i have a sword fairy

Chapter 200 My Feet Are Not Good-looking

"Okay, don't be angry."

Zhao Rong turned his back to Qing Jun and said softly.

Concubine Zhao Ling remained motionless, staring at the stream falling from the cliff with a pretty face, not wanting to turn her head to look at Brother Rong who was getting worse and worse.

In fact, she was ashamed and wanted to run away directly, the same as the previous few times, but, after bringing him back at the Gathering, she whispered to Brother Rong that she would not play petty temper casually.

So he couldn't bear to leave him and run away.

But Concubine Zhao Ling's face became hot when she thought that Zhao Rong had eaten the green plum she had bitten just now, and it was full of saliva... You, don't you hate it?

Looking at Qing Jun's back, Zhao Rong was a little troubled, he sighed.

"Oh, Qingjun, I didn't think carefully and didn't consider your feelings. I was wrong and too selfish...Here, this is for you. I took a bite of it and gave it to you to eat. We are even. "

Zhao Rong was sincere, and handed a bitten plum to her from behind.

Concubine Zhao Ling subconsciously glanced down when she heard this, her shoulders trembled, almost failing, she held back her laughter, and hurriedly snorted.

Zhao Lingfei turned around suddenly, snatched the plum from his hand, and made a gesture to throw it.

Zhao Rong subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch them.

How could Concubine Zhao Ling be willing to throw it away? Seeing his anxious appearance, the ice on his face melted a little.

She reached out and stuffed Qingmei into Zhao Rong's mouth.

The latter looked happy, pursed his lips gently, and accepted the lady's "feeding" obediently.

Seeing this, Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyelids slightly, her face remained expressionless, but her hands became more gentle. Qianqian picked up green plums that she had carefully washed, and fed them to her husband, and supervised him to finish eating, not to make any more mischief.

During this period, Zhao Rong blinked, greedy. She twisted Meizi's white fingers, and moved her head forward. However, Qing Jun, who had already been vigilant, saw through this little thought. Before he closed his mouth, she He quickly pulled out his fingers.

Concubine Zhao Ling rolled her eyes at Zhao Rong.

He was not embarrassed either, and looked at the lady's girlish posture with a bright smile.

Soon, the green plums were all eaten by Zhao Rong. Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at him, hesitated for a while, and finally raised her hand, and stretched the green onion finger that Zhao Rong hadn't stolen just now to the corner of his lips, for Zhao Rong. Rong wiped his mouth.

Staring at the considerate and gentle lady who was cold outside and warm inside, Zhao Rong smiled happily.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at the Nuanxi at the right depth, his eyes lit up.

In the next second, Zhao Rong grabbed Concubine Zhao Ling's hand that wiped his mouth for him, tapped her fingertips lightly with her lips, and immediately pulled Concubine Zhao to the lakeside, "Qing Jun, come with me."

"Brother Rong, slow down."

By the lakeside, Zhao Rong nodded without looking back, and squatted down without stopping. He familiarly rolled up his trousers, took off his boots and socks, stepped forward, and stepped into the stream with bare feet.

At this time, the afternoon sun fell into this valley, covering this section of clear stream water, not far from the white waterfall falling from the cliff on the top of the valley, arousing bursts of water mist, filling the lakeside, Zhao Rong was in it , under the sunlight, the mist was hazy, and the smile on his face, Concubine Zhao Ling thought it was more dazzling than the sunlight.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at this scene, dazed.

"Come down Qingjun, the water temperature here is just right, hiss, comfortable, the cobblestone here seems not as slippery as in the mountain spring water behind our house, come down quickly."

Zhao Rong stood in the stream, stepping barefoot on the warm and comfortable cobblestones, reaching out to hold Concubine Zhao Ling who was standing on the bank.

When they were young, they often washed their feet and touched fish at an unknown spring in the back mountain of the Duke's mansion.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling's expression was a bit tangled, she took Zhao Rong's hand, squatted down lightly, bit her lower lip and thought for a while, then shook her head reservedly.

"Not yet, brother Ronger, you can play, I'll watch from here."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to say, "If you don't come down, what am I going to play?" But this sentence easily caused ambiguity and scared Qing Jun away, so he swallowed it.

Zhao Rong looked at Qing Jun, she was squatting on the bank, her face buried between her knees, staring at him with bright eyes, at this moment when she noticed that he was looking over, Qing Jun shook his hand gently.

Zhao Rong saw the shy appearance of the lady who clearly wanted to play, and said softly, "It's okay, idiot, there are no outsiders here, so it doesn't matter if you take off your shoes."

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her buried head, and after being quiet for a while, she said in a voice like mosquitoes: "Brother Rong, my feet are not good-looking, not as good-looking as those little feet in the book...don't look at it."

Zhao Rong was speechless, "Fool, I don't care about these, as long as it's yours, I like it, ahem, lady, don't your feet smell like that? If there are, then you have to come down and wash them. "

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and stared at him, shook Zhao Rong's hand forcefully, and said angrily, "No, you have stinky feet."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "I don't believe it, let my husband check it."

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head in silence and ignored him.

Zhao Rong tried to persuade him a few more times, but it still didn't work. He sighed softly, stepped on the stream, and sat on the bank, leaning against Qingjun.

Zhao Rong gently sniffed the good smell of the lady and felt her body temperature.

Zhao Rong knew that Qingjun didn't want to take off his shoes and go into the water, not only because feet were a private part for women, but also because he was afraid of being seen behind his feet, which would damage his good image in his heart.

In fact, he doesn't care about these, anyway, he didn't know how many times he watched it when he was a child, Zhao Rong just wanted to relive the fun of childhood with her.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at Qing Jun. It is not an option to make her shy all the time. I can't let him touch her in the future. However, women need to be coaxed. If you coax her a lot, you may have a chance For example, in Zhao Rong's memory, there is a unique trick passed down in the previous life: I will just dawdle and not go in...

Moreover, Zhao Rong secretly wondered at first whether he could get back that black jade tablet with great symbolic significance today.

Just looking at the current progress and Qingjun's reserved attitude, it may be difficult, so I have to find a way...

Suddenly, his gaze paused, and he landed on Qing Jun's hairpin.

Zhao Rong's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered something that his mother had left behind for a long time.

He immediately took off the amulet around his neck, rummaged through it for a while, and took out something from it.

"Qingjun."

"Hmm... um?" Concubine Zhao Ling, who buried her head on her knees, just responded when she suddenly felt the wooden hairpin being pulled out of her head in an instant.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head suddenly, and her black hair, which had lost the wooden hairpin, scattered smoothly and fell down like a waterfall. She frowned and wanted to glar at Brother Rong, but in the next second, when the thing in Zhao Rong's hand reflected After entering the sight, Zhao Lingfei's eyes widened instantly.

She stared at the emerald jade hairpin that was so familiar in her memory, opened and closed her small mouth several times, and finally murmured: "This, this is Aunt Liu's..."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded, "My mother gave it to me before she left. She said you liked it and told me to give it to you after I get married."

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes trembled when she heard this. This is the hairpin that Aunt Liu had been wearing all her life. She had been coveting it for a long time when she was a child. Jade plaques have similar significance.

Zhao Rong stared at Qing Jun with loose hair in front of him, "You know, mother said, this hairpin has been passed down from our family. My father gave it to my mother, and my grandfather gave it to grandma... I don't know how many times it has been passed down. replaced."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared intently at the emerald jade hairpin that symbolized the identity of the only wife. She stretched out her hand subconsciously, stopped in mid-air, raised her head, stared at Zhao Rong eagerly, and said in a soft but serious tone: "I Yes, mine, I want to..."

Zhao Rong looked at the woman in front of him, without any doubt, if he dared not give her the jade hairpin, she would stab him to death with a sword in the next second, and then they both died.

Under Zhao Lingfei's gaze, Zhao Rong suddenly leaned forward.

Zhao Lingfei seemed to realize something, and let him approach without dodging.

She slowly closed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and trembled her eyelashes.

The woman feels a little wronged, why are you in such a hurry, and you are coming to bully me again, can't you "okay" slowly...

However, when Concubine Zhao Ling thought of the jade hairpin she was thinking about, she didn't dare to resist at this moment. However, the sense of grievance in her heart became more and more serious, and she complained why she was so useless in front of Brother Rong, and why she cared so much. What did that hairpin do? He was pinching it to death and bullying him at will...

Concubine Zhao Ling thought so, and three breaths passed, but the villain in front of her did not move for a long time, nor did she feel any touch on her lips, nor did she smell the breath from his mouth and nose.

Zhao Lingfei opened her eyes strangely, and found that Zhao Rong was looking at her with a smile.

Before Concubine Zhao Ling had time to be ashamed, Zhao Rong shook her head and said softly, "Fool, what nonsense are you thinking... Turn your back, I'm going to fuck."

He raised his hand and waved the jade hairpin in his hand, and gestured to the long-haired concubine Zhao Ling.

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In Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, a certain hillside.

The Yaji, which was very lively not long ago, has come to an early end.

The crowd left in twos and threes.

Luzhu was humming a ditty, following the sisters to pack up the utensils in the gathering.

At a certain moment, she raised her head and glanced in the direction Zhao Rong had left before, not knowing when that fake idiot and his wife Xunyou would come back.

Luzhu's mind was full of thoughts, and suddenly she remembered the poem "Falling Flowers" that she "personally" changed by accident. The new friend in the red dress said, um, Xiaoxiao seems to like listening to these stories about wits and beautiful ladies...

　Zhao Rong is going to die!I can't get used to you for a long time, it's too bad for Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao to follow you...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)