i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and passed one of the cucumbers in his hand to Han Wenfu.

The latter pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, but didn't answer.

Zhao Rong blinked, and didn't feel embarrassed, and moved the hand holding the cucumber with an arc, and handed it to another person, "Brother, do you want to try it, our special product of Dongli Xiaozhu."

The brother smiled and waved his hand.

Pass it to another person, this time it is Gu Yiwu. He stared at Zhao Rong's smiling face and reached out to take it.

Zhao Rong glanced at him, then smiled and took a cucumber and handed it to the other seniors.

It's just that no one answered, and they all waved their hands apologetically and smiled.

Finally, Qinggua came to Yu Huaijin.

"Here."

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and pursed his lips.

Yu Huaijin was expressionless, shaking her head with her hand.

Zhao Rong squeezed his eyebrows and gave her a look.

Yu Huaijin kept a straight face and ignored him.

Zhao Rong frowned, and said sincerely: "What's the matter, don't you like to eat cucumbers? Last time, we took out so many cucumbers from our Dongli Xiaozhu. Don't think I don't know, I counted them on purpose. It's too much... I don't have enough to eat. Now take this one quickly! We don't have much in the field."

"..." Yu Huaijin.

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell into a deathly silence.

Han Wenfu, Gu Yiwu and the others couldn't help but look sideways at a certain old-fashioned woman.

Strange eyes.

Yu Huaijin stared at the silent Zhao Rong with slightly opened eyes. If her gaze could be turned into a real sword, then Zhao Rong would definitely live well. I'm not spreading rumors, it's just an expression of truth, supported by a skin thicker than a city wall, I'm afraid of this old-fashioned woman in front of me who is not skilled in staring at people or staring at women, and has no lethality.

On the court, where the men couldn't see, Yu Huaijin's two white jade hands hidden in his sleeves were facing each other and were tightly twisted together.

She stared up and down at Zhao Rong carefully, the latter blinked, and passed the cucumber forward again as a gesture.

Exploring wildly on the edge of not fearing death.

He definitely did it on purpose.

Yu Huaijin nodded seriously, pulled his hand out of his sleeve, grabbed the cucumber that was lingering in front of him, and snatched it away.

Immediately, she took a deep breath, her expression calmed down, and she glanced at the strange-looking people, especially Han Wenfu who stared at her with wide eyes.

Yu Huaijin sighed slightly in her heart, but immediately she was a little annoyed at a faceless person. Suddenly, she walked towards Han Wenfu, twisted the ink heart vermilion fruit in the brocade box that was not closed, Nodding seriously, "Thank you Brother Han."

At the end of the sentence, the old-fashioned woman did not thank someone for the cucumber, but kept a straight face, ignoring a certain 'student surnamed Zhao', and left the waiting booth.

Looking at her thin back, the men in the pavilion looked at each other, and finally all their eyes focused on Zhao Rong, who seemed to be the culprit.

Zhao Rong stretched out a finger, scratched the tip of his nose, and coughed, "Well, Mr. Zhu is looking for me, I'll go first."

He spoke extremely fast, and left the waiting booth quickly without waiting for other people to react.

Gu Yiwu and the other seniors were left behind, speechless in a daze.

As for Han Wenfu, ever since Yu Huaijin caught him off guard and took the well-prepared ink heart vermilion fruit, his expression froze. At this moment, Han Wenfu gritted his teeth and stared straight at it. Zhao Rong's back after eating another vermilion fruit...

Chapter 262 I... like it all

After Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong left one after another.

The men in the waiting booth became agitated. Seeing Zhao Rong's back gradually going away and entering the flower garden, he hesitated and wanted to keep up.

Han Wenfu's eyes were even redder, he clutched his sleeves hard, his fingers turned white.

"Uh, Brother Han, are you okay?"

Gu Yiwu looked sideways at Han Wenfu a few times, with a tone of 'concern'.

Han Wenfu ignored him.

No, you must chase it back!Don't let Huaijin eat this vermilion fruit too!

In the next second, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, leaned forward, and strode out of the pavilion.

Han Wenfu suddenly panicked, feeling like he was about to be put on something strange that was difficult to take off, and it seemed that he had put it on himself... This made him even more panicked.

They were a pair of strange ink-heart vermilion fruits. After Yu Huaijin declined silently, Han Wenfu was going to give up. After all, the pair of fruits would not last long. Later, the guy named Zhao Ziyu asked for a taste. After thinking about it, he gave it, it was not easy to refuse, but he also thought about whether he should go back and give the other one to something interesting to eat, just for fun... The result!After Huai Jin took that cucumber, she came back to take the remaining vermilion fruit!

Han Wenfu wanted to cry but didn't, and his pace became more hurried.

Seeing this, the other four seniors in the booth looked at each other and quickly followed.

At this moment, a small figure suddenly jumped out of the flowers beside the road, blocking the front of Han Wenfu who was leading the way.

Jingzi looked back at the direction where Zhao Rong left just now with some fear, and patted Zhu Yourong's chest with her little hand, fortunately, she flashed so fast...

The girl in blue breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and saw Han Wenfu, Gu Yiwu and others walking towards them.

She stared.

To rebel.

Everyone's footsteps stopped suddenly.

When Han Wenfu saw this aunt appearing suddenly again, he complained unceasingly. He looked in the direction of the flower garden with a hasty expression between his brows, "Miss Jingzi, I have something urgent..."

"Go back, wait in the waiting booth, don't run around." Jing Zi made a small face.

"But... no... That Zhao Ziyu, look..." Han Wenfu spoke eagerly.

"What Zhao, what Yu, why didn't this girl see it, if she didn't see it, she didn't see it, you guys go back quickly."

Jing Zi waved a small hand.

"Miss Jingzi."

Jing Zi put her hands on her hips, "Huh?"

"..."

Not long after, the 'rebellion' was suppressed by a girl in blue again, and everyone returned to the pavilion angrily.

Jingzi helped her and slipped off her book cap naughtily, and looked around at the men in the pavilion, her eyes were fierce, like a little wild cat facing a guy who invaded the territory, with some warning meaning, afterward, she recited body, looking out of the pavilion with hands behind their backs.

However, as soon as she turned her head away, her little face collapsed.

Jingzi remembered what her husband had told her in every possible way just now, her eyes sparkled and her lips pursed.

……

When Yu Huaijin walked into the fragrant orchid garden with a straight face, Zhu Yourong, who had been writing all night with a firefly pouch, just stopped writing.

In the flowerbed.

On a small and elegant desk, a pot of orchid tea mixed with morning dew and orchids is being brewed. Apart from a few teacups, there is also the word '正' written by someone on the desk.

In front of a clump of orchids next to the small table, a graceful and slender woman in Confucian shirt is bending over, watering with a ladle, her profile is full of concentration.

"Good morning, sir."

Yu Huaijin saluted.

Zhu Yourong slowly put down the buddy in his hand, turned around in a blink of an eye, and glanced at the expressionless expression on his disciple's face.

She smiled at Yan Yan: "Well, my Xuanji is actually angry."

Yu Huaijin lowered her eyes, "No, sir, I was joking."

Zhu Yourong turned around with a smile on her face, even though her disciple kept a straight face all day long, there was a difference between when he was angry and when he was not angry, especially in the eyes of a familiar person like her, only angry but very rarely It's a little rare.

Zhu Yourong poured the remaining morning dew in the wooden ladle on another Qianqianyu hand, cleaned it, then took out a piece of sea blue silk towel and wiped the five onion fingers, after a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled and said: "Is it Mr. Zhao? "

Yu Huaijin didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes to the cucumber in his hand.

After Zhu Yourong washed her hands, she walked back to the table, sat down on her knees, her waist straightened, and her posture was elegant. She stretched out her hand to signal the empty seat opposite the table, "Xuanji, sit down."

Yu Huaijin bowed and sat down without speaking.

Zhu Yourong lifted the teapot and shook it lightly, then turned her head to look at the disciple who was staring at her.

"Xuanji wants to say, how did you know as a teacher, didn't you?"

Yu Huaijin withdrew her gaze, pursed her lips, and put the cucumber in her hand on the case table together with the little red fruit that she was embarrassed not to accept.

She turned her eyes to the lower right, staring at the framed word '正' on the mahogany tabletop, without saying a word.

Seeing this, the woman in Confucian shirt couldn't help laughing, "I just think that in the academy, except for Mr. Zhao, who is out of temper, rash and mysterious, no one should be able to make you angry. His face was written all over his face early in the morning." Not happy."

She carried a pot for this close disciple, poured a cup of orchid tea full of morning flavor, bathed in the morning dew of the dawn, the orchid petals washed by autumn frost, the teacup with the morning chill on the wall, and sitting in the early morning sun An elegant man drinking tea.

The second daughter, a pair of master and apprentice, sat opposite each other, following the tea ceremony etiquette, holding a cup of tea.

Yu Huaijin picked up the teacup, stared at the orchid petals floating and said tea noodles, then she couldn't help but tilt her head, glanced at the word 'positive' written by the person that made her have to sigh, and fell silent for a moment.

"He doesn't look like a gentleman at all, he's not upright at all, I... don't like him."

she says.

Zhu Yourong's hand raising the teacup paused slightly, then resumed immediately, without looking at his disciples, "Oh, then ignore Mr. Zhao from now on, and don't talk to him."

Yu Huaijin raised her head, staring intently at the respected gentleman who was also the preacher who led her into Confucianism, and opened her lips and teeth, "Where is the gentleman?"

"Me?" Zhu Yourong took a sip of tea, "I think Mr. Zhao is pretty good..."

She put down the teacup, thought of something, suddenly smiled, raised her head to meet the eyes of the rigid disciple opposite, and said with a smile: "I think, I think, Mr. Zhao is very interesting, people are as interesting as words, I... like very much."

Yu Huaijin was slightly startled, and then fell silent.

The liking they said just now meant the same thing, the two had a tacit understanding, not the kind of liking between a man and a woman.

But, even so.

Yu Huaijin nodded: "Okay, sir is sir, and students are students."

Zhu Yourong smiled.

However, Yu Huaijin paused and emphasized again: "However, a gentleman must also be a gentleman, and a student must also be a student."

Zhu Yourong was silent.

The two sentences have different meanings.

The old-fashioned woman said with a serious look: "Zhao Ziyu and I are both students of the master."

At the table, there was silence for a while, only the curling tea smoke remained the same.

After three breaths of silence, the woman in Confucian shirt lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and tapped her head lightly, "Of course."

Yu Huaijin's grip on the teacup was slightly loose.

Afterwards, the banquet continued to be quiet, and no one spoke for a while, and each raised a cup to drink tea, or tilted their heads to admire the orchids.

The two are too familiar.

Familiar with nothing to say.

Chapter 263 Mr. Zhao?

In the flowerbed sprinkled by the morning sun.

Zhu Yourong looked at the disciple who was still silent on the opposite side, lightly lifted the hand that put down the teacup, but put it down again, she couldn't help but want to rub Yu Huaijin's head with the man's hair tied at the temples, but she knew that the disciple would definitely angry.

Zhu Yourong was slightly dazed, then turned around and smiled dumbly.

She remembered that when she was brought to that unknown place by those people for the first time, when she saw "Xiaoyu Xuanji" for the first time, she felt very kind.

Kindness with origin.

At a young age, with a short stature, wearing those elaborate and complicated costumes with cumbersome accessories, he can't even see most of his face, almost covering his eyes, but his waist is straight, Revealing that seriousness was written in his pupils, he stared at Zhu Yourong's eyes seriously, and saluted her sternly.

The first time Zhu Yourong saw her, she decided to take her out, even though Zhu Yourong had no right to choose in this matter, but was chosen.

But that's what she thinks, it's not pity and sympathy for this little girl who doesn't say a word and obeys the ancient etiquette to the point of being boring, but kindness and liking, and wants to take her out to see the outside world, but Not all the time in a place where the dust of history accumulated on just one roof tile is heavy and breathless.

When the adults left for the two of them to be alone for a while, Zhu Yourong still remembered that this person was clearly not the first heir of the unknowable land, but was regarded by everyone there as the apple of the eye, even more important than the first heir. Like an 'outsider' old-fashioned little girl, she had been silent before, but after the adults all retreated, when everything was silent, she suddenly spoke out, and Zhu Yourong thought it should be her voice, because there could be no one around. two people.

Xiaoyu Xuanji's voice has some crisp voices unique to little girls, but it is also a little hoarse and empty, mixed with some muffled feeling of gauze covering the lips and teeth when speaking, it is very contradictory and complicated, it is completely different from now, the reason why I remember so much, It is because the memory of the first meeting is still fresh.