Chapter five hundred and seventy-fifth Mr. Zhao diligently
At the entrance of the tent, a man holding a sword glanced at the Shura Field inside and sighed. He felt embarrassed for that brat.
Besides...it's such a famous scene. It seems like we have to serve a few more bowls of rice tonight, it's too busy.
The man nodded.
Continue to hold the sword and watch the door.
Hehe, brat, let’s see if you still dare to tell Uncle Xiaobai that I’m not sensible.
The man holding the sword muttered, "Miss and Xiao Qian'er just praised me for being very sensible..."
He smiled and narrowed his eyes, suddenly feeling that the night was really nice today...
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Zhao Rong knew it would be like this!
I just knew that it would be difficult to pass the test of the last words.
Just now when the two girls suddenly came back, Zhao Rong felt that something was going to be bad.
When these three women gathered together, it seemed that the script of catching an adulterer seemed familiar. God was obviously going to give him a big one.
The easiest thing to guess is.
After Qingjun and Qianer heard some last words from Zhu Yourong, they must have gone round the corner to ask him what they had said to Zhu Yourong before they died.
But in this case, the normal words he said to Zhu Yourong would probably be interpreted, not to mention his somewhat sensational "Book with You Rong"...
At this time, Zhao Rong had no expression on his face.
He is quite experienced in these encounters.
He looked at Qingjun and Qian'er.
One of the two women was holding his sleeve, and the other was covering the back of his hand. They were both looking at him intently, with very 'curious' eyes.
it's good now.
Asking about my last words, they really are going to be my last words.
Zhao Rong nodded in his heart.
in addition……
Zhu Yourong, you have changed!
With a stiff neck, he turned his head and looked at the culprit, Zhu Yourong.
She supported her white chin with the back of one hand, tilted her head slightly, and poured tea nonchalantly with the other hand.
At this time, as if she noticed the look of a certain man looking at his husband and his wife, the woman in the scholar's shirt nodded to him encouragingly.
It's like saying: Why are you looking at me? They are asking you, not me. Well, I hope you think clearly before answering your 'last words'. Come on Tzuyu, I believe you can do it...
He looked like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
"..." I encourage you, you big-headed devil.
The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched fiercely.
Suddenly, he felt someone's finger on his right hand.
"Brother Rong'er." A girl called in a soft voice.
"Ah, what's wrong?" Zhao Rong turned around and saw that it was Xiao Qian'er.
The girl raised his big hand, covered her pink cheek, and asked her sweetheart in a low voice: "Brother Rong'er, you...did you only leave a last message for Mr. Zhu? Is there a message for the lady and me? Probably not...
No? Well, I...we want it too."
Next to her, Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lips and nodded softly. Her bright eyes looked at her husband with affection, waiting for his answer.
Zhao Rong: "......"
Damn it, no, can you guys compete with each other? Compare each other's husband's last words? Is there any one that is longer or shorter than the last words? Compare which one is more touching, heartfelt and sincere?
Zhao Rong opened his eyes and felt that something was wrong.
No matter how well-behaved and sweet a woman is, once she starts to get jealous and compare with her, it will be really outrageous.
In fact, on the way to escape, he did write some last words to Qingjun and Xiaoxiao, which were on the blood note he left in the back hall of the underground palace.
It's just that this blood book was later taken away by Luo Xiu and was not returned to him. After all, the heroine had already given her pure white Han Palace to save the young master. Naturally, it was impossible for her to follow the blood book and give it to Qingjun.
Xiao Xiao conveyed his last words.
As for the last words for Qian'er, I really don't have any.
Because Zhao Rong directly gave her his entire life at that time, and all the loving words he wanted to say to this silly girl were reflected in his choices and actions.
These are the most affectionate last words.
However, a woman's desires are unlimited. Even if she is an obedient and well-behaved little Qian'er, she can't help but want more care and love from her sweetheart.
At this time, Zhao Rong had a serious face and shook his head seriously:
"Who is a serious person to leave any last words? Besides, how can he care about these things in a critical moment? All he thinks about is to survive! Live! Live! Live to see you, what kind of last words can I leave? It's not like I'm dead, cough cough."
He explained forcefully, and suddenly felt that what he said made sense.
Zhao Rongzhang pretended to be disappointed and said: "Oh, Qingjun, Qian'er, is it possible that you all hope to die for your husband?"
"How could it be!" the two women said in unison, shaking their heads vigorously.
"That's right." Zhao Rong was overjoyed and thought to himself that there seemed to be something going on.
He nodded, taking advantage of Qingjun and Qian'er's hurried denial, and quickly said something about it: "The words I passed on to Mr. Zhu at that time were just words of admonishment and farewell among some Confucian friends. Where is it?"
Last words... By the way, Qingjun, Qian'er, why did you come back so early?"
Someone is trying to change the subject.
Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly said: "Husband, what words of admonition and farewell did you say to Mr. Zhu that are used by Confucian scholars and friends?"
Xiao Qianer nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice.
The two ladies are still very curious about what happened between their husband and Mr. Zhu.
Zhu Yourong also sighed softly at this time, put down the teacup, and turned to face Zhao Rong.
Actually, he was helping Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer to persuade:
"Tzuyu, just go ahead and tell Sister Lingfei and Sister Qian'er that it's okay and don't take my feelings into consideration with those heart-warming last words of yours...well, they are words of admonishment and farewell."
The two daughters, Zhao Lingfei and Concubine Zhao, couldn't help but look at her sideways.
The woman in scholar's robe lowered her eyes slightly, with bright teeth and bright eyes, "Well, if you're sorry, just be sorry. It's okay. There's nothing I can't say."
She seemed a little embarrassed, but she still shook her head.
Seeing this, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer pursed their lips and looked straight at their husband.
Zhao Rong was also looking at Zhu Yourong who seemed to be adding fuel to the fire.
Seeing Qingjun and Qian'er's eyes pressing toward them with a mixture of grievance and sorrow, he withdrew his gaze.
Zhao Rong had calmed down by now.
Because he felt something was wrong, and then he reacted a little bit.
Zhu Yourong will not make trouble unreasonably.
With her temperament, when Zhao Rong is angry, her words and tricks will embarrass him, but she will not be too ridiculous. She will have a sense of proportion to embarrass him, but she can get off the stage.
This method of 'stepping down' is something that an intellectual woman like Zhu Yourong, who has a clear heart and a clear heart, will generally not take the initiative to say out loud because she is proud and disdainful. Therefore, like all smart women in the world, she likes to let men use their own brains to guess.
They also took the opportunity to see how the men responded and appreciated the man among them who could understand each other tacitly.
This is the blue-faced confidant that they can love and talk about.
Zhao Rong suddenly bent the corner of his mouth.
He did not look at Zhu Yourong, but looked at Qingjun and Xiao Qian'er with open eyes.
At this moment, the woman in scholar's shirt, who looked gentle and gentle but was actually aloof and self-admired, was once again guessed by a close friend and enemy.
"Oh, then I'll tell you, Mr. Zhu, don't be embarrassed when the time comes."
Zhao Rong's sudden calm tone made Zhao Lingfei and Concubine Zhao look at each other. Could it be that they really misunderstood their husband?
Zhu Yourong's willow eyes were slightly lowered, without raising his eyelids, he just nodded, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip of tea.
But what the people around her didn't see was her red lips, which were covered with a tea cup. The corners of her lips were twitching, as if she was a little... helpless and depressed, but there was also a little bit of relief and happiness mixed in there.
It's like a smart woman meets an enemy who can always guess her thoughts.
But if he didn't guess it, she would be a little disappointed, right?
Zhu Yourong didn't quite understand the feeling lingering in his heart at this time.
Zhao Rong didn't even look at her and said with a smile:
"I really can't do anything to you... In other words, when I was in the Zhulin Courtyard, I felt that my chances of survival were slim, so before I asked Mr. Zhu's clone to send Xiao Qian'er away, I asked the clone to take a message back... I hope our Mr. Zhu can do it in the future
Go to school on time for calligraphy classes and correct students' homework on time."
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhu Yourong with a smile, "Well, don't delay any longer and work hard to be a good gentleman who is respected and loved by the students."
The latter pursed his lips and put down the teacup.
“…”
Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer opened their eyes wide and exchanged glances.
Why is it different from what they expected? Is it true or false?
Xiao Qian'er tilted her head in confusion, "Brother Rong'er, are you serious?"
Zhao Rong nodded calmly: "Well, because at that time I couldn't let go of the calligraphy classes at Sui Xing Hall and Zhengyi Hall in the academy. At the same time, I was afraid that without me as a teaching assistant, Mr. Zhu would often forget to go to class on time, wasting Sui Xing.
The studies of the students of the Hall of Justice and Justice..."
He nodded, "Well, maybe this is the self-cultivation of a diligent and qualified teacher. In this area, your husband won the first prize, almost full marks."
Zhao Lingfei: "..."
Zhu Yourong: "......"
Zhao Qian'er: "......"
Seeing Qingjun and Xiao Qian'er still had a look of disbelief on their eyebrows.
Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, raised his chin, and gestured to Zhu Yourong, "Here, if you don't believe me, go ask Mr. Zhu if what I said is right, and is this the heart-warming last words I gave her?"
The two of them immediately looked at Zhu Yourong. Before, they thought that Zhu Yourong had really received the unknown last words from her husband, so they confidently flirted with them in front of them. Just now, they were just "riding on the face"...
Under the gazes of Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong looked down at the tea cup on the table, and then... nodded:
"Well, Tzuyu is right."
Zhu Yourong, who had been stabbing Zhao Rong in the back before, now became very cooperative.
Sure enough, this fellow Taoist Yourong... Zhao Rong smiled when he saw this, and continued to make up his words to the woman in Confucian robes:
"By the way, Mr. Zhu, you should have collected all the homework I assigned to Suixingtang before. Have you finished correcting it while I'm away from the academy? It's best to send it back before the calligraphy assessment so that the students can take a closer look.
, review the old and learn the new... Well, I told my clone about these things before we left the Zhulin Courtyard..."
Zhu Yourong glanced at him and nodded, "I got it. Thank you Mr. Zhao for your heart-warming last words. We will never forget to preach and teach in critical moments..."
Zhao Rong and the woman in Confucian robes looked at each other, their eyes understanding.
It was just that the woman in Confucian shirt was a little unhappy, but she let him see through it easily.
Zhao Rong smiled inwardly. He had actually been wondering before why Zhu Yourong suddenly mentioned his "heartwarming last words" publicly in front of Qingjun and Qian'er.
She seemed to be able to irritate Qingjun and Qian'er unnecessarily, putting Zhao Rong in a dilemma.
But then Zhao Rong suddenly connected again. It turned out that Zhu Yourong was still doing the same thing as before when Qingjun Qian'er didn't come over. On the surface, he gave him a strong order to pour tea, but in fact, he had to carefully hold the cup of hot tea to him with both hands.
It was the same when she suddenly mentioned this 'heartwarming last words'.
Throwing the problem and choice to Zhao Rong seemed to be an insult in front of Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er.
But in fact, no matter how Zhao Rong answers, as long as the words can be rounded off, Zhu Yourong will nod and cooperate with him. There is no need to collude in advance, as long as the two of them have a tacit understanding.
It's not about using the "Book of Taoist Friends with Yourong" to threaten Zhao Rong.
But if Zhao Rong is really frightened and takes the initiative to confess the contents of the "Book of Taoist Friends with Yourong" to the two daughters of Zhao Lingfei, then it doesn't matter what happened to Zhu Yourong. Anyway, he is stupid, and she, Zhu Yourong, has nothing to do with her.
…
This is what Zhao Rong can think about right now.
However, what he didn't know was that a certain woman in scholar's shirt actually had some other small purpose in mind... If Zhao Rong really misjudged her meaning and took the initiative to confess the "Book of Taoist Friends with You Rong", then she could also
By observing Zhao Rong's reaction, we can judge what the emotional words he said after his last words were, and whether they were really a bit... Xiao Jiujiu, the jockey who destroyed his ancestors...
However, Zhu Yourong would naturally not tell Zhao Rong these things.
At this moment, she suddenly smiled and took out her homework.
Zhao Rong changed the topic and looked at the two girls.
After taking a closer look, I discovered the problem again.
"Qian'er, have you gone to take a bath?"
He asked doubtfully and curiously.
I couldn't help but take a look at the cute nightgown that fit the girl's body tightly and well-proportioned, but she seemed to have put it on a little... in a hurry?
Xiao Qian'er shrank her head, then nodded and said: "When I came back, I found that I was very dirty. I was afraid that Brother Rong'er would dislike me, so I went to take a bath and incense myself."
She blinked.
Zhao Rong took another look at her hair, which was now wet and hanging down. She was no longer afraid of the cold in autumn.
"Why did you come here without even drying and tying your hair?"