Tonight's first class ended with the stunned students' faces full of surprise.
The two took a rest and then started the second class intensively.
But this time, Zhao Rong was tired of standing.
He sat on the Taishi's chair behind the desk.
And Fairy Su was a student, so of course she couldn't be taller than Zhao Rong, so she still knelt down and kept the same position, but this time she changed her position, and she became more and more accustomed to being in front of him, and became more and more well-behaved and pleasant.
Zhao Rong lifted up more than half of the tablecloth hanging to the ground in front of the table, and there was a spacious space underneath to accommodate the beauty.
So one person sat leaning back on the chair, and the other person was kneeling under the table like a young daughter-in-law.
Zhao Rong closed his eyes slightly.
He seemed to be silently watching the turmoil in his heart.
Tonight, he decided to temporarily forget those scruples and relax for once.
I finally made it, um, just...a reward?
With this in mind, he carefully stroked Su Qingdai's pretty cheeks with his palms, completely grasping her small face between his palms, and kneaded the fairy's tender white face comfortably.
If the needle does not poke me, there is a beautiful fairy who is obedient and a little bird can't be poked by the needle.
Su Qingdai tilted her head meekly, her face pressed against his palm, her eyes soft.
At this time, Zhao Rong remembered what Su Qingdai had asked about before, so he decided to talk to her about Mohism, especially the theories of Tianzhi.
The so-called will of heaven, to put it bluntly, is the ‘will of heaven’, that is... the way of heaven.
At this moment, the young Confucian scholar who was sitting on the chair with his eyes closed and concentrating seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled.
"Qing Dai, this is heaven."
Pointing, he chuckled, "It's your biggest gift at the moment."
Su Qingdai stared blankly at the sky so close at hand.
In my ears was the calm and domineering tone of Mr. Right.
"Yes, Tzuyu." Her eyes were gentle and she nodded obediently.
Zhao Rong smiled again and talked about the Mohist family's ambition.
At the end, he exhaled and narrowed his eyes: "Facing the sky, what should you do?"
The stunning woman in the black skirt that touched the floor tilted her head and thought for a moment.
"Dai...Dai'er must obey." She whispered, "Obey Tzuyu and obey Tianzhi."
The voice was small but firm, and the stunning woman lowered her head.
The young Confucian scholar nodded, satisfied with her understanding.
He tapped the handle of the chair with his fingers, closed his eyes to rest, and in the following time, he talked about whatever came to his mind.
"...Qingdai, do you know what the Mo family's non-attack is?"
"Oh, Dai'er, I don't understand." After a moment, he raised his head and said.
Zhao Rong chuckled, "If you don't attack, of course you will suffer. Do you understand?"
"Well, I understand, Dai'er is Tzuyu's mate."
Zhao Rong smiled, raised his head slightly, and looked at the ceiling.
Ask, "What about Jianai?"
"Gender love...not universal love..."
The woman who was willing to suffer for the man in front of her seemed to be murmuring and thinking about it.
Immediately, she hesitated again subconsciously and raised the corners of her lips slightly, "Jian Ai means loving Tzuyu, then I love everything about Tzuyu... I like everything."
Su Qingdai listened carefully and took notes in the textbook.
Mr. Zhao nodded slightly.
Later, he gave her a lecture on Mohist theory, which was very insightful and profound.
After two more sticks of incense, the second class was about to end.
Mr. Zhao was very pleased to see that Su Qingdai studied hard and tried hard to absorb the essence of Mohist doctrine and theory.
So he picked up the teapot with a long spout and poured her a small cup of fragrant and strong tea. The student swallowed it in small sips, moistened his throat, wiped his mouth, raised his head, and smiled at her genius.
"Thank you sir for the reward."
Zhao Rong shook the teapot and put it down. There was still a lot of tea in the teapot, enough for him to drink next.
He nodded and took advantage of the break to ask:
"Qingdai, you said Xiao Qian'er was asleep when you came out?"
"Well, don't worry, she is asleep. When I quietly went out, Miss Zhao was still talking in her sleep." She glanced up at Zhao Rong while reviewing her notes during class, "She... was calling your name at that time.
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"Oh." Zhao Rong rubbed his cheek.
I wonder if he was bullying the little girl in her dream this time, or was he bullying her?
Hey, we can't let this jealous little person know that he is tutoring the maid's maid... He muttered.
As if aware of the idea of the right one, Su Qingdai picked up the textbook with her delicate hands and reviewed the knowledge just explained by her husband. She raised her red lips and said:
"Tzuyu, don't worry, even if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she won't notice that I went out."
"Um, how do you say this?"
Su Qingdai smiled slyly:
"My Daiyu Liuxian dress has been tempered by the vision of Ziyu Nanshan's poems. It has many magical powers. I can't figure out the rank of it, and the power of phantom body is one of them."
"Coupled with the fact that I have mastered the art of outer body, I used the starlight on my skirt to create an astral body that looks exactly like me. Miss Zhao will definitely not be able to recognize it. Even if she wakes up in the middle of the night, she will only find me on the table.
I held the book in my front hand and took a nap with my chin propped up, but I couldn't see anything unusual."
She sounded a little proud.
"And the magic of this fairy dress is not just that. It can also shield my Qi, cover up sounds and spiritual energy fluctuations. Therefore, although Miss Zhao has a keen sense of consciousness, I went out without knowing it, and she did not
I woke up without realizing it, Tzuyu, am I great? I can do this more often in the future~"
Su Qingdai's pretty face looked like she was expecting his praise.
Zhao Rong frowned, but said: "What is Daiyu's Immortal Dress? Is your fairy dress called this?" His tone was suspicious.
Su Qingdai temporarily put down the book, looked up at him, and blinked, "Well, I recently changed my name to this fairy skirt because of Yu's poems, and its rank has been rising. I can't figure it out.
A few days later, I discovered that by wearing it and practicing it, I could attract the light of the stars into my body at night."
She had red lips and white teeth, and looked at him with sparkling eyes, "This fairy dress that Ziyu wrote poems about is now in Dali. I don't know how many women like it... I have searched for it for thousands of times, but I look back at dusk.
...a dimly lit place..."
Su Qingdai hesitated and read someone's handwriting on her skirt, and raised her chin proudly.
Zhao Rong was speechless, "Then we can't call him such a weird name. Let's change it to another one."
She nodded obediently, "Oh, how about calling me Yudai?"
He is the sky, above her.
Zhao Rong blushed, it turns out you are also a bad namer.
If the people in front of him were Xiaoxiao and Qingjun, he would definitely ask seriously, "What will we do about the name of our baby in the future?"
The stunning fairy, who is so attached to the little bird in front of her, cannot say anything promising for the time being.
He waved his hand, "If I really can't do anything to you, just call it... Jiangxing Liuxian Skirt."
"Jiangxing?" Su Qingdai was curious, "It sounds nice, Jiang...means...red stars?"
The young Confucian scholar nodded and glanced down at the faint image of stars flowing on her 'Crimson Star Flowing Immortal Skirt'.
"Hey, why... why is it red?"
The stunning woman in the black dress transformed into a curious baby, unaware that the 'danger' was approaching.
Zhao Rongshi stood up and smiled, "Of course it was dyed."
Su Qingdai was startled, then a little red started to appear from her ears, and the haze dyed her jade face.
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked in the direction of the west wing, then turned around, picked up the ruler and lightly slapped her beautiful face. He sighed softly and decided to teach her by words and deeds. Well, let's write a few words to test Su Qingdai's understanding.
Boom, boom, boom!
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door at the concierge.
"Brother Rong'er?"
There is a literary story about a young girl testing things outside the door.
The atmosphere brewing in front of the desk suddenly dissipated.
Zhao Rong and Su Qingdai were both stunned.
Immediately, the lonely man and the widow were in a hurry.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes, the rhythm of knocking on the door seemed familiar.
He kicked the bragging Su Qingdai hard.
The latter was also in a state of shock and confusion, and stood up in a panic to run away.
How can I run away at this moment?
"Dong dong dong—"
Just as Zhao Rong frowned and Su Qingdai panicked, the little girl outside the door knocked again and tried to push, but to no avail.
"Brother Rong'er? What are you doing... Hey, it's locked..."
"…………"
Zhao Rong took a deep breath.
"Is it Qian'er? It's coming, it's coming."
In the emergency, he quickly calmed down, tidied up the desk a little, then suddenly stretched out his hand, pushed the bewildered Su Qingdai's head under the desk, gave her a look, then picked up his sleeves and walked towards the door.
Su Qingdai was stunned. She glanced at the large tablecloth covering the bottom of the table and the fairy skirt on her body. She suddenly understood, put down the tablecloth, and got under the table...
"Qian'er, why are you here..."
Zhao Rong forced himself to calmly open the door and said with a smile, already thinking about how to deal with it and what he would say if he was unfortunately found out...
The door was opened, and it turned out to be Xiao Qian'er.
The next second, Xiao Qian'er suddenly rushed into the house.
Zhao Rong's heart clenched.
However, what he didn't expect immediately was that the little girl hurriedly rushed to the door and closed the door in reverse.
"Brother Rong'er."
She stepped on her feet and pecked Zhao Rong lightly, then whispered in her ear:
"Don't worry, she's asleep~"
Zhao Rong: "???"
Su Qingdai under the table: "..."
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