Chapter 615: Chapter 389: How Terrifying is a Confucian Scholar Who Stubbornly Lives Off Others _3
Zhao Rong joked, trying to amuse little Qian’er, but the little girl did not laugh and quietly watched him with her lips pursed.
“What’s wrong, is there sothing on my face?”
Zhao Qian’er fell silent for a mont before saying, “You chose to tarnish your own na. Aside from the reasons you just ntioned in the room with Gu Yiwu and others…is it also because you want to protect and Miss? That is the main reason, isn’t it?”
Zhao Rong was slightly stunned, his lifted smile gradually faded, and he looked at her for a while before turning his head away, no longer eting her gaze.
He looked in the direction of Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu on the third floor, and at a certain mont, he almost imperceptibly nodded slightly.
This silly girl, she really has grown up… he muttered to himself.
Seeing this, little Qian’er did not speak any further.
The air between them quieted down for a mont.
She was just now slightly resentful of Rong’er’s self-tarnishing, feeling unhappy, but now she realized… he did not want the matters of Great Li to involve Miss or her at all.
Indeed, for the various powers in Great Li, if Zhao Rong was a modest gentleman who took care of public affairs, while being difficult to approach, the relatives or won he cared about could also likely beco his fatal weakness.
If Zhao Rong appeared to everyone in Great Li as a lecherous and talented but amoral Confucian Scholar, then he would seem like a selfish person, hardly to be threatened by relatives or won…
The spirited and handso young girl who possessed a Flying Sword nad Swing pursed her lips.
The seventeen-year-old girl wished she could grow up faster, so she could suppress the entire dynastic court below the mountain with her Flying Sword, making the head of anyone who dared to threaten Brother Rong’er fall to the ground.
To let him live in Tranquility.
The shadow of Miss on Su Qingdai, and the layer of warning she brought, might seem laughable to little Qian’er, but ultimately, it made Zhao Rong, who feared neither Heaven nor earth, wary.
Because for that one-in-a-million chance, he couldn’t afford it.
However, little Qian’er clearly rembered how, not long ago, Rong’er gazed at Su Qingdai, who had a deanor resembling Miss and sat on his lap, his face full of brilliant smiles.
Afterward, when facing Li Mingyi and Mu Jin who were descending the stairs, he began to act without restraint.
And at that ti, she, who had just promised to trust Brother Rong’er, still couldn’t help feeling a bit aggrieved and resentful inside.
Zhao Qian’er suddenly tiptoed and whispered into soone’s ear,
“If you like them, ahem, crave their bodies, then keep them. Our family can afford it, just…don’t let it be that kind of liking.”
Zhao Rong paused.
…
Zuixian Building’s first-floor hall.
At a corner table, one group of people left satisfied from getting a free al, while another frowned and departed.
The bustle of the night, like the gorgeous fireworks that blood punctually in the night sky of Xingzi Town at the hour of the pig, slowly faded away.
At the empty entrance of the spacious hall, a frail figure hopped into view.
A little maid with missing front teeth, who had run around the whole boat only to finally find so refreshing spring water, joyfully ran back.
She had already prepared the kindling and was heating the refreshing water, but the girl, holding her belly and squatting in front of the stove counting the sparks, was afraid the noble person inside would beco impatient, so she specially ca back to inform that indifferent young noble lady.
At this mont, the solitude at the front entrance of the first-floor hall abruptly immobilized the hoppy little maid with missing front teeth, as if she had been cast an Immobilization Spell.
The little maid with missing front teeth hung her head low, clutching a folded pink handkerchief, walked past the silent deck, and returned to the cramped and damp cabin.
That little pot of refreshing spring water was still boiling.
But the noble person who wanted to wash the handkerchief had already left.
The tiny cabin was covered in a layer of orange paint by the firelight.
Under the firelight, the shadow of the little maid with missing front teeth was also thin and delicate. She turned to glance through the small window at the calm lake outside.
Her na was Little Fish, and she had grown up in this Pavilion located at the heart of the lake ever since she could rember.
She had never set foot on land.
Little Fish watched the star-strewn water without blinking, and from her bosom, she drew a fish-shaped piece of black wood.
She knew the lake contained many, many fish.
The little maid called Little Fish had seen and counted them nurous tis from dawn till dusk, but she had never tasted them.
These were the fish fed by Immortal shopkeepers from the town on Spirit Rice, forbidden to be caught by outsiders, let alone her, the lowest of the brothel maids, who dared not even touch them because every fish in that lake was more valuable than her, eating better than she did.
Having missed dinner in search of spring water, Little Fish picked up the black wooden fish, opened her mouth, then… she gave up with a frustrated smack of her lips. Her two front teeth had recently found a new ho on the roof of the Pavilion, leaving her behind…
At this mont, the maid with missing front teeth glanced at the pink handkerchief in her other hand.
In fact, her eagerness in helping that indifferent noble lady was fueled by the hope that, in the end, she might try to ask for a sip of the leftover fish soup from the banquet table…
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