i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong was taken aback, then looked down at her, "What?"

Concubine Zhao Ling looked up at him with a serious tone, "I like that song "Shangxie" very much."

Zhao Rong said softly, "If you like it, I'll write it for you."

Concubine Zhao Ling frowned slightly, and shook her head quickly, "No, no, I only need one song, don't write any more, homework is important..."

She thought of something, squinted her eyes and said happily: "Brother Rong, the short sentences you wrote to me every day before are very good. You don't force yourself at all in the poems you enter, and... in the future... you don't have to write gone."

Zhao Rong was overjoyed, of course he knew what she meant by what she said last.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "You keep those love letters with fragments of poetry in them, and turn around... Husband wants to check, um, and I have a surprise for you."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at Zhao Rong blinking and blinking, seeing him in high spirits, she didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, but when she thought of those love letters, she also had "reply letters with inscriptions".

Zhao Lingfei's cheeks fluttered, a little shy, but she still hugged Zhao Rong's arm and nodded seriously.

Seeing the obedient appearance of the lady, Zhao Rong suddenly thought of something on his mind, blinked his eyes, and said tentatively, "Qingjun."

"Ok?"

"Did you forget something?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was slightly taken aback, and looked at Zhao Rong. She was already smart and smart, and immediately realized that her husband was asking for something from her, and she was ready to answer, but in the next second, Concubine Zhao Ling had another thought.

She narrowed her long eyes, and said with a slight smile, "Brother Rong, what's the matter?"

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, "Good lady, that, cough, where is my Moyu."

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and stared at him without speaking.

Zhao Rong hurriedly corrected: "It's your jade, your jade, but it's okay to give it to your husband."

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at his haste, with a smile and tenderness in her eyes.

Both of them knew what the pair of jade tokens meant.

This was a token of love from Zhao Rong's parents, and was passed on to the two by Zhao's mother.

They got engaged with this pair of jade cards, and they misunderstood because of the jade cards on the wedding night. Now the two have finally cleared up their suspicions. The pair of jade cards that were supposed to be exchanged on the night of the bridal chamber are still one step away from completing the exchange of love for life. The jade ceremony made Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling completely determined.

Are they important?

Very important.

Maybe with the current relationship between the two, this pair of jade cards is no longer needed to maintain or consolidate anything, but Zhao Rong knows that exchanging jade cards is an essential step,

Because, he and Qingjun need this sense of ritual.

This is especially true for men and women in this world.

Like the wedding ceremony, this jade return ceremony must be completed completely, and there must be no less steps.

Zhao Rong wants to give Qing Jun everything he should give, and he cannot wrong her at all, including this sacred sense of ritual, it is a promise, and it is also another kind of vow of eternal love.

Just imagine, how many years later, when Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling held hands to look back on the past, among the countless ordinary daily life, what can really impress the two of them, except sadness In addition to the emotional ups and downs of joy, isn't it just such solemn and solemn things as wedding visits and jade exchanges?

Concubine Zhao Ling pulled Zhao Rong down, and corrected softly: "No, Brother Rong, Mo Yu belongs to you, Bai Yu belongs to you, and I... also belong to you, but..."

Zhao Rong waited with bright eyes.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled slightly, her jade lips parted slightly: "Mo Yu wants you to fetch it yourself."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, a little confused: "Qingjun, why don't you give me some hints?"

Concubine Zhao Ling hugged Zhao Rong's arm, tilted her head and thought for a while, at a certain moment, she turned her eyes away from Zhao Rong, nodded slightly, her face blushed imperceptibly, and her voice was very small, "On the body Woolen cloth."

Zhao Rong raised his brows, leaned his upper body back slightly, and looked at Concubine Zhao Ling's attire from a distance.

She was wearing an elegant moon-white chest-length skirt, and she didn't wear any extra accessories except for the wooden hairpin with her hair curled up all over her body... Where is the shadow of a jade pendant?

Shouldn't it be in Qingjun's Sumeru, how can people get it?

Zhao Rong had a headache.

As if she was a little shy from his presumptuous eyes looking up and down, Concubine Zhao Ling pulled Zhao Rong's arm with both hands, pulling him back, and the two got close again.

Zhao Rong was still frowning and thinking, but then, a soft touch suddenly came from his arm...

My heart fluttered.

Zhao Rong glanced down slightly.

It turned out to be caught in two colorful clouds like cotton candy.

Inextricable.

But before he had time to savor it for a while, someone pulled it out for him...

Concubine Zhao Ling seemed to have sensed something, and hurriedly let go of Zhao Rong's arm.

The two separated immediately.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head shyly, unable to see her expression clearly, her chest fluctuated.

Zhao Rong coughed in embarrassment, sat up straight, and began to watch the current lively events on the Yaji without looking sideways.

I saw Liu Kongyi, who was attracting the audience's attention at the moment, she smiled and said something helplessly.

Zhao Rong listened attentively.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head to look at the quietly flowing Nuanxi.

just.

a moment.

She glanced at Zhao Rong quietly, her face flushed.

……

When Liu Kongyi saw that her speech for climbing a building attracted everyone's attention and attention, the corners of Liu Kongyi's lips curled up.

In fact, a climbing piece is not so precious to those students from Tianzhi Realm.

Because the climbing products can only condense the aura of heaven and earth and store it once. Although the aura in it has been refined and is more pure, it is a drop in the bucket for the massive aura required by the Tianzhi realm. A poem for climbing a building can only improve their aura cultivation a little. It's just for nothing, unlike the Haoran Realm before.

And for those academy scholars, there is not much fuss about the climbing pieces, because in Linlu Academy, if there are not five or six new climbing pieces born at a literary meeting, it is considered shameful and there is no face-to-face If there are fallen flowers that can be made on the spot, then the literary fair will be considered a success.

However, Liu Kongyi is not a Confucian monk, she is a Taoist cultivator of the Taiyi Mansion, and she is also a woman. She can write poetry on the spot, which has reached a good level among the scholars of the Academy. Don’t you see someone like Li Jinshu? Scholars who are not good at poetry and law just sit quietly on the sidelines and praise her. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to call her a talented woman.

Liu Kongyi is a top-ranked Taoist and beautiful jade in the Taiyi Mansion, and he can compose Confucian climbing works or even falling flower poems in his spare time. This kind of talent and comprehension that can be mastered at a glance, Liu Kongyi does have the capital to be proud of.

Suddenly, Liu Kongyi's heart moved, and he remembered the poem titled "Tianxianzi" that he filled out not long ago.

At that time, she felt it, splashed ink in front of the window, and wrote it in one go. When she was writing, she only felt that the words and sentences were better than the poems she wrote in the past.

The language is cleverly crafted, and the scene creates emotion, which is full of ethereal beauty.

It is very possible to create a realm and fall into the flower category.

However, what Liu Kongyi never expected was that when she stopped writing, there was no abnormal appearance in this poem.

Liu Kongyi had some headaches, because this poem might be able to enter the Luohua category, which is very rare for her.

So in the past few days, Liu Kongyi has changed the song "The Fairy" over and over again, refining the words and sentences, and creating an artistic conception.

But nothing was gained, the poem written on paper did not cause the slightest wave of spiritual energy in the world.

Liu Kongyi was very bored, and often lost his mind, refining his words and sentences, and even had some doubts whether this poem had the potential to fall into the flower category.

So today she and Du Yifu invited some students from Taiyi Mansion to Nuanxi to hold an anthology. They wanted to relieve their worries, but they didn't expect to meet Ye Ruoxi from Xiaoyao Mansion to hold an elegant fair, so the two parties discussed and organized it together.

Liu Kongyi thought of that poem in her heart, and frowned slightly. She casually looked around at the men in the gathering, and her eyes stopped slightly on Du Yifu and others.

Liu Kongyi's eyes flashed.

Chapter 1 The Teacher of One Character

In Nuanxi Yaji, in addition to the table tables along the stream, there is also a large main table on the open space surrounded by the curved water in the shape of "ji".

There are poems, words and paintings, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on it.

Participants of the gathering can come up to write poems impromptu. If they are not in the mood, they can also sit on the small table by the stream, laugh and chat with their female companions, and watch the elegant affairs of the talented and beautiful women at the main table.

at this time.

Liu Kongyi came back to his senses and saw a group of seniors and seniors gathering together to admire and praise the climbing product she had just made. It’s so powerful, isn’t it embarrassing to me, Mr. Du is so powerful, this song "Yicahong" is like falling flowers, you can see him..."

The women were laughing and joking for a while.

Liu Kongyi suddenly turned his head to the crowd at the gathering, and said crisply: "There is something that has been bothering me for the past few days, and even my practice has been delayed..."

Everyone looked curiously and listened attentively, wanting to know what troubled this existence.

Liu Kongyi sighed softly, took a wine glass and came to the bank of the stream, staring at the clear water.

"A few days ago, one day, I received a bunch of invitations for gatherings, but somehow I felt a little bored, so I refused to go. At noon, I had a few drinks in the building alone, listening to the music. Son, fell asleep without knowing it, woke up, it was dusk, but although the drunkenness disappeared, the strange thoughts did not increase or decrease, and even more, so he went to the outside at dusk by himself. Walking in the small garden... That night, alas, after I came back, I wrote a poem out of feeling."

She turned her head, looked at everyone and said with a smile: "I have nagged so much, everyone, don't take offense. What I want to say is this poem. After I finished writing, I felt good, but after I stopped writing, there was no movement on the paper. These days I also often think about rhetoric, but it still doesn’t help. How to put it, I feel that the melancholy when I wrote it at that time was not expressed. I think this is also the reason why I can’t make it into the article. I wrote it. ... missing a word."

Liu Kongyi gave a pretty salute to the crowd, and said softly: "Although I am dull, I consider myself eager to learn. There are so many people in the Gathering today, so I wonder if there will be a talented young master who is willing to bow down and teach me. Be my one-character teacher, modify sentences and practice calligraphy, if you can make it taste good, Kong Yi is willing to serve tea and wine for you, and besides... there will be a generous reward."

The students of the prefecture and the Academy saw the charming posture of the fairy Liu who was sought after in the past, how could she refuse this proposal, they all nodded their approval, and many men were eager to fight.

In particular, Du Yifu's eyes were brighter, and he lifted his chin slightly, feeling that the opportunity had come.

Seeing this, Liu Kongyi went to the table and wrote down the words she had filled in.

Immediately afterward, the red carp girls took four pieces of special paper and a bowl of clear water as instructed, walked forward, and copied Liu Kongyi's words on the four pieces of special paper.

It is not uncommon for Liu Kongyi to take out poems and ask people to change them, and to be a teacher of one word.

Therefore, there is also a set of prescribed procedures.

The special paper brought by the red carp girls is pure white and unstained. It looks ordinary, but it is indeed a strange ink washing paper.

If you want to remove the ink characters on it, you only need to drop a drop of water on the characters, and the ink will be washed clean. The washing place will still be as dry as before, and even emit an intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

This is also the paper that is often prepared for poets to correct sentences and practice calligraphy in the collection.

Now Liu Kongyi's words are written on four pieces of ink-washed paper, which are placed on the four sides of the main table in the center of the collection. If men and women want to try to change the words, they can come to the table to drip water and write. If you are satisfied, you can also wash it off with a drop of water and let the people behind come. As for the original manuscript written by Liu Kongyi, it is placed in the middle of the table as a reference.

The red carp girls retreated after finishing their work.

All of a sudden, most people gathered around at the Yaji, watching the poem that troubled Liu Kongyi for a long time.

Zhao Rong, who was a little far away, frowned when he heard Liu Kongyi's words, and got up suddenly.

He didn't have any idea of ​​helping people change their words, but he wanted to ease the embarrassment between him and Qingjun.

Zhao Rong patted his sleeves, and whispered to the lady who turned her head and said softly: "Qingjun, let's go and have a look."

The blush on Concubine Zhao Ling's face had receded, she nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Zhao Rong smiled and stretched out her hand, she bit her lip and gave him the plain hand.

Lu Zhu, who had been waiting by the stream to serve the guests, saw that all the guests around her had disappeared, she was already curious, and followed Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling bouncingly.

The two walked to the table hand in hand.

They looked for a space with few people, and Liu Kongyi's words caught their eyes.

Concubine Zhao Ling leaned against Zhao Rong and said curiously: "Fairy..."

At this time, a small head poked out beside the two of them, it was Luzhu.

She opened her dark eyes wide, and whispered curiously:

"Water tone several times, hold the wine and listen, wake up in the afternoon and worry about it... When will I go to the spring? The mirror at night, the scene of the scene, the past is empty in the later period... The sand and the bird pond are dark, the clouds disperse and the moon comes and flowers Follow the shadows... heavy curtains cover the lights tightly, the wind is uncertain, people are quiet at first, and tomorrow the sunset will fill the path."

Luzhu's eyes lit up, and she read it several times.

There were a lot of people around, and Zhao Rong held Concubine Zhao Ling in his arms.

The two clasped hands, Concubine Zhao Ling listened to him while snuggling up to him, she tasted it, but she only understood the general idea, and said softly: "It sounds good, Brother Ronger, what do you think?"

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled lightly, and looked up at Zhao Rong, only to find that he was staring at her unblinkingly with his head down, not listening to the words attentively, all his thoughts were on her...

Concubine Zhao Ling's heart trembled, she hurriedly lowered her head, fell silent for a moment, twisted in Zhao Rong's arms, "Don't...don't look at it."

The sound is very small.

Zhao Rong smiled, looked up at the poem on the table, "Well, it's very nice..."

Having said that, he couldn't help lowering his head again, looked at the lady's profile again, nodded and said, "It's beautiful."