured old servant, and looked at a somewhat strange dish that the old servant was cooking.

"Hey, what kind of strange dish are you?"

Zhao Qian'er couldn't help but glanced again.

The vegetables in the pot are one by one, like thick noodles, in the shape of two fingers, and it seems that some chili oil has been poured on it, and the smell is a bit spicy.

The old servant took a step back and saluted, "The villain's hometown specialty..."

Then, he said a strange name with two characters.

Zhao Qian'er muttered curiously, holding the silver spoon in her hand, pinched her little nose again, and stared into the pot for a while, after a while, she still tasted it just in case.

Little Qian'er puffed up her peach cheeks, chewed it, savored it quietly for a moment, inhaled hotly, but nodded.

"Hey, it's okay, it's a bit spicy, but it's spicy, Brother Rong should like this...what's the matter..."

She looked at the old servant.

The latter nodded with a smile, and repeated the name of the two-character dish again. He was very happy to hear that the distinguished guest in the yard liked the disabled and disfigured old man.

The two chatted briefly for a while, and then Xiaoqian'er put her little hands behind her back and went to taste the appetizers of other old servants.

the other side.

In the courtyard where the autumn wind blows.

After Zhang Huizhi sighed, he didn't immediately return the Lin Lu jade in his hand to Zhao Rong, but listened attentively to Zhao Rong's explanation.

He sighed softly, and glanced at the top of Jiyue Mountain to the east.

The bright moon, which competes with the great sun for two rounds, still hangs high, and is worshiped by all the people within a thousand miles of Jiyue Mountain.

The young Confucian scholar in black with black hair and a knife-like face sighed more and more:
"Hey, Ziyu, you should have thought of it a long time ago. Things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Ziyu knew that Junior Brother Lin from Zhongnan Mountain, and was given a precious jade by him. This is not the treatment that ordinary friends can have... That rumor In the debate between Confucianism and Taoism in Chinese, it turned out that Tzuyu helped a lot in it."

"It's just like... just like the present ceremony of enshrining Zen, which Ziyu single-handedly managed to achieve great success. It's a great fortune for your Majesty and the empress dowager to ask Ziyu for help."

For some reason, Zhang Huizhi looked up to the direction of Jiyue Mountain, and his expression became a little sad.

Zhao Rong took another sip of this very spicy wine, thinking of an old friend who was buried under the green hill, his joy gradually faded, and he shook his head flatly, "Brother Hui is too famous."

On the couch, the two Confucian scholars sitting face to face were silent for a while.

One looked up into the distance, while the other drank with his eyes down.

It seems that each thinks about their own things.

Sure enough, when the wine enters the intestines, it turns into a "story", which I want to tell along with the wine.

Zhang Huizhi stared at the bright moon and said softly:

"Since Ziyu came to look for his brother at this time, he decided not to return, and bid farewell to us."

Zhao Rong nodded, then shook his head again:

"If it's not necessary, I probably won't come again, but that's not necessarily the case. If the brother of the meeting wants to find me to drink again that day, I can ask Hongyan to send me a letter, and I will find someone as sunny as today. In the afternoon, it’s time to take a shower and go to an appointment, where in life do we not meet again?”

"Where do you not meet in life... Where do you not meet good people in life."

Zhang Huizhi murmured several times, then suddenly turned around and said, "So Ziyu really doesn't think about coming to Dali to assist His Majesty after finishing his studies? People around us can see His Majesty's admiration for Ziyu." .”

His tone is complicated.

There are admiration, regret, and entanglement.

The inconspicuous hand on the knee grasped the jade bi, trembling slightly, as if grasping tightly.

Zhao Rong didn't finish his words completely, he just said: "Let's see again. Besides, doesn't Your Majesty still have Brother Hui, I think that one brother who has Brother Hui is enough."

Zhang Huizhi nodded, already understanding the mind of the Confucian scholar in front of him.

Unintentionally make contributions in the secular dynasty.

He let out a long breath.

The hand holding Yubi under the table also loosened a little.

Zhang Huizhi said seriously:

"Ziyu, my brother has actually paid attention to this junior brother Lin who has shown his ambition in Zhongnan Kingdom for a long time, and most of his deeds are known to my brother, so I have always had a question, and I really want to ask him, but it's a pity It is difficult to make friends with the mountains and seas separated."

He paused, and looked at the young Confucian scholar who was listening quietly in front of him.

Leaning forward unconsciously, approaching the latter:
"Ziyu, you know Lin Wenruo, and you are a close friend. You should know him very well. I want to ask Brother Ziyu to give you an answer. Is it okay?"

Zhao Rong, who was about to drink, put down his wine glass, looked at him, and after thinking for a while, smiled lightly: "Brother Hui, just ask, you know everything."

Zhang Huizhi looked at the young Confucian scholar who continued to raise his head and take a sip, he was silent for a while, and said:
"Ziyu praised me before that I have cultivated the Qi family, and I want to govern the country and the world...Let's not talk about whether the Qi family is the same, and I don't dare to think about it, just say that there are two left."

"I have always abided by the teachings of the sages and teachers of the academy, and devoted myself to self-cultivation."

The young Confucian scholar in black patted Qingfeng's sleeves, straightened his back, and stared straight ahead.

"Just to be able to govern the country like Junior Brother Zhongnan Guolin, to be a unparalleled national scholar, to help the country, and to assist His Majesty. However, if one day... self-cultivation and the ambition of governing the country conflict, and I can only choose one, how should I choose?"

(End of this chapter)