"Let her go."

In the flower garden, a quiet and intellectual woman in a Confucian shirt stood between the young Confucian scholar and the fox-eyed girl, but the hands of the latter two were still connected.

At this time, Zhu Yourong turned his head and whispered to Zhao Rong, who was holding on to the weeping little fox demon.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and pursed his lips in silence, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her with a frown.

On Zhu Yourong's quiet and elegant face, she had a pair of calm and calm eyes, and her delicate chin was slightly raised to meet his gaze.

The two people, who always share the same mind, looked at each other in silence for a while.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, looked away, and gradually lost strength in his hands.

The little fox demon covered his mouth and took the opportunity to pull out his hand.

However, just as she escaped from the clutches of the heartless man in front of her, the next second, another white jade hand suddenly stretched out and took her little hand.

"You... let me go and don't touch me." Su Xiaoxiao retracted her hand as if she had touched hot coals.

But as a girl in blue with arms akimbo said not long ago, she seems to be the weakest in Yilanxuan at this time.

Zhu Yourong gently grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's little hand.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the tearful girl with fox eyes.

I saw that the sachet tightly held in the left hand of the little fox demon covering her mouth was soaked with tears.

"Don't stand here, go somewhere far away and wait."

Zhu Yourong gave the order without looking back.

"I won't leave." Zhao Rong shook his head.

"Ask her if she wants to see you now." Zhu Yourong said softly.

Zhao Rong turned to look at Xiaoxiao and saw her lowering her head and covering her mouth, sobbing.

He said calmly: "I have something to say to her."

"Then wait until I finish." Zhu Yourong's tone was rare and unquestionable.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment.

"You... don't scratch her anymore."

His tone sounded a little lonely for some reason.

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Zhu Yourong. Without looking at Su Xiaoxiao, who looked away from him, he turned around and walked to the entrance of the flower garden to wait, leaving this place to the two girls.

Zhao Rong came to the entrance of the flower garden, raised his hands and rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and then looked back.

I saw Zhu Yourong wiping Xiaoxiao's tears with his handkerchief and whispering these things.

The latter resisted very much, but couldn't break away from her hand, so he tried to cover his ears, but there was no use in covering one ear...

At this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly heard another movement coming from outside the flower garden behind him.

He looked back and saw three...four women's figures walking towards him. Well, the little girl in the front was too short, so he almost missed her.

"Sister Yu, Sister Bifang, Sister Xue, this way, he is inside!"

Not far away, Jingzi was leading the way in a very anxious and excited manner, and came with Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyou, whom Zhao Rongpo had not seen for a long time.

Behind them was a girl as frail as catkins, the maid of Yu Huaijin whom Zhao Rong had met several times, the girl Bifang who seemed to like eating snacks.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't let him do bad things and run away easily..." The sound of the girl in blue jumping anxiously came from far away.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched. Even though he was thinking hard at the moment, he couldn't help but want to hit someone. This little girl's skin was itchy.

He ran away with a hammer, but he didn't take the initiative to hold his hand. Besides, Zhu Yourong only held his hand to write a word. Although Zhao Rong didn't know what her intention was now, the two of them had a tacit understanding, and he felt that it shouldn't be that way.

A sense of transcendence.

However, Jingzi and Yu Huaijin didn't seem to think so at this time. Not long after, the four women hurried to the entrance of the flower garden, and they happened to bump into Zhao Rong who was waiting there.

He held up his sleeves and stood at the door, blocking their view.

"Hey, why didn't you run away?" Jingzi was stunned, then glared at him with a fierce face.

Now that I have the support of Sister Yu behind me, I am full of courage.

Zhao Rong was speechless and glanced at the four people who hurried over as if they were trying to catch someone raping someone.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and then said in an understatement, "It's over, we'll come out."

"It's... it's done!"

The girl in blue who was tilting her head to take a look at the scene in the flower garden was so frightened that she jumped three feet high. The next second, she passed Zhao Rong and ran into the flower garden.

However, unlike the impetuous little girl, a certain skinny and old-fashioned girl was obviously much calmer.

Yu Huaijin glanced at the young Confucian scholar in front of him who had a free and casual temperament and whom Mr. Zhu liked very much. He took a step back and bowed solemnly.

"Brother Zhao, the exam is about to take place. Why did you suddenly come back and have something to do with Mr. Meng?"

Zhao Rong first looked back at Xiaoxiao and Zhu Yourong, then turned back, lowered his eyes as if he was worried, and casually cupped his hands, "It's not far anyway, come back and take a look, I'm a little worried about Senior Yu and all of you flirting with me."

He didn't comment, but said casually.

Yu Huaijin frowned slightly.

As he spoke, he took her out alone and placed her in front of his colleagues.

This serious and old-fashioned girl put on a small face, raised her hands and saluted: "Brother Zhao, don't be joking."

At this time, Zhao Rong had no intention of talking to this boring girl who cared about everything she said and did. He turned to say hello to Li Xueyou and Bifang.

He turned his head and took a closer look.

Brother Xue You is still the same, with Xiaojiabiyu's shy temperament, hiding behind Yu Huaijin, who is shorter than her, talking to him in a soft voice, and occasionally blushing suddenly for no apparent reason.

And the slender and delicate girl Bifang at the end, after greeting each other, seemed to be greedy again. She took out the snack bag, picked it up with her hands, and started eating in small bites, from time to time.

Go and take a peek at Yu Huaijin who never looked back.

Zhao Rong glanced at him, but he always felt that the greedy and greedy Bifang girl looked at him more directly.

At this time, Zhao Rong was concerned about the movements of the two women, one big and one small, in the garden behind him. He didn't think much about it. If it was normal, he would have whispered softly: "Have you become handsome again?" and touched his handsome face...

On the side, Yu Huaijin wanted to ask Zhao Rong why he was here today, but he saw Zhao Rong turning around to look around absentmindedly.

She exchanged glances with Li Xueyou and Bifang, and then the three women also became quiet and looked curiously in the direction of the young Confucian scholar's gaze.

At this time, Zhao Rong's eyes remained unblinking.

I saw Zhu Yourong wiping Xiaoxiao's tears by the table deep in the flower garden, holding her hand and saying something.

Jingzi, who had just burst in, was waiting quietly not far from the table.

After looking at it for a while, Zhao Rong frowned, and he didn't look at it for a while. However, at this time, the situation over there seemed to have silently changed a lot.

In the field of vision, Xiaoxiao, who had withdrew her hands and was stubborn not long ago, now let Zhu Yourong hold her hand and wipe her pear-shaped little face.

Xiaoxiao's eyes were timid and somewhat doubtful as she stared at the woman in scholar's shirt in front of her, seeming to be listening intently.

From time to time, Zhu Yourong would show an inquiring look and say a few words, as if asking something. Then he would lower his eyes and twist the red string that tied the opening of the sachet with his small hands, seeming to be whispering. Then the gentle, beautiful and intellectual woman in a scholar's shirt would

Then he nodded gently, raised his hand to wipe the tears of the little fox demon, and spoke softly...

It's a pity that Zhao Rong was too far away and couldn't hear what Zhu Yourong was talking to Xiao.

A girl in blue, who noticed that her excessive brain had been tricked, was glaring at him with her head tilted and her eyes narrowed.

Zhao Rong ignored Jingzi, who had very unhappy eyes, and looked there intently for a while.

Gradually, he breathed out softly.

On the side, Yu Huaijin didn't seem to be in a hurry. He saw that the teacher in the flower garden was busy communicating with an overly beautiful girl with fox eyes who was also crying beautifully. She watched silently. Like Zhao Rong, she stood with her hands on her sleeves.

He waited with an extremely upright posture.

In fact, when Yu Huaijin came here, he was just staring at someone as usual.

Behind her, Li Xueyou squinted slightly, as if she wanted to get a better look at the unfamiliar fox-eyed girl in the distance. She couldn't help but glance at the focused profile of the young Confucian scholar next to her.

In stark contrast to the cautious Li Xueyou, Bifang was at the back. She looked at Zhao Rong with a straight look in her eyes and ate with gusto.

Because Zhao Rong seemed to be preoccupied, absent-minded, and pursed his lips in silence, the three women had no communication at this time.

The four of them waited quietly at the entrance.

As time went by, the desk deep in the flower garden, which was often pressed heavily by a female gentleman, underwent surprising changes.

Well, it actually surprised Zhao Rong alone. The other newcomers were still a little confused about the situation in the flower garden.

At a certain moment, after listening carefully to what the fox-eyed girl said for a long time, the woman in scholar's clothes gently nodded, suddenly pulled the fox-eyed girl to the table, picked up a pen and wrote something for the fox-eyed girl to read.

After looking at the things on the table, the reporter nodded vigorously...

This movement made Zhao Rong a little confused in the distance, but he saw that Xiaoxiao had stopped crying and began to communicate frequently with Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong was relieved and at the same time became more confused.

And a little surprised.
To be continued...