i have a sword fairy

Chapter 199 Bamboo Horse Green Plum
Zhao Rong led Qing Jun through a bamboo forest and into the deep forest without stopping.

The two had nothing to say, one in front of the other.

Wherever he was going, she followed.

Zhao Rong led Qingjun to the top of the mountain, and then down the bamboo mountain.

They crossed Nuanxi, climbed up Daiyan, and passed through the empty valley. Fragments of sunlight leaked through the gaps in the forest leaves. The two walked on a winding path and stepped on moss-covered stone slabs.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling searched for the depths of Nuanxi Bamboo Garden.

At a certain moment, the two met a cliff on their way, and a stream fell, forming a multi-level white waterfall on the cascading cliff fault, which looked like a pure white ribbon in the sun.

The water splashes under the whirling sunlight, shining clear and shining, playing a natural vocal music.

The water mist fills the banks of the stream, warm as a hot spring, hazy and dreamy, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly tugged at Zhao Rong's hand.

The two stopped, and the latter turned back.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly broke away from Zhao Rong's hand. With her head lowered, she lightly lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, and trotted to a certain tree by the stream without saying a word.

Zhao Rong was curious, and soon saw Qing Jun raising her hand, tiptoeing, holding her skirt in one hand, and raising the other hand high, and after a while, she came back with a bunch of small green fruits.

Zhao Rong glanced at it, and was suddenly in a trance. The mist spread by the warm stream, and the four seasons were like spring. The green plums that Qingjun picked were ripe green plums.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked up at Zhao Rong, then went to the stream with green plums in both hands, put the plums into the clear stream, washed them with her bare hands, with a focused expression.

Holding the white jade in his hand, Zhao Rong came to her side and squatted down with Qingjing. He leaned his head over and stared at Qingjun's side face without blinking.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip lightly, squatting sideways, avoiding Zhao Rong's "obnoxious" gaze, continued to roll up her sleeves, washing green plums, and acted seriously.

Zhao Rong squatted, took two small steps forward with his hands hugging his knees, and came to her side again, leaning against the side of the lady, and his body gently squeezed her.

Like a little milk dog begging for help.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyelashes trembled. Although she didn't turn her head to look at Zhao Rong, she didn't dodge either.

She tilted her body slightly and leaned against him.

Zhao Rong smiled happily, and continued to stare intently at Concubine Zhao Ling's profile, feeling that she couldn't get enough of her seriousness.

He raised his hand suddenly, lifted a strand of naughty black hair from the lady's smooth forehead, and brushed it behind her ear.

However, in the process of teasing Zhao Rong's hair, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, his fingertips lightly touched Concubine Zhao Ling's face.

Soft and warm to the touch.

Qing Jun's face seemed to be a little hot, Zhao Rong's heart moved, after helping her brush her hair, he immediately continued to reach out to reach Concubine Zhao Ling's cheek.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was washing plums, shrank her body slightly after being touched by Zhao Rong on the cheek. She tilted her head half-cocked like a kitten alertly, squinted and squinted at Zhao Rong, and looked under her eyelids. clap your big hands.

stopped his mischief.

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand resentfully.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her chin lightly, and Qiongbi snorted softly, but there was still a little blush on her cheeks, it was the rouge on the mistaken touch of his fingertip just now, which had not completely faded away.

Zhao Rong only felt that the appearance of the lady at this time was really lovely.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was a little proud at first, saw her husband staring at her stupidly after being beaten, she was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, she hurriedly turned her head, not daring to look at this enemy again, Concubine Zhao Ling bowed her head Staring straight at the green plum that was washed by the spring water in the palm of my hand, my heart seemed to be smeared with honey.

She blinked, pinched the smallest green plum in her hand, put it between her red lips and white teeth, and took a bite.

Very sweet, sweet to the heart, no matter how much you eat, you will never get tired of it.

Immediately, Concubine Zhao Ling held dozens of green plums in both hands, held them in front of Zhao Rong, and moved her hands towards him.

Zhao Rong stared at the woman with the skirt in front of her. She was half-raising her head, a strand of black hair was pulled behind her ear, and her white and clean face was full of anticipation. The water that was scooped up by hastily taking greengage out of the stream was dripping from the gap between the onion fingers, and landed on the breast-length skirt that she only wore once.

Concubine Zhao Ling ignored her wet skirt, Zhao Rong was reflected in her eyes, with an expectant expression.

Zhao Rong frowned, and stretched out his hand under Qing Jun's hand, catching the water dripping between her fingers with both hands.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her hands, and all the green plums fell on his hand that received the water. She tilted her head and stared at him eagerly.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips, moved his hands back above the hem of his clothes, picked up a plum, but didn't eat it right away.

He looked at his wife.

This is the once unique tacit understanding between the two, and now it has been picked up again.

Yao remembers that when they were young, they liked to go to the back mountain to play around. Qingjun loved to eat lotus seeds, but she didn't dare to pick them. She was pricked by a small thorn on the handle of the lotus flower, and it hurt for three days. Therefore, every time Qingjun was greedy, he would eagerly pull Zhao Rong's hand and drag him to pick it up. She propped her chin and squatted on the bank of the lotus pond to wait.

And Zhao Rong loves to eat green plums. During the romantic time of childhood sweethearts, the two of them often rode bamboo horses together and ran to the back mountain to pick plums. Just like now, Qingjun helped him pick and wash plums every time. Plums, give him a taste.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, staring intently at the green plum in his hand and the "green plum" in front of him, all of this was the same as usual countless times.

He suddenly said, "Qingjun."

"Ok?"

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and let out a soft nasal sound.

"Just now in Yaji, it doesn't have to be like this..." Zhao Rong paused for a moment, then raised his head with a smile, his eyebrows were beaming, and his tone was half joking and half serious, and said: "Can you still trust me, Brother Rong? Let that poem be published." It’s just a matter of saying a word when entering the country.”

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little dazed, looked at his smiling face, and immediately burst into a gorgeous smile, "I believe it, I have always believed it."

Her voice grew louder and her tone was serious.

At the end of the sentence, Concubine Zhao Ling saw Zhao Rong's puzzled look, she shook her head, "It's just that I still don't want you to change the words, and care about their opinions..."

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and stared at the green plum in his hand, smiling softly.

"I care about this time, I care about it next time, and I care about it every time. Is it for the two of us to live, or to live for them?"

Zhao Rong was silent, and after a while, he nodded.

Subsequently.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her hand and pushed Zhao Rong's hand holding the plum again.

Zhao Rong smiled and bit the green plum in his hand, but after tasting it, he frowned slightly.

"what happened?"

Concubine Zhao Ling also frowned.

Zhao Rong glanced at her, handed over a whole plum, and put it next to her mouth.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't even think about it, her pink and tender lips came into contact with the blue plum, she took a bite, and she slurred her words: "Mmm, it's sweet... Mmm."

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand from Bimei, took a bite, and nodded, "Well, this one is really sweet."

After all, before Concubine Zhao Ling could react, he gnawed all the flesh of the "sweet plum" she had bitten off, threw even the pit into his mouth, smashed it, and then spit it out.

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

Zhao Rong blinked.

Concubine Zhao Ling's beautiful eyes widened.

(End of this chapter)