i have a sword fairy

Chapter 239 The furthest distance in the world
Concubine Zhao Ling stared into Zhao Rong's eyes with sparkling eyes, speechless in a daze.

His eyes are gentle, his pupils are like lacquer, at this moment it is only her, and there is no one else.

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance from the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Map in North Kunpengzhou to the South Xiaoyaozhou; it is not between death and life; it is not when I stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you.

It is a gap built by an indifferent heart to the person who loves you.

now.

This natural chasm has been crossed.

In the heart lake of Zhao Lingfei's lotus pond, lotus flowers are in full bloom, green plums are singing, and bamboo horses are jubilant.

The living water in his heart lake seems to be pouring from the air, nourishing her dry heart lake, and slowly washing away the accumulated silt...

Concubine Zhao Ling slowly raised the hand that was hanging by her side to hug him, hugging him tightly.

Can't help it.

Zhao Rong also put down the hand holding her face, and hugged Concubine Zhao Ling into his arms.

In the autumn wind, under the warm sun, the two hugged each other, still paying the amount, silently, and there was no need for sound.

Because no words are as powerful as actions.

Their hearts are close to each other, and the heart lake is in front of each other, like a rainbow in a lake, flowing with colorful colors, and some illusory bubbles pop up from time to time, flowing light and shadow appear on the surface, or deduce the interpretation of a special past. fragments of memories, or a face buried deep at the bottom of a lake, or some bizarre fantasies that have never been humane.

This is what they have been thinking about day and night, looking forward to it, and admiring it.

As long as they are willing and have the means, they can see what they want to see.

However, for Zhao Rong, who has no aura cultivation base, and the sword spirit doesn't know whether he is angry or afraid of being discovered and temporarily concealed, at this moment, he can't see anything, he can only feel Qingjun's temperature from his forehead, she clearly Bright autumn eyes, and the jasmine fragrance flowing from the gap between the lips.

It is equivalent to saying that this exposure of the heart lake is only one-sided, and it is Concubine Zhao Ling who can cast her eyes on it.

Zhao Rong quietly stared at the autumn eyes in front of him, never looked at Qingjun so carefully like now.

Her long eyes are so beautiful.

And now.

There are his eyes in her eyes.

There are her eyes in his eyes.

Overlapping and overlapping, they are all each other, but they do not distinguish between each other.

Regarding whether Qing Jun has supernatural powers and secret methods that can capture his thoughts in the lake of mind, it is very clear.

Zhao Rong didn't know.

After all, the possibility is unlikely, but Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly took the initiative to look at it, so there is no small possibility that there is some kind of special method.

In fact, Zhao Rong didn't want to know the details, he just wanted to show this fool a look.

I want to give this, I am arrogant and cold in front of outsiders, but I am always clumsy and weak in front of him, it seems that I have mustered up the courage to drive my husband once, and I am about to succeed, turning myself into a "master", but in the end I am stupid The idiot who rushed to bow his head to give in, but was completely defeated in the end, took a look at her husband's heart.

Except for a bubbling stupid little boy who is even more stupid than Qing Jun, Zhao Rong has no reluctance to let her know, and deliberately conceal Qing Jun:
A cheap sword spirit who seems to be useless except for his arrogant and poisonous tongue to relieve boredom in his spare time, only yin and yang, and pretending to be aggressive.

A great dream on their wedding night—and this strange dream had been mentioned to her.

Promise to an old friend's promise, um, it can also be said that he is doing "express delivery business" as a side job except Confucian scholars.

She wanted to catch a round of bright moon from the bottom of Ting Ni's Zijin Furnace and put it on the lake of her heart as a surprise.

Curiosity about the contention of a hundred schools of thought in Tunanzhou, and the desire to go back to South Xiaoyaozhou to find his father's whereabouts.

A little bit of envy for "dog" Lin Wenruo's eighteen concubines.

More recently, there are two more.

One is that the weather has been cold and irritable recently, and drinking honey water can no longer quench my thirst and keep me warm. I would like to ask Qing Jun about the needlework girl who weaves autumn clothes. Can she measure it with bare hands and weave a suitable size? Warm autumn clothes.

Another thing is to make Yu Huaijin, a boring guy with a stern face all day long, like everyone owes her 100 yuan of spirit stones, to draw the word "positive" under his pointer.

Other than that.

It's just a whole body of righteousness.

Full of warp and weft.

The poetic spirit that is about to burst his chest.

Excuse me, what is there to hide?
Especially the last few, but also look at Xinhu?Isn't that obvious.

The first few are all "secrets" that Qingjun will open up if he asks.

And the few thoughts in the middle are what Zhao Rong wants to let Qing Jun know now, so that he won't have to open his mouth.

As for whether Qing Jun will see a certain little fox demon in the heart lake...

Zhao Rong exhaled lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Concubine Zhao Ling who was dazed against his forehead.

The latter was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhao Rong hugged the "Warm Fragrance Nephrite" in his arms, and I don't know how long it has passed.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke suddenly.

"Fool, do you see clearly, do I have that... Liu Kongyi in my heart?"

Zhao Rong's voice was sandy, and his tone was smiling.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were clear and crystal clear, she was still staring straight into his eyes.

I don't know if I am attracted by the dark eyes of the only person in my heart, and I am addicted to it, or... my mind is already in the heart of my sweetheart, looking at my sweetheart.

"Various vinegar jar." Zhao Rong leaned forward slightly, and the tip of his nose pressed against her red nose affectionately.

Concubine Zhao Ling brushed her eyelashes, blinked her eyes, sniffed, and did not answer Zhao Rong's question.

The distance between the two is extremely close, and every time they breathe out, they blow each other's lips.

In the air, there are only the sound of the two breathing, one after another.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly said: "Brother Ronger."

She has a delicate nasal voice.

"Ah."

Concubine Zhao Ling was quiet for a moment, then called again: "Brother Ronger."

Zhao Rong tightened her grip, "Yes."

Concubine Zhao Ling sniffled and said, "Do you like me?"

"Zhong Yi." Zhao Rong didn't hesitate.

"Yes, how much do you like it?"

He thought about it seriously.

"The best of my life."

After the words fell, in an instant, Zhao Rong was hugged tightly by two slender jade hands.

The foreheads of the two who were touching were separated, and the tip of their noses rubbed together, and Concubine Zhao Ling threw herself into his arms.

Zhao Rong felt that Qing Jun was about to fall into his body, the black jade she hid between the nephrites hurt him so much.

Zhao Rong couldn't see her expression, but he clearly felt that Qing Jun's tender body was trembling, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but she was exuding a hot temperature.

It seemed to melt him.

Zhao Rong also hugged Qing Jun tightly, he closed his eyes slightly, rested his chin on her fragrant shoulder, looked at the dilapidated courtyard behind her, and said slowly and softly: "What's wrong, Qing Jun."

"It's okay." Concubine Zhao Ling said with a smile, a drop of refracted pearl slipped from the corner of her eye, "Brother Rong, you, you are so kind."

Zhao Rong did not speak.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and looked at the empty yard, "Brother Rong Er, do you hate me?"

"Yes." Zhao Rong said without hesitation, and immediately he walked away and felt the delicate body in his arms trembling again.

(End of this chapter)