i have a sword fairy

Chapter 299 Brother Rong Er, I Want To

"Brother Rong, I also want to come to the east to wear Ziqi, which the young lady wears."

"only one."

"Brother Rong, I also want Aunt Liu's hairpin, which the lady wears on her head."

"Only one."

"Brother Rong, I want your hand too, Miss was rubbed."

Zhao Rong, who was busy with his head down, said casually: "There is only one..."

In the middle of speaking, his words faltered, and his movements of both hands also paused.

Qian'er, who had been peeking at it for a long time and was fed by something, couldn't bear it anymore, and got angry, "You lied! Big pig's trotter, why did you wash the inkstone in the hands of the young lady?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

At this time, it was still a lakeside in the Mochi Academy.

Zhao Rong was taking Concubine Zhao Ling and Qian'er, squatting on the grass by the lake, reaching into the cold lake water to clean the inkstones.

The pitch-black ink dyed this small piece of lake water black, but it also faded away with the splashes and waves.

Originally, Zhao Rong rolled up his gown and squatted in the middle, while Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er hugged their knees and squatted on his left and right sides.

The three of them washed their respective inkstones.

It's just that someone was washing the inkstone, and the hand washing the inkstone became restless. Instead of staying in his own place, he waded across the ink-colored lake, and his movements naturally slipped to the side.

He first held Concubine Zhao Ling's white hands stained with ink, feeling a little cold.

Then he rubbed it, kneaded it, and pinched it lovingly.

In the end, I simply washed up with her.

The two held four hands, rolled up their sleeves, and cleaned an inkstone together.

It just seems that two people are doing the same thing, and they will be in a hurry.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling were not so much washing the inkstone as they were 'washing their hands'. After a while, the four clumsy hands became entangled again.

I can't wash one in half a day.

Little Qian'er, who was originally shaking her little head and working hard, found this scene out of the corner of her eye, and her little face suddenly brightened.

The little girl gritted her silver teeth, not happy anymore.

So she yelled loudly, fighting for the legitimate rights and interests of "the same childhood sweetheart of the man and woman in front of me".

I also want!
It's just that Zhao Rong lowered his head and concentrated on washing the ink... No, it was his perfunctory attitude when washing the lady's hands, which made Qian'er very angry.

At this time, I saw Brother Rong was silent.

She pouted.

"Miss, Brother Rong, it's not fair!"

The little girl's protest echoed by the quiet lakeside.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was squatting with bent legs, lightly buried her head in her knees, shyly shrinking her hands back, but she couldn't escape smoothly.

It makes someone feel as soft as a boneless catkin, and is still tightly held by the husband who likes to play tricks by his side.

Zhao Rong blinked, as if nothing happened.

Qian'er saw Miss and Rong'er, they were still squatting close to each other, bowed their heads and continued to 'wash their hands', and didn't even reply, pretending not to hear.

She pouted, "Miss!"

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head between her knees, lowered her face again, and couldn't see her expression clearly, but her fair neck was like the sea of ​​clouds in the nine sky at dawn, filled with the warm morning sun, and a faint blush appeared.

She pinched her husband who was pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Zhao Rong glanced at Qingjun's shy look, and smiled slightly.

My wife is good everywhere, but she is a little too reluctant.

And the two of them have already held, hugged, hugged, rubbed, and squeezed... many times, but she is still often shy and embarrassed, and prone to reactions.

When they hold hands and go shopping, Qing Jun will quietly blush.

As shy as holding hands for the first time.

This is true in private, let alone in front of Qian'er now.

Maybe it's because of the lady's conservative nature, she's used to being cold and arrogant in front of people on weekdays, as if she refuses to be thousands of miles away?

Or is it because...she is naturally sensitive?

Hiss, Zhao Rong hadn't paid much attention to this before, thinking that Qing Jun was only like this because he was still a virgin of Yu Jie.

But now they are considered old couples, she is still so shy...

Just as Zhao Rong was about to continue thinking about what was wrong, he suddenly felt the plain hand in his hand, pulling him again.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and glanced at the lady.

He coughed twice.

Anyway, there was a big light bulb watching right now.

Although he is a close person, this kind of "current crime" is really exciting, even when he was on the way back to the Zhixingtang.

now.

The atmosphere among the three people washing ink by the ink pond lake was a bit awkward.

How could Zhao Rong not understand what the lady meant, he looked up at a certain little girl.

It was found that Qian'er had gone on strike and was squatting aside alone.

She hugged her knees with her hands, and her petite and exquisite body appeared even thinner, which made her figure at this moment feel a little lonely, unloved, and wanted by no one.

The little girl was biting her pink lips, her slender shoulders trembled, following the violent ups and downs of her small breasts at this moment.

Qian'er's already big peach blossom eyes widened, staring at the pair of 'dogs and men' who were close together.

It's a little fierce and fierce in the midst of grief.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, and wanted to reach out and touch her little head, and said 'cute' with a smile.

It's just that he had no doubt that Qian'er would definitely bite him, so he gave up.

Zhao Rong's tone was serious: "Youdao is a combination of men and women, and work is not tiring."

creak creak-

He paused, leaned back, glanced at the little girl who was grinding her teeth, blinked and continued to explain:
"And it's said in the book that sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood. Well, so is sharpening your hands."

Zhao Rong grabbed Qingjun's four slender onion fingers and raised her hand as a gesture.

Qian'er: "..."

She was stunned, stopped grinding her teeth, thought for a while, nodded in agreement and said:

"Men and women match, the two of you are not tired, but have you worked? One ink station has been washed for a long time, and all hands have been washed. The four hands are not as fast as mine, so what are you talking about?" A knife does not miss a woodcutter..."

Qian'er sniffed: "Brother Rong'er, the big liar, if you continue to wash like this, you'll have to wash until the afternoon, and you won't even think about going to the bass fish feast of that academy gentleman."

Zhao Rong had no choice but to say, "Okay, then what do you say?"

Qian'er tilted her head and thought about it.

She looked at her little hand that was covered in ink, and then at the young lady's plain hand that was 'grinded' clean by someone.

The little girl timidly said: "I want to grind too, woo woo woo, and Qian'er too."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

In the end, of course Zhao Rong didn't give this little girl a hard time.

They all said that they were going to attend Mr. Yan's perch feast at noon, so there was no time to delay.

Moreover, Zhao Rong also let go of Qingjun's hand, but the two were still leaning sideways.

Her purple clothes were next to his green shirt, and their temperature was the same as each other's figure, they both lingered in each other's heart and warmed each other.

Later, a certain little girl who worked as a light bulb also moved around, sticking to the other side of Zhao Rong's body.

The three of them washed the inkstone quietly.

Huddled together quietly looking at the reflection of companions beside you in the pale black water.

Quietly feel the breath of the companion beside him.

a moment.

Zhao Rong, who was busy with his head down, couldn't help but look up again, looking at her quietly.

But bumped into a pair of Qiushui's long eyes who were also staring quietly.

It turned out that the sweetheart was also looking at him in his heart.

Qingjun smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong smiled like a spring breeze.

then……

"Me too." A little girl's voice came weakly.

"Puchi." Qing Jun laughed again.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

Qian'er pursed her mouth, and bumped into the big pig's hoof next to her with her small body.

Zhao Rong was startled, looked at Qingjun who buried his head and started to laugh again.

He leaned over and bumped into her too.

Qingjun let out a soft sound and bit his lip.

She looked down at the jet black ink on her fingers.

The woman narrowed her autumn eyes, smiling happily, and in the next second, suddenly reached out and wiped the face of the man beside her.

A certain little girl also cleverly raised her ink-stained hand and followed.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at the mirror-like water surface, with painted faces on both sides.

He blinked, dipping his fingers in ink.

Just looking up again, the sneak attacking Qing Jun and Qian'er had already disappeared...

……

Zhao Rong, Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhao Qian'er.

The three childhood sweethearts meet again, just like when they were children.

It's no longer the corner, but it's already formed.

……

After the three of Zhao Rong finished washing the inkstones in the ink pool, they first went back to Dongli Xiaozhu together to pack some things.

Except for some daily necessities that Concubine Zhao Ling bought for him, which needed to be put away.

Zhao Rong also had to return a 'special autumn coat' under the supervision of a certain big light bulb.

With a stern face, Qian'er put away the young lady's 'little clothes' that someone handed over neatly.

She glanced at the two people in front of her.

Both Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling turned their faces away, their expressions a little embarrassed.

Qian'er suddenly whispered to Zhao Rong and said:
"Brother Rong, I'm not meddling. It's been a long time since you put this in your place. You guys are so messy... I have to take it back and clean it up...you play with the lady... just play, but Pay attention to hygiene..."

The little girl's voice was almost inaudible afterward.

Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly turned her back on her back, Lianbu hurriedly escaped from the north room, and said, "Brother Rong's bed should be dried, I'll take it back."

Zhao Rong glanced at the midday sun outside.

He turned around and looked at Xiao Qian'er who seemed to know everything with a blank expression that made him wonder.

If I say that I'm just... forget it, don't say it, you won't believe it.

Believe it, it is also based on doubting whether Brother Ronger and I have any strange problems.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Then, the three of them packed up.

Zhao Rong introduced Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu, two good friends, to Qingjun and Qian'er.

The four smiled and said a few words, and got to know each other for a while.

There was nothing else to do afterwards, Zhao Rong was dressed in a green shirt, carrying fine wine, and took the lady in purple who lifted the food box, and Qian'er, who was about to squeeze in between the two, went to Mr. Yan's perch feast together.

According to what the elder brother said before, the banquet was held at Lanzhoudu.

It happened to be the place where Zhao Rong had a class last time, so he was quite familiar with it.

After about a stick of incense.

The three of them passed the canyon where the lecture hall was located, which was the only way to the riverside.

As soon as the group of people stepped out of the canyon, the sound of the waves of the big river in the distance rushed towards them.

Zhao Rong kept walking, ready to take Qingjun and Qian'er directly past.

Just suddenly, he noticed that Qingjun's steps beside him seemed to have paused slightly.

Turning her head to look, she found that she was looking back, staring in the direction of Guting Gujing just passing by.

"Qing Jun, what's the matter?"

Zhao Rong stopped and looked at Zhengguan Well, whose well water made him dream of it.

He suddenly said: "That ancient pavilion is called the Jingjing Pavilion. Mr. Academy likes to pass the scriptures and righteousness here, and the ancient well inside is well-known..."

Zhao Rong watched Qing Jun's face and repeated what he knew.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head slowly, and listened for a while with a pretty face.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head: "It's okay."

Zhao Rong said seriously, "Is it really all right?"

Concubine Zhao Ling thought about it again, nodded slightly, took her husband's arm, and snuggled up to him.

Zhao Rong nodded, smiled, and stopped asking.

The group of three resumed their journey.

Concubine Zhao Ling straightened her waist, gently pulled her husband, looked at Li Du who was passing by in the distance, her autumn eyes slightly closed.

She was silent, suppressing the sword energy in her body that had been calm for a long time but suddenly produced strange waves.

…………

Lanzhou Ferry.

Maple forest, wooden case, fine wine.

Confucian scholars, classics, delicacies.

A bass feast is underway.

When Zhao Rong arrived with his wife and Qian'er, everyone else had already arrived.

There were not many people in the banquet this time, only a dozen or so people, it was considered as a private gathering between Mr. Yan and his disciples.

The reason for the event, according to the big brother, is that Mr. Yan missed the water shield soup and sea bass in his hometown because of the autumn wind.

The only outsiders at the banquet were Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er.

Zhao Rong smiled and introduced Xia Qingjun and Qian'er to Mr. Yan and the senior brothers and sisters.

In the eyes of these academicians at the banquet.

The lady and her personal servant girl are both sword cultivators who are not yet full of Haoran Realm, and they are both geniuses of the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion.

The former is an evildoer who is about to reach the Tianzhi Realm and is well-known in the Taiqing Mansion.

Such a shocking blessing, if people don't know it, they may think that this junior brother is the direct heir of a wealthy family.

Everyone at the banquet secretly took a breath and looked at it.

His eyes turned back and forth on the three of Zhao Rong, especially Concubine Zhao Ling, who was holding Zhao Rong's arm tightly. She was well-known for a long time, and she was dressed in a mysterious purple dress, which was very eye-catching.

Many men raised their wine glasses and drank a few more silently.

Appreciate the beauties, taste the wine, and taste the food.

It's all set today.

All Confucian scholars smiled happily.

Before, most of them, except for senior brother Li Jinshu and others, had only heard about this matter, but now they saw it with their own eyes, a real person came here.

Alas, this Zhao Ziyu, junior brother Zhao, is really blessed.

All the academicians at the banquet knew the origin of Zhao Rong, a junior.

It's just that he kept silent about his status as a son-in-law, and didn't spread it in the academy.

Because the master has seriously warned them.

And no fool would do such an offending thing.

Zhao Rong is loved by Mr. Yan, and his disciples all see it.

This little junior is very likely to be a real fellow with them in the future, maybe there is a little hope for hitting the position of the seed of reading...

During the banquet, Zhao Rong sat at the nearest to Mr. Yan's right hand.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er were on the side, pouring fine wine for Zhao Rong and Mr. Yan, showing courtesy, gentleness and generosity.

Yan Jidao was very satisfied.

He was still a little worried before, Zhao Rong's wife, as the proud daughter of the Taiqing Mansion, and the kind of sharp-edged and domineering 'genius' of the Sword Cultivator Society, made Zhao Rong's husband depressed.

Now it seems……

Yan Jidao laughed and shook his head, he was a little envious of the way the young couple raised their eyebrows and harped in harmony.

After that, everyone got along well.

At the banquet, pushing cups and changing cups, talking and talking, it was fun.

During the dinner, Mr. Yan often asked Zhao Rong beside him about his recent situation in the school, and supervised his academic progress, as well as the status of studying the Thirteen Confucian Classics.

The old man, who was far away from his hometown, nodded in satisfaction from time to time, and raised his glass to invite him to drink.

About half an hour later.

The party broke up.

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(End of this chapter)