i have a sword fairy

Unless people outside are very close to Dongli Xiaozhu, for example, they are at the gate of the courtyard and are about to knock on the door, or they are close to the east wall, otherwise no sound can be transmitted, and no sound from the courtyard can be heard.

Yu Huaijin raised her hand, stood in front of the stone table, lowered her eyes and said nothing, thinking about going to see the teacher for a while, she has been busy for a while.

Moreover, for the next mid-month exam, the teacher's art is more critical, and it may even be the winning point of the whimsical hall.

Among the six classes in the academy, none of the classes was significantly better than the other classes in the art of the teacher, widening the gap. In the last mid-month exam, the results of the six classes in this art were average, and they were all so-so, or even weak. In the words of the teacher, the writing made her dizzy and headache. There are very few papers that can be read carefully. The teacher has tried to give them higher marks.

Yu Huaijin remembered that the teacher had a rare playful joke at that time, saying that after grading their papers, she would probably be ten years older. After this year, the twelve mid-month exams will make her age two years old.

Yu Huaijin frowned slightly. She didn't master this art very well... At this moment, the sound of Zhao Rong playing the piano rang in her ears. She turned her head slightly, her eyes were still.

"Brother Zhao played "Yi Lan Cao" well this time, a little better than before. From this point of view, it is necessary to play repeatedly."

The names of Guqin music are generally called XX Chang, or What Yin, What Nong and XX Cao. The widely spread Guqin music includes "Five Tune, Nine Yin and Twelve Exercises", and "Yi Lan Cao" is one of them. It is rumored to be Written by Confucian sages, it is a must-practice repertoire for Confucian scholars in Jiuzhou.

Hearing Yu Huaijin's earnest praise, Zhao Rong felt that he had been insulted. He was already playing the ball very carefully, and his fingertips were extremely strong. There was no priority. The "Jiuxiao Yunpei" was damaged, so it was broken.

It's a pity that the guqin made by that bastard is simply too strong.

However, the eye of the big formation that shut him was in his hand, but he couldn't break through it. Zhao Rong was a little depressed, and now he heard Yu Huaijin's praise, these words penetrated into his ears, like Are you asking him "Didn't you eat, your strength is so weak?", "Speak up, if you didn't hear it, you didn't hear it"...

Zhao Rong glared at Yu Huaijin.

Her expression is calm.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, then continued to lower his head in the next second, competing with this cloud pendant, I couldn't believe it...

However, not long after, Yu Huaijin nodded after listening for a while, and said in a serious tone:

"Brother Zhao is in good spirits. It's the same as Brother Tengying's remedial lessons before. However, there are still some deficiencies in fingering and not flexible enough. You have to learn a lot from Brother Tengying on this point."

Learn fingering from Brother Tengying?

Zhao Rong raised his head expressionlessly, and just looked at Yu Huaijin quietly without speaking.

Yu Huaijin glanced at Zhao Rong who was reacting strangely with a little curiosity, but she didn't care, instead she stepped forward, took the paper and pen from Fan Yushu, and put them beside Zhao Rong's hand.

Yu Huaijin said softly, "Originally, this stage after mastering the piano music is to practice circles. Circle the difficult phrases in the music passages and practice them further."

Her words paused, and she glanced at Zhao Rong, "However, since you have incomplete pronunciation and difficulty in mastering the rhythm, it's better to practice the whole piece repeatedly. If you play a lot, you can always find the sound."

Yu Huaijin pointed at the pen and paper next to Zhao Rong, and said casually, "From now on, every time you play it, draw a stroke on it to draw orthographic characters, um, let's draw a hundred orthographic characters today."

One hundred orthographic characters, five hundred qin melodies.

Zhao Rong's hand that touched the string trembled slightly.

He looked up at the sky, and the early autumn sun had just risen.

Zhao Rong smiled lightly, "Okay."

Yu Xuanji, Yu Huaijin, remember, don't fall into my hands!

……

The gate of Linlu Academy.

The couplet of "Lonely and talented, and prosperous here" hangs on both sides.

Today is a holiday, and it is rare that it is a clear and clear day in autumn, and there are people coming and going at the gate.

Scholars of the Academy, students of Mochi, and famous Confucian scholars who came to visit the Academy from thousands of miles away, are bustling and bustling.

At this moment, a group of academicians with jade walls and elegant temperament stepped out of the gate and walked out.

There are more than ten people in this group, led by three people, walking in the front, talking and laughing.

One of the three leaders was a tall man with a face like a jade crown, with a somewhat long face, but his appearance was Zhouzheng. He was Li Jinshu, the big disciple of Mr. Yan.

At this moment, he was listening to the words of the peers around him, with a gentle smile, but there was some helplessness in his eyes.

Next to Li Jinshu, the two companions headed by him, like him, are the disciples of the two academy masters who are familiar with Mr. Yan,

Today, the three of them, with their juniors, are going to participate in the autumn climbing poetry meeting held by a certain poetry club in the academy.

Originally, according to Li Jinshu's temperament, he seldom or even hardly took the initiative to participate. In the past, he only felt that these social gatherings were troublesome. He might as well stay in the house to study the scriptures, or go to Zunjing Pavilion to read books for a day, or Serve before the teacher.

However, what makes Li Jinshu helpless is that since they came back from the Taiqing Mansion with the teacher, the teacher's attitude towards him seems to be a bit strange. It is strict, but it is not. Just like today, he is following the teacher's order. If you have to come out to relax, and participate in the climbing poetry meeting, the teacher may not allow you to stay behind closed doors all day.

But let’s say it’s loose, it doesn’t count. In the past, I still did a lot of chores for the teacher, and there are a lot of new things, such as receiving the teacher’s order, I have to go to the Mochi Academy to watch the studies of the juniors. .

Moreover, Li Jinshu encountered some doubts in his studies recently and asked his teacher. The teacher explained to him more and more carefully, and would examine him several times to make sure that he did not pretend to understand, and many things were much stricter.

Li Jinshu sighed slightly, a little troubled, but for some reason, he had a vague feeling that it had something to do with the new junior brother.

Li Jinshu is very kind to this junior brother from his hometown, but although the junior brother looks calm, his temper is also a bit jumpy, and occasionally he is too sharp, which makes Li Jinshu a little worried. Don't worry too much.

At this moment, a thin-faced scholar standing side by side with Li Jinshu turned his head and laughed.

"Jin Shu, why are you in a daze, are you thinking about that beauty from Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion again?"

Another round-faced scholar who was side by side also turned his head to answer the words, and said with a smile:

"I heard from some Nian brothers that a few days ago, that Fairy Ye came to look for Jinshu, haha, good Li Jinshu, I see you with a serious appearance all day long, I didn't expect you to be a fake prudence, I went to the Taiqing Mansion, and actually kidnapped a fairy back from our academy, not bad."

Li Jinshu came back to his senses, was taken aback when he heard the words, and hurriedly explained: "Brother Cheng, Brother Xu, don't get me wrong, Fairy Ye and I are just pen pals now, and the exchange of letters is just to discuss the knowledge of poems and articles, not what you think. It's a matter between men and women, she came to look for me a few days ago, and it was just..."

The thin-faced scholar called Brother Cheng interrupted: "I know, we all know, Brother Nian doesn't need to explain so much, cough cough."

The scholar surnamed Cheng turned his head and looked at the scholar surnamed Xu, both of them had smiles in their eyes.

The scholar surnamed Xu sighed, "Oh, when my husband can go to the Taiqing Mansion to give lectures."

The scholar surnamed Cheng smiled when he heard the words, glanced at the plump scholar surnamed Xu, said a few words, and demolished him.

Seeing this, Li Jinshu at the side was a little speechless, he couldn't laugh or cry, and was quiet for a moment.Some words are brewing in my heart, and I am going to explain again, so I can't ruin Miss Ruoxi's innocence.

At this moment, a group of them are passing the gate and walking down the steps, and there are many passers-by around.

At this moment, the scholar surnamed Cheng, who turned his head to talk and laugh, paused, and he did not know when he stared straight behind the scholar surnamed Xu.

He looked past Li Jinshu and the others, and looked to the left of the gate, which was the concierge of the academy where guests were received and registered.

The scholar surnamed Cheng couldn't move his eyes for a while.

Be attracted by a landscape.

The scholar surnamed Xu immediately noticed the abnormality of his companion. He turned his head to look to the other side, and his eyes also passed Li Jinshu.

"What are you looking at, Brother Cheng, you..."

In the next second, his words gradually stopped at the beginning, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyes were caught by the beautiful figure standing outside the porter's room.

The abnormal behavior of the two quickly attracted the attention of Li Jinshu and the juniors behind them.

Li Jinshu saw that the gazes of the two younger brothers passed him by ignoring them.

Li Jinshu frowned and looked back.

I saw that outside the gatehouse not far behind him, there was a woman standing alone like a lotus, with her hands folded in front of her body, holding a brocade box, looking forward, talking to the gatekeeper of the academy.

The woman's blue hair was high, revealing a white and slender neck, like a white swan, her eyes were long and narrow, with a pool of autumn water, facing the side of their face, there was a tear mole dotted under her eyes, and it was also lit up. The whole flower face is amazing at first glance, refined at second glance, and unforgettable at third glance.

The woman is tall and graceful, and she is standing in a corner outside the gate at the moment, but she has attracted the attention of many people, and the eyes of the passing men unconsciously glance at her.

Li Jinshu saw the stunning woman's side face clearly, and was slightly taken aback, "Siblings and sisters of concubine Ling..."

Chapter 228 Stop, let go of my husband!

Outside the gate of Linlu Academy, for some reason, the original noisy voice gradually became quieter, maintaining a suitable level of neither noisy nor silent.

The atmosphere began to slowly become a little strange.

The academy scholars and Mochi students who came and went began to walk steadily, with light movements, and their demeanor became more dignified and refined.

And when some groups of people pass by the concierge outside the gate, most of them have calm expressions and soft-spoken words in tacit understanding, and they no longer make loud noises and laughter.

It seems to be afraid of some abrupt scenery, or leaving a bad impression on a certain beautiful woman.

At this moment, Li Jinshu and the others were like this. The casual chatting and laughing gesture in front of the academy gate just a moment ago was no longer there, and there was even a moment of silence among the crowd.

The scholar surnamed Cheng stared blankly at the Ruyi woman who was "on the side of the water" not far away.

The woman is wearing a Lanyuan Yuebai pipa jin top, a soft silver lily skirt, and light pink embroidered shoes with a pattern of two butterflies and love flowers. She is small and exquisite, as if to withstand the deep autumn cold. In addition to the matching of this set of tops and bottoms, there is also a lotus blue silk smock, which is exquisite and elegant.

There are no extra ornaments on the woman, but Rujuan's blue hair is pulled up high, and a jadeite jade hairpin is inserted, but in the eyes of the knowledgeable and wealthy men like Cheng surnamed around, the so-called "blue silk with beautiful hairpin" The jadeite jade hairpin on her temples looks very ordinary in style and material, it is a common thing, and it seems that it does not match her beautiful black hair.

But the men who looked at it quietly felt that the finishing touch was that the end of the emerald jade hairpin, with purple tassels hanging down, suddenly turned into an elegant walking swing, which would sway with the lotus steps, lifelike.

And the tassels paired with ordinary jade hairpins are also very peculiar, exuding a hazy and dreamy purple halo, automatic without wind, and elegant and immortal.

Wearing a jade hairpin with exquisite purple fringe, she is like a graceful lady strolling in the Book of Poetry, which is fascinating, but the woman's cold and long eyes make her look like a graceful, pure and pure lotus flower, making her daunting , a sense of alienation that can be seen from a distance and not played with.

If strange men were glanced at by her cold eyes, few would dare to keep looking at each other.

The scholar surnamed Cheng stared at the beautiful figure in a daze for a moment, and suddenly came back to his senses. He quickly turned his eyes away, thinking to himself, "Look at no evil", and try not to look at it any more.

After all, this stunning woman who forgets what she sees is already coiled up, and now she is asking and waiting at the gatehouse of this academy. As long as she is not a self-deceiving person, it is obvious that she is a gentleman's wife, but, I don’t know the woman’s identity. Which Confucian scholar in the academy is my husband, who has such a beautiful peach blossom...

Thinking of how he couldn't move his eyes when they first met, the scholar Cheng surnamed felt a little guilty. He glanced around, and suddenly found that the companions around him seemed to be the same as him, and their attention was more or less attracted by that woman, and no one paid attention to her. The scholar surnamed Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, even though their eyes stayed there, the group of people was gradually walking away.

The scholar surnamed Xu reluctantly withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand to touch his round face, he turned his head to the scholar surnamed Cheng and said enviously:

"This fairy has some sharp sword energy that can't be hidden. It's probably a sword cultivator who has already cultivated spiritual energy. It's just that such a young female sword cultivator must be a certain genius in the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion. I don't know. It’s He Fangming, hey, forget it, it’s already a celebrity, and it’s probably another pair of talented men and beautiful women.”

The scholar surnamed Xu had a regretful tone, he paused, and then said again: "Hey, Brother Li, Brother Cheng, do you know this fairy? Among us scholars, there is already a marriage, and the lady is from the Taiqing Mansion I know all the seniors of the woman, and I have seen them in the past few years, but I don’t remember that there is such a number one person, could it be the seeds of those few who have never seen the end of the book?”

The scholar surnamed Cheng shook his head, "I don't know, I can ask at the poetry meeting later."

Li Jinshu suddenly said: "Brother Cheng, Brother Xu, I suddenly remembered that there is an urgent matter today, I have to deal with it immediately, I am really sorry, I can only leave first, ahem, the brothers I brought, please trouble the two of you first Brother Nian took it to the Poetry Club and helped to take care of it, and I will definitely come to thank you in the next day."

The scholar surnamed Cheng was a little embarrassed, "Brother Li, Mr. Yan has repeatedly told us to bring you to the Denggao Poetry Contest."

Li Jinshu coughed lightly, "It's okay, my business is really important, I will explain to the teacher later, he won't blame you, the two young brothers leave."

After saying that, he cupped his hands to the two people beside him, gave some advice to the juniors brought behind him, and then turned back to Lin Lu Academy.

Behind him, the scholars surnamed Cheng and the scholars surnamed Xu looked at each other.

……

Concubine Zhao Ling deliberately didn't wear the chest-length skirt that Brother Rong likes today.

She knew he liked it, because Concubine Zhao Ling often saw Brother Rong's eyes sneaking somewhere.

But she still decided to wear some other favorite clothes that have been pressed in the closet for a long time to meet him, maybe Brother Rong would like it more?

Having not lived together for many years, Concubine Zhao Ling wanted to show her best side to her husband, so she couldn't make him get bored.

Brother Rong should like it, well, he must like it.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled lightly.

She deliberately found out that today is the holiday of Linlu Academy, Mochi Academy where Brother Rong is located will give students a day off, so Concubine Zhao Ling specially asked for a day off at Xiaoyao Mansion to come to see him.

Concubine Zhao Ling started to prepare very early. Qian'er has been outside for a long time and has not come back. The kitchen in Qinglianxuan has not been opened for a long time. It took her a lot of time to clean up. Later, she learned how to cook porridge and cooked a lot It was only the second time that she was satisfied.

And today Concubine Zhao Ling stopped her practice in the early morning, carefully boiled a bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, and then took the time to dress up, and after careful preparations, she went out at dawn and left the Taiqing Mansion.

At this moment, she rushed to Lin Lu Academy and came to wait at the door. It was four o'clock in the morning, when the academy students finished their morning reading regardless of holidays, they were studying on an empty stomach, at this time, Brother Rong should be hungry.

And now it is autumn cold again, and the coolness seeps into people in the morning.

Concubine Zhao Ling squinted her eyes lightly. If she suddenly appeared and gave Brother Rong a surprise, holding a bowl of hot glutinous rice porridge with lotus seeds in front of him with both hands, Brother Rong should be warm after drinking it on an empty stomach, right?

Be it body or mind.

Concubine Zhao Ling wanted to fill him up.

Thinking of this, the desolate woman in front of the concierge of Lin Lu Academy bowed her head gently, her lips curled up, like a piece of pink and white petals falling on a pool of mirror-like spring water, with curving curves and rippling ripples.

She rolled up her hair of blue silk and shook the beautiful hairpin. The "clean" and hanging tassels seemed to have sensed the mood of the hostess, and they swayed automatically without wind.

Qing Jing was swinging on the swing next to Concubine Zhao Ling's profile, and the faint rosy glow on her cheeks was covered by a hazy purple halo, making the woman's face look like a dream.

Concubine Zhao Ling's tenderness in lowering her head, and her indistinct beauty, happened to fall into the eyes of the Confucian students in the academy who walked around slowly and quietly.

Many men even simply stopped in their tracks and stared straight at the dreamy fairy who was looming thousands of miles away.

But there are no Confucian scholars who dare to take the liberty to step forward.

In the early morning, outside the gate of Lin Lu Academy, it became quieter, so the sounds and movements became "quietly".

Concubine Zhao Ling was of course aware of the countless gazes from all directions, but she was used to it like thousands of times before, and she didn't care.