Bad Ziyu, how come you still pretend to be me... She was a little discouraged and glared at Zhao Rong who was blinking.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, please don't talk nonsense. How did I lie to you? I really read it in a miscellaneous book." Zhao Rong felt it was necessary to reiterate, well, it's just that this miscellaneous book is not in the Xuanhuang Realm...

Everyone didn't believe him either, they just thought he was humble.

Zhao Xifu glanced at the glass of wine in front of Zhao Rong and sneered.

Zhao Rong coughed and didn't explain much.

He pointed to the glass of wine as clear as a spring:

"What kind of wine is this? Could it be...Uncle, you are too polite. Which one of us is following the other? Qingjun has already troubled you too much by borrowing Guizhai's kitchen to cook tonight, and now uncle can't help it, and is determined

Without hesitation, I took out the treasured wine without hesitation, this is too... um, is this a summer insect or a qushi? "

Zhao Rongzheng said sincerely, but his expression dropped in the next second and he asked curiously.

"..." Zhao Xifu felt that if he stayed with this brat any longer, he would suffer from eye twitching... Ah, we don't want to get to know each other, so don't let me get to know each other.

He said expressionlessly: "It's yours. You'll know when you drink it, don't ask me."

The shopkeeper came to the closed wooden door, looked up at the clock hanging on the door, and then glanced outside the door through the hole in the screen window of the wooden door.

Zhao Rong nodded, picked up the wine glass, and wanted to drink.

"etc."

The sword spirit in the heart lake suddenly said.

"He is shaking you. It is useless for you to drink. It may even be harmful."

Zhao Rong asked seriously: "What kind of wine is this?"

After a moment of silence, he said, "This is probably a rare place of enlightenment."

Zhao Rong felt a chill in his heart.

Sword Spirit said in a deep voice, "You can give it to your eldest wife or second wife, or that old friend."

Zhao Rong was stunned for half a breath, "Xiao Xiao?"

"No. He's the one with the biggest breasts and the most dignified one."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart:

"Can you fucking stop making such jokes? My relationship with Zhu Yourong is not what you think. We are normal teachers and students, and our relationship is both teachers and friends. Don't taint us with your dirty thoughts!"

He was a little angry.

"Oh, teachers and students...it's not like I haven't seen this kind of thing before. Don't all you scholars like this tone? In addition to female teachers, there are also mistresses and so on..." Gui disdain.

"Shut up. I have nothing to say to you, so don't talk nonsense."

"Would normal teachers and students still secretly write in each other's hands in public?" Sword Spirit wondered, "Are you asking for advice? Scholars really know how to play, even flirting with each other so elegantly, this time

It’s written in the palm of your hand, where will you write next time?”

"I..." Zhao Rong.

Wait, why do I feel like you, a bullshit sword spirit, know everything?

The two only communicated quickly within a few breaths, and Zhao Rong quickly turned dark.

Gui thought for a while and said firmly: "According to my experience, if you two teachers and students continue to flirt with each other like this, sooner or later they will get together..."

Zhao Rong didn't wait for it to finish speaking, then left the heart lake and ignored the poisonous tongue sword spirit.

The next second, he moved.

At this time, in everyone else's field of vision, Zhao Rong suddenly paused after picking up the wine glass after hearing Zhao Xifu's words.

Then his eyes drooped, he was quiet for a few breaths, then suddenly raised his eyes and handed the wine glass to Zhao Lingfei's hand without saying a word.

"Qingjun, drink."

Zhao Rong said seriously.

Zhao Lingfei was stunned for a moment, shook her head, and tried to push her back, "Brother Rong'er, I said, if you don't drink this wine, you can drink..."

"Qingjun." Zhao Rong interrupted softly.

At the door, Zhao Xifu looked outside with his back to everyone, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Concubine Zhao Ling frowned slightly and wanted to ask.

Zhao Rong was having some kind of suspicion in his heart, and his thoughts were getting stronger and stronger. He stared at Zhao Lingfei's beautiful eyes seriously, squinted and repeated:

"Drink."

Zhao Lingfei raised her glass without hesitation, raised her head, and drank the clear spring water in one gulp.

The woman with autumn eyes suddenly became well-behaved.

All this happened in an instant.

As soon as everyone reacted, Zhao Lingfei in their sight had already put down her wine glass.

She put down the wine glass gently. At this moment, the bottom of the wine glass was only a few centimeters from the surface of the table.

The next second.

The wine glass touched the table.

"Click!"

It was a loud sound! It was like knocking on everyone's forehead, making people's teeth shake.

No one made a sound.

For a time, the sound of the falling cup echoed back and forth in the dim orange-lit hall, just like a morning bell oscillating for the first time in the morning on the top of the mountain, welcoming a bright rising sun.

Where everyone's eyes were focused, Zhao Lingfei was sitting upright with her waist straight, her bare hand holding the cup slowly loosened.

Under her hands, the glass containing a certain wine turned into powder.

Silent and breathless.

At this time, when the tavern was closed, there was no wind, and everyone was breathing softly.

The powder that the wine glass turned into rose up with the wind, swirled upwards, drew the trajectory of the whirlwind, and then scattered in all directions.

However, when a part of the powder flew about three feet above and in front of Zhao Lingfei's right shoulder, it seemed that it encountered some transparent obstacles...

The powder vaguely outlines the shape of a small sword.

Just in a blink of an eye, the powder has dissipated.

The sword disappeared.

Before anyone could open their eyes and take a closer look, a small handleless sword appeared three feet above and in front of Zhao Lingfei's left shoulder.

It is exquisite and clear, slender and compact, like a slender girl.

This sword is very familiar to Zhao Rong. It is the physical sword of Qingjun's natal flying sword Qingmei in the heart lake. However, Qingjun seems to have not collected the special materials and forged it completely, so he rarely takes it out.

However, at this moment, under the look of astonishment, Qingmei appeared, and... she screamed with all her strength!

Zheng!

The clear sound of Qingmei's sword sounds like joy, like... a welcome.

The next second, a sword sound that was clearer than Qingmei's sword sound suddenly appeared.

Zheng!
Chapter completed!