i have a sword fairy

Chapter 329 What floor is Qingjun on?

Chapter 329 What floor is Qingjun on?

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't expect Zhao Rong to be listening in the back all the time, nor did she expect that the little Taoist friend Tao Yuanran was talking about was her husband.

It's just that at this moment, she has no time to think about it, because... Zhao Rong's actions are too intimate.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was arranging the temples for Concubine Zhao Ling. The two of them were already very close to each other, but he leaned forward slightly, so that they were almost touching.

Concubine Zhao Ling was almost in Zhao Rong's arms. She raised her head, her two autumn eyes turned up slightly, reflecting his calm face and his hand to pick leaves.

All around were stares, as well as the mocking laughter of the old man in the pavilion.

In the next second, Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head, not daring to look at her husband, and even leaned back slightly, trying to stay away from the warm embrace that made her cheeks burn.

"do not move."

Zhao Rong took another small step forward, picking leaves for her and tidying her hair.

His tone was soft, not an order, but Concubine Zhao Ling didn't dare to move anymore, she quickly raised her head, glanced at his expression, then lowered her head again, turning her face away.

The two got closer.

Surrounded by strange eyes.

Like Zhao Rong, Concubine Zhao Ling didn't bother, just like the young couple had secretly agreed before, they lived their lives and cared about other people's business?

She bit her lip, looked down at his shoes and clothes, stretched out her plain hands naturally, and straightened Zhao Rong's clothes at the belt under the eyes of everyone.

Concubine Zhao Ling and a little wife who greeted her husband home, said softly while moving her hands gently: "You, why are you here?"

Zhao Rong ignored some staring stares, and chuckled lightly: "I miss you, so I can't come, well, every time Qing Jun goes to my place, this time, I will also come to check the post."

Concubine Zhao Ling forgot to be shy, and couldn't help but look up at him, her tone a little aggrieved, "Okay, check it out, there are so many men around me, and they are in class together, are you angry?"

Although she said it in such an angry manner, her heart really tasted honey-like sweetness.

Zhao Rong's hands kept moving, he helped the jade hairpin inserted between her black hair, and hooked the cleansing around his fingers naughtily.

He blinked, "Angry, why are you not angry, my husband and I are so angry, tell them not to run after school later."

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her autumn eyes slightly, and quickly bumped her fair forehead against her husband's thick chest, her tone was half fierce and half affectionate, "You, you are not allowed to do stupid things."

Zhao Rong said with a straight face: "No, tell them not to run after school."

Concubine Zhao Ling fearfully said: "Brother Rong'er, don't get me wrong, Qing Jun has never paid any attention to them..."

Zhao Rong shook his head with a serious tone.

"No, this will make them stay even more. Silly lady, they are all your fellow disciples. You can't see them without looking up in Xiaoyao Mansion. No matter what, I have to pay for a meal. It's not good for you to be so introverted and deserted. The basic etiquette of friendship still needs to be maintained.”

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

Zhao Qian'er: "..."

Concubine Zhao Ling squeezed the flesh on his waist with plain hands, and then twisted it.

Looking up again, Qiu Mou caught him a look, "You are the only one who is poor."

Zhao Rong smiled and just took a deep breath.

Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly let go of her hands, and gently rubbed her husband's waist with her soft, boneless hands.

She thought about it, and her temples shook slightly.

"Forget it, Husband, it's better not to treat guests. I really don't know them well. However, I have some friendship with some seniors and sisters in the mansion. If Husband really wants to treat them, I can call them."

Concubine Zhao Ling paused for a moment, then said in a casual tone: "By the way, my husband, that Fairy Liu is also there, and she happened to be calling too."

The movements of Zhao Rong's hands did not stop, and his expression was the same as usual, with a smile written on his face, and he shook his head.

"Your senior sisters and sisters, what can I treat you for? It's not like I haven't seen Nuanxi Yaji before. I don't worry about the relationship between the lady and them. I'm a Confucian scholar, and I still want to treat them in private." To avoid suspicion."

"En." Concubine Zhao Ling nodded lightly, looked at Zhao Rong with her autumn eyes, and said in a casual tone:
"Seniors and sisters, let's talk later. But, what about Fairy Liu, it's not the same thing that my husband has been holding off on drinking her cup of tea. This time, Fairy Liu happens to be there too, so I'll drink it. .”

Zhao Rong was still gently arranging the temples for his wife, but at this moment, his sight didn't shift in the slightest.

The man's intuition told Zhao Rong.

Dangerous!
Even without turning his head, he knew that Qing Jun and Qian'er must be watching his expression carefully at this time.

And the eyes of the two girls are about to become real.

Zhao Rong couldn't feel it.

He even knew very well that this question must be answered within two breaths, and he must give a qualified answer without any hesitation.

Otherwise, even if the reply was only a second late, Zhao Rong would not even think about holding Qingjun's hand and walking out of the gate of the Taiqing Mansion today. As for the matter of tasting the food in his son's cafeteria before going down the mountain, it is even more impossible.

If he doesn't handle it well, maybe even Xiao Qian'er will ignore him.

Concubine Zhao Ling's voice fell, and in less than a breath, Zhao Rong, who had a strong desire to survive and was called a natal supernatural power, had already thought a thousand miles away.

He suddenly frowned, looked down at Concubine Zhao Ling, and said in a puzzled voice:

"Qing Jun, what do you mean I have been procrastinating? That Fairy Li...is she called Fairy Li?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Forget it, whatever her surname is, Qing Jun, I'm not going to drink it anymore, why should I drink that fairy's tea? It's something she gave me tea for no reason at all, how could it be me? Is there a question of whether to drink or not?"

He smiled helplessly and said:

"Qing Jun, I've heard a little bit about this, but I'm not her teacher of Chinese characters. I heard that the word 'Nong' was not filled in by the little girl from Luzhu?"

"Well, maybe I got a little bit of inspiration from me. The little girl Luzhu is either smart or she hit her head by mistake. But what does this later matter have to do with me?"

Zhao Rong categorically threw out a philosophical proposition that transcended the times:

"Could it be that someone was injured during fencing, and the injured still have to go to the swordsmith to trouble him? Uh, what kind of sword is this hitting?"

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and Zhao Qian'er looked at each other.

The little girl showed appreciation, and her little chin nodded to Zhao Rong, who was aggrieved, and signaled to Concubine Zhao Ling, umm, it's so-so.

Zhao Lingfei was noncommittal.

She didn't bring up the topic again as if nothing happened.

Zhao Rong looked at the lady who continued to lower her head to tidy up the corners of his clothes carefully and gently, looked at her face quietly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I secretly said in my heart that it is dangerous!
The key to Qing Jun's question just now is not his attitude of drinking tea or not. If you think it is, then you only saw Qing Jun on the second floor.

Then he stood on the third floor and answered, saying that he would never drink Liu Kongyi's tea.

Well, congratulations, when you look up, you will find that Qing Jun is actually standing on the fourth floor.

The door to your son's cafeteria is completely closed, and you don't even want to eat with your son.

Therefore, in order to grab food with his son, Zhao Rong stood on the fifth floor.

If he only focused on the question of whether to drink tea or not, no matter how resolute the answer was, wouldn't he have tacitly accepted the major premise that he was Liu Kongyi's "one-word teacher" and had a close relationship with her?
Hey, Qingjun, this is a trick.

Between the lines, there are all routines, and I went in without paying attention.

Zhao Rong secretly woke up.

The lady is very virtuous and well-behaved most of the time, but occasionally, for unknown reasons, there will always be a few life-threatening problems.

The key is that Qing Jun still hides these propositions behind the daily sentimentality, making people unclear whether she meant that, whether it was a woman's instinct to think of it suddenly, or if she had a delicate mind and kept it in her heart...

At this moment, Zhao Qian'er next to her saw that Rong'er had only eyes for the young lady, and her expression was unhappy. She tilted her head and leaned over, with the fairy temples on her head slanted to one side, giving her a lovely fairy air.

"Brother Rong, I want it too."

The little girl arched her head, motioning for Zhao Rong to take care of her too.

Zhao Rong laughed, and raised his hand to help her tidy up her temples a little.

While Zhao Rong was whispering to Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er, the other people on the field couldn't sit still.

There was silence in the open space, everyone was looking at the man and two women who had become intimate.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

exist?You young couple are enough, can you stop showing affection, Mr. Tao is still in class.

And it's almost lunch time, can you save some stomach for everyone?

Concubine Zhao Ling also seemed to feel something was wrong, there was something wrong with the current situation of the two of them.

I don't know if it's because I'm shy, or if I feel that the people around me are in the way.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she tugged at the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes with her bare hands.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at the pavilion, Tao Yuanran waited quietly with a kind face, as if waiting for their young couple to finish making out.

She pursed her lips and took a step forward, "Mr. Tao, let you..."

Concubine Zhao Ling paused suddenly, because Zhao Rong had already held her hand, and he stood in front of her like a mountain, and spoke to everyone...

(End of this chapter)

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