Chapter 863: Chapter 513: Offering the Moon to a Beauty
Little Qian’er nodded and curiously asked:
“Brother Rong’er, you really think highly of him and want to connect with him.”
Zhao Rong brushed off the dust on his clothes.
He nodded and then shook his head.
“Yes and no. I just find this senior quite interesting, he probably has a lot of stories, and he reminds me a bit of a friend I know, yes, the one I told you about, Lin Wenruo from Zhongnan Mountain.”
He took Zhao Qian’er’s little hand and led her out of the big tent, thought for a moment, and explained further.
“I just don’t know if he can use the Dragon Supporting Skill he learned in Great Li to reach the height Wenruo achieved at Zhongnan Mountain, I’m somewhat anticipating it…”
Little Qian’er smiled gently at him, quietly listening to him speak. She loved to listen to him, except when he called her a silly girl.
“Come on, I promised to have a drink with him some days ago, but I was busy and kept postponing. The day before yesterday, he even sent an old servant to invite me, but I wasn’t there, I had gone to Sacrificial Moon Mountain for a survey… Now that I’m about to leave Great Li, I’ve got some time, I must go find this senior for a drink.”
Little Qian’er: “Oh, alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Zhao Rong glanced at the distant mountains under the bleak autumn breeze, pressed his lips, and then chuckled:
“This time with wine, I wonder if Senior Brother will have any stories to tell, haha… Oh, and after drinking, I’ll take you to an interesting place, to rescue some people.”
The young Confucian scholar remembered something and added.
The little girl hugged his arm, tilted her head: “What place? Rescue? Rescue who.”
Zhao Rong didn’t say much more.
“Some poor women… You’ll know once we’re there.”
The two walked away leisurely, at an unhurried pace.
…
Du You City, East City.
Taiching Four Mansions.
A message-carrying flying sword from a top firm on Wangque Mountain, seizing the delightful autumn wind, swiftly arrived.
In the Taiching Prefecture, within the Nanci Mansion, there was a certain beautiful woman.
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Zhao Rong initially wanted her to pass on a message, to instruct the orphaned mother and son, but after a pause, he still held back and let Dou Kou leave.
“Ha, they all said not to meddle in affairs, Zhao Ziyu, oh Zhao Ziyu, don’t tell me you really want to become Chancellor Zhao…”
Inside the empty big tent, Zhao Rong patted the edge of the table, gave a self-mocking smile.
After Dou Kou left, shortly, a little girl holding a book of poems, pretending to read returned to the tent.
The young Confucian scholar stood up from the table.
“Let’s go, we’re free this afternoon, I’ll take you to find Senior Brother Hui, to drink, to float a big white.”
Little Qian’er nodded again curiously asked:
“Brother Rong’er, you really think highly of him and want to connect with him.”
Zhao Rong brushed off the dust on his clothes.
He nodded and then shook his head.
“Yes and no. I just find this senior quite interesting, he probably has a lot of stories, and he reminds me a bit of a friend I know, yes, the one I told you about, Lin Wenruo from Zhongnan Mountain.”
He took Zhao Qian’er’s little hand and led her out of the big tent, thought for a moment, and explained further.
“I just don’t know if he can use the Dragon Supporting Skill he learned in Great Li to reach the height Wenruo achieved at Zhongnan Mountain, I’m somewhat anticipating it…”
Little Qian’er smiled gently at him, quietly listening to him speak. She loved to listen to him, except when he called her a silly girl.
“Come on, I promised to have a drink with him some days ago, but I was busy and kept postponing. The day before yesterday, he even sent an old servant to invite me, but I wasn’t there, I had gone to Sacrificial Moon Mountain for a survey… Now that I’m about to leave Great Li, I’ve got some time, I must go find this senior for a drink.”
Little Qian’er: “Oh, alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Zhao Rong glanced at the distant mountains under the bleak autumn breeze, pressed his lips, and then chuckled: Zhao Rong initially wanted her to pass on a message, to instruct the orphaned mother and son, but after a pause, he still held back and let Dou Kou leave.
“Ha, they all said not to meddle in affairs, Zhao Ziyu, oh Zhao Ziyu, don’t tell me you really want to become Chancellor Zhao…”
Inside the empty big tent, Zhao Rong patted the edge of the table, gave a self-mocking smile.
After Dou Kou left, shortly, a little girl holding a book of poems pretending to read returned to the tent.
The young Confucian scholar stood up from the table.
“Let’s go, we’re free this afternoon, I’ll take you to find Senior Brother Hui, to drink, to float a big white.”
Little Qian’er nodded again curiously asked:
“Brother Rong’er, you really think highly of him and want to connect with him.”
Zhao Rong brushed off the dust on his clothes.
He nodded and then shook his head.
“Yes and no. I just find this senior quite interesting, he probably has a lot of stories, and he reminds me a bit of a friend I know, yes, the one I told you about, Lin Wenruo from Zhongnan Mountain.”
He took Zhao Qian’er’s little hand and led her out of the big tent, thought for a moment, and explained further.
“I just don’t know if he can use the Dragon Supporting Skill he learned in Great Li to reach the height Wenruo achieved at Zhongnan Mountain, I’m somewhat anticipating it…”
Little Qian’er smiled gently at him, quietly listening to him speak. She loved to listen to him, except when he called her a silly girl.
“Come on, I promised to have a drink with him some days ago, but I was busy and kept postponing. The day before yesterday, he even sent an old servant to invite me, but I wasn’t there, I had gone to Sacrificial Moon Mountain for a survey… Now that I’m about to leave Great Li, I’ve got some time, I must go find this senior for a drink.”
Little Qian’er: “Oh, alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Zhao Rong glanced at the distant mountains under the bleak autumn breeze, pressed his lips, and then chuckled: Zhao Rong initially wanted her to pass on a message, to instruct the orphaned mother and son, but after a pause, he still held back and let Dou Kou leave.
“Ha, they all said not to meddle in affairs, Zhao Ziyu, oh Zhao Ziyu, don’t tell me you really want to become Chancellor Zhao…”
Inside the empty big tent, Zhao Rong patted the edge of the table, gave a self-mocking smile.
After Dou Kou left, shortly, a little girl holding a book of poems pretending to read returned to the tent.
The young Confucian scholar stood up from the table.
“Let’s go, we’re free this afternoon, I’ll take you to find Senior Brother Hui, to drink, to float a big white.”
Little Qian’er nodded again curiously asked:
“Brother Rong’er, you really think highly of him and want to connect with him.”
Zhao Rong brushed off the dust on his clothes.
He nodded and then shook his head.
“Yes and no. I just find this senior quite interesting, he probably has a lot of stories, and he reminds me a bit of a friend I know, yes, the one I told you about, Lin Wenruo from Zhongnan Mountain.”
He took Zhao Qian’er’s little hand and led her out of the big tent, thought for a moment, and explained further.
“I just don’t know if he can use the Dragon Supporting Skill he learned in Great Li to reach the height Wenruo achieved at Zhongnan Mountain, I’m somewhat anticipating it…”
Little Qian’er smiled gently at him, quietly listening to him speak. She loved to listen to him, except when he called her a silly girl.
“Come on, I promised to have a drink with him some days ago, but I was busy and kept postponing. The day before yesterday, he even sent an old servant to invite me, but I wasn’t there, I had gone to Sacrificial Moon Mountain for a survey… Now that I’m about to leave Great Li, I’ve got some time, I must go find this senior for a drink.”
Little Qian’er: “Oh, alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Zhao Rong glanced at the distant mountains under the bleak autumn breeze, pressed his lips, and then chuckled: