Chapter 668: I won't give you a drink if it is drained (for the leader of Xiao 6)
After Jingzi finished retelling, she packed up her bags angrily for Zhu Yourong.
"Sir, how should you reply to him? This guy seems to be a little ungrateful. He even dares to drink my husband's tea. I don't know how careful my husband is..."
Zhu Yourong turned around, "Huh?"
Jingzi immediately swallowed her words and changed her words, "...a gentle female gentleman who carefully cares about other people's feelings? Humph, he just bullied the gentleman for his kindness. The gentleman finally begged for another batch of Zhengguan well water, but he failed in vain.
.If he doesn’t want to drink it, he will drink it, so we just drink it and forget about it, and we won’t give it to him to water the fields.”
Zhu Yourong nodded, "Indeed, okay, just reply to him like this."
"..." Jingzi was dubious, "Really or not, sir, do you really want me to reply like this?"
Zhu Yourong smiled and touched the head of his short book boy: "My Mr. Jingzi still feels sorry for you. It's okay. Just reply like this and see if he dares to say anything else."
"Hehe, okay, then I'll go reply to him. I'm finally relieved. But, sir..." The orchid spirit, who had been greedy for a long time, turned around and warned like an adult: "He doesn't drink anyway, wait a minute."
Give me a taste of this well water. I've wanted to taste it for a long time, but you kept it secret and refused to give it, saying that you wanted to keep your promise or something. Anyway, the guy outside doesn't want it anymore, so you might as well take advantage of me..."
Zhu Yourong smiled slightly and said nothing, holding the cup and looking at the flowers and plants in front of him in trance. After a while, he softly said "oh", but he didn't know whether he heard it or not.
Jingzi went out to reply with satisfaction.
Outside the flower garden, Zhao Rong finally waited until the little girl came out.
The latter walked out slowly with his little hands behind his back.
Zhao Rong didn't expect that at such a young age, she would act like she didn't recognize her relatives, and she would actually look more like a demon than the fierce Su Xiaoxiao.
Jingzi moved the stool and placed it in front of Zhao Rong. In front of him, she stood up and was as tall as Zhao Rong. She lifted the minibus and looked at the sky. Occasionally, she pretended to glance at Zhao Rong casually, as if she was waiting.
What are you wearing?
This reminded Zhao Rong of his arrogance and domineering attitude when they first met outside the academy gate.
But this time, Zhao Rong, who was already familiar with her, only found her a bit cute.
"Why are you laughing?" Jingzi glared at him.
Zhao Rong also cooperated with her and said proactively: "Miss Jingzi, does Mr. Zhu have a reply?"
"Oh, you're talking about this." Jingzi thought for a moment and nodded, "That's true."
Zhao Rong looked at her intently.
Jingzi: "Oh."
Zhao Rong was confused: "What?"
Jingzi blinked and looked at him: "'Oh', my husband was drinking tea and reading at that time. After taking time out of her busy schedule to listen to what you said, she nodded her head and replied 'Oh',
Isn't this enough? Do you want a few more words?"
Zhao Rong:…………
"Uh, that's enough, that's enough." He sighed.
Jingzi glanced at Zhao Rong again and said calmly: "But after Mr. finished replying to your words, he turned around and said nine more words to me!"
Zhao Rong cooperated with Qinger.
Jingzi pinched her throat and imitated Zhu Yourong's calm tone: "Go and pour out the new batch of well water."
"..."
Jingzi asked seriously: "How is it? Mr. Zhao is satisfied?"
The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and his body hurt.
A full batch of Zhengguan well water, I don’t know how much zero energy it contains, just slipped away from my eyes, I don’t know if it really fell down... By the way, is Zhu Yourong really angry? But don’t waste it.
Yeah, it would be nice to splash it on him...
No matter how he guessed, the matter had reached this point and there was no turning back. He now needed to obtain the dragon energy from other channels.
"Well, if the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come..."
Zhao Rong said something to himself, shook his head, and said goodbye to Jingzi. Then he turned to the quiet flower garden, put down his hands and turned around to leave.
Jingzi, who had a serious face throughout the whole process, stood on tiptoes and glanced at Zhao Rong's departing back, then immediately turned pale, smiled, and jumped off the stool.
"What a big fool. You actually dare to take the initiative to make your husband angry. I make tea for you without even taking a sip. Now the well water is mine~"
Jingzi jumped back to the flower garden.
However, they found that there was no one in the garden, and the original well water for tea sets had also been collected.
"Hey, where is sir?"
At this time, Zhu Yourong, wearing an elegant Confucian shirt, walked out of the study deep in the flower garden. As she walked, she raised her hands, stretched them behind her head, and carefully pulled her hair into a Confucian crown.
She has already corseted her chest again and returned to her old Confucian dress.
Jingzi ran around today's changeable gentleman, frowned and asked, "Sir, why did you change into this outfit? The dress I picked out for you all morning looks great."
"It looks good, but I'm going out, so I can't wear it outside."
"Why?" The little girl who likes to show off nodded seriously: "If I had such conditions as your husband, I would look at the sky while walking!"
"With your pigtails sticking up in the sky, you can't look at the road, right?"
"Why are you looking at the road? Shouldn't the road be looking at me? Who dares not to give way?"
Zhu Yourong took out a schoolboy hat, covered her little head, and passed by her.
Jingzi also heard her husband seem to be humming.
She turned around and asked quickly:
"Where are you going, sir?"
"Just take a stroll, don't follow me."
She was rejected before she could even speak. Jingzi flat-mouthed, suddenly thought of something important, and said urgently: "Sir, sir, where is that batch of new well water? Let me have a taste!"
Zhu Yourong didn't look back and said, "Didn't you say that I listened to you? I fell down easily for my teacher."
"..."
The girl in blue's face dropped, she was autistic.
The busty female gentleman smiled slightly and left with the well water.
…
Zhao Rong did not immediately go to see Lao Jijiu.
He went back to Dongli Xiaozhu first, and after reading and resting for more than half an hour, he estimated that all his classmates in the academy had finished their exams, and then he slowly went out.
Zhao Rong returned to 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 wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat fishing on the first floor of the waterside pavilion.
There was no one around, except for the late evening sun setting at my feet and the sound of the wind blowing on the leaves rubbing my ears.
Zhao Rong didn't have any worries and walked directly in and sat next to the old priest.
The two of them sat together by the lake.
The old man held a fishing rod and waited quietly for the fish to take the bait. The young man grabbed a handful of feed and threw some into the lake from time to time.
"I heard that someone was the first to leave after taking the exam this afternoon."
"Don't hear about it, you're just trying to fool me."
The old man sighed: "The future generations are terrible."
"I won't be afraid of you later. Mr. Jijiu, as a pillar of the academy, I feel a lot of pressure, so I'm asking you a favor."
"The academy still owes you justice and compensation. The former cannot give you an accurate date for the time being, but for the latter, you can mention it casually, and I can provide you with advice."
Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, threw all the feed into the lake, patted the residue, turned his head and said with a sincere face: "Mr. Jijiu, don't tell me. When you mention it like this, I really feel like a pillar of talent."
.”
The old Jijiu laughed and shook his head, "You kid can actually answer the question. He is more interesting than many of the juniors in the academy. Okay, don't be too pretentious. Just tell me your request. If I can help, I will. If I can't help, I will."
I’ll point you to a few people who can help.”
Zhao Rong said directly: "How much Zhengguan Well water can the academy provide to me? In other words, how much Zhengguan Well water can be exchanged for the compensation the academy gives me."
"Well water from Zhengguan Well?"
"That's right."
When Lao Jijiu heard this, he neither looked at Zhao Rong nor spoke. He looked at the fishing rod quietly for a while and suddenly said: "What you need is not the well water itself, but something contained in it, right?"