i have a sword fairy

Chapter 86
In the morning, a quiet and elegant courtyard.

A young scholar with a bookcase and a sword on his crotch pushed open the courtyard door and strode forward.

The two jade cards on his waist, which are a natural pair, jingled.

The young scholar stopped in front of the door, turned and glanced inside the door, the courtyard he was already very familiar with. Through the lattice window that was visited by the bright moon every night, he could see half of his habit of leaning on his head in the moonlight. Mahogany desk.

The young scholar took a few glances, the corners of his mouth habitually curved slightly, he closed the courtyard door, and turned to join his companions.

Zhao Rong did not wear the usual plain Confucian shirts today, but changed into a rare luxury and delicate splendid tee shirts, and dressed in exquisite clothes. If he looked from a distance, he was an extraordinary and elegant boy.

This is what Lin Wenruo sent to him last night, saying that he must dress more solemnly today.

Zhao Rong didn't know why at first, until Lin Wenruo saw off alone and brought Zhao Rong and the three to the Shili Long Pavilion in the north of Luojing City, Zhao Rong didn't know why he was so solemn.

Zhao Rong rode on his horse, looked left and right, and watched more and more Luojing people on both sides of the road, especially the grand and grand battle not far in front of him, and a monarch was waiting.

Zhao Rong couldn't help smiling bitterly and turned his head to look at his friend with a relaxed expression.

However, just as Zhao Rong was about to speak, Lin Wenruo blocked him first.

"Ziyu, I really didn't arrange this on purpose. The people came here spontaneously, and the monarch and the nobles in the city also took the initiative to come. Well, I just mentioned to them that you are leaving today. coming."

Zhao Rong shook his head and said nothing.

"The last time the people of Luojing saw someone off so spontaneously, I don't know how long ago. When I went to study in the academy, I didn't have such a big attitude when I left. Ziyu, you are really envious of others."

Zhao Rong said modestly: "Alas, when you have a peerless face like mine, you will know that this is also a trouble."

Lin Wenruo: "..."

Soon after, Zhao Rong and his party dismounted, and King Zhongnan stepped forward to greet him. Three steps away from Zhao Rong, he made a gesture of salute. Zhao Rong quickly stepped forward to help him, but the king called out "national teacher" in a friendly tone, which caught Zhao Rong off guard. .

Bet on that national teacher robe, where is it to be your national teacher.

Zhao Rong hurriedly declined, declined King Zhongnan's earnest retention, and winked at Lin Wenruo, asking him to help, and it took a while to get away.

Ten-mile pavilion, Yang Liu Yiyi, who came to bid farewell to the people of Luojing, crowded shoulder to shoulder, and the congestion was blocked.

After that, everyone reluctantly walked ten miles to see them off again. When they parted, they drank farewell wine together and wrote parting poems.

On this day, Luojing was full of empty alleys, and the wicker of the ten-mile pavilion was completely broken.

Zhao Rong got on the horse's back, turned his head to look under the horse, and Lin Wenruo, who was holding the horse and whip for him, had his eyes condensed, but his words were concise.

"gone."

Lin Wenruo raised her head slightly, nodded with a warm smile, and said nothing.

Zhao Rong turned back, pursed his lips and glanced at the north, and stroked the white jade plaque with his fingertips.

The next moment, he rode his horse forward without looking back, the jade on his waist was crisp.

Su Xiaoxiao and Liu Sanbian followed closely behind, along with a group of Yulin Wei who would take them a shortcut and leave Zhongnan.

When the young Confucian scholar walked not far, he suddenly heard the sound of a song coming from behind.

That is the voice of the beautiful women born in Zhongnan Mountain, the voices are clear, melodious and melodious.

"What is there in Zhongnan? There are laurels. The young master will end in brocade clothes and tuxedos. His face is like Wodan, and his lord is also very good!"

"What is there in Zhongnan? You have Ji Youtang. There are bandit gentlemen who wear black clothes and embroidered clothes. Wearing jade generals, you will never forget your longevity exams!"

What is there on Zhongnan Mountain?There are catalpas and osmanthus trees.

A young man came here, with a splendid tuxedo and ruddy complexion. He was a bandit gentleman. He wore a beautiful jade, and he walked with a jingle, wishing him a long life, and the people of Zhongnan will never forget it.

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Dusk evening.

Lanxi Lin's Manor, a quiet courtyard that was gently closed by someone early in the morning was pushed away by a tall scholar.

A creaking sound resounded in the empty courtyard.

The Confucian scholar Qi Chang entered the room and came to the desk that would bear half a table of moonlight every night.

On the mahogany desk, near the window, lay a folded piece of poetry.

At this time, it was bathing in the bright twilight of the setting sun.

A slender palm stretched towards it and slowly spread it out.

A bright moon rose on the desktop.

The breeze blew the sleeves.

The house is full of stars, flowing quietly.

""Little Crimson Lips" is a gift to brother Wen Ruo."

"Drunken leaning on the railing, the lakeside pavilion is like a rain of stars. Whoever sits with me, the moon and the breeze are me."

"As soon as the bosom friend arrives, there is a need to sing. Do you still know? Since the addition, the wind and the moon have been divided equally."

On that day, drunk leaning against the railing, in the Huxin Pavilion, looking up, I saw the starlight like a rainstorm.

Which do you sit with?The moon, the breeze, me or him.

When I meet a bosom friend, I sing naturally and harmoniously. If you play the piano, then I will write poetry.

do you know?Since I met, the enjoyment of the breeze outside the pavilion and the bright moon in the mountains is naturally half and half between you and me.

I don't know how long it took, Shijian was still lying quietly on the desk, waiting for the moonlight of another bright moon.

It's just that there is no one at the table.

He went to the flower forest behind the yard again.

Squatting under the tree with the red rope tied, he lowered his head and buried the two pots of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed together.

In Zhongnan Kingdom, there is an ancient custom. When young men and women get engaged, they will each tie red ropes to two osmanthus trees and bury a pot of osmanthus brewing under the trees.

These two sweet-scented osmanthus trees can no longer be harvested in the future.

If there is a lover who is not married, or is divorced after marriage, then the red rope must be untied.

If the two are happy and full of flowers, the red string will never be untied.

The sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus must be buried all the time, leaving it to the destined people in future generations.

His palms were covered in dirt.

The tangled cloth towel was getting wet again.

That night, on Mount Taibai, there was also a forest of flowers.

Under the tree that was still tied with red rope but hung with three-foot white silk.

There is a purple dress.

she asked him.

On that day, he attacked the false view.

But why leave her dowry behind?
Why not take her home first?
She said she actually wanted to.

He didn't answer.

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"Su Xiaoxiao, where are the purses and sachets that you keep for my son?"

"Zhao Rong, it's so lively here, where have we been?"

"Don't interrupt, those girls who admire my face and talent, where are the purses and sachets that they gave me?"

Zhao Rong stared at Su Xiaoxiao who was looking around with a straight face.

"Oh, look at Xiaoxiao, ah! Where did you go? Xiaoxiao remembered that it was placed in the bookcase, why is it gone? Oh, where did I go? Before I left that day, I put it with the bookcase. …”

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and suddenly covered her mouth. While muttering in surprise, she turned over her small bookcase, "Sachet, purse, don't hide..."

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at Zhao Rong quietly.

"Yeah! I remember."

Suddenly, the little fox demon had a sudden realization.

"The day you left Lanxi, you, you urged me too quickly, I, I... I seem to have forgotten to take it."

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lips, raised her head, and stared at Zhao Rong with crystal clear eyes.

"Otherwise, let's make a sachet for you!"

The little fox demon's eyes lit up, her mouth pouted, eager to try.

Zhao Rong looked at her expressionlessly.

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The copy of Zhongnan Kingdom is finally finished. Sword Maiden is the first book. Many things are still being explored. The first copy has many shortcomings and some points that I feel more satisfied with, but the most important thing is in the process of writing. Growing up, this is also to practice writing for the future plots of seeing Qingjun in the four palaces of Taiqing.

So I think it is necessary to write this copy and the protagonist has also gained a lot of things~
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