"...Junior Brother Zhao likes to live off his wife!"

As soon as Zhao Rong said this.

No one spoke between the two for a while and silence fell.

Zhu Weirui's eyes widened slightly and he stared at Zhao Rong in a daze.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and stared at her without blinking, as if he was determined to expose the true face of a scumbag.

After a while, Zhu Weirui nodded slowly, her willow-leaf eyes, her eyelids slightly drooping, and she pursed her lips without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong decided to increase his efforts.

"Mr. Zhu." He frowned.

"Um?"

Zhao Rong said sincerely, "Although it is inappropriate to say bad things about him behind his back, he is our new junior brother. The teacher taught us to be united and friendly, but! I, Lin, must speak out about some of his immoral behaviors, because it is really... Hey, Lin needs to give you, Mr. Zhu, a warning."

Zhu Weirui shifted her gaze away from the orchid, glanced at him, and didn't respond.

Zhao Rong sighed, "Oh, I don't know where to start... Junior Brother has a face like a crown of jade, sword-like eyebrows, eyes like bright stars, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, lips like painted fat, and a tall and graceful figure. I don't need to say more about these. Since he can eat gigolo, these are also easy to think of."

Zhao Rong paused and glanced at Zhu Weirui. He saw that she was staring at him intently and nodded slightly in response to his words.

Zhao Rong was secretly quite satisfied.

Immediately, his expression changed, his brows knitted tightly, he clenched his fist and pounded his hand, shaking his head and saying:

"What's hateful is that Junior Brother is too romantic. By the way, in Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion, there is a female genius who is a swordsman who is about to reach the Tianzhi realm at a young age. Her name is Zhao Lingfei. I wonder if you have heard of her, Mr. Zhu?"

Zhu Weirui thought for a moment and nodded, "I've heard that this girl has a promising future. So, what is her relationship with Mr. Zhao?"

"Junior brother and Concubine Zhao Ling are married. They have been friends since childhood, and they are talented and beautiful. They are married in a formal way... However, the one who is married is Junior brother."

Zhu Weirui bit her lip, "Wait, that is to say, Master Zhao..."

Zhao Rong waved his hand and interrupted directly: "He is a son-in-law."

Zhu Weirui frowned, staring at Zhao Rong and asked seriously, "Why does Mr. Zhao want to be a son-in-law..."

Hearing the doubtful tone of the woman in front of him, Zhao Rong was delighted. As expected, there is no reputation that cannot be ruined.

He glanced at Zhu Weirui's picturesque eyes, which were filled with confusion.

Great man, right? Sister, let me tell you, this kind of first impression is very dangerous. Your tone before was full of expectation and curiosity towards me, which is very dangerous. If you are not careful, something will go wrong. But it doesn’t matter. Sister, you are lucky to have met me. I have chewed my tongue to pieces. I don’t believe that I can’t correct it...

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong also sighed with a regretful expression.

"Alas, we thought so at first, too. However, when we saw that Junior Junior Brother and Princess Ling's wife were so close and had a very good relationship, we, the senior brothers, stopped worrying about it. After all, it was their life. As long as they were willing, they could live together forever. It didn't matter whether they had a son-in-law or not. They were still a couple that others envied... Well, after all, their looks were there. When they stood together, they were like immortals from the human world. It was hard not to be the envy of others..."

"Ahem," Zhao Rong suddenly felt that he had gone off topic again, so he quickly stopped talking and continued, "But, in the Four Prefectures of Taiqing, after we, the kind-hearted senior brothers, got along with the junior brothers for a long time, we no longer thought so!"

"Ah." Zhao Rong put one hand behind his back and the other in front of him, lowered his head and sighed again. He said with great regret:

"Later we found out that Junior Brother was not a loyal man who married into the wife's family out of true love. He just liked to eat gigolo meals. And not just one bowl. Junior Brother was eating from the bowl while looking at the pot. No, no, he simply took the pot over."

Zhao Rong turned his head, pursed his lips and looked at Zhu Weirui, only to see that she was staring at him in a daze.

Her willow-like eyes were staring blankly, probably still digesting the words that had just half-destroyed the impression of a great man in her mind.

Zhao Rong cleared his throat and continued to attack:

"Junior brother has just arrived at Taiqing Mansion. He hasn't been at peace for a few days, but he has already started to attract many people. I don't need to elaborate on how great his appearance and talent are. Mr. Zhu should be able to imagine it. Of course, these are not the main points. The main point is that he writes many love letters every day and goes to Nanci Jingshe to deliver love letters at regular times in the morning, noon and evening.

The most he wrote was eighteen love letters in one day and sent them to Nanci Jingshe. At first, we thought that Junior Brother wrote them to Lingfei and her sister alone, and that they were just a love story between the two of them. Later, I and several senior brothers learned that Junior Brother wrote love letters to more than a dozen female geniuses in Taiqing Mansion, just like Junior Brother Lingfei and her sister! "

"What? You asked me how I knew that? Mr. Zhu, I am his senior, so of course I have to keep an eye on him to prevent him from going astray. But later we saw that he was determined to go down this wrong path, and he was determined to eat the women's soft rice. Even ten cows couldn't pull him back."

Zhao Rong stopped talking, put his hands behind his back, slightly raised his head to look at the sky, and sighed.

It's like a big brother who is kind-hearted and devoted to Zen suddenly finds out one day that the little brother who used to obey him all the time has started to go against his will and take a different path, instead of taking the broad road.

Zhu Weirui looked at his lonely face and was silent for a while. "Mr. Zhao, what's next?"

Zhao Rong glanced at her imperceptibly.

"And what else can we do? Under Junior Brother's constant offensive day and night, these dozen fairies almost all fell in love with him. They all came to him and offered him free meals to eat."

He shook his head and said:

"At first we thought that Junior Brother was playing with the women's emotions and hiding it from each other. One day those women would find out and suffer greatly, especially Ling Fei and his wife. They had such a good relationship before, so there must be a storm brewing behind the scenes. But later we found that we, the senior brothers, were still a little shallow."

Zhu Weirui's tone was quite curious, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Rong didn't know how many times this had happened, and he sighed deeply, as if facing this junior brother, he could only feel amazed.

"We stayed with the master in Taiqing Mansion for a month. Junior Brother had been riding more than a dozen boats since the beginning of the month. When we were about to leave, he was still stable and there was no sign of capsizing or falling into the water.

Alas, thinking this way, Junior Brother must be an expert in time management. You know, Mr. Yan assigned a lot of homework, and Junior Brother went to Four Seasons Hall with us during the day and never missed a class... I don't know how he allocated his energy and time to these dozen fairies, and he also had to accompany the main wife, Sister Lingfei, every day."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Weirui nodded slightly.

Zhao Rong clenched his fist over his mouth, coughed twice, and then said, "Finally, one of our brothers couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to find Concubine Zhao Ling and told her everything. Guess what happened?"

Zhu Weirui bit her lip and thought for a moment, then her brows relaxed and she said hopefully, "After the confrontation and argument between Fairy Zhao and Master Zhao... has Master Zhao turned back and turned over a new leaf?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched and he quickly shook his head to deny it.

"No, no, Junior Brother has not mended his ways and still likes to live off women... Because after hearing about this, Sister-in-law Lingfei didn't blame him at all. She was so tolerant and generous that she didn't show any jealousy at all. Instead, she supported Junior Brother to take more wives and give her some sisters..."

"Afterwards, Junior Brother held the hands of Ling Fei's sister-in-law and proudly told us that he had eighteen beautiful concubines down the mountain. Unfortunately, they were not as talented and well-endowed as the fairies in Taiqing Mansion. He didn't have soft rice to eat, and it was a bit boring. But now, he can take more than a dozen fairies into his room, and he will have enough soft rice to eat for a while."

At this point, Zhao Rong snorted coldly and tilted his head and said, "Mr. Zhu, do you think Junior Brother is behaving well?"

Zhu Weirui glanced at his indignant expression and nodded slightly, "It's indeed outrageous. Young Master Zhao shouldn't show off in front of others."

Zhao Rong retorted, "I was expecting you to join me in cursing the scumbag, but where is your focus, sister?"

Zhao Rong's face turned serious, and he said to Zhu Weirui righteously:

"Is this a matter of showing off or not? In our Confucianism, it is not wrong for a man to have three wives and four concubines, but Junior Brother is obviously a seven-foot-tall man, but he eats the soft rice of women. He is not ashamed of it but proud of it. He said that he just wanted to give these women a warm home and a safe haven, and he was complacently preparing to provide this safe haven to more women in the future. Humph, Junior Brother's words and deeds, I, Lin Wenruo, am ashamed!"

After saying that, he stared at Zhu Weirui and asked in a deep voice: "So, Junior Brother is not the great man you think he is. Mr. Zhu, you must have seen his handwriting. Ziyu's handwriting is indeed very good. We, the senior brothers, like it very much. However, it is easy to make mistakes when judging a person by his handwriting."

Zhao Rong looked at the pair of willow-leaf eyes and said seriously, "Mr. Zhu, what do you think? Am I right?"

Zhu Weirui turned her head and looked into Zhao Rong's eyes. After he finished speaking, she fell silent.

For a moment, the air was extremely quiet.

The two of them walked side by side, quietly on the flower path, getting closer and closer to Lanzhou Ferry.

Zhao Rong's expression remained serious, but he was somewhat worried in his heart, could it be that it was still useless? This was strange, was the majestic image of me in your heart so difficult to be destroyed?

Finally, when Zhao Rong was complaining in his heart, Zhu Weirui nodded slightly and said softly:

"You are absolutely right, sir."

Zhao Rong felt a little relieved, he finally got you back.

Well, next time I just need to add fuel to the fire and write a few love letters to Mr. Zhu, the more affectionate the better, she will definitely think I am offending her, plus the seeds of prejudice I just planted, Mr. Zhu should avoid me, right? Maybe I can go to class normally in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong nodded calmly, then coughed twice and said, "Actually, I said all this just to let you know more about Yu, ahem. After all, he is also a student of Ruxing Hall and your future student. Knowing him better will also make it easier for teachers and students to get along."

Zhu Weirui pursed her lips and smiled, her nasal voice soft, "Yeah."

At this time, the two were very close to Lanzhou Ferry. Zhao Rong could see the maple forest and river in front of him just by raising his eyes slightly.

Zhao Rong slowly stopped, tilted his head and smiled, "Mr. Zhu, enter the maple forest ahead, walk straight for about 120 steps, and you will see the exit. There is an open space there, which is the Lanzhou Ferry. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first."

After saying this, he bowed, smiled lightly, and turned away.

After turning his back, Zhao Rong's expression relaxed and he raised his hand to rub his face. At this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Mr. Zhao, aren't you going to class?"

Zhao Rong paused, lowered his raised hand again, and slowly turned his head.

He saw the woman in Confucian robes with her hands behind her back, staring at him with her clear eyes without blinking and a sweet smile.