i have a sword fairy

Chapter 243 Leisurely My Heart
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With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to scoop it up, and caught the thin piece of cloth before it fell to the ground.

What is this?

Zhao Rong's eyes showed curiosity, he only felt that the piece of cloth was light and thin, and the touch was smooth and silky.

He grasped the cloth tightly with his right hand, and didn't look at it for the first time. Instead, he put the gown on with his left hand first. After freeing his hand, he loosened his fist with his right hand, and spread out this strange piece of cloth, revealing the true face of Mount Lu.

I saw that it was actually a small piece of silk flake, diamond-shaped, the silk surface was smooth and clean, and the color was a rare milky white. There was a slim green lotus embroidered on it, and the green and white intertwined was quite conspicuous.

When Zhao Rong first glanced at it, he was quite puzzled, but when he saw a few thin straps hanging down on both sides of the cloth, he was slightly startled, and then his eyes gradually widened.

The room was silent, Zhao Rong stood alone in front of the table, staring at the "autumn clothes" sent by Qingjun without blinking.

Zhao Rong suddenly sighed and shook his head, "Hey, why is Qing Jun so careless, all these private things are messed up..."

While talking, he turned his head and looked at the empty house, the moonlight outside the window was falling coldly, and occasionally there were a few insect sounds in the courtyard.

"Cough cough."

As soon as Zhao Rong stopped talking, his eyes also stopped on the bright moon outside the window. His complexion gradually became strange. He didn't lower his head, but he used a little force with his three fingers, and finely twirled Concubine Zhao Ling's underclothes.

After a while.

Zhao Rong couldn't help lowering his head to take another peek. He blinked, unfolded his apron again, and took a closer look. Suddenly, his eyes stopped somewhere.

It was a line of elegant small characters, embroidered with colored silk threads.

"Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin."

Zhao Rong muttered to himself, pursing his lips in silence.

He remembered meeting her "for the first time" that day in the Four Seasons Hall of the Fourth Mansion of the Taiqing Dynasty, and he happened to be a student in Qingjin.

The green one is your collar, and the long one is my state of mind.

But for Zhao Rong, this love poem, with the method of "fu", has a deeper meaning, which is clear at a glance.

He couldn't help but see Qingjun's raised brows and eye corners, and his softly squinted long eyes again in his mind.

She smiled like a dimple.

Brother Rong, do you know that since you left, I have been thinking about you all the time these days, and your shadow always appears in front of my eyes.

If you don't see each other for a day, it will be three autumns.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and took a closer look.

This line of characters happened to be located on the upper right side of the apron, and he turned his thoughts. According to Qingjun's slender figure, if he wore this pure white apron embroidered with cool lotus flowers and tied a thin belt on the jade back, then In addition, the cafeteria of their two sons is larger, and the cloth is propped up somewhere... This line of words is exactly on Qingjun's heart.

How is this different from having his name embroidered on it?
Just shyer.

"Walk my heart..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but read it lightly again, and after that, he couldn't help but wondered again.

He misses her too.

During the day, Qingjun asked him how much he liked her.

The best of my life.

Zhao Rong didn't hesitate at that time.

Regardless of whether Qing Jun was watching his Xinhu polygraph test or not, he would have answered like this, because this was the answer, and he had a clear conscience.

Zhao Rong asked himself, Qing Jun or Xiao Xiao, who does he like more.

If it was on the way to Duyou City to find Lord Qing, especially after he and Xiaoxiao had settled down in Yuanyuan for a lifetime, Zhao Rong was still vague and even hesitant.

However, when he was at the foot of the secluded mountain, he chose to run desperately and held Qingjun's hand; He asked for a kiss and offered his first lips.

Zhao Rong felt that he had already asked his true heart.

The two grew up as childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts, to growing old together in the hands of their sons, and their life and death are inseparable.

She is the bright moon above the nine heavens, always in my heart.

That little stupid girl's affection cannot be let down, and Qing Jun's affection is even more unbearable for him.

On the surface, Qing Jun's affection is the deserted moonlight, but in reality it is disguised by the scorching sun!
Just like the embroidered bellyband he is holding in his hand right now, in addition, Zhao Rong has inadvertently felt the Confucian shirt with asymmetrical sleeves, the white Xipa embroidered with fat ducks, etc., and these years He didn't know how much she did silently for him.

For some reason, Zhao Rong suddenly became curious about Qingjun's boudoir, and he didn't know how many affections sent to him were hidden there.

Also because of such ardent affection, after seeing her rushing to please her in a hurry in the morning, he dragged Qing Jun into the grove in a "monkey rush".

Zhao Rong wanted it all, but facing such Qingjun, he was calm on the surface, but felt more and more guilty in his heart, and didn't want to hide it anymore. Even in Zhao Rong's view, the time to confess to her is still immature. The reaction was intense, and chickens and eggs were beaten...

But he was afraid that he would regret it in the next second, so he hurriedly led Qing Jun into the grove, and met her eyes.

Let Qingjun take a look at his heart lake.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't know if she looked at it, and what she saw...

Soon.

A gust of night wind broke into the house, and the soft and elegant fabric in the hand and the delicate thin ribbon hanging down were flying with the wind.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, he went to close the window, and then looked down at the one in his hand, it seemed to be a special autumn coat carefully prepared by the lady for him to keep out the cold at night.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly.

So, from this point of view, Qing Jun shouldn't have accidentally brought it in, right?
Could it be that in her boudoir, Qing Jun stacked her underwear with the clothes knitted for him?

Ahem, this is also an excuse for the lady to grit her teeth in embarrassment when she asks her back.

Zhao Rong thought amusedly, looking forward to the next time he meets Qing Jun, ask her about this, Qing Jun's reaction, presumably her expression should be very exciting, right?
At the same time, Zhao Rong was a little stunned. Qingjun told him not to lose the cloth bag he had given him before leaving in the morning. Cough cough, if this is lost, the blood loss will be small, he guessed Qingjun had to take the dog's life with a sword to vent his anger.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look down at the pure white bellyband of the lotus. Qingjun is not a white lotus who doesn't understand anything, and he thinks so. After all, after wearing a wedding dress once, a lot of "professional knowledge" that night in the bridal chamber should be She was told by experienced women in the duke's mansion.

Thinking of this, he frowned suddenly, and said that with this apron, would the lady...

Zhao Rong stretched out both sides of the apron with both hands, lowered his head quietly, "checked" it, put it aside briefly, and immediately raised his head.

Zhao Rong shook his head and laughed, and at the same time cursed secretly, muttering: "I really have your Zhao Ziyu, try to think about what you have and what you don't have."

He just sniffed it carefully and savored the fragrance.

It is true that there is some jasmine smell unique to Qingjun, and that special virgin fragrance, but there is only a wisp of it, and it is more of a heart-breathing fragrance similar to agarwood.

Thinking about it, according to Qing Jun's temperament, it is not bad to be able to take the initiative to give this special autumn clothes to protect him from the cold when he reads at night, and to pour hot water for him instead of her bare hands when he is uncomfortable. up.

Moreover, it seemed that this carefully selected undergarment was washed again and again, and then scented, so that it was clean, and it was so embarrassing that Huarong felt at ease, and accidentally "misplaced" it in the place.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, aware of the lady's warmth and thoughtfulness, but he still sighed lightly, if Qing Jun was in front of him at this time, Zhao Rong wanted to tell her seriously that there is no need to be so troublesome, whether it is dirty or not It doesn't matter, he can do it, he is not picky.

Cough, in fact, the original taste is second, the most important thing is to feel sorry for Qingjun's hard work, he can actually help wash and add incense, it is not such a difficult thing, so if you don't trust your husband, she is just worrying too much too much……

Zhao Rong squeezed his bellyband and sighed regretfully, while complaining that the lady was too virtuous.

Gradually, he felt that a fire was brewing in his lower abdomen, and his blood was boiling again...

Zhao Rong looked sideways subconsciously, it was early in the morning and late at night, and it was autumn, the house was quiet inside and out, and it was a good time to do things.

His eyes lingered on the pure white lotus bellyband for a while, and he nodded slightly. It was indeed time to do something. He had been waiting for several days, and there was no further delay. It just so happened that Qing Jun took great pains to help... …

In the next second, Zhao Rong clenched his fist, grabbed the lady's bellyband tightly, and walked towards the bed...

After nine breaths.

Zhao Rong turned back from the bed, returned to the open space in the middle of the room, and continued to clench his fists, Qingjun's bellyband had been carefully hidden by him.

With the aid of the vision of the little red snake boiling, probably caused by the bowl of glutinous rice porridge with lotus seeds, and the fire of qi and blood burning in the lower abdomen just now, he can calmly attack the meridians.

The chicken should not be wet, and the wet will never come again.

Qingjun is virtuous, I can't let her efforts go to waste, today my husband, I will break two more extraordinary meridians and eight meridians!

With this in mind, Zhao Rong kept walking and began to pulse.

Riding a dragon backwards, piercing a sword furnace, twisting an elbow, taking a quick step, lazily binding clothes...

The five-style boxing piles in "Backing Shanzhi" go back and forth.

Thanks to countless punches that have been performed tens of thousands of times day and night, now walking the punches has become a subconscious behavior, flowing like clouds and flowing water, so natural that it hardly needs to distract Zhao Rong's mind.

He closed his eyes and looked inside, all his mind was immersed in the meridians in his body, guiding the little red snake to gather strength and hit the next dam.

The eight extraordinary meridians, the next goal is to break the "Yang Qiao Meridian".

After about half a stick of incense, Zhao Rong, who was punching with his eyes closed, frowned slightly.

He was attacking the Yangqiao meridian, but for some reason, he felt a little restless.

It's not the wrong idea to get in touch with Qingjun's close-fitting little clothes. He reads every night, gets up early, and insists on reading and practicing boxing for so long.

As long as it is not the emotion when he is with Qing Jun and Xiao Xiaowen, he can restrain himself under other circumstances. This is also the self-discipline that Zhao Rong cultivated when he was awakened in the late stage of university in his previous life...

So what exactly is affecting the mind?
Or what was it that made him "want my heart"?
　There is also an update for my good brother, in the code...

　　
　
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