i have a sword fairy

A pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and a pair of small white tiger teeth showed at the corners of her lips. It seemed that she noticed that Zhao Rong's eyes had stopped on her own little tiger teeth, and she hurriedly raised her hand to cover herself. With a small mouth, wide eyes, and an expression like you didn't see anything just now.

Zhao Rong: "..."

The Great Chu changed Confucianism into National Learning in the hands of the former emperor, abandoning the legalist school that had been followed for a hundred years. Now Confucian etiquette is gradually gaining popularity, and the rich and powerful people pay attention to the etiquette of women not showing their teeth and wearing skirts.

Therefore, the former Zhao Rong always disliked her indecent appearance, but the current Zhao Rong...

I just thought she was so cute.

Chapter 5 Leaving Hearts and Going to Autumn

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly.

He raised his hand to touch her head, but when he thought about it, it felt inappropriate, so he changed his touch to a tick, and lightly scratched the tip of her delicate nose.

Although she was really disturbed by this quirky little girl these days, she was the only person who was willing to be close to him after she came to this world.

He has always felt that there are two kinds of people in this world that cannot be let down, one is those who love him, and the other is those who hate him.

The little girl was stunned, her face flushed, she hurriedly turned around, snatched the clothes and copper basins carried by the two accompanying maids, lowered her head to avoid the man in front of her, and hurried into the house.

Brother Rong Er really changed, changed, changed, became strange, and a little annoying...

Seeing this, Zhao Rong clenched his fists and coughed lightly, smiled apologetically at the two stunned maids, and gently closed the door.

Turning her head to look for it, Qian'er was standing busy in front of the wash basin in the room with her head down, with her back to him, with a slender figure.

As Zhao Rong walked towards her, he said casually, "Why are you here so late today, why don't you escort me to the morning exercise?"

Qian'er turned around, the blush on her face had faded, she smiled slightly and said:

"Today is the [-]th birthday of the old lady. I accompanied the lady in the kitchen to make longevity noodles. The old lady loves to eat the noodles made by the lady."

After she finished speaking, she handed the wooden brush that had been squeezed with the ointment in her hand to Zhao Rong.

"It's no wonder that I said that the other two days were so lively with people coming and going, and I thought it was some kind of festival."

He took the toothbrush-like thing and washed it in front of the copper basin.

"Brother Rong'er, would you like to make a bowl of longevity noodles as well?" Qian'er asked tentatively.

He looked back at her, saw that she looked serious, and shook his head quickly.

Make noodles?Are you kidding me, instant noodles?I'm good at this, the old altar sauerkraut flavor.

"Don't go! The gentleman is far away from the kitchen."

Seeing his rejection, Qian'er pursed her lips.You made it for me and the young lady when you were young, and have you really forgotten who the old lady shares the same birthday as? !

Suddenly, her eyes rolled and she smiled slyly.

"Brother Rong~"

"uh-huh."

She hurriedly handed over the hot tea in her hand, and Zhao Rong took it and rinsed his mouth.

"Do you know what day it is today?"

"I don't know... it won't be your birthday, will it?"

He took the hot kerchief handed by the little girl and wiped his face.

Ah, it's so comfortable. Is this the life of a rich kid in the evil feudal society? Why do I feel no more guilt now?Alas, still fallen.

In fact, he refused at first. He is a modern person who is accustomed to this kind of luxurious life where people are waiting for clothes, mouths, and washes, but under Qianer's strong insistence, he was forced to join.

If you don't have a habit, make a habit...

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that Qian'er seemed to be silent, took off the towel on his face, and took a look.

I saw Qian'er looking at herself strangely.Something on my face?

"Well~ today is also Qian'er's birthday." She looked away, lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes, and said with some guilt.

"Hey, what a coincidence." Zhao Rong said in surprise. "Then let's celebrate!"

He walked back and forth and thought about it, "How about I take you out to play today? The Confucius Temple and Xishui Street are lively and there are a lot of things. Let's play and eat something delicious?"

In fact, he was planning to go to Guozijian today to visit the teacher of the Imperial College, but these can be postponed. After all, the birthday of the little girl is more important, and he had asked the teacher for a ten-day leave, which is only half of the past. Woolen cloth.

Qian'er's face was overjoyed, but she became sad again, and quickly waved her hand, "No, no, today is the old lady's birthday, I will go to help Miss later, there are many things, and..."

"Didn't Brother Rong'er say 'mourning parents, give birth to me'? Qian'er's parents are not here, so we can't have a lively birthday. Otherwise, why don't Rong'er make a bowl of longevity noodles for Qian'er!"

After speaking, she glanced at Zhao Rong again.

Auntie, I really can't make noodles.

Zhao Rong looked at her with a helpless look on her face, and the small appearance of pity was really unbearable.

"Qian'er, let me send you a birthday message." He suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Qian'er's eyes were bright and she said, "Brother Rong'er wants to write lyrics for me?"

"Help me research ink!" Zhao Rong frowned.

Seeing him so confident, Qian'er suddenly became suspicious.He murmured, "Brother Rong'er isn't trying to write limericks, right?"

However, the little girl hurriedly ran to get the inkstone and ink sticks to study the ink.

Zhao Rong went back to the bed and put on the clean Confucian shirt she just brought. After putting it on, he found that today's Confucian shirt seems a little strange.

The material is still luxurious and fine, but the sewing workmanship is obviously much worse than the one I wore before. Hey, why are the sleeves asymmetrical, which third-rate tailor made this?

He wondered for a while, but didn't take it to heart. After all, the clothes were just a little uncomfortable, but it was actually difficult for outsiders to tell.

He shook his head, straightened his clothes, tied his turban, took out the Xuan Bird Jade Poem plaque and hung it around his waist. After thinking about it, he took out a white handkerchief from under the pillow and stuffed it into his arms, then walked to the desk.

On the other side, Qian'er had already researched the ink and placed the rice paper and writing brush.

Zhao Rong came to the table, picked up a pen and dipped in ink, turned to look at the curious little girl beside him, smiled, and started writing.

In addition to the memory inherited from his original body, his calligraphy skills also include the learning when he joined the calligraphy club at the university.

Although the four years of college were very mixed and his grades were mediocre, calligraphy and ancient writing have always been his hobbies, and he even participated in the provincial calligraphy competition for two consecutive years.

This time he used Xingkai, he wanted to use Xingshu, but he was afraid that the little girl would not understand it, because the history of this world was different from what he was familiar with in his previous life. Calligraphy only developed into official script, cursive script and regular script, and there was no sign of Xingshu even appearing. ...

Qian'er's eyes widened as he watched him write dragons and snakes on the rice paper, in one go.It's a font she's never seen before, but she's not familiar with calligraphy, so she doesn't care too much.

"Fu Nishang · Happy Autumn" Qian'er's jade lips lightly parted.

Is there a name for this word?She tilted her little head.

Whether it was the Ziqi Pavilion where she stayed before or the holy place for cultivation in one state where geniuses gathered, she followed the young lady to participate in many poetry clubs and literary societies organized by her fellow brothers and sisters, and she also read many poetry collections.

After all, the ideas of the Dao of the hundreds of schools of thought are widely circulated in the mountains and have a huge impact. Most of the cultivation world has been involved in this Dao battle, and Confucianism is one of the three major schools of thought among the hundreds of schools, not to mention the The realm of practice named by Confucian saints...

Therefore, Confucianism is almost a must for most monks.

Maybe I just haven't seen it.She stuck out her tongue.Soon her attention was drawn to the words on the paper.

"Happy autumn. In the evening, the lotus flowers are decorated with dewdrops. The wind and sun are good, and several rows of new wild geese stick to the cold smoke.

The girl frowned slightly, her jade lips lightly parted.

"Holding the boat. Let's sing together to celebrate the birthday. Life is a hundred years old. Parting is easy, but we will meet difficulties... Parting is easy, and we will meet difficulties..."

For some reason, when she read this, she suddenly stopped and murmured repeatedly. After a while, she took a deep breath and continued to read.

"On days when there is nothing to do, there will be a feast for guests and friends. Xingshuang urges the green temples, the wind and dew caress the beauty... cherish Qinghuan. Why don't you, indulge yourself in front of the Jade Lord."

Just read the word.

She looked up at Zhao Rong, who was a head taller than her, biting her red lips lightly, her eyes flickering like stars.

Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to be brighter.There were no windows in the house, but there was a sudden breeze, the curtains flew, and the pages turned.

……

At the door of the Earl's Mansion, a tall old man who was examining the guests suddenly turned his head and glanced inside the door.

……

Somewhere on the corridor in the mansion, a man with a sword in his mouth, leaning on the porch and closing his eyes, slowly opened his eyes.

He muttered softly, tightened the sword in his arms again, and closed his eyes again.

……

"How? Do you like it?" Zhao Rong asked with a chuckle.

The girl didn't pay any attention to the slender flying sword in the heart lake that "understood the truth".She sniffed and said seriously, "Qian'er likes it very much."

A pearl fell from the corner of her eye, passed her pale cheeks with some baby fat, and finally stopped on the girl's pointed chin.

Zhao Rong was caught off guard.Didn't you still laugh a second ago, why did you suddenly cry?Is this the woman?very scary.

"Brother Rong'er, Miss and I are leaving today."

Zhao Rong was silent.

She stared at him.

"Are you going too?"

Chapter 6 The Master said Haoran

"Who told you I was leaving?"

"Everyone in the house knows it. They said that you asked the second young master to buy a cross-continental ferry ticket to Nanxiaoyaozhou."

"..."

Zhao Rong's head was full of black lines.

Good you Zhao Kuo, what about the good righteousness and tight-lippedness?At first, I was going to sneak away quietly, and now everyone in the whole government knows about it, but I was kept in the dark?

Qian'er sniffed and said, "Miss and I initially thought you wanted to go back to your hometown to visit relatives after the wedding, but you ended up arguing with Miss that night in your bridal room..."

Speaking of this, she slowly lowered her head and wringed her hands.

"And yesterday, when I was helping you organize things, I accidentally turned over your luggage... You took all the things that Aunt Liu left for you. Are you not going to come back?"

"...I don't want Miss and Qian'er anymore?"

After the atmosphere was quiet for a while, she suddenly raised her head and stared at Zhao Rong.

"Then why do you still send that letter to Miss? Do you know how happy Miss was after receiving the letter, and brought us back the same day, even the Qingyuntai Grand Competition in Taiqing House didn't attend the next day... "

Zhao Rong tilted his head, avoiding her gaze and staring at the word on the desk.

He didn't know what to say.

In fact, he didn't agree with the little girl's words. She was still immersed in the emotions of the three of them when she was a child - thinking that there was still a childhood sweetheart relationship between him and Zhao Lingfei.

However, people change.How many childhood sweethearts can finally come together?

Concubine Zhao Ling wanted to inherit the Duke of Jingnan's mansion, and he was just one reason for her not to marry. He didn't want to live a lifetime but wanted to be an emotionless tool person. He wanted to go out and take a good look at this bizarre world.

Is Zhao Lingfei beautiful?Of course beautiful!But she is also very cold, and the cold is prohibitive.

The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but your indifference is like a gap that makes those who love you insurmountable.

In the relationship between the two, any one's unilateral initiative is useless.

In short, Zhao Rong doesn't want to be a licking dog!

As for the letter, he had some impression that it was sent together with the letter from the house.

There is only one sentence above: flowers blooming on Mo, you can return slowly.

But he believed that this was not the main reason for Concubine Zhao Ling to return to the mansion. She should come back mainly for the [-]th birthday of the old lady, and the wedding with Zhao Rong was just an incidental arrangement of the old lady.

As for why the former self wrote this letter, it is estimated that he was thinking of getting married early, completing the mission of a tool person, and then running away.

Suddenly, he frowned, but quickly relaxed again.

The only thing that puzzles him a bit now is the jade card that Concubine Zhao Ling asked for him inexplicably that night, but now that he has a general understanding of the situation, the details are not important.

Alas, all this is easy to see, why doesn't the little girl understand?

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