i have a sword fairy

Chapter 187 One look at you makes me drunk
Zhao Rong was led back to his position by Concubine Zhao Ling in a daze.

He was a little confused for a while.

At this moment, kneeling on the kneeling mat that Concubine Zhao Ling had carefully wiped and tried, Zhao Rong gradually regained his composure.

He stared straight at Qing Jun beside him, and licked his dry lips.

Zhao Rong's right hand can still feel the cold touch of her jade hand just now—the cold sweat in Qing Jun's hand, but he is holding him tightly, as if he is afraid that he will leave with other women...

So, just now I misunderstood what she meant... Didn't she want to serve tea to the guests?

However, what happened to Qingjun's reaction now?Like a frightened deer, flustered, did she also misunderstand something...

At this moment, this corner table case by the creek is the center of gathering attention of countless eyes, but a man and a woman behind the case did not give the slightest attention to the outside world, they are carefully trying to figure out each other's thoughts And feelings, don't care about others, only care about each other.

The change of happiness and anger for the lover affects the mind.

Zhao Rong looked at the lady in front of him seriously.

She coiled her hair for him and never let it go in front of outsiders.

At this time, she was wearing a moon-white chest-length skirt again, and she was also wearing it for him to see.

Fang's face was flushed, and her eyebrows were neatly drawn. She probably thought of him before going out and dressed up meticulously.

But now that Qian'er has not returned, Zhao Rong heard Qian'er say in a chat that Qing Jun is not very good at dressing up, and her hand is more familiar with the hilt of a sword than eyebrow pencil.

So, before going out in the morning, this silly lady sat alone in front of the dressing table, thrushing her eyebrows clumsily over and over again?I don't know if she in the bronze mirror was smiling or annoyed, or both. When she thought of him, she smiled like a flower, and when her eyebrows were drawn crookedly, she bit her lips in anger, but when she thought of meeting him soon, she would smile again ...

Feeling pity in Zhao Rong's heart, he took a deep breath and frowned slightly.

He wanted to embrace Qingjun immediately, but he had to take her feelings into consideration. This was the lesson Zhao Rong had learned a few times before, and he could no longer "bully" her too much in public like Sijitang——Qingjun was not a woman from a previous life No matter how much she accommodates him, she is still polite in her bones, and she can't accept too aggressive behavior when there are many people, unless the private parts of the two are private, like that time when she took the initiative to wipe his sweat on a rainy night...

Therefore, Zhao Rong wanted to respect Qing Jun as well.

Concubine Zhao Ling was facing Zhao Rong. She lowered her head and lowered her eyes, holding the teacup in both hands, level with her eyebrows, and respectfully handed the tea to Zhao Rong.

It's just that someone walked away for a while, and didn't pick it up immediately.

Concubine Zhao Ling waited for a moment with lowered eyebrows, and realized that Zhao Rong still did not move. Her lips were tightly pressed, and the tender red lips gradually lost their color.

With the hot tea in his hands, the mirror-like surface of the water created waves out of thin air. You must know that the hands holding the tea have held a sword that is a hundred times heavier than the teacup steadily for thousands of times...

Concubine Zhao Ling became more and more anxious. At a certain moment, she mustered up her courage, raised her eyes lightly, and carefully looked at her husband's face, but met Zhao Rong's straight gaze, and saw his straight eyebrows gathering in the middle.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyelashes trembled, and her originally clear and clear voice was also affected, with a trill, she whispered weakly: "You, you drink tea, I have learned it for a long time, I want to brew it for you, don't be angry , why don't you taste a little, if it doesn't taste good, don't drink it... wait, it's a little hot, I'll blow it up, huh... huh... Brother Rong, don't be angry, I won't be self-willed in the future, don't be self-willed because of me I was so angry that I really didn't dare, really..."

Her voice was getting weaker and weaker, until finally she was feeling sorry for herself.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head slightly, her eyes were gazing at Zhao Rong eagerly through the steam rising from the teacup.

Zhao Rong, who was distracted, saw Qingjun's eyes almost exactly the same as when he was a child, and his heart trembled. Every time she accidentally made him angry when she was a child, she always had such a pitiful look.

But Zhao Rong didn't have time to miss it too much, he straightened up, frowned, and quickly explained: "No, I'm not angry, Qingjun, you think too much, I don't even have time to love you, so I would be willing to be angry with you. "

After saying that, looking at Concubine Zhao Ling who was still holding tea in both respectful hands, but who had suddenly burst into a smile, Zhao Rong quickly straightened his clothes, knelt and bent over, raised his hands, and took the cup from the lady's hand with a solemn expression. A profound tea.

He moves meticulously.

This was the first time that Qingjun served him tea as his wife.

At the same time, it is also a dining etiquette between husband and wife. Both parties should respect and perform the ceremony, rather than one party being humble.

The two of them finished their ceremony.

Concubine Zhao Ling was filled with joy after hearing Zhao Rong's explanation. Her eyes were wide open, and there was a smile inside. She watched him drink the tea with clear eyes. This did not conform to the tea ceremony that Concubine Zhao Ling learned, but there was Her most anticipated wish surpassed all gifts.

After Zhao Rong took a sip, Concubine Zhao Ling took the empty teacup with a smile, picked up the teapot, and went to pour tea. She squinted at the teacup, stared quietly for a while, and then asked softly, "Brother Ronger, are you Angry, why did you just leave, don't sit with me..."

Zhao Rong gave a general explanation helplessly, Concubine Zhao Ling gave a snort, and also smiled and said what she thought at the time.

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Zhao Rong sighed in his heart, and was a little grateful for this little misunderstanding, which made him and Qingjun almost reconcile. Well, the only thing missing now is that Moyu, and I don’t know if Qingjun will give it to her now. ...

Zhao Rong looked at the lady who was concentrating on pouring tea for him, couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab it, and took another plain hand of hers.

Zhao Rong opened his five fingers slightly, and got into Concubine Zhao Ling's palm, and interlocked his fingers. He held her little hand in both hands, looked down at it, and stroked it carefully, feeling like he was holding a piece of suet jade.

Her hands are like catkins, Zhao Rong took a closer look, she was slender and white, he squeezed it slightly, it was as soft as boneless, and then gently stroked, it was as smooth as fat,

However, this piece of nephrite that made Zhao Rong's heart flutter was not white and flawless.

He frowned slightly, and rubbed the calluses on Qing Jun's palm with his fingers, feeling a little distressed.

Concubine Zhao Ling put down the teapot, lowered her head slightly, and let Zhao Rong hold her hand, without looking at him, she said in a shy tone, "Don't make trouble, I still have to make tea, Husband... Isn't Husband thirsty? Wait a minute!" , I will touch it later..."

In the last two sentences, the voice was so small that Zhao Rong wondered if she had spoken at all...

He smiled warmly and said: "I'm not thirsty anymore, Qingjun, just looking at you will make me drunk."

The girl in Ruqun with moles in her eyes stopped moving, her head drooped, her ears were red, and she trembled: "Me too."

The two clasped their fingers tightly.

In this corner of the Yaji, all these movements that happened fell into the eyes of everyone on the field.

From the very beginning to now, Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling's act of acting like no one else has always attracted everyone's unblinking eyes, and there are "colorful" different expressions in their eyes.

Or shocked, or stunned, or surprised, or unbelievable...

And some news that was originally scoffed at by many people in the government and just regarded as silly gossip, was gradually turned into something called fact by the intimate behavior of the two behind the table.

Ye Ruoxi and Li Jinshu stood together, but they didn't turn their heads to look at each other since not long ago. Instead, they both stretched their necks, staring at their respective junior sister and younger brother intently.

There was a long silence between the two.

At a certain moment, Ye Ruoxi couldn't help but say without turning her head, "Here, this Mr. Zhao is really your little junior brother? Why hasn't he heard you mention this..."

Her eyes were still staring at that side, looking up and down carefully at Zhao Rong's appearance. Just now, the picture of Ye Ruoxi's cold and lonely concubine concubine helping Zhao Rong blow tea with her lips pouting cautiously, It is still flashing in her mind now, and this scene is probably hard to forget for a long, long time.

Hearing this, Li Jinshu stared in a daze with unmoving eyes. After a long while, he shook his head with emotion and said:
"I don't know about this either. I've been busy with the teacher these days, and I haven't had much contact with the juniors. I only met my junior when I went to the Four Seasons Hall during class. The junior didn't mention to me that he was married either. ...Um, but I do know that he seems to often go to Nanci Jingshe with Junior Brother Fan, and I was going to look for an opportunity to talk to them later, but I didn't expect... Alas, the wife of Junior Brother Fan is actually this Fairy Zhao."

Ye Ruoxi also sighed with him and shook her head lightly.

She exhaled, and suddenly, she seemed to remember something.

Ye Ruoxi quietly turned her head and looked in a certain direction, there was a man she had promised to help "match".

At this time, Ji Ganyi was expressionless.

When Zhao Rong walked towards Concubine Zhao Ling just now, he realized Zhao Rong's identity. After the arrangement was made, when the son-in-law left in despair, he went to sit with Concubine Zhao Ling, what he said to her.

However, in his field of vision, he saw Concubine Zhao Ling get up suddenly, with a pale face, hurriedly ran to block the way, and took the initiative to lead that ordinary son-in-law.

Slowly, slowly.

The smile on Ji Ganyi's face froze, and suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, and then until now, his face remained expressionless.

In his eyes at this moment, there was a reflection of the tightly clasped hands of the two, as well as the woman he had always regarded as his partner on the road. She was bowing her head in shame, and she no longer held the sword in her hand, but held him.

Not far away, Yunzi saw Ji Ganyi and shook his head silently...

Liu Kongyi did not expect such a reversal of things.

She squinted at the scene where the man and woman raised their eyebrows not far away, and wrapped her fingers around the slender beard of the dragon carp beside her.

Looking at Concubine Zhao Ling curiously, at this moment, this Xiaoyao Mansion Sword Immortal Embryo, who was always concerned by the students in the past, was showing a side that Liu Kongyi had never thought of.

And the "culprit" of all this...

She turned her eyes and began to look at Zhao Rong, who was dressed as an academy student, with interest.

In another place, Du Yifu looked away from the place where the audience was paying attention, and there was still some unbelievable color in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Li Jinshu, but out of the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a glimpse of Liu Kongyi who he had been paying attention to, and finally saw her strange look at Zhao Rong.

Du Yifu was slightly startled, and followed Liu Kongyi's line of sight to look at Zhao Rong, his eyes were a little cloudy.

Soon.

Yaji, which was silent because of an accident, gradually started to be lively again.

　I dare not speak up, and I will be scolded again... That's right, I am a member of the starting point shock department!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)