At an angle that no one could see, Zhao Rong suddenly winked at Xiao Qian'er, who understood immediately and remembered what Brother Rong'er had just said at the table. However, the little girl still glanced at the woman in the black dress with confidence.
Zhao Rong nodded slightly at her.
Then he turned around and chuckled.
He paused and looked at Su Qingdai meaningfully.
When she heard this, her breathing became disordered for a moment, as if she understood the hint immediately.
"Oh," the aloof fairy from Mount Dali, who had completely let go of her reserve in front of Zhao Rong, responded obediently.
She gently raised her head, looked at Zhao Rong with bright eyes, and whispered: "Zi Yu, when are we going home?"
Oh, the name has changed... And, go home? Well, okay, home, right... A little girl narrowed her peach blossom eyes and touched her pink lips with her index finger.
Su Qingdai suddenly felt a little nervous. For some reason, the next second, she suddenly turned her head and glanced at the tea-serving girl behind Zhao Rong, who had bright eyes and a pretty face.
In my memory, she has always been quietly following Zhao Rong.
At this time, the two women looked at each other.
Su Qingdai bit her lip, feeling the other party's spiritual energy fluctuations, and soon she felt relieved. It was indeed powerful that a girl at such a young age was already in the Haoran realm, but at her current level, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Suddenly, Zhao Qian'er smiled sweetly at her.
Su Qingdai was slightly stunned, and politely responded with a faint smile. She turned around as if nothing had happened, and her gaze and all her attention were back on her true love.
Zhao Rong replied at this time: "Go back? Wait a minute, there is another fairy Luo."
He ignored the complicated looks from Mu Jin, Li Mingyi and the others, and smiled at Luo Xiu, who had been keeping her eyes down, and said, "You said you like Mingyue?"
Luo Xiu glanced at Zhao Rong and nodded.
After looking at her quietly for three breaths, Zhao Rong shook his head.
“No, I don’t think you like the bright moon, but… you do have the temperament of a beautiful lady under the bright moon, pure and clear, just like the quiet white moonlight on the roof tonight.
"This may be the same as your ancestral Minglu physique, which is a natural result of your pure and natural Li Nu bloodline."
Luo Xiu did not raise her eyes again, but said softly: "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Zhao. You...you are just like the elegant young man in Xiu'er's dream, extraordinary and otherworldly."
Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Oh? What did I look like in your dream? Tell me about it."
Luo Xiu smiled sweetly but said nothing.
Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand and cupped her cheek. The latter did not refuse, but looked up obediently, but lowered her eyes and did not look at him, quiet and docile.
"I cannot be partial to one and neglect the other. I will also lend you some of your goose yellow."
After he finished speaking, Zhao Rong's index finger lightly pressed between the two willow-shaped eyebrows of the stunning girl, and his fingertip was dipped in the goose yellow paint she had applied.
Luo Xiu made Zhao Rong worry-free. He straightened the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand and obediently presented the snow-white sleeve of his dress.
Zhao Rong's index finger was slightly bent and hovering above the snow-white sleeves.
He stared at the barefoot stunning girl for a while, then looked around at the other beautiful women with different styles and graces, pointed at them, smiled, and started writing quickly.
At the same time, he recited clearly:
"The beauty of the north country, with eyebrows and eyes as bright as the crescent moon... Her feet are as white as frost on her sandals, and she wears no silk stockings."
This beautiful woman from the far north had pure and clear eyes, and when she was beautiful, she could be compared to the bright moon. Her beautiful feet on her clogs, without silk stockings, were as white as frost.
After the young scholar finished speaking, he hooked his index finger on his white sleeve.
The fallen flowers appear.
Mu Jin, who always looked dignified and elegant, could not help but sigh when she saw the poem of a woman leaving her husband: "Mr. Zhao, you are indeed a very romantic man."
The surrounding Xuecan and other crescent-mooned ladies subconsciously recited the poem that seemed to be written for all the ladies. They couldn't help but look up at Zhao Rong in silence.
They had some understanding of why Linlu Academy allowed this somewhat romantic and frivolous scholar to lead the team.
Putting aside certain factors of personal likes and dislikes, they had to admit that this guy was indeed worthy of the couplet on the main gate of Linlu Academy: "Unique and talented, he flourishes here."
Li Mingyi also smiled and cupped his hands, "Mr. Zhao is a great talent."
Zhao Rong waved his hands and said modestly: "Thank you for the compliment. It's mainly because you are too young and don't have enough experience."
Mu Jin and Li Mingyi: "..."
Zhao Rong continued to comfort them, "So I don't blame you. After the Fengshan ceremony, you can come to our academy more often. If I have time, I will definitely take you to broaden your horizons. The same goes for the girls. You don't have to be polite to me."
Everyone: (/“≡_≡)/~┴┴
There's no chatting today.
Everyone was already a little numb to Zhao Rong's words and actions tonight and had to go back and digest it. Even if he said something outrageous or did something strange now, Mu Jin Xue Can and others probably wouldn't be surprised anymore.
Luo Xiu lowered her head and read the poem on her sleeve for a while. Although it was not as powerful as the one Nanshan had just written, it was also full of strange visions. After comprehending it, it could allow her to ascend directly to the realm of Haoran.
She did not realize the breakthrough, but quietly rolled up her sleeves, taking in the vision of falling flowers and appreciating poetry.
Zhao Rong didn't care about these, but looked carefully at the dishes on the table and nodded with satisfaction.
Beside him, Zhao Qian'er was considerately using tea to help him clean the goose yellow on his index finger, and also the traces left by a 'slut who seemed very confident in her Tianzhi realm cultivation'.
The little girl glanced at the faint teeth marks on the tip of her index finger.
Well, very good, one, two, three... six, I left six tooth marks on Brother Rong'er... She nodded slightly.
At this time, Zhao Rong looked around the room and said, "We have almost finished eating, so let's go. Grand Siyue, Lord Xianwang, please don't forget my three small requests."
A small request? You call that commanding and statement tone a request? Xuecan and the others were speechless.
Mu Jin, the leader, nodded slightly. Li Mingyi, with a dignified look, cupped his hands. He thought for a moment and said seriously:
"The teacher's style is as high as the mountains and as long as the rivers."
Zhao Rong opened his eyes slightly and looked at him. He suddenly felt that he had met him too late. It was comfortable to hear the flattery of this Regent of Dali, who was comparable to a warrior in the Golden Core Realm.
Hey, why didn't you say it earlier? If you had said it earlier, wouldn't we have a more pleasant chat? Now we've finished talking...
The young scholar thought that after returning, he might spend a long night with the two fairies.
He shook his head regretfully.
Zhao Rong said modestly, and the next second he stood up first, waving his hand and said, "Pay the bill."
This voice is so heroic.
Everyone looked sideways.
Xiao Qian'er took out her small purse.
The boss lady Yue Niang of Zuixianlou asked her immediate boss for instructions. The beautiful Xuecan
The latter sighed and nodded slightly.
Yue Niang, on the other hand, stuck to her duties as a small person, without the worries of the big people. She felt happy when she thought that she would soon see off all these big people.
In addition, with the most expensive food and wine on the table, plus the savings of a top prostitute, Zuixianlou seemed to have made a huge profit? The woman in gorgeous clothes twisted her waist happily and went to get the bill in person.
"Mr. Zhao, for this table of our Zuixianlou's signature dishes, please give me one colorful butterfly coin and eighty-three green aphid coins."
Zhao Rong had a calm expression. He took the purse from Xiao Qian'er, subconsciously weighed it, and said, "Well. It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. As long as everyone enjoys the meal."
Ziyu was impeccable when it came to paying the bill and treating guests...Gu Yiwu nodded secretly.
Xuecan was frowning as he thought about the unfulfilled purpose of this trip, and said casually: "Mr. Zhao is a guest from afar, why don't we treat him?"
Zhao Rong frowned, "How can this be possible? Isn't this like freeloading? I'll treat you."
Xuecan stood up and took over as the Grand Master of Music to escort the guest to the door. On the way, he said a few polite words: "Let us treat you as a welcome party."
The two of them followed the rules and politely grabbed the order.
"No, I'll treat you."
"Please let me invite you."
"How can I do this? I'll treat you, I'll treat you... Okay, you treat me, and let me come next time." At a certain moment, Zhao Rong nodded decisively and threw the purse that he had been holding tightly in his hand to Zhao Qian'er, who had a slightly stunned face.
Then the young Confucian scholar turned around and left without saying a word, taking Zhao Qian'er and the two beautiful fairies.
The old freeloader finally left in comfort.
In the hall of Zuixianlou behind him, the air fell into deathly silence.
"I..." Xuecan and others stared in amazement at the elegant back of a Confucian scholar named Zhao who had returned with two fairies for free.
Yue Niang, who was holding the bill, had a slightly stiff smile. She turned her head blankly to look at her immediate boss, asking for instructions on what to do with a certain bill.
As the leader, Xuecan glared at her, turned around and left with an expressionless face.
Yue Niang was speechless. She stood there and looked around.
I couldn't help but complain wildly in my heart.
Damn it, does it mean that leaders and big shots can eat out without paying?
…
Outside Zuixian Tower.
Zhao Qian'er got off the boat in a daze, holding a small purse in her hand, and asked in confusion: "Brother Rong'er, aren't we treating you?"
Zhao Rong frowned, turned around and gave the little girl a big slap on the head, and said in a tone of regret: "What are you talking about? You spendthrift woman, you are the only one with money."
Xiao Qian'er covered her head in grievance.
Zhao Rong was very worried about her, and taught her solemnly: "Xiao Qian'er, this is the first family motto of our Zhao family. It's fun to have sex for free, and it's always fun... always fun. Do you understand?"
Zhao Qian'er tilted her head, frowned, thought for a while, and nodded slowly: "Well, I almost understand, but it's a bit confusing... What it means is that if you can prostitute others, then prostitute others, and if you can avoid paying, then don't pay."
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, coughed twice, and nodded seriously.
Then, he turned his gaze and looked at the two beautiful fairies who had come here for free.
Su Qingdai nodded obediently: "Ziyu, I understand."
Luo Xiu lowered her head, "I...I understand too."
Zhao Rong then nodded with satisfaction, feeling that he was one step closer to carrying forward the Zhao family tradition.
At this moment, he, who was good at managing his family, saw Gu Yiwu and other classmates out of the corner of his eye, looking at them whispering with strange expressions.
Especially Gu Yiwu, who looked at him with indignation, as if saying... You are the one who gets away with it the most tonight!
Zhao Rong's face turned serious, and he turned around and said, "Um, Brother Yiwu, you just saw it. That beautiful and impressive sister was too enthusiastic. Well, next time I'll treat you, and no one can be polite to me!"
"..."Gu Yiwu and other students.