At the door of the tent, a man holding a sword took a look at the Shura scene inside and sighed. He felt embarrassed for a certain brat.

Also... what a famous scene. Looks like I'll have to order a few more bowls of rice tonight, it's so appetizing.

The man nodded.

Continue to guard the door with the sword in hand.

Haha, you little brat, let’s see if you dare to say that I, your uncle Xiaobai, am ignorant.

The man holding the sword muttered, "Miss and Xiao Qian'er just praised me for being very sensible..."

He smiled and squinted his eyes, and suddenly felt that the night was really nice today...

…

Zhao Rong knew it would be like this!

I knew I would probably not be able to pass the last words test.

When the two girls suddenly came back just now, Zhao Rong had a feeling that something was wrong.

The scenario of these three women getting together and pretending to catch an adulterer seemed familiar. It was obvious that God was going to give him a big one.

The easiest one to guess is.

After Qingjun and Qian'er heard what last words Zhu Yourong had, they would definitely find him in a roundabout way to find out what he had said to Zhu Yourong before he died.

But in this situation, any normal words he said to Zhu Yourong would probably be interpreted, not to mention his somewhat sentimental "Book to Yourong"...

At this time, Zhao Rong had a blank expression on his face.

He is quite experienced in these situations.

He looked at Qingjun and Qianer.

One of the two girls pulled his sleeve, and the other covered the palm and back of his hand, both staring at him intently with very 'curious' eyes.

It's ok now.

If you ask about last words, it will really become a last word.

Zhao Rong nodded in his heart.

in addition……

Zhu Yourong, you have changed!

He turned his head with a stiff neck and looked at the culprit Zhu Yourong.

She supported her white chin with the back of one of her jade hands, tilted her head slightly, and poured tea with the other hand as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, as if she had noticed the man's look of grieving and resentment, the woman in Confucian clothes nodded at him encouragingly.

It's like saying: Why are you looking at me? They are asking you, not me. Well, I hope you think it through before answering the "last words". Come on, Tzuyu, I believe you can do it...

He looks like he's enjoying the fun.

“……”I’m encouraging you, you big-headed ghost.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched fiercely.

Suddenly, he felt someone hooking his finger on his right hand.

"Brother Rong'er." A young girl called softly.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Zhao Rong turned around and saw Xiao Qian'er.

The girl raised his big hand, put it on her pink cheek, and whispered to her lover: "Brother Rong'er, did you... did you only leave a will for Mr. Zhu? Did you leave a will for Miss and me? It shouldn't be... no, right? Well, I... we want it too."

Concubine Zhao Lingfei beside her pursed her lips, nodded lightly, and looked at her husband with her bright eyes, waiting for his answer.

Zhao Rong: “…”

Damn, no, you guys can also compete with each other? Compare your husband's last words? Then, can you compare the length of the last words? And compare which one is more touching and sincere?

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and felt that this was far from the truth.

No matter how well-behaved and lovely a woman is, once she becomes jealous and starts to compare with others, it is really outrageous.

In fact, on the way to escape, he did write some last words to Qingjun and Xiaoxiao, on the blood letter he left in the back hall of the underground palace.

However, this blood letter was later taken away by Luo Xiu and not returned to him. After all, the heroine had already donated the Pure White Palace to save the young master, so it was naturally impossible for her to convey Qingjun Xiaoxiao's last words as written in the blood letter.

As for the last words to Qian'er, I really don't have any.

Because Zhao Rong gave her all his chances of survival at that time, all the sweet words he wanted to say to this silly girl were reflected in his choices and actions.

This is the most affectionate last words.

However, women's desires are endless. Even the obedient and well-behaved Xiao Qian'er can't help but want more care and love from her lover.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's face turned serious and he shook his head seriously:

"Who would leave a last word if they were serious? Besides, in a critical moment, who would care about these things? All they want is to survive! Survive! Survive to see you all. Why would they leave a last word? It's not like they're going to die. Ahem."

He forced himself to explain, and suddenly felt that what he said made sense.

Zhao Rong pretended to be disappointed and said, "Oh, Qingjun, Qian'er, could it be that you all hope that your husband will die?"

"How could it be!" The two girls said in unison, shaking their heads vigorously.

"That's right." Zhao Rong was delighted and thought to himself that there seemed to be a hope.

He nodded, and took advantage of Qingjun and Qian'er's hasty denial to quickly pass on the matter: "The words I passed on to Mr. Zhu at that time were just some words of exhortation and farewell between some Confucian friends, not a last word... By the way, Qingjun, Qian'er, why did you come back so early?"

Someone tried to change the subject.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly asked, "My husband, what did you say to Mr. Zhu as a parting word between Confucian scholars and friends?"

Xiao Qian'er nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice.

The two ladies were still very curious about what happened between their husbands and Mr. Zhu.

Zhu Yourong also sighed at this time, put down the teacup, and turned to face Zhao Rong.

He actually helped Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer to persuade:

"Tzuyu, just say it directly. Tell Sister Lingfei and Sister Qian'er your heartwarming last words... well, your words of exhortation and farewell. It's okay. Don't worry about my feelings."

The two daughters of Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but look at her sideways.

The woman in the Confucian robe lowered her eyes slightly, her teeth were white and her eyes were bright. "Well, if you're sorry, then you're sorry. It's okay. There's nothing you can't say."

She seemed a little embarrassed, but still insisted and shook her head.

Seeing this, Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er pursed their lips and pierced their husbands with their eyes like swords.

Zhao Rong was also staring at Zhu Yourong, who seemed to be adding fuel to the fire.

Seeing Qingjun and Qian'er looking at him with a look of grievance and resentment, he withdrew his gaze.

Zhao Rong had calmed down by now.

Because he felt something was wrong, and then he reacted a little.

Zhu Yourong would not act unreasonably.

He was sure of that.

With her personality, when she wanted to embarrass Zhao Rong, she would use words and tactics to make him feel embarrassed, but she would not go too far and find a good measure - to make him feel embarrassed but still be able to save face.

An intellectual woman like Zhu Yourong would not normally take the initiative to tell the man how to 'step down' because she is too proud and disdainful. So like all smart women in the world, she likes to let men use their brains to guess the answer.

They can also take the opportunity to see how the men respond and appreciate the man who can understand and be intimate with them.

This is the confidant they can favor and confide in.

Zhao Rong's mouth corners suddenly curved.

He did not look at Zhu Yourong, but looked at Qingjun and Xiao Qianer with a frank gaze.

At this moment, the lady in Confucian clothes, who appeared to be quiet and gentle but was actually aloof and self-admiring, was once again guessed by her close friend.

"Oh, then I'll tell you, Mr. Zhu, don't be embarrassed when the time comes."

Zhao Rong's sudden frank tone made Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er, who had been working together and standing close to each other, look at each other. Could it be that they really misunderstood their husbands?

Zhu Yourong lowered her willow eyes slightly, without raising her eyelids, she just nodded, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip of tea.

But what the people around her didn't see was that the corners of her red lips, which were covered with the teacup, twitched slightly, as if she was a little... helpless and frustrated, but also mixed with a little joy and happiness.

It's like a smart woman meeting an enemy who can always guess what she's thinking.

But if he hadn't guessed it, she would probably be a little disappointed, right?

Zhu Yourong was not quite sure about the feeling lingering in her heart at this moment.

Zhao Rong didn't even look at her, and said with a smile:

"I really can't do anything about you... Speaking of which, when I was in the bamboo forest, 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 him to bring back a message... I hope that after the assistant teacher is gone, our Mr. Zhu will be able to go to the school on time to teach calligraphy classes and correct students' homework on time."

Zhao Rong smiled and glanced at Zhu Yourong, "Well, don't be so forgetful and obsessed with writing anymore. Try to be a Mr. Orchid who is respected and loved by students."

Zhu Yourong pursed her red lips and put down the teacup.

“…”

Upon hearing this, Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er opened their eyes and exchanged glances.

Why is it different from what they expected? Is this true or false?

Xiao Qian'er tilted her head in confusion, "Brother Rong'er, are you serious?"

Zhao Rong nodded calmly: "Yes, because at that time I couldn't let go of the calligraphy classes in the Ruxing Hall and Zhengyi Hall of the academy. At the same time, I was afraid that after Mr. Zhu lost me as an assistant, he would often forget to go to class on time and neglect the studies of the students in Ruxing Hall and Zhengyi Hall..."

He nodded. "Well, maybe this is the self-cultivation of a diligent and hardworking teacher. In this area, your husband has scored a perfect score. He should be getting almost full marks."

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Zhu Yourong: "..."

Zhao Qianer: “…”

The atmosphere in the field fell silent, and Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er were still digesting his words.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and saw that Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er still had some disbelief in their eyes.

He laughed and shook his head, raised his chin, and gestured to Zhu Yourong, "Well, if you don't believe me, go ask Mr. Zhu if what I said is right. Is this the heartwarming last words I left for her?"

The two immediately looked at Zhu Yourong. They had previously thought that Zhu Yourong had really received the unknown last words from her husband, so she was so confident in flirting with them. She had just been "riding on their faces"...

Under the gazes of Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes to look at the teacup on the table, then... nodded:

“Yeah, Tzuyu is right.”

Zhu Yourong, who had been stabbing Zhao Rong in the back before, was now very cooperative.

As expected, this Zhu Yourong... Zhao Rong smiled upon seeing this, and continued to make up stories to the woman in Confucian robes:

"By the way, Mr. Zhu, you should have collected all the homework I assigned to Ruxingtang. Have you finished correcting it during the days I was away from the academy? Well, it would be best to revise it and distribute it before the calligraphy examination, so that the students can take a closer look at it in private, review the old and learn the new... Hey, these things are on my mind. I talked about them with your clone before we parted in the bamboo forest..."

Zhu Yourong couldn't help but glance at him and nodded calmly, "I got it. Thank you so much for Mr. Zhao's heartwarming last words. He never forgot to teach us in times of crisis..."

Zhao Rong waved his hand modestly, then he and Zhu Yourong looked at each other in the air, their eyes expressing a tacit understanding.

It was just that a certain lady in Confucian robes was a little unhappy, but it was still somewhat easy for Tzuyu to see through it and get away with it.

Zhao Rong smiled in his heart. He was actually wondering why Zhu Yourong suddenly mentioned his "heartwarming last words" in front of Qingjun and Qian'er.

There seemed to be no need for her to provoke Qingjun and Qian'er and put Zhao Rong in an awkward dilemma.

But later Zhao Rong figured it out. It turned out that Zhu Yourong was still using the same routine as before Qingjun Qian'er came over. On the surface, she ordered him to pour tea in a strong manner, but in fact she wanted to carefully hold the cup of hot tea to him with both hands.

The same is true when she suddenly mentioned this 'heartwarming last words'.

The problem and the choice were left to Zhao Rong.

It seemed like he was making trouble in front of Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer, but in fact, no matter how Zhao Rong answered, as long as he could make a roundabout way of speaking, Zhu Yourong would nod and cooperate with him. There was no need for prior collusion, the two of them would just need tacit understanding.

It's not about using "Letter to Taoist Friend Yourong" to threaten Zhao Rong.

But if Zhao Rong was really frightened and took the initiative to confess the contents of "Letter to Taoist Friend Yourong" to the two daughters of Zhao Lingfei, then she would not care about Zhu Yourong. After all, he was stupid, and she, Zhu Yourong, should just stay out of it... and have fun.

This is all Zhao Rong can guess at the moment.

So he only talked about part of the content of "Letter to Taoist Friend Yourong", only mentioned the warnings in the front text, and did not mention the truly heartwarming words in the back text.

However, what he didn't know was that the woman in the Confucian robe actually had another little purpose in mind...

If Zhao Rong really misjudged her intention and confessed his intentions, then she could also observe Zhao Rong's specific reaction afterwards, whether he was guilty or relieved... to judge what he was thinking when he said those emotional words after his last words, and whether he really had some... little tricks to destroy his ancestors...

Zhu Yourong narrowed her eyes and bit her red lips lightly.

But of course she would not tell Zhao Rong about this.

At this moment, Zhu Yourong seemed a little proud when she saw that Zhao Rong had figured out her question.

She looked at the smiling man and suddenly smiled as well: "But Tzuyu... I'm glad to see that you're okay."

Zhu Yourong nodded and sighed, "When I knew you were in trouble, I was so worried that you might make the slightest mistake, like breaking your hand or something like that..."

Zhao Rong wanted to say something like, "You have a bad mouth." However, Zhu Yourong did not give him a chance to speak and continued:

"Well, if that's the case, you won't be able to help me mark my homework anymore. But fortunately, you're fine in the end and your injuries have healed. That's great."

As she spoke, she silently took out a thick stack of homework papers from her sleeve and stuffed it over.

"Come, come, I brought you all the homework for Ruxingtang."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Good man, you brought them all here? Even after something like this happened to me, you won't let me go? You want to squeeze every last drop of surplus value out of me, right?

He opened his eyes and looked at the calculating Mr. Zhu in a bit of bewilderment.

The two of them were talking and the topic turned to "Who will correct the homework in the Ratexing Hall?"

Xiao Qian'er quietly tugged at Concubine Zhao Ling's sleeve and gave her a look.

Concubine Zhao Ling did not turn around, but looked at her husband, then at Zhu Yourong, and her slightly frowned brows relaxed a little.

She turned her head to Xiao Qian'er, thought for a moment, and nodded imperceptibly.

This is... 80% of my confidence.

After all, if Zhu Yourong really had the same thoughts as the two girls had thought before, then there seemed to be no need to help Zhao Rong end the matter now, and she could just expose him directly.

So...or...maybe what my husband said is true?

Are these his heart-warming last words?

Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer looked at each other.

The corners of my lips couldn't help but twitch.

My husband did not forget his lessons in the academy even at the critical moment... Is he a serious scholar?

They couldn't help but take another look at the 'serious scholars Zhao Ziyu and Zhu Yourong'.

At this time, Zhu Yourong was stuffing a roll of homework manuscript into Zhao Rong's arms.

The latter seemed to have noticed Qingjun and Qian'er's gazes, so he had no choice but to take the thick stack of homework.

He lowered his head and pretended to look through it carefully, then put it away.

Now that the possible outbreak of Shura Field has been temporarily resolved, Zhao Rong felt relieved.

He turned his head and began to look at Qingjun and Qian'er.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong remembered something strange just now...

By the way, did the two girls just arrive at the same time? They looked... in a hurry?

Zhao Rong looked carefully at Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er.

The problem was soon discovered.

"Qian'er, have you taken a bath?"

He was confused.

I glanced at the girl's cute light pink nightgown, which was fitted and well-proportioned to her body. But it seemed that she put it on a little messy...in a hurry?

Xiao Qian'er shrank her head a little and stuck out a little tongue: "After I came back, I found that my body was very dirty. I was afraid that Brother Rong'er would dislike me and no longer want me, so I... took a bath and fumigated myself, and then I came."

She blinked.

"Oh..." Zhao Rong looked at her hair again. It was wet yet loose. Wasn't she afraid of catching a cold in the autumn?

"Why did you come to my place without even drying or tying your hair? What's that?"

Zhao Qianer: “…”

The girl didn't dare to say anything and glanced at the young lady.

On the field, the Zhao family's offense and defense seemed to be reversed...