It was a bit hard for him to bear, and Qingjun was stuck on this matter.

It is estimated that Zhao Rong must reach the Fuyao realm before he can loosen up...

So he just sighed and complained a little.

But Qingjun's red-faced and arrogant look is quite cute.

Looking at her retreating back, Zhao Rong chuckled.

At the same time, he seriously thought about his recent practice...

"Brother Rong'er, I, I want it too."

At this moment, suddenly a weak, clear voice came from the side.

Zhao Rong came to his senses and saw a little girl.

Qian'er clutched her belly, looking aggrieved, feeling that she could no longer be full.

She sniffed and looked at Brother Rong'er.

Zhao Rong also felt a little embarrassed. He and Qingjun had been so intimate that he almost forgot about this girl.

Zhao Rong nodded suddenly, as if he remembered something.

He took out a few more almond leaves and envelopes from his sleeves.

Qian'er perked up and snatched it with a wave of her hand.

She lowered her head to look, but she didn't have time to speak happily.

Zhao Rong's words were like a basin of cold water that extinguished the little flame in the little girl's heart.

"Good Qian'er, help me send some letters."

Qian'er: "…………"

"Ahem, have you always been in contact with Dachu?"

Qian'er nodded dejectedly: "Uh-huh... Wuwu."

Zhao Rong rubbed her manly hair.

"Send this one to Mr. Fang for me, and send the other one to Zhongnan Kingdom..."

After a while, the little girl left.

Before leaving, she took two steps and turned back, telling him not to forget to promise her poems and letters, um, that's the way Miss.

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly and agreed.

Not long after.

Looking at the direction in which his wife and Qian'er were leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief and then looked back behind him.

The next few days seem to be quite busy.

…

Linlu Academy, Nanxuan Academy.

From far away, you can see the green smoke rising in front of a small courtyard.

A young Confucian scholar was holding a book in his hand, flipping through it, and walking non-stop.

On his way back, Zhao Rong went to the library again to borrow books.

However, he did not go up to the seventh floor for the time being to spend some time with Yang Wuwei.

There are some things that he hasn't thought about yet.

Moreover, when we go back later, in the evening, a certain woman who likes to keep a straight face will probably give Zhao Rong extra lessons to correct his drawings.

It's better to get ready first and then go upstairs to get to know each other.

At this moment, the sky is getting dark, in front of the courtyard gate.

squeaky

Zhao Rong lowered his head and flipped through the book while pushing the door open and entering.

What hit me was the smell of fireworks from the kitchen, and the crackling sound of firewood reached my ears.

He sniffed, smiled, and walked straight towards the north room without raising his head.

Passing by the field and walking to the north house, Zhao Rong turned a page of the book and was about to raise his hand, but suddenly stopped.

In the peripheral vision, there was a blue shadow bouncing around.

He stood on the steps, closed the book in his hand, and turned to look.

I saw a slender woman standing in front of the fence in the east corner of the yard, with her back to Zhao Rong, her legs against the fence, bent over, her upper body leaning forward into the fence, and her body jumping up and down.

Looking from behind, he couldn't see her face.

But Zhao Rong has never seen this figure from behind. A new guest?

It's just that her posture at this time...

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Zhao Rong walked towards the east fence where the chrysanthemums were planted. He deliberately turned aside and no longer faced the direction where the slender woman's butt was facing when she bent over, for fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings when he got closer later.

Zhao Rong got closer and closer and came to her side.

Only then did he see clearly.

The slender girl turned out to be picking the chrysanthemums they planted. She was bending forward, holding on to the fence railing with one hand, and stretching her hand straight forward.

The target of this 'chrysanthemum thief' is the tallest and largest chrysanthemum in the flower bush.

However, although she looked not short, she was still a little out of reach, and she was jumping forward and trying hard.

Zhao Rong looked at this scene speechlessly.

"Ahem."

He covered his mouth and cleared his throat.

The slender woman jumped back and jumped off the fence. She clapped her hands and looked around pretending to be nonchalant.

It seems like nothing happened and you didn't see anything.

But suddenly, the slender woman's head looking left and right stopped, and her eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong's face.

He looked straight at it and looked up and down, his eyes extremely focused.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at each other, finally seeing the woman's appearance clearly.

I saw that she had a soft and frail appearance, the kind of frail woman in the market at the foot of the mountain. When a playboy walks on the street, when he sees it, he looks like a delicate woman with a fan to pick up his chin. Usually when paired with a timid look, it looks more like this.

.

But at this moment, the slender woman's soft, watery eyes were staring straight at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong touched his face, looked at her and asked curiously: "Girl, why are you in our yard? Um, is there something on my face?"

The slender woman stared at him and shook her head vigorously.

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "My name is Zhao Ziyu, and I live in the North House."

Hearing this, the slender woman opened her eyes slightly and looked him up and down again.

Zhao Rong blinked, do you know me? Is my reputation so great in the academy? Could it be that someone who has admired his name for a long time came to see him?

Zhao Rong cupped his hands and said, "May I ask who the girl is..."

"Bifang."

Yu Huaijin's voice suddenly came.

I saw her walking out of the kitchen, followed by Ja Teng Ying.

Yu Huaijin thought for a while and explained: "This is my maid...well, the book boy."

She glanced at the slender woman smiling at her in front of the east fence.

Zhao Rong nodded and turned his head.

But he saw that the book girl named Bifang was no longer looking at him directly like before, but she was still peeking at him.

At this moment, see him.

Bifang smiled softly at Zhao Rong, looking a little shy.

She waved her hand and trotted over to Yu Huaijin's place.
Chapter completed!