i have a sword fairy

He frowned and thought about it.

Intuition told him that he would suffer chaos when he stopped and continued, and it was wise for a strong man to cut his wrists.

However, for some reason, Zhao Rong paused again and again when the words came to his lips.

He turned his head and glanced at the quiet and beautiful flower garden behind Jingzi.

After hesitating again and again, Zhao Rong said seriously: "Talk to Mr. Zhu for me, thank you for giving me Zhengguan well water these days, I have gained a lot, but I don't need it now, and I won't bother you once every three days in the future Mister."

In the flowerbed, a crumpled gardening book fell beside the woman's skirt.

A certain female gentleman who was well-known inside and outside the academy had a strange paleness in his eyes.

But at this moment, Zhao Rong's voice came again to the flower garden where the temperature was plummeting:

"However, go and tell her that the position of teaching assistant in the book art class is not for the next job, so I will continue to be in charge first. I promised her that I would do my best to help her on the road of book art. Although it seems that I am overwhelmed, but this The promise is still valid, and we will do our best and will not breach the contract."

"The position of teaching assistant for the book art class is also convenient for coming to find Mr. Zhu after I leave, so as to prevent some gossip, but the practice of drinking tea once every three days will come here first."

In the flower garden, a female student opened her eyes.

She took a deep breath, and then hurriedly picked up the lost books beside the skirt, but because the skirt she was wearing was too close-fitting and unconstrained, it was a difficult problem to bend over, and she couldn't even squeeze it... She had no choice but to grab it with empty hands, He took the book into his hand and patted the ashes.

It's just that the eyes of this big-breasted female gentleman were not on the book during the whole process.

Outside, Jing Zi nodded, and went directly back to the flower garden behind her, acting as a microphone for the tool man.

After the little girl returned, she found that something was wrong again.

She was surprised: "Sir, you... what are you doing? Didn't you say that you don't drink tea in the afternoon?"

"I'm thirsty, can't I take a sip? Isn't it all water, just quench your thirst."

"Then... then this tea is cold, you still drink it."

"Isn't cold tea more thirst-quenching? Sometimes only after drinking herbal tea can you understand the short-lived value of tea when it's hot. Herbal tea is good."

"But the herbal tea is bitter."

"It's good to be bitter, the sweetness of the bitterness, the sweetness of the bitterness... the sweetness of the bitterness!" Zhu Yourong held the teacup in his hand, narrowed his eyes and savored it carefully, "You are still too young to understand. If I can return the sweetness, no matter how bitter the tea is, I will drink it again." How can you not drink?"

Jingzi: ...

Remember that's not what you said just now.

Also, too small?

Jingzi bowed her head and thought about her hometown.

Mr. Doubt was implicating her.

And the little girl feels that my husband, you are speaking more and more philosophically, and it seems that she is communicating across frequency, I always feel that it is not for her to hear alone...

The little girl stopped looking at her feet, she raised her head, got back to business, and repeated what Zhao Rong had said.

"Outside Mr. Zhao said..."

Zhu Yourong didn't interrupt, she squinted her eyes with a smile, sipped the cup of bitter tea that was gradually sweetening, listened to it again, and nodded.

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Chapter 668 Don't Give It To You

After Jingzi finished retelling, she angrily packed up the grievances for Zhu Yourong.

"Sir, how do you reply to him? This kid seems to be a little clueless. He dares to take tea from your husband. I don't know if my husband is being careful..."

Zhu Yourong turned her head, "Huh?"

Jingzi immediately swallowed the words and changed her words, "...A gentle lady who carefully takes care of other people's feelings? Huh, he is just bullying Mr. Goodness, Mr. finally begged for a batch of Zhengguan well water, but he failed Mr. goodwill in vain .If he doesn’t want to drink it, he’ll pull it down, let’s just pour it out, and we won’t give it to him to water the fields!”

Zhu Yourong nodded, "Indeed, that's fine, just reply him like this."

"..." Jing Zi was dubious, "Is it true, sir, do you really want me to reply like this?"

Zhu Yourong smiled and touched the head of her little schoolboy: "It's still my Jingzi who loves Mr. Jingzi, it's okay, just reply like this, let's see if he dares to say anything."

"Hee hee, okay, then I'll go and reply to him, and I'm finally relieved. But, sir..." The orchid spirit who had been greedy for a long time turned his head and told him like a little adult: "Anyway, he doesn't drink, wait a minute Give me a taste of this well water, I’ve wanted to taste it for a long time, but you didn’t give it to me, saying you wanted to keep your promise or something, anyway, the guy outside doesn’t want it now, so it’s better to make it cheaper for me..."

Zhu Yourong smiled and said nothing, holding the cup and staring at the flowers and plants in front of her in a trance, after a while, she said 'oh' softly, not sure if she listened or not.

Jingzi went out to reply contentedly.

Outside the flower garden, Zhao Rong finally waited until the little girl came out.

The latter walked out slowly with his two little hands behind his back.

Zhao Rong didn't expect that at such a young age, she would walk out with a step that her relatives would not recognize, and she was even more demon-like than the fierce Su Xiaoxiao.

Jing Zi moved the stool, placed it in front of Zhao Rong, and stood up in front of him, as tall as Zhao Rong. She lifted the minibus to look at the sky, and occasionally glanced at Zhao Rong pretending to be careless, as if waiting for another wearing something.

This reminded Zhao Rong of the arrogance and domineering when he first met outside the academy gate.

It's just that this time, Zhao Rong, who was already familiar with her, only felt a little cute and cute.

"What are you laughing at?" Jing Zi glared at him.

Zhao Rong also cooperated with her, and took the initiative to say: "Miss Jingzi, can Mr. Zhu answer?"

"Oh, you said that." Jingzi thought for a while, then nodded, "There are."

Zhao Rong looked at her intently.

Jingzi: "Oh."

Zhao Rong was puzzled: "What?"

Jing Zi blinked and looked at him: "'Oh', my husband was sipping tea and reading at that time, and after taking time out of his busy schedule to listen to what you said, she nodded indifferently and replied 'Oh', Isn't that enough? Do you want a few more words?"

Zhao Rong: ...

"Uh, enough, enough," he sighed.

Jing Zi rolled her eyes at Zhao Rong again, and said decisively: "But after Mr. finished answering your words, he turned his head and said nine more words to me!"

Zhao Rong cooperated with Qinger.

Jingzi squeezed her throat, imitating Zhu Yourong's calm tone: "Go and pour out that batch of new well water."

"..."

Jing Zi asked earnestly: "How is it, is Mr. Zhao satisfied?"

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, feeling a pain in his flesh.

A full batch of Zhengguan well water, I don't know how much spiritual energy it contains, and it just slipped away from my eyes, I don't know if it really fell down... In other words, Zhu Yourong is really angry?But don't waste it, it would be nice to splash it on him...

No matter how he guessed, the matter has come to this point, there is no way to turn back, and now he needs to obtain dragon energy from other channels.

"Hey, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come..."

Zhao Rong said something in his heart, shook his head, then bid farewell to Jingzi, turned his head and put down his hands towards the quiet flower garden, turned and left.

Jing Zi, with a small face and serious face throughout the whole process, stood on tiptoe to look at the back of Zhao Rong's departure, then immediately broke his face, smiled, and jumped off the stool.

"What a fool, you dare to take the initiative to make your husband angry, and you don't even take a sip of tea, now the well water is mine~"

Jingzi bounced back to the flower garden.

However, it was found that there was no one in the flower garden, and the original tea set and well water were also put away.

"Hey, what about sir?"

At this time, Zhu Yourong was wearing an elegant Confucian shirt, and came out from the study deep in the flower garden. As she walked, she raised her hands, stretched them behind her head, and carefully tied her hair into a Confucian crown.

She has re-encircled her chest and returned to her former Confucian attire.

Jing Zi ran around today's ever-changing Mr., frowned and asked, "Sir, why did you change back to this dress? The dress I picked out for you all morning is very nice."

"It's pretty, but I'm going out, so I can't wear it outside."

"Why?" The little girl who likes to show off nodded earnestly: "If I have the conditions like my husband, I will look at the sky when I walk!"

"The little braid is up in the sky, don't look at the road, right?"

"Why do you look at the road? Shouldn't the road look at me? Who dares not give way?"

Zhu Yourong took out a book cap, put it on her little head, and walked past her.

Jingzi also heard what seemed to be humming in the mouth of the husband.

She turned around and asked:

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Walk around, don't follow me."

He was rejected before he could say anything, Jingzi pouted, and suddenly thought of something important, he said anxiously: "Sir, where is the new well water, give me a taste!"

Zhu Yourong didn't turn her head back and said: "Didn't I say I listened to you, I fell for the teacher."

"..."

The blue-clothed girl's face collapsed, and she shut herself off.

The big-breasted female gentleman smiled and left with the well water.

……

Zhao Rong didn't immediately go to the old Jijiu.

He went back to Dongli Xiaozhu first, and after resting for more than half an hour, he reckoned that all the students in the academy should have finished their exams before going out slowly.

Zhao Rong returned to the Mochi Academy, walked through the long corridor, and went to the pavilion named Tingchaoxuan in the back mountain.

Lao Jijiu often fishes and plays chess here.

When Zhao Rong arrived, he saw the back of the old man fishing in coir raincoat and bamboo hat on the first floor of the water pavilion.

There was no one around, only the late evening sun falling at the feet, and the sound of the wind blowing the leaves against the ears.

Zhao Rong didn't have any worries, and went in directly, and sat next to the old Jijiu.

The two sat together by the lake.

The old man held the fishing rod in his hand and waited quietly for the fish to take the bait. The young man grabbed a handful of feed and threw it in the lake from time to time.

"I heard that someone was the first to leave after the exam this afternoon."

"Don't hear about it, it's just me."

The old man sighed: "Young people are awesome."

"It will be scary later, Mr. Jijiu, as the pillar of the academy, I feel the pressure, so I beg you to do something."

"The academy still owes you justice and compensation. The former cannot give you an exact date for the time being, but the latter, you can mention it casually, and the old man can give you advice."

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, raised all the fodder in his palm into the lake, patted the residue, and said sincerely, "Mr. .”

The old Jijiu laughed and shook his head, "You are eloquent, and more interesting than many juniors in the academy. Come on, don't be tricky, tell me your request, I will help you if you can, and if you can't, I will also point out how many things you can do. Someone who can help."

Zhao Rong said directly: "How much Zhengguan well water can the academy provide me, or how much Zhengguan well water can be exchanged for the compensation the academy gave me?"

"Water from Zhengguan Well?"

"Yes."

After hearing the words, the old Jijiu didn't look at Zhao Rong, and didn't speak. He looked at the fishing rod quietly for a while, and said suddenly, "What you need is not the well water itself, but something contained in it, right?"

Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed.

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Chapter 669 Definitely Next Time

It may be because the old Jijiu surnamed Meng in front of him looks so much like an ordinary retired old man that Zhao Rong almost forgot that he is one of the six gentlemen of Linlu Academy.

The six people are only under the head of the mountain, and they are all the pillars of the superstructure of Linlu Academy.

Although in a small continent like Wangque, it is impossible for the six gentlemen of the Confucian Academy to be all real "gentlemen", some of them just hold a symbolic title.

But those who can get to this position and still take care of themselves for the elderly are not idlers.

In a short breath, Zhao Rong smiled and nodded without hesitation, "That's right, Mr. Jijiu is really sharp-eyed and predicts things like a god."