Chapter 422 Zhao Rong: Would you like to have a meal together at night? (2)
"She's been peeking at you."
"You just like me when you look at me? Or maybe you are an enemy." Zhao Rong said with a smile.
The woman in Confucian shirt at the table lowered her eyes, nodded and whispered: "Even if it is an enemy, it will be an enemy that will haunt you for the rest of your life."
Zhao Rong didn't know what he thought of, and sighed in his heart. Beauty En felt uncomfortable.
"Besides, isn't this obvious? These matters between men and women have been the same throughout the ages, regardless of region or race?"
Zhu Yourong asked slowly, then raised her pen and continued to enjoy calligraphy, copying the words Zhao Rong had just added. At the same time, she continued:
"This little girl who is new to things can't hide anything in her eyes. All she sees is you."
Zhao Rong subconsciously wanted to ask where was the young girl who had been through the world for a long time? But he stopped the next second before the words came out of his mouth.
Because saying it felt like teasing her.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at the female college gentleman in front of the table, who seemed to be a close sister and relationship mentor, and was speechless for a moment.
Zhu Yourong seemed to feel his gaze and did not look at him. Instead, he continued to copy and write, as if waiting for him to speak and break the silence.
The two rarely lost their tacit understanding and didn't know what to say.
The atmosphere became a little awkward.
This was very rare in the past when we got along like bosom friends.
The air in the garden gradually became a little dead...
For Zhao Rong, although Zhu Yourong is separated by his status as a teacher, the two of them get along unexpectedly happily and relaxedly in private. During these days in the academy, coming to the Yilan Pavilion to have a cup of tea every few days is a rare relaxation for him.
when.
Although in Zhao Rong's eyes, he did not comment on some of Zhu Yourong's choices, he respected and admired them.
Moreover, as... a close friend, he felt that Zhu Yourong was very loyal...
At this time, Zhao Rong glanced at the woman in Confucian shirt who seemed to be concentrating on calligraphy at the table.
Therefore, as a man, he has the obligation to break the awkward situation and not remain silent in this situation.
"What have you been busy with recently?"
Zhao Rong suddenly smiled.
A certain female gentleman in a scholar's shirt seemed to let out a breath quietly.
Zhu Yourong continued to write a few more words, then gently put down the pen, "Write, raise orchids, and be in a daze."
When she said the last two words, she turned her eyes away slightly and did not look at the young Confucian scholar in front of her.
Zhao Rong pretended to sigh and said amusedly: "Do you, half-step Nascent Soul monks and Confucian academy gentlemen, lead such a simple and boring life?"
Zhu Yourong lowered his eyes to read the words, tucked a strand of hair behind his right ear, and smiled softly.
"Isn't this just living life? Then how do you think a half-step Nascent Soul monk should live? Is it possible to fight and kill all day long, wandering around the nine continents of cultivation world to kill people and steal treasures? Fight for resources and turn against relatives and friends?
Or is it like a grass snake with gray threads stretching thousands of miles, using the heaven and earth as a chessboard, and all living beings as ant chess pieces?"
"Then this is too tiring." Zhu Yourong shook his head, looked up at Zhao Rong, and said seriously:
"Every monk on the mountain is like this, living like a wild beast preying on the weak. Then who will preach?"
Zhao Rong thought for a while and nodded gently: "That's the truth. Not everyone is the protagonist in the storybook. They have wonderful experiences and people from all walks of life come one after another."
The woman in Confucian robes leaned on the desk and spoke carefully:
"Nascent Soul Taiyi, like the mortals at the foot of the mountain, has to live an honest life. The days are slow and dotted with wonderful and memorable moments. However, compared with ordinary mortals, the people, scenery and wonderful encounters seen while climbing are different.
It’s just a little more, but your life span is long, and you have to endure more boredom than ordinary people. Even practicing in seclusion is more boring than living in life..."
Zhao Rong listened quietly and smiled from time to time.
The atmosphere between the two seemed to be relaxed and agreeable again.
"I have been in seclusion several times. The time was not long. It was not like the previous monks who blinked for a period of time, which was only two years and seven months. It was the time when I hit the half-step Nascent Soul. You know that after I came out of the inedia retreat,
What is the one thing you want to do most when you open your eyes?"
Zhao Rong thought for a while and said seriously: "Scratch the itch on your back?"
Zhu Yourong didn't smile, but blinked at him, as if to say...cold or not?
Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed, and then he guessed seriously: "Okay, the first thing is... let out a long roar, soar into the sky, and let everyone in the surrounding area know that you will be the Nascent Soul in less than half a century.
Now, if you have some sense, why don't you come over quickly to celebrate and give me gifts?"
Zhu Yourong shook her head, but this time she was amused by the success.
"That means... if you want to write, half a step into the Nascent Soul is not worth mentioning?"
The woman in Confucian shirt picked up the pen again and wrote slowly, but then she shook her head.
"What is that?" Zhao Rong frowned.
He nodded, "I understand. The first thing you do when you open your eyes is to stretch."
Zhu Yourong smiled slightly and said directly:
"I'm going to eat, then take a good bath, and then have a nice sleep."
Zhao Rong has black lines all over his head.
Seemingly sensing that he was about to complain, Zhu Yourong said first:
"Yes. I have been free from hunger for a long time, and my body is very clean and dust-free, but I still feel hungry and uncomfortable.
"Three meals a day, bathing and sleeping have been like this since I was a child. It feels like an inseparable part of my life. If after practicing spiritual practice, life is missing them, it will not be like living."
Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed when he heard this.
His life schedule in the academy is quite irregular. Recently in Dali, if Xiao Qian'er was taking care of her so carefully, Zhao Rong would probably eat only one meal a day or not eat at all, and stay up all night reading...
Zhu Yourong turned to look at someone who was covering his mouth and coughing, and said slowly:
"When I first started practicing, I had a new and extraordinary mind-cultivating body. I could not eat, drink or sleep. But later I discovered... I was still busy messing around without sleeping when everything was quiet in the middle of the night. It was really idle. The sun was rising and the moon was rising.
Fall, the alternation of yin and yang, and the awakening and sleeping of living beings are the laws of heaven and earth. Why should monks disobey them?
"So unless there is a calligraphy that I like very much that I want to study and copy and I forget the time, I will rest on time. Besides..." The woman in Confucian shirt paused slightly, lowered her eyes and said, "Besides, sometimes I have some weird dreams.
It’s quite interesting.”
Zhao Rong didn't think too much, and glanced inwardly when he heard this.
Speaking of dreams, he has been having that strange landscape painting dream lately, which is really scary, especially the little girl with braids who is probably Yu Huaijin. She is very boring in her appearance, and Zhao Rong doesn't even want to sleep anymore.
Therefore, the few times he dreamed recently, he did not go to that square and weird school. Instead, he used the characteristics of ink and wash dreams outside to contact landscape painting to prepare for the painting skills assessment in the near future.
Zhao Rong was a little surprised to find that the effect was quite good...
"Ahem, I've learned a lesson, Mr. Zhu Da." Zhao Rong smiled and cupped his hands.
Zhu Yourong glared at him for being funny.
Then she asked with some concern about Zhao Rong's affairs in Dali.
The latter picked up some things and talked about them without going into depth.
At this time, Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong for a while: "Are you Fuyao?"
Zhao Rong put his hands behind his back, took two steps back and forth in a pretentious manner, and said seriously: "I have recently achieved great success."
The woman in Confucian robes looked solemn, cupped her hands and said, "Congratulations."
Zhao Rong waved his hand and said seriously: "Humble and humble."
As the words fell, the two looked at each other, blinked at each other, couldn't hold back, and suddenly laughed.
"Very cute." Smiling, Zhu Yourong suddenly said with a smile.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment and his face turned red, but he quickly realized that he was not talking about him.
Zhao Rong glanced at a certain little fox demon in the distance. It seemed that because he wanted Zhu Yourong to chat and laugh happily just now, she kept biting her lip and looking longingly with her big eyes...
Seeing him, the latter pretended not to care and turned away, not looking at him.
Zhao Rong turned around, smiled, and said to Zhu Yourong:
"Thank you for the compliment. But don't say it in front of this stupid girl. She doesn't like people saying she's cute. She always says 'poor and unloved'."
Zhu Yourong couldn't help but smile.
She turned her head and happened to catch the quiet eyes of a certain little fox demon.
Zhu Yourong glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, who was dodging in a hurry again, picked up the pen, and smiled while writing and drawing:
"Why, bring her here...is the little lady at home jealous? Want to declare her sovereignty?"
Zhao Rong spread his hands helplessly, "She is just a little coward, how dare you, the kind that makes her wake up early and cry for a long time and hit me with her nose if she doesn't want to sleep in..."
The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and his tone was unconsciously endearing.
Beside, the woman in Confucian shirt who was writing with her head down quietly stopped writing and glanced sideways.
At this time, Zhao Rong didn't realize this, but shook his head and said: "I brought her here. By the way, do you still remember the letter you asked Mr. Yan to send me when I was in Taiqing Mansion? I was so surprised by this little
The girl found out..."
Zhao Rong briefly talked about the ins and outs of what happened next to the bookshelf in the morning. After a pause, he apologized:
"Zhu Yourong, please explain it to me and this stupid girl later. I don't know how she pulled it out from the corner. I had forgotten about this letter before and just tucked it into a book..."
Zhu Yourong listened for a while, then put down his pen and looked at him, nodding calmly, "Oh, you stuffed my letter casually, but today the little lady at home finally discovered it."
She paused and said calmly: "That's it."
The consciousness that Zhao Rong developed during Qingjun's childhood told him:
Danger?
"It's not... that..." he explained subconsciously, "I'm used to stuffing letters from friends into books..."
"Okay, I understand, I'll handle it." Zhu Yourong interrupted.
Zhao Rong sighed, closed his mouth in embarrassment, scratched his head, "Thank you."
Zhu Yourong chuckled and said: "You said this little fox girl is a coward, but what about your wife who is the most outstanding in Taiqing Mansion? She probably won't be a coward to me, the academy gentleman. The little lady is not
Go tell her and join her?"
Zhu Yourong had long known about Zhao Rong's identity as his adopted son-in-law. Zhao Rong had told her frankly when they first met, and Zhu Yourong would often tease him about his wife.
Hearing this, Zhao Rong smiled and did not answer, not wanting to explain too much about things that Qingjun and Xiaoxiao didn't know about each other.
However, Zhu Yourong smiled, and the smile gradually disappeared.
The young Confucian scholar still smiled.
But the woman in Confucian robes slightly narrowed her eyes and looked at him, her eyes somewhat scrutinizing...
The two of them have an extraordinary tacit understanding, and they also have a good understanding of each other, and some things are like knowing each other.
Especially Zhu Yourong Huizhilanxin, how can she be an ordinary woman.
Zhao Rong also noticed this and was a little helpless. Why are they all so smart?
He looked away slightly, wanting to speak.
Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong with a half-smile, then suddenly glanced at one of his hands and said, "Okay, I'll explain it to you now."
Zhao Rong was about to turn around and say thank you, but the next second, Zhu Yourong suddenly reached out and did something that stunned Zhao Rong...
In the distant pavilion, Su Xiaoxiao was peeking again. When Jingzi next to him saw this, he was patting his chest and saying something:
"You are a little fox demon. If you dare to like this guy, you will be bullied to death. But it's okay now. Okay, don't worry so much. My husband is not what you think. Don't worry."
However, the next second, the two girls saw almost simultaneously in the flower garden, the woman in Confucian shirt suddenly stretched out her hand and took the right hand of the young Confucian scholar next to her.
Su Xiaoxiao froze on the spot.
A girl in blue is patting her breasts:w(Д)w
PS: There is one more chapter, it should be before morning... Brothers, don't wait, go to bed early...