i have a sword fairy

Chapter 235
"Qingjun, ah~"

Zhao Lingfei turned her head to look at the lake outside the pavilion.

The autumn water is sparkling, the cool breeze is smooth, and she looks into the distance, and the blue sky is like washing.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling was sitting dignifiedly and gracefully in the elegant pavilion by the lake, on the rail seat on the side of the water. After she heard the words, she was quiet for a while before turning her head to look at the smiling man in front of her.

Zhao Rong was standing in front of Concubine Zhao Ling, holding glutinous rice porridge with lotus seeds in one hand, and a porcelain spoon in the other, scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, placed it in a bowl, and carefully handed it to Concubine Zhao Ling's mouth.

Zhao Rong let out an ah, opened his mouth slightly, and coaxed her to drink.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced outside the pavilion, there were no pedestrians, and then she looked at her husband's smiling face, her long eyes were clear, she smiled and said: "My husband hasn't taught me yet."

Zhao Rong frowned, pretending to be angry.

"What are you talking about, Qingjun? My wife is gentle and virtuous, with peerless beauty. She is unparalleled in the sky. She is the only first-class woman in the world. She knows the etiquette and integrity, and understands righteousness. It took me eight lifetimes to get married. The good fortune of my husband, where is the need for my husband to put my beak on it, and it is unnecessary to teach me, the lady taught me that it is almost..."

As he spoke, he coughed lightly, and then asked, "Uh, is this porridge still a little hot? This box is quite insulated."

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled and stared at him without saying a word.

Zhao Rong moved the spoon to his mouth, blew it, and then handed it back to Qing Jun's lips. He glanced at the lady's red lips, which were pink and wet, like the delicate and beautiful rhododendron petals after a spring rain. What kind of rouge did you sip...

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at Zhao Rong, who was slightly distracted, and then at the lotus porridge that he had carefully blown over. She didn't lower her head to eat right away. She tilted her head and bit her lips lightly, which made Zhao Rong's heart flutter.

Concubine Zhao Ling said softly: "Husband really doesn't want to teach concubines? It's okay, husband can talk, I'm not an unreasonable person."

You are indeed not unreasonable, you are just a vinegar jar, there is no reason or reason.

Zhao Rong shook the hand holding the porcelain spoon, and complained in his heart, but, thinking about it carefully, Qingjun really gave him enough face in front of others just now, being obedient and obedient, and even lowered his figure a little bit for this reason.

You know, she is a woman who is proud to the bottom of her heart, the pride of the Xiaoyao Mansion in Taiqing, so what if she just built a broken bowl and broke the formation in Dongli Xiao, if she wants to break this formation, she will go to break it. The sword cultivator has a reason to use the sword, and if it is broken, it will be broken.

However, in order to accommodate her husband's concerns and cooperate with his way of handling this matter, she accompanied him to sing black and white without saying a word or hesitation, and took the initiative to give in and apologize to other women.

Zhao Rong felt the continuous temperature coming from the wall of the bowl in his hand, and his heart was slightly warm. Qingjun is now playing a little temper in private, so what if he chokes him a few words, just coaxing, women just want to coax, especially Qingjun A woman like Jun might have everything.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes, looked at Concubine Zhao Ling who was looking at him with his head tilted, smiled lightly, and said seriously:
"Qingjun, you are not wrong. There is no need for my husband to teach. It was just a stopgap measure. That Yu Huaijin is not easy. Let's give her a step down. If you can not leave a grudge, don't leave a grudge. It's just, are you You fought for me, and in the end you were wronged for me, my husband is really sorry, I feel ashamed in my heart."

Zhao Rong lowered his head and blew on the porridge again, his expression focused.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at Brother Rong, who was feeding her porridge and was gentle, his eyes drooped slightly, "I am not wronged."

At the end of the sentence, Concubine Zhao Ling opened her mouth slightly, lifted her chin, and ate the lotus seed porridge that Zhao Rong brought to her lips, her eyes bent into crescent moons.

"So sweet."

She looked at Zhao Rong, smiled sweetly and called out.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, and then his brows gathered together, "I think it's just right, Qing Jun doesn't like it?"

With a worried tone, he looked around, his eyes stopped for a while at the forest on the right side of the lake, and then his eyes lit up.

"I'm going to get some clear spring for you, add a little to it, and dilute some of the sweetness."

Before the words fell, Zhao Rong held the bowl in one hand and squeezed the spoon in the other, and turned around to pick the spring.

However, the next moment, he paused because someone had already held him back.

"Don't go," Concubine Zhao Ling held onto the hem of his clothes with both hands, "I didn't say I don't like sweets, idiot."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the outside of the pavilion, not looking at him.

"Oh, oh," Zhao Rong nodded, then scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge with a smile, and handed it to Qing Jun's mouth.

At this moment, Qing Jing, who had been swinging on the swing at Concubine Zhao Ling's temple, suddenly stopped, and the purple tassels, amidst the lingering haze, returned to the appearance of a little girl, with two small arms stretched out towards Zhao Rong, As if she was paddling, the little girl made some babbling sounds from her mouth.

Zhao Rong glanced at Jing Jing, who was begging for porridge and drink like a baby, and looked away, ignoring this "stupid daughter", and continued to serve her mother.

It's a waste of time to get angry, drink porridge...

However, Qingjing seems to have seen through this "patriarchal" father, and turned to find her mother, rubbed her cheek affectionately, and stretched out a pair of small purple hands to comb Zhao Lingfei's black hair hanging from her temples .

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyelids slightly, and glanced at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong coughed twice, fed her another spoonful of porridge, and then took a small spoonful for curious Qingjing to taste.

Holding the spoon in Qingjing's little hand, she buried her face and ate her mouthful, babbled a few times, then shook her head and hugged Zhao Rong's spoon root, babbling and babbling, very happy.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he flicked his fingers to flick the little guy who was holding the spoon and never let go, with a look of disgust; Qing Qing dodged left and right, his small body twisted and turned.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled as she watched the "father and daughter" fight.

At this moment, not far from Yating, a pedestrian came, and it seemed that they wanted to pass by the pavilion.

Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly got up, took the bowl and spoon from Zhao Rong's hands involuntarily, and pushed him back on the seat.

Afterwards, she stood in front of Zhao Rong, like a virtuous wife, and began to cook the porridge with her bare hands, and fed it to him with gentle and graceful movements.

Pedestrians passing by the pavilion saw this scene and couldn't help speeding up their pace. What's more, after seeing the scene of loving couples in the pavilion from a distance, they didn't pass by the pavilion and took a long detour.

Zhao Rong blinked, and couldn't help laughing at the woman in front of him who had suddenly changed her painting style.

Zhao Lingfei gave him a fierce look.

Zhao Rong quickly put away his smile.

Afterwards, he enjoyed Qing Jun's service for a while, turned his head to look at the sky outside, and suddenly said: "Qing Jun, why don't you leave, stay and stay overnight today."

"No," Concubine Zhao Ling turned her face away and refused, but after a moment's pause, she squinted at Zhao Rong again, and said crisply: "My husband knew it when I was a child, I kick people in my sleep, you... Aren't you afraid that I will kick you?"

Zhao Rong was shocked, and his tone was firm, "Don't be afraid!"

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head, looked at him for a while, and smiled, "Brother Rong, with your body, I will kick you to death."

He glanced at the lady's round, slender straight long legs, and couldn't help but glance at the delicate and small purple embroidered shoes she was wearing today, and said solemnly: "Qing Jun, I can die under your legs. Cough cough, and the feet... I think it's worth it."

Concubine Zhao Ling's smile froze, she didn't know what to think of, her pink lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes widened, and some inconceivable colors flashed across her face, and her cheeks, which were originally rosy in the white, turned into a wine red.

In the eyes of Zhao Rong at this time, this is the most brilliant bonus in autumn.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to her senses, she was holding a bowl and spoon in her hand, she lowered her head and looked down, then turned around in embarrassment and turned her back to Zhao Rong, "Lang... a loafer, Brother Rong is a loafer, Quan Xue It’s broken, it wasn’t like this before.”

In the past, when Rong Er was a child, when the two of them washed their feet together in a clear spring, she naughtily stretched out her feet to step on his feet in the spring water, and Rong Er would say in disgust, "Don't stretch your stinky feet, take them away quickly" or It's "Whose pig's trotter is so small, it doesn't have a lot of meat, and you want to sell it for money? It's not enough for me to eat."

Even later, after Brother Rong went to study in a private school, he no longer washed his feet or fished with Concubine Zhao Ling.

As for the current Brother Rong, it is estimated that as long as she dares to stretch out her legs and feet, she will not be able to escape his clutches easily in the next second, and, no... don't peel off the skin, don't even think about taking it back.

It's hard to say what other things Brother Rong will do to embarrass her.

For sure, he, he has so many bad ideas now...

"Bah," Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and spat softly, then turned around and stared at Zhao Rong with a straight face, her eyes were full of anger.

She said seriously:

"Brother Rong, don't think about those weird things anymore, don't think about it."

Zhao Rong blinked, "My wife can't do it, it's not someone else."

"No, you can't mess around in your head...thinking about me doing weird...strange things, no." Concubine Zhao Ling's narrow and long eyes widened, full of momentum, but her words faltered. Baba.

"I just think about it, but I don't really do it, Qing Jun, why do you care about what I think? It's so unreasonable."

Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyelashes brushed her clear eyes, and immediately, her tone was fierce, and it was rare to be coquettish, "You are my husband, you are mine, and everything is mine. If I say I can't think about it, I can't." Think about it, your husband must be obedient, in broad daylight, don't think about... don't think about strange things about the concubine's body."

Zhao Rong didn't blink his eyes, looking carefully at Qingjun who rarely showed his unreasonable side, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Because in his impression of Qing Jun, when he was a child, he was weak, demure and well-behaved in front of him. Now when he grows up, because no one protects him, he becomes stronger and stronger, and becomes deserted and close to strangers. Generally speaking, he is rational and reasonable.

However, what Zhao Rong doesn't know is that once a rational and cold woman falls in love and snuggles into the arms of her lover, she will become "unreasonable". Sprinkle on one person.

Be polite and reasonable to others.

Yes, it is such an unfair discrimination.

However, for some women, in this life, they will only "treat" one person differently. Yes, one person is their first love.

Concubine Zhao Ling was even worse, her small heart was filled with one person early on.

In this life, the first love is the last love.

From Zongjiao to Jiji, from white hair to white hair.

As long as there is him, from the beginning to the end.

Therefore, after thinking that she was defeated and that Zhao Rong didn't want her.

Concubine Zhao Ling's sword heart is broken, and her heart is as dead as ashes.

But now, after untold hardships, twists and turns, and separation, Zhao Rong lived in her heart again, and gradually began to repair this heart full of holes.

Like the spring breeze blowing over the desolate land again, all things bloom.

However, this "house" that was originally crumbling and windy and windy, after Zhao Rong entered, and then wanted to get out of it, it was no longer a matter of breaking half of the heart of the sword, but the collapse of the house, the destruction of jade and stone, and even... There is only one person left.

At this moment, in this small lakeside pavilion with few people around, Concubine Zhao Ling, in front of Zhao Rong, who has finally turned from a bamboo horse into a husband, has changed from a cold and arrogant white lotus fairy to an arrogant and rude girl.

Her softness and demureness, her cuteness and cuteness, her arrogance and domineeringness, all of them will only treat him alone.

"Don't you even think about strange things about me!"

Concubine Zhao Ling puffed her mouth slightly, her red lips pursed slightly, she stared at Zhao Rong, trying to make her husband obedient.

At the same time, she kept paying attention to her surroundings. Seeing that no one was bothering her, Concubine Zhao Ling felt a little relieved. In front of others, she must absolutely respect her husband and protect his face. After being willful at the gathering, I set an insurmountable red line in my heart.

But now that there is no one, and getting along with Brother Rong Er in private, then he can be "self-willed" occasionally, and... it's time to practice the "art of imperial husband" that Aunt Liu taught her.

Back then, Concubine Zhao Ling was still in her boudoir, and Aunt Liu was still alive. She had just gotten engaged to Zhao Rong. Compared with her own daughter-in-law, Aunt Liu treated her as her own daughter, taught her by example, and was not worried about her future son at all. Could it be that her husband is weak and suffers under the skirt of her "professional daughter".

At that time, in the boudoir, Aunt Liu quietly taught her how to control Brother Ronger. Those words are still fresh in Concubine Zhao Ling's memory, such as "No matter how old a man is, he is actually a child, just like Ronger now. Usually, I want to be pampered, but I also need to beat and beat when appropriate, especially when some strange signs are about to emerge, but the method of beating should be both firm and soft, and master an appropriate degree..."

Concubine Zhao Ling still remembered that when she was a child, Brother Rong was confident in front of her, but in front of Aunt Liu, he was submissive.

Therefore, Concubine Zhao Ling has no doubts about Aunt Liu's words...

Within Yating.

Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyes narrowed slightly, like a pool of autumn water, the shimmering waves reflected Brother Rong's face, full of his familiar face, and the lovely hazel tear mole under her left eye , and following the squinting movement, it rose slightly and moved in an arc, leaving its original position.

In Zhao Rong's eyes, Qing Jun at this moment is more like...a female tiger slowly emerging from a cave, um, it is white, because white tigers are beautiful.

The white tiger seemed hungry and thirsty. It was slowly raising its paws and walking in circles. Its movements were elegant, its eyes were narrowed and stared at him without blinking, and the air was quiet. He turned around, lunged at him, pushed him to the ground, knocked him unconscious, and dragged him back to the cave. Don't think about going out to find your "good friend" little fox in the future.

Not to mention bringing the little fox back to the tigress' den as a guest, there must be no return!

Therefore, he had to use the art of imperial concubine, subdue this white tiger that wanted to ride on him, and train him hard!
At that time, he can enter and leave the caves of the white tiger and the little fox at will, or the two will be together...

Dangerous!
Zhao Rong became vigilant...

"Husband, do you understand?"

The corners of Concubine Zhao Ling's lips curled up slightly, she raised her chin lightly, and she glanced at Brother Rong'er with her clear eyes.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Hey, open your mouth,"

Concubine Zhao Ling took a spoonful of hot porridge, puffed her lips, and handed the porcelain spoon to Brother Rong's mouth with a smile, saying with a pun.

Zhao Rong bowed his head and said nothing.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her brows, secretly delighted.

Her jade lips parted lightly, ready to coax him next.

But the next moment, what Concubine Zhao Ling didn't expect was that before she swung a big stick, gave a sweet date, and performed the first imperial husband's style perfectly, Brother Rong suddenly spoke.

"That's good," Zhao Rong nodded calmly, then slightly turned his gaze away from Concubine Zhao Ling, and said softly, "Then I miss someone else."

other people!other women?
In an instant, Concubine Zhao Ling's almond eyes opened wide, staring at Zhao Rong, her red lips, which were originally tightly closed, opened slightly, revealing a small pink tip of her tongue.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't look at the lady's lovely expression and alluring scenery at the moment.

He tilted his head, pretended to be nonchalant, looked at the scenery on the lake, and said casually:

"The lady won't let me think about it, so I think someone else can do it. The lady can't care about this kind of thing."

"no!"

boom--

Concubine Zhao Ling put the bowl on the table vigorously, and refused without thinking.

(End of this chapter)