Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy-Three She's Up [5000, For Book Friends 2017...Brother Baimeng
Zhu Yourong, aren't you making excuses?
Zhao Rong frowned.
What kind of uncleanness is there?
When he was in Yilanxuan of the academy, he didn't just pick up the cup from which Zhu Yourong drank tea, and she didn't say anything. Why is she worried about mysophobia now? Besides...
Isn't drinking this cup of tea just a formality so that we can get to the point of the conversation?
If you don't want to drink, you should at least take the cup first and then just stop drinking.
At this moment, Zhao Rong's smile faded after being "politely rejected" by Zhu Yourong.
He glanced at the orchid lady in front of him.
Her expression was somewhat unpredictable, and her pair of snow-white but still beautiful willow eyes seemed to be looking at Zhao Rong without blinking.
He was a little unsure for a moment, whether she was giving him reading comprehension questions again...
"OK."
Zhao Rong nodded, and his face became a little colder, no longer as enthusiastic as before.
He turned slightly, facing Zhu Youran sideways, raised his head, and drank the hot tea in one gulp.
There are a few tea leaves missing in the tea cup.
Zhao Rong turned around and wanted to leave. He stopped drinking and stopped serving Mr. Zhu.
"etc."
Zhu Youran suddenly spoke and stopped Zhao Rong.
"what?"
He didn't look back.
"use this."
Zhao Rong frowned slightly and looked back, seeing Zhu Yourong reaching out and holding out a brand new and elegant wood-inlaid jade tea set.
Her Nascent Soul brought Xumi objects with her.
Zhu Yourong also has a hobby of collecting tea sets. Every dynasty or small country she traveled to, she would buy a set of pleasing tea sets, and she had no shortage of them.
"Mr. Zhu, what are you using this for?"
Zhao Rong asked out of curiosity.
Zhu Yourong turned the new tea cup in his hand and said softly to him: "Pour me a cup of tea."
"Isn't the tea kettle on the table? I'd rather ask Mr. Zhu to pour it himself. I'm afraid I'll stain such a clean and beautiful tea set."
"What did you call me?"
Zhao Rong: "Zhu..."
The woman suddenly threw the teacup into the air, and the pleasant wind held it up. Her free hand stretched forward and reached towards Zhao Rong's face.
It seemed like she wanted to touch his face.
Zhao Rong was immediately frightened and leaned back, almost shaking his waist, but luckily he avoided her hand.
In fact, it can also be said that Zhu Yourong herself slowed down her hand in the middle of the process, giving Zhao Rong time to react and flash back.
"What are you doing?"
Zhao Rong's eyes widened. At the same time, he subconsciously covered his collar with one hand. He didn't know what he was worried about for a while...
Zhu Yourong looked away from the hand of a coward covering his collar.
Pull the corners of your lips.
In the air, the hand that looked like snow piled with frost pointed at the corner of Zhao Rong's mouth.
"tea."
As he spoke, his hand reached up again, as if to help him pick off the 'very annoying' tea leaf at the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then his brows relaxed and he quickly wiped the tea leaves from the corner of his mouth.
He nodded quickly and took half a step back, "Okay, thank you Mr. Zhu, I'll come."
Zhu Yourong took away his hand and said leisurely: "What did you call me?"
Zhao Rong was speechless, feeling that if she acted recklessly, he really couldn't stop her.
After holding it in for a while, he could only say: "Yourong... Fellow Taoist Yourong."
Zhu Yourong nodded, retracted his hand, and gently pushed the wooden and jade teacup suspended in the air forward with a delicate white index finger.
At the same time, a happy wind blew at the hem of the woman's Confucian shirt, and the teapot on the Eight Immortals' table not far away was picked up by the wind and flew towards her.
The teapot and teacup both flew to Zhao Rong in an obedient manner.
Zhu Yourong stood quietly with his hands folded and said, "Pour me a cup of tea."
Zhao Rong: "......"
In the heart lake, Sword Spirit Gonghuo said: "Zhao Rong Zhao Rong, you have forgotten the bamboo forest courtyard before. What did you say after you were secretly teleported a hundred miles away by her?"
It cleared its throat and imitated someone's tone and said, "Zhu Yourong, you big-breasted lady, are you going to teach me how to do things?"
Zhao Rong: "......"
Gui urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, reprimand this busty female gentleman, so that she knows who is the master of this place."
Zhao Rong pretended not to hear.
He took the teapot and teacup, shamefully succumbed to the power of a busty female gentleman, and poured the tea.
"Ahem, really, you are the only one who is very particular."
While handing out the hot tea, he muttered: "...and...Fellow Taoist Yourong, don't teach me how to do things in the future, or else I..."
There was a pause.
Zhao Rong didn't say any more when he was determined to find a place later, because he had already brought the hot tea to Zhu Yourong's hand.
Logically speaking, she should not say anything now, just take the cup and let him go downhill. Both parties tacitly regarded what just happened as nothing happened, and then finished the tea and started talking about business.
However, Zhu Yourong looked at the tough-tongued man who was carefully holding a teacup in both hands for her, and asked curiously: "What else are you going to do?"
Zhao Rong: "......???"
I……
We can’t talk today!
Zhao Rong was about to throw the cup and leave.
Zhu Yourong suddenly took the teacup in his hand and glanced at the slightly embarrassed handsome man.
She lowered her head and pouted slightly.
Blowing on the steaming cup of noodles.
The woman's breath smelled like orchids, and the fragrance of orchid seemed to be more fragrant than the fragrance of hot tea.
"Tzuyu."
she says.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Rong turned around to leave and said angrily, "Do you still want me to serve you a drink?"
The next second, a cup of hot tea was carefully held by two jade hands and presented to...
In front of Zhao Rong.
"Please drink tea." Zhu Yourong held the hot tea in his hands and blew it on his lips, then handed it to him and looked at him with his eyes slightly raised, "You have worked hard today."
Zhao Rong was startled, turned around, and couldn't help but look up and down carefully at Zhu Yourong, whose attitude seemed to have turned 180 degrees.
Is this the wrong thing to take...the right medicine?
Or have you finally felt the domineering aura in this young master?
Zhao Rong couldn't see clearly the look in her snow-white eyes.
But he felt the seriousness of the woman holding tea for him.
He blinked, straightened up, and couldn't help but mutter:
"Why did you drink it for me instead? Isn't it the tea you wanted..."
Zhu Yourong curled her lips, and her voice was soft, crisp and pleasant: "The tea I asked for from you must be for me to drink? Can't it be for Tzuyu?"
"Okay, fellow Taoist Yourong is the best at arranging and manipulating people. It's always difficult for people to guess what they are thinking. She is the most gentle and gentle woman in the world..."
Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head, praising helplessly.
"Tzuyu, drink tea, hurry up." Zhu Yourong seemed not to have heard his flattery, and blew the hot air from the teacup again, this time passing it to Zhao Rong's mouth.
As if to feed him, Zhao Rong quickly took the teacup himself.
"I'll do it, thank you."
He thanked him and took a sip of tea. This time he didn't drink as much as before. He even ate two tea leaves.
Instead, he tasted it carefully, looking up from time to time to glance at Mr. Rulan, who was quietly serving tea in front of him.
Zhao Rong felt somewhat relieved.
Ahem, this feels right, the two of them have resumed the same way of getting along with each other like guests and spring breeze when they were writing in Yilanxuan in the early morning.
After he reunited with Qingjun Qian'er, Zhu Yourong stood aside without saying a word, his polite and calm attitude made Zhao Rong feel a little uncomfortable.
But at this moment, Zhao Rong seemed to have forgotten that the cup of tea in his hand was actually poured by himself, and Zhu Yourong's commanding tone and arrogance in his words before were also a bit rude.
At the moment, she just took the hot tea from Zhao Rong, and then simply and casually returned the tea cup to him.
A simple action and a few words can make someone's previous dissatisfaction disappear immediately, and even give him some warmth and refreshment.
When a beautiful woman with a distinguished status and strong cultivation base offers tea and compliments in an apologetic manner, most men will probably be generous and tolerant.
The sword spirit in a certain inner lake looked at the scene happening outside and marveled at it.
"Isn't this just giving me a big stick first, and then gently handing me a sweet date? Tightening and loosening makes the man want to stop."
Gui curled his lips, and the onlooker knew clearly, but he saw it quite clearly.
But it didn't expect that Zhao Rong, a somewhat chauvinistic guy, would also like to take advantage of women.
However, Zhu Yourong used it as if nothing had happened, and the damage was indeed very powerful.
Zhao Rong seemed to be submissive.
The purple-clothed sword spirit looked at the demure and elegant busty female gentleman outside again, and felt that she seemed to be a little different from before.
In the past, when Zhu Yourong got along with Zhao Rong, he was free-spirited, elegant and easy-going.
Although sometimes she would put on a serious face and act like a serious gentleman in front of others, in private, when Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong got along, most of the time they were still like big sisters who were intellectually intelligent, gentle and generous.
It is the natural atmosphere of a confidante.
But now, Gui felt that Zhu Yourong seemed to have changed silently, as if he had recently figured something out or realized something, and he began to quietly guide his relationship with Zhao Rong, trying to control it in certain aspects.
It was similar to Senior Sister Ning whom Zhao Rong met outside Taiqing Mansion a few days ago, except that the purpose of this Bai Chi woman who followed the path of sword cultivation was somewhat unpredictable.
So in short, in a nutshell.
The elegant, gentle, and uncontested busty female gentleman is starting to become a little... controlling.
As for why it changed...
"By the way, You Rong." Zhao Rong put down the tea cup and looked at the woman in Confucian shirt who seemed to have a different appearance and state, "I forgot to ask before, why does your body make me feel a little weird, especially you?
s eyes……"
Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong who finally asked about her condition.
Just now in the imperial mausoleum and on the way back, his attention was always on Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er.
Her expression remained normal: "This is my Nascent Soul, and its true form is still on its way here."
"Nascent Soul?" Zhao Rong nodded.
He has been on the mountain for many days, and he has some knowledge of some immortal methods.
Zhao Rong was confused, "Didn't you say that you are still in the half-step Nascent Soul realm? The Dao Nascent Soul has not completely 'broken out of its shell' and been born. How can you now...the Nascent Soul be separated from the body and still travel so far away?"
"
Zhu Yourong lowered his eyes, reached out to take the empty tea cup from Zhao Rong's hand, and said casually:
"This is...the former Nascent Soul.
"In addition, I have a Confucian gentleman's object, which is a happy wind that can carry the Nascent Soul on a long journey."
The previous Nascent Soul?
Zhao Rong was slightly stunned.
Gui suddenly said at this moment: "She has fallen through the realm, but it is not an ordinary monk's fall... Look at the snow-white eyes of her Nascent Soul, there is always a 'finishing touch' missing. This is not a complete Nascent Soul."
Zhao Rong was silent.
He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have heard Zhu Yourong say before that she once followed the path of Confucianism, and even became the first-class Confucian scholar recorded in the Zhongzhou Confucian Temple, and was the youngest female Confucian scholar among them.
But later, she deviated from the classics, abandoned the classics, and started writing...
Zhao Rong suddenly understood.
He suddenly looked apologetic and said: "Fellow Taoist Yourong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned those things. Besides... you are using this Nascent Soul to travel far this time. Even if you have a gentleman's thing, it will consume a lot of energy, right? For
Next..."
"It's okay, Tzuyu." Zhu Yourong interrupted easily and calmly, and said seriously: "I am Mr. Academy. A student of the Academy is in trouble outside. It is my responsibility to send Nascent Soul to come to rescue, all for the sake of the Academy."
Zhao Rong's expression was slightly blank, and he couldn't help but look at the female gentleman in front of him who raised her chin slightly.
No, why are you so polite and angry again? Can't we communicate normally?
Zhao Rong nodded and looked at her, "Oh, is that so? Mr. Zhu arrived really fast. The other academy teachers are still behind..."
Zhu Yourong was calm and composed, "I have Kuai Zaifeng, and of course I am fast enough. Didn't Tzuyu say before that with great ability comes great responsibility, so I am."
As he said this, the female gentleman who had hurriedly traveled south looked calm, calmly picked up the teapot, and filled the empty teacup in her hand with 70% hot tea.
She pursed her lips and took a sip, then as if she remembered something, she raised her head, nodded towards the man whose mouth was slightly twitching and said:
"Well, the cup of tea just now is the same. It was presented to Tzuyu on behalf of the Academy Headmaster and others.
"This time it was the academy's negligence. The teacher who accompanied him down the mountain did not complete the task of bringing all the students back to the academy, and Tzuyu was ambushed by thieves. It was absolutely uncalled for. I would like to give this cup of tea to Tzuyu on behalf of the academy."
Zhao Rong...
Already numb.
He didn't know how many times he was choked and speechless tonight.
It felt like being with Zhu Yourong tonight was like being caught in a series of traps, one after another.
He looked at Zhu Yourong who was drinking tea easily, tilted his head slightly, and then said: "Oh, didn't you say that you are a bit mysophobic? You are not used to drinking from other people's cups. Why are you drinking tea directly from the cup that I drank from?
"
Zhu Yourong didn't even raise his eyelids, "Oh, I forgot. It's okay. This is not my real body, but a clone of Yuanying. It is as clear and unsullied as Taoist glass. In fact, strictly speaking, I can't taste any peculiar smell."
Zhao Rong: "......"
That's not what you just said.
He thought about it and held it back.
Zhao Rong had a hunch that if he dared to ask these questions again, Zhu Yourong would still have a trick waiting for him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Rong sighed and couldn't help but rub his handsome face.
Zhu Yourong, who was drinking tea with his head down, glanced sideways at his face.
Zhao Rong calmed down and waited until the woman in Confucian shirt in front of him finished tasting the tea lightly before he asked and started the conversation:
"Yourong, then you came here not just to hand out tea and to check the cleanliness of my tea. Is there anything important to say?"
Zhu Yourong nodded and said directly:
"Tzuyu, the mountain chief is also paying attention to what happened to you this time. The characterization of the situation given by the academy is a serious level, and everyone from top to bottom is taking it very seriously."
She paused, saw Zhao Rong nodded, and continued:
"Zhang Huizhi, who hooked up with the thief, was involved in the Dali Dynasty; the thief named Qin Jianfu belonged to the Qin family of the Great Wei Dynasty; and the Siqi Academy was involved in the two Confucian scholars...etc."
"Linlu Academy will investigate and negotiate with all the forces on the mountain who are involved in this matter. We will definitely find out the evil spirits hiding behind and give you justice."
"Tzuyu, this is no longer your problem alone, it is also related to the face and authority of the entire Linlu Academy. It has been many years since anyone has dared to intercept and kill the Confucian students in the academy in such a despicable and shameless way."
"Currently, the first group of people sent by the academy are already on their way. Among these people, you should be familiar with many people. Meng Zhengjun, Mr. Yan, and a scholar who is a disciple of the deputy mountain chief...
"
Zhao Rong nodded. For the first time, he felt that there was a big force backing him. The experience was really good.
At least the academy's attitude warmed Zhao Rong's heart, but it was unclear whether there was any factor in it that Zhu Yourong was fighting for.
Zhu Yourong said: "Ziyu, let me teach you something again. Well, maybe what I said is a bit inappropriate, but you can understand... You can ask the academy for some compensation."
Zhao Rong blinked and felt that the needle was not pricking.
The two discussed it for a while.
After a while, it seemed like I had nothing to say.
Zhao Rong looked at Zhu Yourong, who seemed to be preparing to leave.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but said: "By the way, wait a minute."
"What's the matter?"
Zhao Rong sighed, "I thought I would never see you again, so I sent you some words..."
Zhu Yourong looked puzzled and asked, "What did you say?"
He was about to speak when suddenly the roller blind at the door was opened.