Zhao Rong smiled helplessly.

Raising his hand to touch her head, but thinking that it didn't feel right, he changed the touch to a hook and gently scraped the tip of her delicate nose.

Although she has been really noisy to death by this quirky little girl in the past few days, she is the only person who is willing to be close to him after she came to this world.

He has always felt that there are two kinds of people in this world that cannot be disappointed, one is the one who loves him, and the other is the one who hates him.

The little girl was stunned, her little face was flushed, she hurriedly turned around, snatched the clothes and copper basins carried by the two attendants, lowered her head to avoid the man in front of her, and hurried into the house.

Brother Rong'er has really changed, changed, changed, become strange, and a little annoying......

Seeing this, Zhao Rong clenched his fists and coughed lightly, smiled apologetically at the two stunned maids, and gently closed the door.

Turning her head to look for it, Qian'er was standing busily in front of the basin shelf in the house with her head down, her back to him, and her figure was slender.

Zhao Rong walked towards her and said casually: "Why did you come so late today, don't you pressure me to go to the morning exercise?"

Qian'er turned around, the blush on her face had faded, and she smiled lightly:

"Today is the 90th birthday of the old lady, I accompanied the lady in the kitchen to make longevity noodles, the old lady loves to eat the noodles made by the lady. ”

After speaking, she handed the wooden brush in her hand that had been squeezed with ointment to Zhao Rong.

"No wonder I said that the outer house has been so crowded in the past two days, and I thought it was a festival. ”

He took the toothbrush-like thing and washed it up in front of the copper basin.

"Brother Rong'er, do you want to make a bowl of longevity noodles too?" Qian'er said tentatively.

He looked back at her, and when he saw that she looked serious, he quickly shook his head.

What are you kidding, is instant noodles okay? I'm good at this, Laotan sauerkraut flavored.

"No, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen. ”

When Qian'er saw him refuse, her mouth was deflated. You did it to me and Miss when you were a child, and have you really forgotten who the old lady was born on the same day?!

Suddenly, her eyes rolled and she smiled slyly.

"Brother Rong'er~"

"Uh-huh. ”

She hurriedly handed over the hot tea she was holding in her hand, and Zhao Rong took it and rinsed her mouth.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"I don't know...... It's not going to be your birthday, is it?"

He took the hot handkerchief that had been wrung out by the little girl and wiped his face.

Ah, it's so comfortable, is this the life of the rich children of the evil feudal society, why do I have no guilt at all now? Alas, I am still depraved.

In fact, he refused at first, where did he become accustomed to this kind of luxurious life where clothes to stretch out, food to open, and wash are served by someone, but under Qian'er's strong insistence, he was still forced to join.

If you don't have a habit, you can develop a habit......

Thinking of this, he suddenly noticed that Qian'er seemed to be silent, took off the towel on his face, and took a look.

I saw Qian'er looking at herself with a strange face. Something on my face?

"Well~ Today is also Qian'er's birthday. She looked away, lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes, and said with a little weakness.

"Hey, what a coincidence. Zhao Rong said in surprise. "Then we'll have to celebrate!"

He walked back and forth and thought for a while, "Why don't I take you out to play today?" Confucius Temple and Xishui Street are lively and there are a lot of things, let's go play and eat some delicious food?"

In fact, he is going to go to Guozijian today to have a look, and pay homage to the teacher of Taixue, but these can be postponed, after all, the little girl's birthday is more important, and he asked the teacher for a ten-year leave, which is only half of it.

Qian'er's face was overjoyed, but she was gloomy, and hurriedly waved her hand, "No, no, today is the old lady's birthday, I will go to help Miss Fang later, there are many things, and ......"

"Didn't Brother Rong'er say before, 'Mourn your parents, give birth to me', Qian'er's parents are not there, and the birthday can't be lively, otherwise, or Brother Rong'er will make a bowl of longevity noodles for Qian'er!"

After speaking, she glanced at Zhao Rong again.

Grandma, I really don't know how to make noodles.

Zhao Rong looked at her helplessly, that pitiful little appearance was really unbearable.

"Qian'er, I'll send you a birthday poem. He suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Qian'er's eyes sparkled and said, "Brother Rong'er wants to write a word for me?"

"Help me grind ink!" Zhao Rong's eyebrows fluttered.

Seeing that he was so confident, Qian'er suddenly became a little suspicious. muttered: "Brother Rong'er won't be going to make limericks, right?"

However, the little girl still hurried to get the inkstone and ink strips to grind the ink.

Zhao Rong returned to the bedside and changed into the clean Confucian shirt she had just brought, and after putting it on, she found that today's Confucian shirt seemed a little strange beyond words.

The material is still luxurious and fine, but the needlework is obviously much worse than what I wore before, hey, how asymmetrical are the sleeves on both sides, which third-rate tailor made it?

He was surprised for a while, but he didn't pay attention to it, after all, the clothes were just a little uncomfortable, but it was actually difficult for outsiders to see.

He shook his head, straightened his clothes, tied his turban, took out the Xuanniao jade poem card and hung it around his waist, thought about it, and then took out a white handkerchief from under the pillow and stuffed it into his arms, and then walked towards the desk.

On the other side, Qian'er had already studied the ink, and placed the rice paper and brush.

Zhao Rong came to the table, dipped his pen in ink, turned his head to look at the curious little girl next to him, smiled, and put down his pen.

In addition to the memories inherited from his original body, his calligraphy skills also include the learning he learned when he joined the calligraphy club at university.

Although the four years of college were mixed and his grades were mediocre, calligraphy and ancient writing have always been his hobbies, and he even participated in the provincial calligraphy competition for two consecutive years.

He used the line script this time, and he wanted to use the line script but was afraid that the little girl would not understand it, because the history of this world was different from what he was familiar with in his previous life, and the calligraphy only developed to the official script, cursive script and regular script, and the line of calligraphy did not even show signs of appearing......

Qian'er's eyes widened as she watched him walk the dragon and snake on the rice paper, all in one go. It was a font she had never seen before, but she wasn't familiar with calligraphy, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

"Autumn" Qian'er jade lips lightly opened.

Is there a name for the brand? She tilted her little head.

Whether it was the Purple Qi Pavilion where she had stayed before or the cultivation holy place where the geniuses of Yizhou gathered now, she had participated in many poetry clubs and literary meetings organized by her fellow senior brothers and sisters with her young lady, and she had also read many poetry collections.

After all, the idea of the Great Dao of the Hundred Schools of Thought has spread widely in the mountains and has a huge influence, and most of the cultivation realm has been involved in this Great Dao dispute, and Confucianism is one of the three major schools of thought, not to mention the cultivation realm named by the Confucian sage......

Therefore, Confucianism is almost a must-dabble for most monks.

Maybe it's just that I haven't seen it. She stuck out her tongue. Soon her attention was drawn to the poem on the paper.

"Le Autumn. Late lotus flowers decorated with dew drops. The wind is good, and several lines of new geese are pasted with cold smoke. The silver spring is crispy and the Qiong column is plucked to clear the strings. ”

The girl frowned slightly, and her jade lips opened slightly.

"Hold the boat. One by one, singing in unison to celebrate his birthday. Life is 100 years old, parting is easy, and there will be difficulties...... Parting is easy, but it will be difficult......"

For some reason, when she read this, she suddenly stopped, muttered repeatedly, and after a while, she took a deep breath and continued to read.

"On a day when there is nothing to do, there is a feast for guests and friends. The star frost urges the green sideburns, and the wind dew caresses the red face...... Cherish Qinghuan. What's the matter, Shen is drunk in front of the Jade Venerable. ”

Just say it.

She looked up at Zhao Rong, who was a head taller than her, bit her lips lightly, and her eyes flickered, as if they contained stars.

Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to be a little brighter. There were no windows in the room, but there was a sudden gust of wind, the curtains were flying, and the pages were turned.

......

At the door of the Earl's Palace, a tall old man who looked at the guests suddenly glanced back at the door.

......

In a corridor somewhere in the house, a man with a sword holding a dogtail grass and leaning on the pillar of the corridor slowly opened his eyes.

He muttered something quietly, tightened the sword in his arms again, and closed his eyes again.

......

"How is it?, do you like it?" Zhao Rong asked with a chuckle.

The girl didn't care about the slender flying sword that "came out of the water" in the heart lake. She sniffed and said seriously, "Qian'er likes it very much." ”

A pearl fell from the corner of her eye, all the way past her fair cheeks, which were somewhat fat, and finally stopped on the girl's pointed chin.

Zhao Rong was caught off guard. Didn't you smile a second ago, why did you suddenly cry? Is this a woman? It's scary.

"Brother Rong'er, Miss and I are leaving today. ”

Zhao Rong was silent.

She stared at him.

"Are you going to go too?"