i have a sword fairy

Chapter 175 A Little Story After the Rain (Pseudo)
Zhao Rong hadn't reached the state of being able to see things at night, and "that person" in the darkness opposite him might be able to, but he couldn't.

but.

In the darkness, those long eyes like autumn water were extremely bright, and their light was clear and piercing.

Zhao Rong knew it was her, even at this moment in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, he could accurately point out the location of the tear mole under her left eye.

What is Qingjun's expression at this moment?

Zhao Rong wanted to know very much.

When the beautiful figure stopped at the corner, Zhao Rong quickly stepped forward and came to the same roof where she was.

It's just that there is no way to hide from the rain here, the cold autumn rain still slanted on Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei.

But the two of them didn't care, at this moment they only had each other in their eyes.

Zhao Rong took off his coir hat, raised his hand and wiped his face, "Are you finally willing to come out to see me?"

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at him for a while, but did not reply to Zhao Rong's words.

"Where have you been?"

The cold voice in the past was a little hoarse now.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a little guilty, and ran around without the approval of the "parents", "Didn't I tell you that I have something to do when I go out today? That's why there is only that letter today."

Zhao Lingfei's tone was full of sadness and anger, "Liar, where did you tell me, and where is your letter?"

Zhao Rong frowned, "Didn't you receive that letter this morning?"

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and sniffed her nose, "I... I went to the door seventeen times, but your letter never came."

"Okay, you Fan Yushu..." Zhao Rong cursed secretly, but it's not the time to pursue this, so he should coax Qingjun first before saying, "Ahem, okay, Qingjun, I know about this matter , I’ll explain to you later, let’s go into the house first, the rain is so heavy that your umbrella can’t even cover it, it’s all falling on you, let’s go in quickly, don’t catch a cold.”

Zhao Lingfei heard the worry and urgency in his words, and her heart suddenly sweetened, but when she thought of waiting for him for a day outside, worrying about this and that, she felt a little aggrieved, her eyes sparkling.

Concubine Zhao Ling sniffed again, and said angrily: "If you don't go in, if you don't catch a cold, even if you catch a cold, you don't care about it."

"Why do you sniff your nose if you don't catch a cold?"

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head away from Zhao Rong, "You want to take care of it?"

Zhao Rong's mouth crooked, "Let me take care of it. You are the wife I am marrying. Your whole body, every place, and every strand of hair is mine. Why can't I take care of it, Xiao Qingjun, let me tell you Now, don't let my wife catch a cold, otherwise... hum, otherwise I will take care of you."

In the darkness, Concubine Zhao Ling froze for a moment, as if she was thinking about their family law...

Of course, it was impossible for Zhao Rong to tell her that this "family law" was only thought of by him last second.It will make some rhythmic sounds that are not suitable for children and make people want to be crooked.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't let Concubine Zhao Ling have time to think about it. The next second, she turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard beside her, saying in an involuntary tone, "Follow quickly, dear, listen to your husband."

Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body trembled, and she wiped her eyes, but her eyes were still shining. She stood still, her eyes staring straight at Zhao Rong's back.

Why are you so domineering? You are obviously the one who is worrying others, and your tone is still so fierce. You, don’t forget that you are chasing me now...Brother Rong, do you really think you can beat me, me, me...

Concubine Zhao Ling gritted her teeth secretly, thinking about getting revenge on him, and wanting to say some "ruthless words", but for some reason, she didn't dare to think about it or say it, even if it was in her heart, after all...she still couldn't bear him.

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help annoyed that she was useless, why she kept accommodating Zhao Rong and belittled herself again and again, and why she always thought of him when practicing swords, and today she was in a daze and wanted to look for him, but when she found that he was gone, she spent all day Drowsy, cranky.

Zhao Rong noticed something, stopped and turned around.

Looking at the tall and slender figure in the darkness behind.

Seeing that Concubine Zhao Ling did not move or make a sound, and her eyes were shining brightly, he suddenly said badly and cursed himself inwardly.

Zhao Rong didn't change it for a while, and accidentally used the expression and tone when he was with Xiao Xiao on Qing Jun.

In Zhao Rong's mind, although Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao are two completely different women, they have something in common.

Xiaoxiao is a little doormat, he is sometimes domineering, she also likes it, has a sense of security, and will always cling to him foolishly.

Qingjun is the kind of conservative, high-minded woman with self-respect and self-love, but it’s okay for him to be domineering in some aspects, because Qingjun also lacks the sense of security that men give her, and longs for a man to rely on, but the premise is reasonable and legal Domineering will do.

In the final analysis, the two beauties belong to the category of little girls, especially Qingjun, who is cold outside and hot inside, and she is an independent and self-reliant big girl on the surface, which is also the impression given to outsiders, but her heart is soft and will always be There lived a little girl who held the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes when she was young, but all kinds of responsibilities and obligations after growing up made Zhao Lingfei today, and she had to be strong.

Therefore, Zhao Rong's mistake just now was that he used "overbearing" at the wrong time. The relationship between the two is still in a period of relaxation, and Qing Jun has not fully accepted him. Well, in her heart, she is still carefully examining him...

Ahem, it's all because I watched too many TV series about "overbearing presidents" in my previous life...

Zhao Rong's mind was full of thoughts, and the next moment, he pursed his lips and walked in front of Concubine Zhao Ling again, gently stretched out a hand to her, and said softly: "Okay, it's my husband's mistake, my lady, don't be sullen."

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head slightly to look at Zhao Rong's gentle eyes. In the darkness, she was silent, still staring at his eyes seriously, her gaze was inexplicable.

Zhao Rong understood in seconds, coughed lightly, and said sincerely: "I don't dare, I really don't dare, lady, I will report to you as long as I am more than a thousand feet away from you..."

Concubine Zhao Ling took another look carefully at Zhao Rongjiong's piercing eyes.

There, at the moment, it's all her.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded slightly, and stretched her right hand forward, approaching Zhao Rong's open palm.

Zhao Rong was overjoyed, but in the next second, the hand he stretched out that only wanted to hold her caught a warm and wet wooden handle.

This is the oil-paper umbrella she has been holding in her hand, and it still carries some of her residual warmth.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at him arrogantly, snorted softly, held her head high, and walked straight forward.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly followed, keeping close to her side, holding an umbrella for her, lest she be caught in the rain.

Like a dog leg...

just.

To Zhao Rong's disappointment, Concubine Zhao Ling was not fooled into his house by him, but passed by the gate of Zhao Rong's courtyard and returned in the direction of Nanci Jingshe.

Zhao Rong's domineering tone before could not help but actually have the idea of ​​"bluffing" her into the house, which caught her off guard, but unfortunately, Qingjun did not fall into the trap...

She was probably also very afraid in her heart that after entering his room, the long night would be long, and something that she was not mentally prepared for would happen, so that Zhao Rong could pass the inspection period by luck and get the black jade card.

Regarding the jade tablet, in fact, the two of them have a certain tacit understanding. As long as Zhao Rong gets it, it will symbolize that the relationship between the two has been completely restored and reconciled, just like the bridal chamber where Zhao Rong awakened the memory of his previous life more than half a year ago. On the festive night, the moment he unveiled Zhao Lingfei's red hijab with great anticipation, the two completed the jade-changing ceremony, and their love will last forever.

However, depending on the situation, Qingjun seems to want to examine his sincerity in saying "I want to know you" before that...

But at present, Zhao Rong's strategy is...to fight first and then to make waves.After you have lied to Qing Jun, bah, coaxed, then you can spend time...

The torrential rain that fell from last night to tonight seems to be a little smaller.

Zhao Rong held an umbrella for Concubine Zhao Ling all the way, and sent her to the gate of Nanci Jingshe.

Zhao Rong wanted to hand back the umbrella to Concubine Zhao Ling, and was about to turn around and leave.

But Concubine Zhao Ling stretched her sleeves and had an extra oil-paper umbrella in her hand, so she didn't go to pick up the umbrella that Zhao Rong handed over.

Although he is wearing a coir raincoat, it would be better if he had an umbrella, but why didn't you take out the second umbrella on the road just now... Zhao Rong's heart was swayed, the slight heat was emitted from her body under the same umbrella on the way just now The feeling of sweet fragrance with You Leng made him silently recall it again.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling, who was supposed to turn around and leave, did not immediately enter Nanci Jingshe.

She stood in front of Zhao Rong without moving.

Although Concubine Zhao Ling was tall among women, she was still a little short in front of the slender Zhao Rong. However, the height difference between the two was just right, so they were very suitable for hugging... Zhao Rong secretly thought.

But before Zhao Rong could think about it, the woman in front of him moved.

Concubine Zhao Ling tiptoed lightly, raised her plain hand, gathered her four onion fingers towards the palm of her hand, grabbed a piece of dry sleeve corner, covering half of her palm, and helped him wipe the rain from his face.

This plain hand was wrapped in sleeves, carefully stroking Zhao Rong's thin cheeks, wet temples, cold forehead, and neck dripping with rain, her sleeves smelled good.

Occasionally, his rough skin could touch Zhao Lingfei's soft, wet, slippery jade fingers.

Zhao Rong stared blankly at the lady in front of him.

She raised her head slightly, biting her red lips with white teeth, her eyelashes were long, her eyes trembled, her expression was serious, and her eyes were full of his appearance.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt that it would be pretty good if his life continued to be so ordinary. There is no vigorous and hard-working story, only such a simple life, you miss me, and I miss you.

I read the book quietly, and write a love poem with you every day. You are practicing with peace of mind. When you are tired, let’s go for a walk. If it is sunny, just wear your white clothes and let the sun shine into you. Smile, wait for me to hold your hand, if it’s raining, you just need to hide under my umbrella, let my chest stick to your cheek, you have to wipe my sweat gently with your sleeves, let me like this looking at you...

After a while, Concubine Zhao Ling's originally dry sleeves were all wet. She pinched it to squeeze out some rain, and then she was about to withdraw her hand.

However, in an instant, her plain hand was caught by another big hand.

Concubine Zhao Ling struggled, but her strength was very small, it was only a symbolic effort.

Zhao Rong tilted his head so that his face was covered by her wet and warm bare hands.

He gently rubbed against her palm like a kitten.

Concubine Zhao Ling watched quietly, with a light smile on her lips.

Zhao Rong was also smiling, and met her with warm eyes through the gap between her fingers.

The hot air from his mouth made Zhao Lingfei's palms itch.

"Qing Jun." Zhao Rong called softly.

"Yes." She was a little shy.

Concubine Zhao Ling began to gently stroke Zhao Rong's horny face with her hand.

Caressed his sword eyebrows, his bright eyes, his straight nose, his beard...

Zhao Rong blinked and kissed her fingertips.

Concubine Zhao Ling withdrew her hand like an electric shock.

He smirked.

Concubine Zhao Ling blushed and ran away.

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Nanci Jingshe, southwest corner.

Xiaheyuan.

Ye Lanzhi came to the door, took a brocade box from the lady who knocked on the door, and Shi Shi ran back.

She put the brocade box on the table casually as usual, and then went to do other things.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Lanzhi came back to the house from the outside, ready to go to the quiet room to practice, but when passing by the table desk, she glanced out of the corner of her eye, remembered something, and stopped in front of the table desk.

She stood still, staring at the brocade box, silent for a moment, thought of something, sighed slightly, and there seemed to be some... complaining in her eyes.

But the next second flashed by.

Ye Lanzhi casually opened the brocade box, and after a glance, there was only a pale pink letter paper.

After all, unlike Senior Sister Lingfei, who receives dozens of letters every day...

She smiled lightly, and without looking carefully, she casually picked up the familiar "love letter" in the box.

Well, it should be called a love letter, at least that's what the guy said.

With nimble fingers, Ye Lanzhi skillfully pulled out the paper from the letterhead, which was the familiar Huajian paper.

She opened the paper and glanced at it casually, thinking that it was the same as before, it was those long paragraphs of obscure "love words".

But in the next second, Ye Lanzhi's eyes suddenly stopped on the paper.

There are only a few short columns of words on the paper.

Her eyes were instantly drawn to it.

Ye Lanzhi stared in a daze for a while, then murmured unconsciously:

"Among the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand.

Walk across the bridge.

On the bridge are green leaves and red flowers, and under the bridge are houses with flowing water.

The other end of the bridge is white hair, and the other end of the bridge...is white hair. "

"It's beautiful." She whispered to herself.

Ye Lanzhi stared at the love letter without blinking, and was silent for a moment before her expression changed.

This is not Fan Yushu's handwriting, definitely not... This regular script is dignified and majestic, full of beauty like a love letter, making it pleasing to the eye.

She suddenly turned over the envelope held in her left hand, only to see the sender's name on it...

"Zhao Ziyu?"

Ye Lanzhi said in a daze.

(End of this chapter)