i have a sword fairy

Chapter 67 The Eve of the Storm
"Go, go out for a drink."

"Give me a break, I'm exhausted."

"What are you busy with, so tired?"

"Go on a treasure hunt."

"Did you find it?"

"No, I've been busy for a long time."

"Oh." The man who brought the wine said softly, and didn't speak again.

Zhao Rong leaned back on the chair and took a deep breath. He glanced at Lin Wenruo, who was sitting on the side with a straight waist and a straight waist. At this moment, his eyes were calmly staring at the wine jar on the table that he carried, especially the wet black soil.

There was no word between the two for a while, Zhao Rong got up, reached out and pushed a plate of osmanthus cakes neatly arranged in front of the man who was stunned.

"Try it, Su Xiaoxiao made it, it's a little sweet."

Lin Wenruo glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and nodded.

When Zhao Rong took off his turban, changed into a loose Confucian robe and returned to the table, he found that there was no missing piece of cake on the plate.

Zhao Rong grabbed a piece with his right hand, held it with his left, and put it in his mouth, chewing it and saying, "Let's go."

The two walked out of the courtyard, led by the wine-teller man, all the way west.

"Where are you going, don't you go through the main entrance?" Zhao Rong looked around and asked curiously.

Lin's manor is very big, and he has never been to the west.

There are no staggered mansions and gorgeous buildings in other parts of the manor, but it gets more and more secluded.

The two walked on the winding corridor, passing by the pavilion hidden in the lush green water, the sun was paving the ground, and the footsteps were echoing.

"I took Ziyu to play in Lanxi this afternoon. I promised Ziyu when I first arrived, and it has been delayed until now. If I don't go, there may be no chance."

Lin Wenruo turned her head and said with a chuckle, "We won't go through the main entrance. There are a lot of people visiting, so it's easy to get out of your way."

Zhao Rong nodded and raised his eyebrows, knowing what he meant by saying there might be no chance.

Tomorrow will be the debate between Confucianism and Taoism. When Zhao Rong passed by Luojing City Gate in the morning, he saw a long queue from far away. I saw a lot of people in fancy clothes.

Today, the entire Zhongnan Kingdom, and even the surrounding countries, are all focused on Luojing. Countless Zhongnan people, hermits, celebrities, and monks on the mountain have come to Luojing, looking forward to tomorrow at the lecturing platform on the top of Taibai Mountain. Confucianism and Taoism.

This much-anticipated talk will completely change the national fortunes of Zhongnan Kingdom. Only one of Confucianism and Taoism can stay in Zhongnan Kingdom justifiably.

And just when Zhao Rong returned to the manor, he found that many guests came to visit, the main entrance was full of traffic, and the servants were busy with their feet not touching the ground.

"Won't Wen Ruo go to entertain guests? I see a lot of people coming to your house today."

The long-standing scholar who single-handedly facilitated tomorrow's Zhongnan event said calmly:

"They're all just speculators. When they needed help from a team a few days ago, they shied away and no one was seen. Now that the debate between Confucianism and Taoism is about to start, the general situation will be set, and they will come out one after another. When you leave the Lanxi Mansion, you will turn to the top of Taibai Mountain."

"These 'VIPs' are optional, and what they do. It's more important to accompany Ziyu to drink and enjoy the scenery..."

Lin Wenruo suddenly stopped, her words stopped, and she turned her head to look outside the veranda.

Zhao Rong followed his gaze. It was an open space on the left side of the veranda in front of a remote pavilion near the water, with a few trees standing.

Lin Wenruo pursed her lips, "Tzuyu wait a moment."

After speaking, the man who brought the wine walked towards the pavilion, his footsteps getting faster and faster, but as he approached, it became slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of a tree and looked up.

Zhao Rong copied his hands, leaned his back on a beam, squinted his eyes, and saw that the leaves were shaped like a ginkgo tree.

After a while, the wine-teller returned and joined the young scholar waiting in the veranda. After that, the two walked into a quiet path and left the Lin's Manor.

The two played in Lanxi, which was once a royal garden 700 years ago.

Cross the far bridge, ride the lotus boat, climb Daiyan Rock, cross the Songxi River, climb the Cuishan Mountain, admire the Li Pavilion, and tour the Sound Valley.

As the sun went down, the two of them traveled happily and returned happily, and Shi Shiran returned to the Lin's Manor.

Zhao Rong and Lin Wenruo were discussing some matters for tomorrow on the way back, and they were about to wave goodbye at a fork in the road, but suddenly, an unexpected person walked out of the road.

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Lin Qingxuan took his servants and entourage and hurriedly returned to Lin's Manor from Luojing City, sitting alone in the carriage all the way, silent.

After nearly a ten-day recuperation, his injuries have basically recovered, but after his face was tied by the man's palm in the Drunkard Pavilion that day, he still hasn't fully recovered, and he is slightly swollen.

Inside the carriage, he closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and hid himself in the darkness. Except for the slight sway of the wide carriage, he was isolated from the outside world, as if only in this way could he hide his innermost thoughts. secret.

In the darkness, at this moment, his body trembled slightly, the sound of slightly thick breathing sounded in the darkness, the teeth that had been clenched all the time were now trembling, and his right hand clenched his fist tightly.

The smile and calmness that she had in front of that woman not long ago was no longer there.

Slowly, he opened his right fist and looked down.

Although it was in the dark car, I couldn't see anything.

But he knew it was there through the slight pressure from the palm of his hand, lying still, stained with his sweat.

Why did he take it in a daze at that time! ?
And the friend who tricked him into going to Fengqi Building, he didn't expect that he was already a person who rushed to the virtual view. He left his entourage outside the door and entered the room. What he saw was not the top girl he ordered, but Xiao Yin Yin and others. his woman.

As the carriage jolted, he was in a trance, and once again thought of the words in his ear from the woman he once regarded as his sister but now can't avoid.

He had no idea how many times he had reminisced along the way.

Find the man named Zhao Ziyu that he knows, and try to give him the medicine in the small porcelain bottle in his hand.

After this is done, Chong Xuguan can forgive Lanxi Lin's sins.

All the responsibility for these daring actions will be borne by Lin Wenruo alone.

Lanxi Lin can also continue to stay in Zhongnan Kingdom.

At that time, Chongxuguan will support him, Lin Qingxuan, as the new head of the Lanxi Lin family...

Lin Qingxuan's forehead was full of beads of sweat, but instead of wiping it, he licked his dry lips.

After he returned to Zhongnan Kingdom, he learned that the family, under the leadership of Lin Wenruo, had actually attacked Xuguan, and he couldn't believe it.

Because of something in his childhood, he has always held a pessimistic attitude towards reform, and the shadow of rushing to the virtual world is shrouded in his heart.

In his opinion, how can the Chongxu view that has been standing on Zhongnan Mountain for thousands of years be so easy to overturn?

However, he did not have any power in the clan except for the identity of a direct bloodline, so where did he decide the direction of Lanxi Lin's carriage.

Lin Qingxuan clenched the small porcelain bottle in his right hand again, which contained the medicine someone asked him to give that Zhao Ziyu. Hearing from her, the effect of the medicine would not take effect immediately, and he could escape safely.

The man in the car raised his left hand and wiped the sweat off his face.

Damn, why did he take this porcelain bottle from her at that time?
It's okay, it's okay, I won't say it, no one will leak this.He comforted himself.

Besides, I won't do it myself, so what are you afraid of?
But thinking about it like this, the woman's meaningful smile before she left, and...

In the darkness as dense as water, the man reached out and touched his still swollen face.

And that day, the man in the Drunkard Pavilion, who was his own brother, gave him seven strings for the sake of a goddamn outsider.

The shame of that day is vivid in my eyes.

The man's eyes darkened.

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