i have a sword fairy

Chapter 202 How many rooms do you want?

Zhao Rong discovered that there was still a little girl living in Qing Jun's heart who couldn't grow up. In fact, thinking about it carefully, she was only 17 years old.

Even if she has stepped into the cultivation world early and became a sword cultivator at the peak of Grand Virtue Realm, after all, she is still just a young woman who just got married, let alone in front of her childhood sweetheart.

In other words, the students in the four prefectures of Taiqing are similar. Although they are outstanding talents from all over the continent, they are all young people under the age of 28. Even if they are smart and precocious, they can be smart and precocious. Where to go, maybe even the long life that has been pursued enthusiastically is just a kind of "following the trend" that others say.

Because they are still very young, except for sentimental people, how can they think about old age and death so early, and the practice of mountaineering may be more due to the expectations of the tribe or their own arrogance and youthfulness.

Because of this, Qing Jun was particularly happy to go for a leisurely activity in the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, which is a bit boring to the people on the mountain.

She is not an uninformed woman, and she has never been to a blessed place with a beautiful and spiritual energy, so she came to a small Nuanxi Bamboo Garden and reacted like this.

It's just that Qingjun has been missing that person before, that man who she always thinks "it's good that he is here" in her heart.

Zhao Rong carefully savored the most beautiful Qingjun in the best years.

They spent the afternoon in the depths of Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, and the two of them picked up the fun stories of their childhood again, experiencing the familiar but distant fun.

Qingjun seemed to have changed back to the little girl from before, she followed Zhao Rong, running all over the mountains and plains.

Sometimes when encountering interesting things, Qing Jun would hold his hand and walk in front, facing Zhao Rong, backing up and moving backwards, not afraid of bumping into him while walking.

Zhao Rong was a little helpless, but most of all he pampered her.

Whatever Qing Jun wanted to play, he played with her, and Zhao Rong listened attentively to what he wanted to say.

The two spent a day playing around in Nuanxi Bamboo Garden like this.

after that.

They held hands and left the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden. Seeing the darkness of night, Zhao Rong couldn't help but send Qingjun back to Nanci Abode.

At this time, walking on the night road, Zhao Rong smiled and looked at Qingjun who was walking ahead holding his hand.

She played around all day, but she still seemed to be full of energy and couldn't calm down.

When there are no passers-by around for the time being.

Qingjun waved their interlocking hands, and Ena fluttered like a butterfly.

Like a restless deer that can't stay still.

She looked around, chatted with Zhao Rong about their respective affairs, looked back from time to time, and smiled sweetly.

Concubine Zhao Ling danced in her chest-length skirt and sleeves, and the clean and changing purple tassels on her slender waist were agile and elegant in the air.

Whether she is angry or happy, she only blooms for one person.

"Brother Rong, do you mean, that white silk that was originally intended for Lin Wenruo, Lan Yuqing... used it for herself, and was buried in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest by Lin Wenruo?"

She was listening to Zhao Rong talking about the Southern Kingdom, at a certain moment, she suddenly looked back, snuggled back to his side, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, and asked softly.

Zhao Rong stopped talking, turned his head to look at Qing Jun, nodded and said: "Well, he walked out of the sweet-scented osmanthus forest alone."

He stared at his wife's long autumn eyes that were still shining like stars in the night, and found that her brows were gradually frowning.

Zhao Rong thought about it and sighed.

"Actually, Wen Ruo is also very bitter in his heart, but with some other methods, he will not let this kind of ending happen, but... well, it is really a pity for this girl Lan, although I only met her Few times, and for some reason, Miss Lan looked at me as if she wanted to eat people, as if I had offended her before... But I won the third debate later, so I really offended her."

"However, I can feel that her feelings for Wen Ruo are unusual. After all, I heard that they, like us, seem to be childhood sweethearts we met when we were young..."

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly interrupted: "We are different from them."

Zhao Rong paused, hearing the decisiveness and earnestness in her tone, he coughed lightly, noticed a slip of the tongue, and nodded quickly.

These words are indeed a bit unlucky.

Concubine Zhao Ling tightly hugged the bamboo horse husband's arm, turned her eyes away and turned her head. She squinted her eyes, looked at the dimly lit night scene in the distance, and said something strange.

"Why didn't Lin Wenruo marry Lan Yuqing back home, and then attack Qingjingzi?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "Here, why bother, anyway, it's better to repent and humiliate the marriage, and let her hate it, at least it won't be so uncomfortable in the future."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared ahead, was quiet for a while, and said softly, "If so, she would actually like to accompany him, as long as Lin Wenruo marries her and goes home."

Zhao Rong was silent.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip, "It's another man who thinks he's thinking of women."

She turned her head to look at Zhao Rong's profile, and said softly, "Brother Rong."

"Ok?"

"I don't like Lin Wenruo, you...don't be allowed to imitate him."

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at Qing Jun, nodding seriously.

After a while, Zhao Rong felt that the atmosphere between the two was dulled by the conversation just now.

He coughed lightly, as if he had thought of something, turned his head with a smile and said, "That guy Wen Ruo, I've been tired of it for a long time. You said he can handle eighteen concubines by himself? He's still hiding Tuck it away, so that no one can see it..."

Concubine Zhao Ling, who had calmed down, raised her eyelids, looked at Zhao Rong, and said with a half-smile on her lips, "Brother Rong, why do I think you are envious of others?"

Zhao Rong let out a huff, raised his chin, and said in a disdainful tone, "Envy? I didn't say that, just because of his [-]-bedroom beautiful concubine, heh, even if you add a thousand bedrooms, it's not as good as my wife's one bedroom. I Will you envy him? That's all."

After all, he felt that these words were flattering overtly and covertly. In other words, the lady should be able to hear it.

Zhao Rong smiled complacently, raised his head and glanced at Concubine Zhao Ling.

I saw that she was listening with her head tilted.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded her head and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Not as good as me...one room?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

The air was silent for a second.

But Zhao Rong felt that this second was as long as a year, and it was fatal.

He didn't dare to hesitate any longer, his heart turned, and he said immediately after a second, "Slip of tongue, this is a slip of tongue."

Zhao Rong said in a sincere tone, "Qingjun, let me re-order for you. What I said just now is to take Wenruo's [-] houses. Well, plus the hypothetical [-] houses, I will take [-] houses. Fang came to compare with you, wanting to bring out your uniqueness and value heavier than life to me, of course, about your status in my heart, who doesn’t know this?
But I couldn't help but say it out, so, in the discourse of my organization, Wenruo's side is the eighteenth room, and I subconsciously use the room to describe you. This is my husband's fault, but you You know, our Confucianism pays great attention to neatness and order in speaking and writing... Well, that's the misunderstanding, Qingjun, can you understand? "

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and looked at the lady with hope.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, so that's the case, Brother Rong, I thought you had a lot of rooms."

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, and he shook his head vigorously, not daring to answer the words.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at him, "However, Brother Rong, why are you explaining so much, just say you misunderstood."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched imperceptibly, he immediately turned his head, frowned and said, "Fool, am I afraid of your wild thoughts?"

Concubine Zhao Ling hugged his arm and smiled when she heard this.

Zhao Rong secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

It's just that she never expected that she would suddenly say, "Husband, how many rooms do you want?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

He didn't dare to answer this question any more.

"It's okay, husband, tell me what's on your mind. I'm not that kind of unreasonable and pedantic woman. Can I still eat you?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, glanced at Concubine Zhao Ling's encouraging expression, a little uncertain if she was fishing.

It is true that Qing Jun will not eat him, but he is afraid that Qing Jun will break the sword heart again... After all, the sword heart she destroyed before is not much better now, if it is broken again, then Zhao Rong It is estimated that he has to doubt whether he is really born to overcome his wife.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and said decisively: "The lady has one room!"

He thought that this answer should be enough, and he would not ask any more.

In the end, what I didn't expect was that after hearing the words, Qing Jun shook his head, "It's just me in the room, no."

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, and immediately threw the question back, "Which rooms do you think are suitable?"

She continued: "As far as I am alone, outsiders will definitely say that I am jealous, and the most important thing is that I don't have a good opinion of you, such as being afraid of your internal affairs. One room."

Zhao Rong was overjoyed, and shouted loudly in his heart, Xiao Xiao, Qing Jun agreed, and I will pick you up right away...

Concubine Zhao Ling blushed slightly, she turned her head to look at the night scene beside the road, "We must not forget Qian'er, she is my personal maid, and we grew up together, we... the three of us will always be together of."

Zhao Rong's expression froze and his shoulders slumped slightly.

A quarter of an hour later.

After approaching Nanci Jingshe, the two of them had a tacit understanding and intentionally slowed down, and finally walked to the door of the Jingshe.

They snuggled for a while before saying goodbye reluctantly.

Zhao Rong watched Concubine Zhao Ling enter the abode, and when she couldn't see her back, he still stood still.

Soon.

Zhao Rong sighed slightly, turned and left.

　Brothers voted so many monthly tickets, Xiaorong was a little flustered, the latest update is so hip, this chapter is only 2k8... After these two days of adjustments, I will definitely stand up for my brothers!
　　
　
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