i have a sword fairy

Chapter 707 Do You Want To Prostitute Me For Free?
In Jingchen Hall.

Suddenly, Su Changfeng, who had finished chanting, asked, "What do you think of these sentences, Mr. Zhu?"

"It's...not bad, it rhymes quite flatly."

"It's not about flat and flat rhymes." Su Changfeng shook his head to correct him, and his desire for expression suddenly arose in his heart, "The amazing thing about this prose is that the rhetoric is gorgeous but not impetuous. It changes the flashy style of modern academies, and the sentences can be read in a fresh way. It’s really refreshing, especially when there are amazing lines in it.”

"Um..." Zhu Yourong whispered.

"Yes." This Mr. Su couldn't help picking up his old profession of lecturing in the school again, "and the most exquisite thing is his vivid description of the Goddess from the Earth in the article, which has a kind of grandeur without being annoying and beautiful. The feeling of not being surprised, the description of this Lishen is obviously written in words, but it makes others read it like watching a wonderful painting."

"........."

Su Changfeng sighed, then looked up at the Rulan woman who was looking sideways at him and seemed to be listening, and said seriously:
"Although we have never seen this Lishen before, and we don't even know if he made it up, but it is really flesh and blood. Isn't it a hundred times more vivid than the painting of beauties respected by Brother Duan... In front of my eyes, she looks graceful...not only does she have the appearance of a fish falling into a wild goose, but also a kind of freshness and nobility that comes out of clear water and is naturally carved, and..."

Although her heart was about to jump into her throat at this moment, she still couldn't help chasing after her: "And what?"

Su Changfeng glanced at Zhu Yourong, then turned his head to look out the window together, and praised: "Moreover, the sincerity and purity of this 'Li Shen''s love is so beautiful that...after she left, people went to The heart stays, and the love keeps coming. For the protagonist in the prose, the detached figure and the scene of meeting and knowing each other are vivid in his mind, making him romantic but bitter, restless, making him unbearable to wander between Luoshui and Luoshui leave..."

"Really..." Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes,

Afterwards, Mr. Su, who taught candid poetry and prose, analyzed it carefully, and the colleagues who watched and passed it all sighed and agreed, but a certain female gentleman by the window was no longer thinking about it.

"It turns out that I hurried down the mountain to Dali to rescue you that day...you remembered everything in your heart."

"It turned out that when I turned around at the Huangling Waterfall that day, you understood my intentions."

"It turned out that you said not long ago that you would no longer come to drink tea, but you still retained the teaching assistant position... It was a hint of restraint and veil."

In the lobby where "Fu from the Gods" was chanted, Zhu Yourong was in a daze.

"It turns out that when we are together, you are as happy as I am; but when you turn around and leave, you are sad... It turns out that you just dare not draw me. In fact, my figure is so beautiful in your eyes. Beautiful...it turns out that you have been pretending to be stupid...pretending that you don't like me."

On this day, near noon, there was a female gentleman whose heart was pounding, and she was suddenly happy and then happy.

……

"No more writing? Why?"

In the slow autumn wind, Zhao Rong asked confusedly.

"no reason."

The female gentleman in front who was hugging the book and bowing her head suddenly turned around, rolled up the book, and tapped Zhao Rong's elm head with it. Just don’t write any more.”

Seeing the somewhat surprised look on Zhao Rong's face, the guess in her heart was confirmed once again, Zhu Yourong was a little satisfied and secretly delighted, and then she added with a serious expression: "Unless."

"Unless what?" Zhao Rong asked curiously, not aware of the misunderstanding.

Zhu Yourong glanced at him, looked sideways at the roadside bouquet, and said in a low voice, "Unless after you leave the academy next year..."

"After leaving the academy..." Zhao Rong frowned and murmured softly, then he said seriously to Zhu Yourong, whose face was flushed slightly: "Why can't you write at the student stage?"

"What do you think?" Zhu Yourong stared slightly annoyed.

"What do you want me to say? It's just a piece of prose, not to mention it's really something I wrote out of my feelings. Could it be that this type of prose is not suitable for gentlemen to read?" Zhao Rong looked puzzled.

"You still say!" Zhu Yourong couldn't help but knocked the head of this bastard who was pretending to be stupid.

Zhao Rong shrank back, but it was no accident that he did not escape the chestnut of a half-step Yuanying girl, scratched his head, and asked persistently:
"But this time the poetry and prose assessment is clearly given the title of 'From passion to ceremony', why should I write like this?"

A certain person's tone was still righteous, and Zhu Yourong couldn't help but look at his extremely serious expression a few more times:

Pretending to be quite decent... Sigh, why are men like this, old and young, is face so important?Prudence every day... Really... When you die, your whole body is soft, but your mouth is hard...

She was angry and funny in her heart, but Zhu Yourong didn't express anything on her face.

She looked at Zhao Rong seriously for a while with her willow eyes, and at a certain moment, she nodded, and then said "very considerately":
"Oh, by chance, I read this "Fu from the Gods" at Jingchentang, so, so, you did meet a goddess in Dali that made you yearn for?"

"Exactly. But, cough, it's actually a bit of artistic processing..." Zhao Rong spread his hands.

"Oh, really." Zhu Yourong turned her back and continued to walk forward with the book in her arms, but Zhao Rong couldn't see her expression.

He stood in the same place and bowed his head in thought for a while, then raised his head suddenly, swayed the book bag in his hand and changed his shoulder, followed quickly, and when the two of them were almost walking side by side, Zhao Rong suddenly said: "I won't write this kind of article next time." endowed."

"Oh."

"Before becoming a scholar." Zhao Rong added.

"That's good."

"The influence of this prose is indeed somewhat beyond my imagination. It is really not good to write this at the student stage." He nodded in approval.

"Ah."

Zhao Rong couldn't help sighing with his forehead:

"Hey, am I being too showy like this, I want to suppress the scholars and senior brothers, this is not good, it is too high-profile... I have a deep understanding these days, the wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it In short, when you do something at any time, if you exceed half a step, you are a genius, if you exceed one step, you are a monster, and you will be beaten to death with a random stick..."

Zhu Yourong glanced at the man next to him. With the serious expression and excuses of the latter, it took her 30 years of profound skill to hold back the laughter, so she also nodded solemnly:
"Hmm." You say yes.

"Well, thank you for reminding me." Zhao Rong turned to look at her and said sincerely.

"you are welcome."

Zhao Rong insisted, "Thank you not only for this reminder, but also for the batch of well water last time... last time."

Zhu Yourong's slender eyebrows slightly raised, but quickly fell down, intentionally revealing a puzzled expression, turned around and asked, "What well water?"

"It's... from Old Jijiu's place." Someone said a little embarrassedly.

"What old sacrificial wine? What last time? I don't understand what you're talking about." Zhu Yourong raised his chin and looked ahead.

"It's the Zhengguan well water that Lao Jijiu gave me, didn't you give it to him..."

"What are you talking about? I'm a calligraphy master on the edge of the academy, how can there be so many well waters?" Zhu Yourong imitated Zhao Rong just now, and said to him solemnly: "Let's not talk about... giving it away for nothing. You, why should I give it to you for nothing? Hasn’t the agreement between us been cancelled? Don’t be sentimental.”

"I……"

"You what?" She nodded her chin with a slender index finger, and suddenly turned her head, "Or...are you trying to prostitute for nothing?"

"..." Zhao Rong.

……

　Still out there...go back in a few days.Sorry guys, this chapter is late. It was supposed to be updated a few days ago, but I encountered something depressing, and it ended up being coded intermittently. I'm sorry. . .After returning home, adjust the status and work hard to code!In addition, at that time, I will open a single chapter to talk with everyone about the many things I have experienced in the past few months. (Whisper and cowardly QAQ)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)