Chapter 371 Young Master Like My Dream Lover (Part 2) (for March
Three feet in front of Zhao Rong, Luo Xiu stopped. She bowed gracefully, gently opened her lips, and said the second sentence of the night.
The woman's voice is quiet and elegant.
"Excuse me, is this Zhao Ziyu, Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Rong nodded, "Yes, that's right."
Luo Xiu suddenly raised her head, stared at him, and said playfully: "Xiu'er likes the young master's poems very much."
"Girl, you also like Tu Yile? Well, if you like it, I'll give it to you."
"Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome, seven breaths a piece, there are plenty. If you still want it, I still have it." Zhao Rong waved his hand modestly.
The other onlookers looked at Zhao Rong, who was enamored by the fairy, with different eyes. At this time, they heard the poem "Seven Breaths Become a Poetry" and secretly took a breath.
The corners of the mouths of Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall couldn't help but twitch.
A certain little girl couldn't help but laugh, seeing her sweetheart being admired by everyone, her eyes sparkling.
Luo Xiu's eyes did not leave Zhao Rong's face for a moment, and he said softly: "Master Zhao is really powerful. He only needs seven breaths, and he is really a great weapon."
Hiss, if you praise me like this, I'll be rude to you.
When Zhao Rong thought of this, his eyes showed admiration and he said: "Young girl has good eyesight. I hide the weapon in my body, but I still can't hide it from my smart eyes."
"Young Master is so funny."
"The girl is so honest."
"Master, please don't break your sleeves."
"Girl, I'm just going to tell you the truth."
"…………"
A wave of business exchanges made the stunning girl speechless. She did not answer the conversation anymore, but nodded lightly, and then got down to business.
He smiled brightly and said: "Thank you for the poem, Master. I can't repay you. I only have the body of a willow tree and my meager strength. Tonight, can you let me... help you make the bed and fold the quilt, and try my best to repay you. In addition, I admire you."
Poetry, I also want to ask you about the seven breaths at night..."
As soon as this statement came out, all the guests were extremely jealous.
After Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall looked at each other with sadness, they were also filled with envy.
They all looked at Zhao Rong with a warm smile.
Such a stunning beauty almost took the initiative to post it, and her words could not be clearer, she was recommending herself as a pillow.
Don’t you still have the final say on how to make the bed and fold the quilt, ask for poems, how to make the bed, and how to ask for advice?
But obviously, someone didn't think so...
Zhao Rong, who was funny one second, suddenly turned serious the next second, "Are you going to rely on me?"
His tone was wary, as if a boy must protect himself outside.
Luo Xiu: "…………"
Everyone in the audience: "…………"
"Son."
Luo Xiu stared at Zhao Rong and suddenly called out.
This stunning girl tilted her head slightly, biting her lip, with some crystal tears in her eyes, showing a feeling of tenderness, shyness, pity and regret.
She said word by word: "Don't look down on me anymore. Your family likes you. I beg you to take pity on me and comb your hair for me."
Zhao Rong's expression returned to calm, and he studied the eyes of the girl in front of him, who was as beautiful as bright fireworks. There were strange colors in them, and they seemed to contain the sparks of unknown destiny.
He suddenly said something out of nowhere, "Can you not comb your hair?"
Luo Xiu stared straight at Zhao Rong. A few small teeth bit her red lips until they turned blue. She shook her head seriously. The next second, she lowered her head again. This time, she lowered her eyebrows and looked at Zhao Rong.
In front of him, there was a charming fragrance in his sleeves, and he meekly picked up vegetables and poured tea for him.
A beautiful lady with golden pink sleeves and red sleeves, she is extremely gentle and serves Zhao Rong.
In the past ten years, a pure and innocent man with a rare and famous stove turned into a clingy kitten and wanted to rub its owner.
Zhao Rong leaned back slightly, and she was almost close to his arms, and even tried to sit on Zhao Rong's lap, but fortunately, he quickly moved his legs away from her.
Well, I didn't let this stunning girl take any advantage.
Want to take advantage of me? It's not that easy.
Zhao Rong's operation made everyone in the hall dumbfounded. Why are you so experienced?
And Luo Xiu, a stunning fairy who not long ago was being sought after by all the men on the court, was so persistent in her support for Zhao Rong that the whole place became silent.
Is there any fucking reason for this?
Especially behind the person who was being pinned down, there was a pretty girl whose appearance was no less than that of Luo Xiu, with a smart and graceful temperament. She stared at Luo Xiu with her eyebrows raised, and the expression on her little face was very dissatisfied.
Drought will kill you, and floods will kill you! Is this reasonable?
Even Gu Yiwu, who seemed to have a very strong mental quality, was also full of black lines, and he couldn't help complaining in his heart.
"Sir, try this dish. It's a specialty of Zuixianlou. One bite, it's soft and crispy."
"..."
"Sir, please let me squeeze."
"..."
"Sir, I took a taste and the tea is still a little hot. I'll give you a blow."
"Fairy, please respect yourself!" Zhao Rong, who was teased and harassed, finally couldn't help but speak.
"How much does Xiuer weigh? Master, do you really want to know?"
"..." Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong was speechless for a while. Finally, he sighed softly, spread his hands, and gave Gu Yiwu and other classmates a helpless look. The meaning was obvious.
I really don't want to comb her hair.
"???" all the students.
Their expressions at this moment are roughly like this.
(／‵Д′)／~╧╧
Can you still have fun playing?
However, the friends at Mochi Academy were complaining in their hearts at most, but a certain person who had been ignored by everyone for a long time and almost forgotten, went crazy when he saw the fairy throwing himself into the arms of a girl and pursuing a boy.
"Stop it, please stop it, this young master, this is so damn unfair, there is a shady story!!"
Master Shenxu's originally pale face was covered with abnormal flushing, and his face became red and thick-necked, and his tone was filled with grief and anger.
"Why can't my best-rated poems be compared to these bad poems about cats and dogs!? His poems are not even good-looking, so how can he compare with me? It's not fair! There is definitely a shady story!!!"
Master Shenxu's shout broke the silence in the hall.
With a hysterical look on his face, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Rong viciously with his index finger.
Crackling————!
boom----!
In an instant, Master Shenxu flew out upside down. Where he stayed, in the air at the height of his head, there were dozens of miscellaneous and tiny things 'blooming' in the air.
There were foaming water splashes, fine spiritual tea leaves, and patterned ceramic shards flying around in the air. There were also a few drops of blood in the process.
Obviously, a few breaths ago, apart from the blood, these fragments were assembled into a quiet teacup filled with hot tea.
The next second.
The fragments of these teacups fell to the surroundings, but strangely, the liquid still smelling of tea was hovering in the air, without any trace falling, while at the same time, the few drops of blood in the liquid fell.
It didn't get contaminated by someone's hard-earned tea.
After Mr. Shenxu was 'head-shot', he flew five meters upside down and broke three tables in a row, causing a mess. Then, he was caught by a follower who had quick eyesight and quick hands to slow down his force.
“Ahhhhhh————!”
Amidst Master Shenxu's wails, which were like killing pigs, Zhao Qian'er took a step forward with a calm face. She was still holding a teapot in her hand, but the small teacup she was holding in her other hand was
Gone.
The clear voice echoed throughout Zuixian Tower.
"Point your finger at my brother Rong'er again, and next time you won't just break a tea cup."
The little girl wrote lightly that as soon as she finished speaking, after the tea cup was broken, the tea water hovering in the air jumped up neatly, and instantly turned into a three-foot-long water flying sword, making people unable to see clearly the process of their fusion.
.
The next second, the clear water sword with the scent of white mist and tea jumped again and suddenly appeared three feet above the forehead of Master Shenxu, who was surrounded and protected by his followers.
There is a flying sword three feet above the head.
The pupils of the several followers who were about to step forward to protect Mr. Shenxu shrank, their footsteps stopped, and they remained silent in front of this tea-scented flying sword that could teleport.
This is actually a sword cultivator!
Zhao Qian'er narrowed her eyes slightly and suddenly said, "Did you hear that?"
"Ah ah ah -" The wailing Master Shenxu was so frightened by the flying sword that suddenly appeared on his head, with the tip pointed directly at him, that he burst into tears and nodded hurriedly, "I heard it, I heard it.
We’re here…help me, help me quickly…”
In the huge hall, there were obviously many people, but only one person screamed, and everyone was silent.
Many guests looked at the handsome girl holding a teapot and pouring tea for someone with solemn eyes. Before, they thought she was just the concubine or maid of the young Confucian scholar, a little beauty like a vase.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a very rare swordsman in Dali Mountain, a female swordsman!
In the venue, as long as there are guests with some background, the look of shock in their eyes is mixed with the look of thinking, silently guessing the true origin of this group of dragons crossing the river. They definitely don't look like Li Ren... What are you doing here? Special
It was the young Confucian scholar who made Fairy Luo Xiu fall into her arms. He was very strange...
The air in the hall seemed to be freezing. Suddenly, someone broke the silence.
"actually."
Zhao Rong chuckled and said, "I think what he said is quite reasonable."
He turned his head and glanced at Master Shenxu, who was trembling under the sword tip.
Alas, there is nothing wrong with learning, but I want to learn from the brainless villains in the story books. Is it so easy to be a villain... Zhao Rong complained speechlessly in his heart.
Then, under the doubtful and curious eyes of everyone, Zhao Rong turned around.
He cast his eyes on the stunning girl who was docile and picking up the food, and said with a smile:
"Well, is there a shady story? Brother Yi Wu's poems are not popular with the girl, but my limericks are."
Luo Xiu quietly hid the food, put down her chopsticks gently, nodded, and shook her head.
"Who said that good poetry will definitely make me like it?"
She raised her eyes and stared at Zhao Rong's face, and said softly: "Xiu'er likes the young master's poems very much, because... the young master is like the lover of my dreams."
The whole place fell silent again.
One after another, his eyes looked towards someone's face.
Zhao Rong: “…………”
A certain young Confucian scholar who was the dream lover of a beautiful fairy blushed.