As we all know, Zhao Rong wore three jade pendants with him.

A white jade token of love, a temporary jade wall of Mr. Lin Lu, and another piece of jade are now held in Xiao Qian'er's hand.

He was instantly caught with the evidence, and his spirits were lifted.

"Qian'er, let go."

His tone was serious.

"What kind of jade is this?" Qian'er's voice trembled a little.

Zhao Rong felt that the water in his heart, which had just calmed down a little, was suddenly unable to be suppressed again, and waves were surging.

He felt that the little hand holding the jade was also trembling, but it just stood there, as if it was stunned. He could only take a breath and said helplessly:

"This is our Zhao family's heirloom jade. Please let go and stop pinching it."

Xiao Qian'er frowned, as if confirming the jade in her memory, and shook her head, saying stubbornly: "Brother Rong'er, I remember it was a piece of soft jade, why is it different now? You...did something go wrong with your practice, and you went astray?"

She sounded anxious and worried.

Zhao Rong was resisting the surging waves in the lake of his heart. These waves of desire not only wanted to swallow him, but also wanted to drown and tear apart the innocent, curious little Qian'er in his arms, and throw her to the shore, where they would hit her with wave after wave, and then drown her until she drowned and passed out.

"Have you gone astray?" He took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "Does it count if all the blood in your body is concentrated in one place?"

"..."Qian'er.

She was stunned for a moment, and the next second, tears welled up in the corners of her pitiful peach blossom eyes, and she said anxiously:

"Brother Rong'er, what happened to you? Is there something wrong with your body? Don't hide it from me. Isn't this our Zhao family's heirloom? Why is it like this? It wasn't like this when I was a child. My young lady and I have seen it before. Why is it so swollen now? Does it hurt?"

The little girl's face turned pale with fright and she was about to cry.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth and was also dumbfounded.

Are you serious? So you little girl used to think that, then why did you rush here tonight? Good guy, you dare to rush to class without knowing anything...

He glanced at the innocent little face in front of him, which was tearful and full of tears, and suddenly he felt guilty.

Xiao Qian'er kicked her feet and pouted, "You, you better tell me quickly, don't joke around, if it really doesn't work let's go find a doctor right now, we can't delay, otherwise let's not be intimate tonight, and do it another time. Well, how serious is it? I know some medical massage that can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis." As she said that, she bent her legs and was about to squat down to check the condition.

The young scholar immediately reached out and held her down, sighed, lowered his head, leaned close to the little girl's ear, and whispered a few words.

Immediately, the air in the room was quiet for a moment.

“…”

“…”

The little girl's face first frowned in confusion, then she pursed her lips in surprise, then her cheeks turned red and her eyes turned red, and finally...

"Damn Rong'er! Bad Zhao Rong, big bastard, damn ghost..."

The next second, Xiao Qian'er's pink fists poured down on Zhao Rong's chest like a rainstorm.

She raised her foot and stepped on his foot, beating up this brother Rong'er who she suddenly found very annoying!

Zhao Rong leaned back to defend himself. "No, why did you hit me all of a sudden? How did I bully you? I've told you everything I need to tell you."

"Humph, I just want to hit you. How can you be so mean? You bullied me when I was a child, you bullied me when I grew up, you bullied me during the day, you bullied me in your dreams at night, and you bully me now. As long as I'm with you, you only know how to bully people. There is no good place on your whole body. You use it to bully people. You have bullied me and the young lady for our entire lives. Zhao Rong, you are so mean, wuwuwu..."

Xiao Qian'er bit her lip and glared at her enemy, gnashing her teeth, wishing she could pounce on him and bite him to death right away.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, a little unable to hold back, "Stop making trouble, go back to sleep, or I'll teach you a lesson."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Qian'er pinched his nose and said fiercely: "You big-headed ghost, you stinky Rong'er brother, I... I will beat you to death!"

As she said this, she jumped up in anger and shame, clamped her slender legs together, and clung to him like a koala, hammering his chest with her two pink fists desperately, determined to rid the people of this evil.

Zhao Rong: “…”

He was afraid that this little girl with an unpredictable temper when in love would fall, so he quickly used his hands to hold her back. But then he thought about it and felt that it would be okay to hug her, so he held up her legs with both hands and let her act coquettishly, silly and naughty.

His eyes were helpless and doting, but there were still some unsuppressible bloodshot lines that kept appearing faintly in the depths of his pupils.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt that Xiao Qian'er was very light.

But it was true that she was only seventeen years old, and she had been a pretty little maid before, with a petite and slender figure, and now she had two cute ponytails...

If she accidentally traveled back to the previous life in Zhao Rong's memory, Xiao Qian'er would definitely be a young lolita girl, who was also said to be dark and cunning. Who knows how popular she would be and how many netizens would admire her.

But at this moment, in this world, she was indeed his, and would always be his...

Originally this was just a subconscious selfish thought of Zhao Rong, but it was suddenly magnified by some force the next second. He was originally alert and suppressing his lust, and he didn't have enough energy to pay attention to other emotions for a while. At this moment, this selfish and domineering emotion took advantage of the opportunity and entered his heart, instantly filling up his heart.

The most terrifying thing is that he did not realize it for a while. Or rather, Zhao Rong actually realized it, but was excused by some excuse that arose in his heart, allowing this selfish thought of occupying Qian'er to "naturally" occupy the main position in his heart without restraining his mind.

Qian'er is mine, she is my childhood sweetheart, my bed-warmer, my second wife, everything about her... is mine...

Zhao Rong breathed slightly and thought domineeringly. At the same time, his big hands couldn't help but tightly hugged Qian'er who was tossing and turning in his arms.

Qian'er had no idea that Zhao Rong was undergoing a test of his character to 'see his heart and understand his nature'. This test had only just begun today, and in the eyes of a certain sword spirit, it could even determine the height of his future path...

Being held in his arms, she did not notice the hidden bloodshot in his eyes. She only felt that Brother Rong'er's breathing suddenly became heavier, and then he hugged her very tightly, holding her so tightly that he wanted to rub her into his body.

"What are you doing? Bullying me again!" You can't even get a hammer from me. How can you be like this? How are you going to live your life from now on?

Little Qian'er's peach blossom eyes were filled with tears of grievance.

Normally, the lady would not be willing to scold you. Even when you were the most unfaithful to her, she would not be willing to scold you a single word. But I don’t care. I will scold you to death!

She struggled a little, then hit her bad childhood friend while scolding him shyly: "Stinky Rong'er brother, bad Zhao Rong, big bastard, big pig's hoof, unfaithful man, stinky man, pervert... pervert! A perverted son-in-law who bullies maids! He doesn't even let the little maids go..."

At this moment, inside the house, the young scholar suddenly laughed, and bloodshot eyes flowed rapidly.

He suddenly felt... it was quite pleasurable to be scolded by the little girl. The more he got excited, well, the scolding was good.

Zhao Rong nodded and said pertinently: "Anything else? Curse more."

Xiao Qian'er was stunned for a moment, looked up at his expression, couldn't help but stop scolding, bit her lip and said: "Brother Rong'er, are you okay? Why do I feel that you are not in a good state? Well, I won't scold you now... I will scold you later."

Zhao Rong calmly shook his head, "No, scold me more, or later... you will cry, and I will let you scold me even if I don't want to."

Xiao Qianer: “???”

She opened her peach blossom eyes wide, looked at him who was asking for a scolding, and couldn't help but spit: "Perverted...perverted brother Rong'er."

Zhao Rong smiled embarrassedly and nodded.

really.

At least for now.

Then, without any delay, he carried the struggling girl in his arms and walked straight towards the desk. He sat down on the armchair in front of the desk and put her on the desk. At an angle where she couldn't see him, he lifted the tablecloth, put his feet under the table, and sat down comfortably.

Tonight, Zhao Rong finally knew how to teach a class correctly and reasonably.

Let me ask you, there is only one desk in the primary school where the teacher gives extra lessons, but there are two studious students, and they must not be able to find each other. How should the seating be arranged?

This really tests the teacher's ability to teach and answer questions, but fortunately he has enough experience and dares to explore and try.

Zhao Rong opened the Mohist book next to Xiao Qian'er, turned to a certain page, and continued to talk after the theory of non-aggression and universal love.

"What are you going to do?" the girl said weakly.

"Class." The teacher nodded.

"No class? I didn't bring my textbook."

"No, you brought it, it's on the table, you use your textbook." Mr. Zhao shook his head, but your deskmate didn't bring it, so she had to use his textbook.

This is called making use of local materials and teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.

Mr. Zhao nodded, opened the Mo Jing, and at the same time opened the textbooks of the two students above and below him, and began to teach seriously by oral and practical example.

After a while.

"Brother Rong'er..."

"What did you call me?"

In class, the teacher slapped her textbook with his big hands, which was both a teaching rule and a family rule.

"Mr. Woo."

"What is it?"

"Why does this table feel weird? Um, and isn't this the dining table? Why was it moved here? Also, why is there a tablecloth on it?"

The little girl didn't know that the original desk was broken. At this moment, she shook the desk with a puzzled tone. Her deskmate who was really concentrating on studying looked up in dissatisfaction, but dared not say anything... You sit in the front seat and the teacher is partial to you, is that a big deal?

Dining table? Desk? It's all the same. Sometimes the desk is the dining table. Sometimes, attending class is like eating. It is like soaring in the ocean of knowledge, drinking and eating, and absorbing the nutrients of knowledge. The young scholar thought about it and fell into contemplation.

After a moment, he realized that as long as he had books in his heart, anywhere was a classroom and he could take classes anywhere. He nodded seriously and said in a concentrated voice:

"It is to preach, impart knowledge, and answer questions."

Xiao Qian'er: "..."

Her deskmate: “…”

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The next day, Zhao Rong got up early and went to look for Brother Yiwu.

As a qualified teacher, the hard work of teaching two students yesterday did not affect his spirit the next day.

However, after Zhao Rong woke up, he kept thinking about seeing his true nature.

He walked in the corridor of the mansion and nodded seriously.

"Well, it was hard to break the mirror, so I relaxed once, just once, it doesn't count. Well, nothing happened. From now on, you have to be careful, see your heart and know your nature... see your heart and know your nature... Oh, and what that guy told me... Be honest."

Zhao Rong muttered to himself, remembering Gui's words last night, and called out to the sword spirit in his heart lake a few times.

The Heart Lake is empty, just like the morning corridor around it.

"Ahem." Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed.

If it wasn't resting, then it looked like it was angry and was deliberately ignoring him.

Well, probably because he was upset that he wore a headband last night, which even scared the "gentleman"...

"He is so petty and vindictive, a bit like the little girl Qian'er, and he is a gentleman?" Zhao Rong muttered.

"roll!"

Inside the Heart Lake, a sword spirit couldn't help but curse.

"Don't be so foolish, you bastard, wait for death!"

“…”

Well, now besides being called a scumbag, it has received another honorary title.

Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head, then went to find Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall.

Everyone was discussing matters in the pavilion in the early morning.

Zhao Rong suggested that he return to Linlu Academy to meet Meng Zhengjun and remind her that the Dali Fengshan Ceremony was approaching and that she should come as soon as possible as agreed before.

In fact, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others hoped that Meng Zhengjun would come quickly, not because they missed her, but because they wanted a great monk from the academy to come and support them.

At the moment, the water in Dali seems to be far more complicated than Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others had imagined before they went down the mountain.

Moreover, when the result of the Fengshan Ceremony is revealed, whether it is a great success or a disgraceful failure, it is always possible that one party will be angered and desperate, so a teacher from the academy who can shock the crowd must come and take them away safely...

At this time, facing Zhao Rong's volunteering, students such as Gu Yiwu were quite surprised, but they did not doubt it. They all agreed and asked him to be careful on the road and take the Yunhai ferry and come back quickly.

Little did everyone know that in addition to this official business, Zhao Rong also had a private matter to attend to.

However, no one chose to go back with Zhao Rong, after all, they were going to see a certain old-fashioned and serious woman...

Ahem, Brother Ziyu is selfless and will go alone to deal with that old-fashioned woman...

After the meeting in the pavilion ended, Gu Yiwu and other students left while nodding with emotion.

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head, went back to the yard, packed up his things, and went out with Xiao Qian'er.

For some reasons, he decided not to take Su Qingdai back with him for the time being.

The latter stood at the gate of the yard, watching Zhao Rong's back as he walked away with a somewhat resentful look in his eyes.

During the next two days, Gu Yiwu and the others will stay in Dali and prepare for the Fengshan Ceremony as planned. After Zhao Rong and the others return, they can set off for Jiyue Mountain and complete the ceremony together.

Zhao Rong sent someone to inform all the forces in Dali in advance, and then took Xiao Qian'er with him to board a boat at a mountaintop ferry not far from Hanjing City.

The two of them took the Yunhai ferry and returned to Duyou overnight.

Who would have thought that as soon as someone returned, he would be greeted by a Shura scene that was almost revealed...

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Time flies.

Two days later, at noon.

The autumn sun is shining brightly.

A Yunhai ferry that set sail from Duyou City and returned slowly landed at the mountaintop ferry outside Hanjing City.

The ferry exit deck.

There was a young scholar with his hands on his sleeves, followed closely by a pretty and lively little maid.

The two of them returned to Dali by boat overnight, looking exhausted and ready to disembark.