Zhao Rong didn't expect the battle to end so soon.

A second ago, he was still worried that Qingjun and Yu Huaijin would get angry and make things out of control, and the words of persuasion were almost blurted out: "Stop, stop, don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore..."

result.

Without even blinking an eye, it's over?

The refreshing scent of jasmine on Qingjun's body penetrated into his nose. Zhao Rong slowly turned his head and stared at his wife.

As if sensing Zhao Rong's doubt, Gui sneered.

"Do you think that the fighting between the monks on the mountain is the same as that between the scoundrels below the mountain, with one coming and the other going back and forth, inseparable? Or is it that Mr. Zhao is hoping that these two female geniuses will fight each other for you like mortal women, tearing their clothes and scratching their faces, so that you can feast your eyes and satisfy your vanity?"

Zhao Rong said unhappily, "I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

He paused, then added: "What's so good about Yu Huaijin? My wife is the one who suffers."

Gui clicked his tongue twice, his tone lazy, "But this fight was indeed a bit unsatisfying, not satisfying to watch, and ended a bit too quickly. It's not about the length of time, but the two of them didn't use their full strength, they just broke the formation, and it ended after a brief fight to see who was better. Ha, after all, this is in the academy, and there are probably a few teachers watching over here now."

Zhao Rong thought about it, and still asked in a puzzled tone: "Xiao Guigui, I still didn't see clearly how this fight ended. Uh, should Qingjun win?"

"You damn Zhao Rong, you yell again? Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

"What can you do to me? Can you even devour my master? Little Guigui, if you have the guts, stop yelling at me from across the lake of your heart and show me your real skills."

Gui Youyou said: "I can beat you in my dreams."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Zhao Rong blinked and said seriously, "Don't come. I'm afraid I'll have nightmares if I see you."

Gui also agreed with this point, "You're right, I'm also afraid of nightmares."

After the words fell, there was silence for a moment between the two of them, in their hearts.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but ask, "Can you really see me in your dream? Otherwise, let's meet..."

"It's normal that this fight ended quickly. If you can understand it now, then you're out of your mind."

Gui interrupted his request for a "face-to-face meeting" without even thinking about it.

It paused, and then continued with Zhao Rong's question, explaining to him with surprising patience:

"Your wife and Yu Huaijin were just fighting in magic just now. It wasn't a life-and-death duel. They didn't have to use all their skills. And although it was the first time they met, they were both extraordinary women and had a tacit understanding with each other. They were fighting to see whether the ritual formation could be broken, how many swords it would take to break it, and whether it should be broken by brute force or by clever force..."

Zhao Rong smacked his lips and sighed like a loser, "Is this the world of geniuses? There are so many rules to a fight, and there's also tacit understanding... Does that mean Qingjun won?"

Gui Jian was brought back to the topic, coughed, and spoke slowly:

"Your wife has the upper hand. She is a sword cultivator, so she doesn't have any fancy tricks. No matter how many exquisite spells, magic weapons or strange formations you have, I can break them with one sword. And your wife is a rare talent who can fight. She is proficient in swords, but she is not bound by them. She knows how to adapt.

Concubine Zhao Ling has already refined the pure purple energy you gave her into her life object. Just now, she used the pure energy skillfully to find a loophole in the energy of this ritual formation. You should know that this loophole in energy changes rapidly. Concubine Zhao Ling captured that moment and gently passed a sword to her. Now let’s see…”

Gui Cong Zhao Rong glanced in a certain direction outside from his brow chakra. There, an old-fashioned woman expressionlessly put away her hands, which were transformed into the "Autumn Moon" from the fragment of the poem "The lake light and the autumn moon are in harmony, the pond surface is calm and the mirror is unpolished."

The bright yellow "autumn moon" seemed to have not changed at all, with no flaws in its waxing and waning phases, but the white porcelain bowl had long disappeared.

However, Gui knew that this ordinary white porcelain bowl was just broken into powder just right.

It retracted its gaze and said in a teasing tone, "Now it seems that the force of this sword is just right, and it stops at the right point. Master Zhao is so lucky. If you are wronged, mother and daughter will fight together to seek justice for you."

"However, Yu Huaijin is not a simple person. It seems that she set up this ritual formation after entering the door. She made it according to the local conditions. The original intention was just to trap you and Fan Yushu, two people who have no spiritual energy cultivation. The loss is expected.

I just don’t know if Yu Huaijin has any other tricks up his sleeve, but as long as he doesn’t have any rare secret arts or artifacts, or has practiced a very high-ranking technique, he should be no match for your wife. Although they are female cultivators of the same age and cultivation level, one is a Taoist cultivator and the other is a sword cultivator, and the latter even has a top-grade flying sword…”

At this point, Gui couldn't help but look at Zhao Lingfei, who was standing beside Zhao Rong, taking a step forward and protecting him behind her. He was quiet for a while, and suddenly said earnestly, "Zhao Rong, why don't you stop harming Zhao Lingfei and let her go. Her path is very long. Sword cultivators should be free and unrestrained."

Zhao Rong heard this and suspected that this was someone else's sword spirit. He said unhappily, "I don't want Qing Jun. Do I have to live with you?"

Return: “…”

Zhao Rong paused, and his tone softened slightly, "Back then at the foot of Youshan Mountain, it was you who woke me up by scolding me, saying that if it was really for Qingjun's good, I shouldn't be so self-righteous as to make choices for her. Now I'm holding Qingjun's hand and we're together, and you're asking me to let go of her hand and let Qingjun go for her own good. So you said all the words?"

The sword spirit was silent for a while and sighed slightly. This sigh was clearly the voice Zhao Rong was familiar with, but it made him feel that it carried some vicissitudes from the distant past.

This feeling is hard to describe. If Zhao Rong were to describe it, it would be like a person who has experienced endless years, his heart has grown old, and he is sitting in front of the fire flipping through a book. Suddenly, he sees a similar, familiar, regrettable event happening again. He cannot bear to turn the page, even though he knows in his heart that this is not the story that made him feel regretful and remorseful. But he still feels uneasy.

"I just felt a little sorry, just saying it casually. How can everything in this world be perfect as one wishes... Don't listen. It's good to be with Concubine Zhao Ling now. Her swordsmanship also shows signs of recovery."

Zhao Rong suddenly said, "I know Qingjun's road is very long, but since she called me her beloved and entrusted her heart and body to me, no matter how far the road is, I, Zhao Ziyu, will accompany her."

He paused, then added, "And Xiaoxiao, I'm going to take them with me, and no one of them can escape."

Gui Le laughed, "Oh, you are so tough. Weren't you trembling with fear before that the king would meet the king?"

Zhao Rong waved his hand, full of pride, "You are all from my Zhao family. Our Zhao family governs the family with Confucianism, so you all have to listen to me. Qingjun and Xiaoxiao, you can have a little quarrel, but if you dare to do something stupid, I will punish you according to the family rules and let them know who has the final say in the family."

The sword spirit was amazed.

Zhao Rong, who was always strong and unyielding, suddenly softened his tone. "Ahem, Xiao Guigui, I saw that the water bowl in Yu Huaijin's hand was gone. Was it Qingjun who broke it? Is this water bowl used to set up the formation valuable?"

After all, every family is different. Who knows if what others take out is some rare treasure? Zhao Rong is still very thrifty.

Gui sighed and said seriously, "Zhao Rong, you are in big trouble. This bowl is very valuable. It was used by the ancient emperor to drink water. I suggest you compensate Qingjun to her. Well, add Su Xiaoxiao. Forget it, add you too. Although you are not valuable, it will make it complete and we will be a family together."

"roll!"

Zhao Rong cursed his mother.

When Zhao Rong listened to Gui's words in his heart.

The courtyard of Dongli Cottage remained silent for a while.

Outside the courtyard gate, Li Jinshu, who had been keeping his hands down and concentrating since Concubine Zhao Ling and Yu Huaijin looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the two women in the courtyard showed no signs of taking further action.

Li Jinshu tilted his head and looked at Zhao Rong helplessly, then turned around. His face became serious, and he faced the empty street in Nanxuan Academy, bowed and saluted in a certain direction.

The quiet courtyard.

The silent air was suddenly broken.

Concubine Zhao Ling withdrew her gaze from Yu Huaijin, turned her head, and looked Rong Erge up and down carefully. She saw that he had put on autumn clothes as she said, his face was ruddy, and he was looking at her blankly, not knowing whether he was in a daze or... fascinated by her.

"Idiot." Zhao Lingfei spat inwardly, but her narrow eyes narrowed unconsciously. She couldn't help but lower her head when Zhao Rong stared at her.

Concubine Zhao Ling pinched the corner of her clothes, then looked up, with a faint smile on her lips, and walked to the table. She put down the food box, reached out to open it, and took something out.

Yu Huaijin, Li Jinshu, Jia Tengying and others subconsciously followed Zhao Lingfei's movements.

She took out a steaming porcelain bowl from the box. It seemed to be filled with porridge. She stirred it a few times with a spoon, raised her chin slightly, pursed her pink lips, and blew twice.

Immediately, Zhao Lingfei carried the bowl of hot porridge and walked to the dazed Zhao Rong with lotus steps. She raised her head slightly. She held the porridge with both hands and brought it to his mouth, saying with a smile:

"Husband, eat porridge."

"Cough cough." Li Jinshu coughed twice and looked away.

Jia Tengying stared at the gentle woman in front of him in a daze. She was completely different from the domineering, sharp and cold-eyed woman just now.

Yu Huaijin's eyes narrowed slightly. She pursed her lips, put her small white jade hands back into her sleeves, and slightly tilted her head to look at Zhao Rong.

'Ahh. "Zhao Rong's mind was out of focus. He looked down and immediately saw the hot smoke rising in front of him and the beautiful smile behind it.

A faint fragrance of lotus seeds wafted into his nose, mixed with her familiar scent.

Zhao Rong's eyes softened, and he raised his hand to take the bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, "Thank you for your hard work, Qingjun."

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled and shook her head. She watched Rong Erge scoop up a spoonful, taste it, and nodded with his eyes lighting up.

Her smile became even brighter, and she looked at Zhao Rong with clear eyes.

At this moment, everyone in the courtyard looked at this scene and felt that, like Zhao Rong, they seemed to have eaten something.

“Ahem!”

Li Jinshu couldn't bear it anymore, so he clenched his fists beside his mouth and coughed heavily twice.

Zhao Rong reacted, glanced into the yard, his old face slightly reddened, he handed the lotus seed porridge to Qingjun and winked at her.

The couple exchanged glances.

Concubine Zhao Ling blinked.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

Immediately, Zhao Rong turned and walked towards Yu Huaijin.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei put the lotus seed porridge back into the food box, looked up and smiled politely at her husband's good friend Fan Yushu, whom she had met several times, then picked up the food box and followed Zhao Rong tacitly to Yu Huaijin.

Zhao Rong brought Qingjun and came to three steps in front of Yu Huaijin.

He glanced at Yu Huaijin's expression and saw that she was still as expressionless and old-fashioned as before.

Apart from the large area of ​​her sleeves being soaked by the liquor, nothing seemed to have changed, as if the fight with Qingjun just now had never happened, and she was not at a disadvantage.

However, Zhao Rong knew the ins and outs of the fight from his previous communication with Gui, and he had a clear understanding of it.

At this moment, he met Yu Huaijin's calm eyes.

Stare for a moment.

Zhao Rong suddenly said, "Senior Yu, I'm sorry!"

His words startled everyone in the courtyard.

Zhao Rong frowned, turned around and looked at Concubine Zhao Ling behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"Why don't you apologize to Senior Yu? She came to Dongli Cottage today to give me and Brother Yushu extra lessons. My piano skills are not very good, and Senior Yu is worried about the results of the mid-month exam in half a month, so she came here to help. She even sacrificed her own vacation."

In the eyes of everyone, they only saw the corners of Zhao Lingfei's lips slowly lowering. She lowered her head, staring at the food box in her hand, and spoke softly.

"My husband, Ling Fei didn't apologize, what's my fault? She can make up for the lessons, Ling Fei won't say anything, and we should even thank her, but why did she use the ritual array to imprison you and Master Fan? Ling Fei has little education, but she also knows some simple principles. To imprison my husband with a ritual array is to bully and look down on people. I will never agree to this Senior Yu treating you like this."

"You!" Zhao Rong seemed to be angered by Concubine Zhao Lingfei's stubborn words, "What do you know as a woman? You don't listen to what I say, and you dare to talk back!"

Concubine Zhao Ling ignored his scolding and continued to talk to herself:

"Also, she can give my husband extra lessons, but she can't let my husband get tired while practicing the piano. I don't agree to this either."

"Hey!" Zhao Rong seemed to be choked. He sighed unhappily and turned to Yu Huaijin, saying angrily:

"Senior, I was not strict with my housekeeping, so she dared to talk back to me. Senior, I meant well, but I..."

Yu Huaijin suddenly turned around and ignored him. Instead, he stared at Zhao Lingfei and spoke seriously:

"The original intention of this ritual formation is not to imprison Brother Zhao and Brother Fan. I am staying in Dongli Cottage, so why do we need to set up the formation? This is used to isolate the sounds inside and outside. We don't want the sounds outside to disturb the courtyard.

In addition, Brother Zhao's piano playing is quite loud and will disturb other students in Nanxuan Academy.

Moreover, when I asked Brother Fan and Brother Zhao to give me extra lessons, I was reasoning with them and explaining the importance of the matter. It was not unreasonable and forced. "

Zhao Rong glanced at Qingjun.

Concubine Zhao Ling held the food box with her hands clasped together. She lowered her head and was silent for a while. Suddenly, she raised her eyes, stared at Yu Huaijin and said:

"Senior Yu, I believe what you said. This time I was impulsive and misunderstood you. Ling Fei apologizes to you, but you can no longer use the etiquette formation to lock my husband up for study. If you want to soundproof it, there are other ways. Using the etiquette formation is very offensive, okay?"

Yu Huaijin looked at her, thought for a while, and nodded.

Concubine Zhao Ling held the food box, smiled, and bent down slightly.

Yu Huaijin bowed and saluted.

Zhao Rong saw this and thought that there shouldn't be any other troubles. He smiled brightly, "Isn't that all? Just talk it out. It was all a misunderstanding just now. My wife was just worried about me and acted a little hastily. Senior Yu, please don't take it to heart."

Yu Huaijin glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, "By the way, Senior, how much is this bowl? Do you want one…"

"No need." Yu Huaijin interrupted.

"That's good. That's good."

Zhao Rong turned around and looked at Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

He winked at Qingjun where Yu Huaijin couldn't see.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and looked at Rong Erge, with the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

Zhao Rong took advantage of the victory and pursued:

"Oh, and Senior Yu, my wife finally has time to come and see me. I want to take her around the academy and teach her some lessons. Don't be so reckless next time. Senior Yu, you are generous this time. If you offend others next time, you will probably suffer the consequences. So, how about we stop learning the piano today and continue another day?"

Yu Huaijin pondered for a moment and glanced at Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

"Yes, Brother Zhao, but we can't postpone it. You and Jinzheng can play for the whole morning and must come back in the afternoon. The one hundred characters should be reduced by half, and the remaining number cannot be less. You and I are both students of Ruxing Hall, and we must do our best to contribute to the collective of Ruxing Hall."

Zhao Rong nodded hurriedly. As expected, one should bargain for a higher price. He originally thought that half a day would be enough, so he asked for "some other day", but Yu Huaijin bargained him back, which happened to be a half-day holiday.

This was probably because Yu Huaijin took a step back because Qingjun had just made a concession.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong didn't even look at Fan Yushu who was staring at him eagerly. He turned around and left with Qingjun.