i have a sword fairy

Chapter 332 Men's money, isn't it just for women?
Zhao Rong wondered if he had auditory hallucinations.

But no matter, if there is a misunderstanding, at worst Qing Jun will give him a blank stare.

In the next second, Zhao Rong jumped onto the carriage with lightning speed.

With this quick movement and decisive posture, if at this moment, a certain scholar surnamed Lin from Zhongnan Kingdom in the distance was present, he would definitely roll up his sleeves, give a thumbs up, and sigh with a smile.

Brother Zhao is majestic and heroic, and these few times he already has the demeanor of a Kunpeng warrior, even compared with the Emperor Wu who proved the Tao in the body tens of thousands of years ago, he is not much different.

And after Zhao Rong heard the words, he would probably wave his hands modestly, saying what and where, the younger brother must not be as powerful as Mr. Lin who married eighteen times a day and at least eighteen times a night.

The carriage started gradually.

However, although Brother Rong was anxious just before getting into the car, well, this is Zhao Qianer's feeling.

But after getting into the carriage, he seemed to be a different person. He calmed down and sat between her and the young lady, sitting upright, and he was extraordinarily upright along the way.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Qian'er raised her head, looking at Zhao Rong's thin face on the right side with her dark eyes.

Her naturally pitiful peach blossom eyes were bent into crescent moons in the changing light and dark carriage.

Well, the stinky pig's trotters are very big.

……

Although Wutong Street in Duyou East City is not as famous as the streets under Youshan that are well-known throughout the city and lined with aristocratic families and wealthy families.

However, it is also a place where either richness or nobility, and it is not a place where ordinary monks on the mountain can afford to live.

In fact, many mountain monks do not have extra financial resources, and are willing to buy real estate in the bustling monk city.

After all, practice is the top priority of burning money, and many monks on the mountain travel around and have a lot of mobility.

And many monks in the Xianjia sect, the sects they belong to are also established in the blessed land of Xianshan, and there will be special caves arranged.

For example, around Duyou City, there are many immortal sects, not to mention the two largest sects in Beiwangque.

For monks who have the means of the immortal family, traveling to and from the bustling Duyou City is also quick and convenient.

Therefore, ordinary monks would not live in the city unless necessary.

Of course, those with strong financial resources can buy, buy, buy, and live in the city.

On this street with the pleasing and auspicious name of 'Phoenix Indus', there are many mansions with light and luxurious buildings carved with dragons and paintings.

The masters and owners of these mansions.

Let's talk about it in detail.

There are elders in the Daxian family such as Weiweishan and Xinranzong, high-ranking officials in Youlan Mansion, and academy masters who like to live in the city.

There are also nobles from the top ten rich and powerful families in Duyou City who raise their outlaws and illegitimate children here.

Or it was just a big monk who lived alone in a foreign continent, and left the mansion behind after living in it for a few times.Etc., etc.

In addition, the most influential people are the big forces from various places in Wangque Island, all over the world, buying luxury real estate on Wutong Street.

For example, the royal families and nobles of some great dynasties under the mountain, the gentry masters who profoundly influenced the state affairs and government affairs in a country, and the power of the mountain fairy gates covering several countries.

Most of these situations were told by Gu Yiwu to Zhao Rong. In those few days when he was sweeping the ground behind the school, he was really bored.

So Zhao Rong remembered that the lady seemed to have a real estate named 'Qinglianju' on Wutong Street, and asked casually.

The burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes waved a broom that suits his liking with a pair of big hands, and happily talked about some special places in Duyou City and the exquisite streets.

Compared with Fan Yushu, who is a local, who is only familiar with the food, drink, and entertainment in the city, and Miss Lu who is only familiar with the customs and customs of Duyou West City, who has been in the mortal market.

Gu Yiwu is really clear about some things about Duyou East City.

As expected of being one of the seniors of this year's Mochi students, he can subdue the wild-tempered specialty students of Zhengyi Hall.

Zhao Rong wondered if he lived at the corner of Wutong Street, how did he know so much?

The street sweeper on Indus Street?Or is it checking the domicile and household registration for the Youlan Mansion?

At that time, Zhao Rong smiled and asked Gu Yiwu, who had a rough appearance but a meticulous heart.

The latter shook his head, and asked him with a serious face, as a professional son-in-law, if he knew other brothers and sisters like Fairy Zhao, who were extremely talented in cultivation, beautiful in appearance, gentle and considerate, and had a mine and a house at home. Fairy of the Qing Dynasty, the kind who urgently needs a strong man to marry.

Zhao Rongning thought for a while, looked up and down the "strong man" in front of him who was carrying a broom and looked expectant, and shook his head seriously:
"Brother Yiwu's appetite, hey, it's a big taboo for our son-in-law, and the landlord's family doesn't have any surplus food. May I ask which fairy can afford it?"

Gu Yiwu: "..."

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In Duyou City, the lights are just on.

On the north side of the East City, there is a wide avenue, with the gates of the wealthy houses on both sides being closed.

If you stand on the street and look through the whitewashed walls of blue bricks and black tiles, the buildings in these courtyards are brightly lit.

In some mansions, the smell of wine, music, and glare could be faintly heard.

It's just that the sound from the wall was not loud, as if it was blocked by something, making the avenue of Wutong Street relatively quiet.

And near the middle of Wutong Street, there is indeed an exceptionally quiet mansion with not many lights.

Quiet in the night.

This mansion has a mahogany gate with a plaque on the top of the gate named 'Qinglianju'.

At this moment, on the roof of a side room in the inner courtyard of this mansion with four entrances, there are two figures, one tall and one short, sitting side by side on the eaves under the moonlight.

Zhao Qian'er supported her chin with her two small hands, her arms on her knees, her head held high, her big black eyes staring at the bright moon rising from the distant sea without blinking.

At this time, the evening wind blew the ends of her wet hair after bathing.

Zhao Qian'er had already changed out of the light yellow dress she wore when shopping during the day, and was wearing a light pink nightdress.

The light pink nightdress was thin and slim, showing her petite figure, which was extraordinarily well-proportioned and slender.

Thinking about it carefully, although Zhao Rong called her a little girl, she was actually quite old, and her figure was like a willow branch blown in the spring breeze.

At this time, she was sitting on the eaves, with her chin resting on her small hands, and on a slightly tight nightgown, there was a bulging hill somewhere, especially when viewed from the side, it would be particularly conspicuous, and people couldn't help but sigh In a word, the little girl has also grown up.

It's just that the scenery at this time, especially the conspicuous scenery of "seeing all the mountains" from the position of someone on the roof, was not seen by anyone.

Next to Zhao Qian'er, Zhao Rong was also sitting on the eaves. He leaned his upper body back, propped his hands on the ground behind him, closed his eyes slightly, and stared at the distant night scene while blowing the autumn wind.

He didn't turn his head to witness the 'night scene' in the night scene beside him.

Zhao Rong's hair was slightly wet at the temples, tied up casually, and he was wearing a brand-new autumn clothes that had just been washed. It was made by a woman with autumn eyes, bowing her head and twirling her fingers, stitch by stitch.

At a certain moment, the little girl who 'grew up' next to him touched him again with her delicate body after bathing, which was half leaning on his arm.

The seat on the roof is so spacious, but right now the two of them are sitting a bit crowded.

Zhao Rong still didn't respond, but frowned slightly for a moment, and then he recovered as before.

At this time, he sniffed the fragrance of Xiaoqian'er's beautiful hair, exhaled lightly, straightened up, stretched his waist, and looked around at the surrounding courtyard buildings.

This Qinglianju is the property of the Zhao family of Dachu, well, strictly speaking, it belongs to the lady.

As the only seedling of the fourth family of the Zhao family in Dachu, Qingjun is the heir designated by the old matriarch.

She is the future mistress of the Zhao Clan of Great Chu, or, in fact, she already is now.

Whether in name or in reality.

It's just that the lady is cold and quiet, and she is currently practicing in the mansion, not caring about things.

Although the Zhao family of Great Chu is a "land snake" in a big dynasty under Wangquezhou Mountain, they have a big family business.

In addition to this Qinglianju, I heard from Qian'er that there are still some industries in Duyou City.

At the foot of the mountain, there is also Da Chu, the basic plate, who is supplying blood.

Of course, the forces developed on Duyou City's side also feed back on Da Chu's side.

At present, the family business of the Da Chu Zhao family in Duyou City has been thrown by Qing Jun to the housekeeper Zhao Kun to take care of it.

This old butler, like the mother of Li Bai and Zhao Rong, who held a sword all day long, is an old man of the Zhao family's second house in Dachu, and watched him and Qingjun Qian'er grow up.

Zhao Rong got a general understanding of the situation from Qian'er.

It was found that the Zhao family of Dachu was not far behind the Lin family of Lanxi.

Because the latter's base is Zhongnanshan, Wuhuatianbao, and now it has divided up Chongxuguan, which has a thousand-year-old orthodox heritage, and has taken over a medium-sized firm that passes through Wangquezhou——Zhong Xiuzhai, and its power has greatly increased.

So...the lady is a rich woman...our family is also considered a landlord?
After Zhao Rong's rigorous and detailed reasoning, he got such an answer in his heart.

Of course, looking at the big picture, whether it is the Zhao family of Dachu or the Lin family of Lanxi.

In this prosperous and prosperous Duyou City, it is not too conspicuous.

However, Zhao Rong knew that in fact, the most important "wealth" of the Zhao family in Dachu was not the ones mentioned above.

It was the little girl who was secretly squeezing him beside him at this time, and Qingjun who was taking a bath in the boudoir.

Well, Lanxi Lin's is similar.

Zhao Rong had a deep understanding of this point when he returned to Qinglianju with his wife.

Previously, after Concubine Zhao Ling brought him and Qian'er back, the servants followed her all the time, reporting all kinds of banquet invitations sent by the very high-ranking families in Duyou City.

It's just that they were all declined one by one by the lady. The reason for the rejection was that she had something important to do at night.

It's just that before Zhao Rong thought about what the lady said, what was the most important thing this night... Qing Jun went to take a bath without looking back.

Cough cough, of course it wasn't with Zhao Rong, if it was, something must have happened.

On the roof, Zhao Rong sighed softly, looked up at the bright moon, stretched his hand, and spread his five fingers.

He caught the bright moon in the sky from afar.

The deserted moonlight leaked from between the fingers and fell into Zhao Rong's eyes.

Far away in the sky, close in front of your eyes, just like Qingjun.

The lady didn't say a word just now, she went to take a bath and incense, and she didn't say what is important tonight, what is the arrangement, and where is he sleeping...

However, fortunately, there was Zhao Qian'er, a caring little cotton-padded jacket, who directly dragged the uncle and brother-in-law who was not wanted by her miss but wanted by her, to the inner house.

Take clothes for him, boil water, and bathe him.

So, after Zhao Rong washed it carefully, he was pulled up to the roof by Qian'er, who had also finished bathing, to watch the moon.

At this time, after Zhao Rong searched around, he still didn't find the beautiful figure of the lady, and he didn't know if she had finished washing.

In other words, shouldn't he just go to sleep and let him fend for himself?
Alas, it's better to be Qian'er, it would be even better if you don't like to compete with him for a seat.

Zhao Rong secretly nodded in his heart.

The next second, he lifted his butt slightly, moved to the right, quietly 'squeezed' his little girl beside him, and moved out of the way intimately.

"Humph!"

However, unexpectedly, Xiao Qian'er, who was propping her chin up and staring at the moon in the distance, suddenly wrinkled her nose and snorted angrily.

In an instant, she stood up abruptly, hugged her small chest with her slender arms, pouted, and walked to the other side of the roof away from a certain big pig's hooves step by step.

The little girl sat down again, alone, hugging her knees tightly, curling her small body, with her back to Zhao Rong.

For the first time, Zhao Rong looked worriedly at the blue tiles on the roof that had been affected by Chi Yu.

Fortunately, the house of our landlord's house is quite solid, and we didn't cut corners.

Afterwards, he looked at the slender and thin back of the little girl. In the evening wind and under the cold silver light of the moon palace, one couldn't help but feel a sense of bleakness.

Zhao Rong blinked twice.

He looked around, hesitated for a moment, got up and walked over, and sat gently beside her.

Zhao Qian'er's little butt moved aside, away from Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong refused to let her go, and moved his buttocks to follow her.

Zhao Qian'er hid again.

Zhao Rongqi refused to give up and continued to follow.

In the end, the autistic little girl was forced to hide under the eaves, and there was no way to avoid it.

She didn't move anymore, and let him touch her small body, but kept her face away from looking at Zhao Rong.

After Zhao Rong succeeded, he was still not satisfied, and poked his head outside to see the expression on her little face.

"Hmph." Zhao Qian'er twisted her delicate body inward, and continued to throw the back of her head to him, not letting him see.

Uh huh, you used to love me and ignored me, but now I make you unattainable...

Seeing that the little girl was still angry, Zhao Rong blinked.

He thought for a while, leaned against her shoulder, and bumped her lightly again.

Zhao Qian'er was like a kitten whose fur had blown up. She slammed back hard with her thin shoulders.

"Hiss." Zhao Rong inhaled and rubbed his shoulders.

"Hmph." The little girl with her hair casually tied into a ball head hummed twice, like a little hen of Dou Sheng, but followed closely, sniffing.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, because she felt that her nasal voice just now was like a humming pig.

It's just that he didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear of being heard by Xiao Qian'er, and then he would probably bite him with his little tiger teeth.

Zhao Rong reckoned that the little girl should have calmed down a bit, so he leaned his head forward again to see her expression.

This time, Zhao Qian'er didn't hide either, and let him watch.

I saw that the little girl's pink lips were still pursed, her little face was tense, and a few strands of black hair were fluttering in the wind on her cheeks and ears.

Actually, like Qingjun, he also has the cold temperament of rejecting others thousands of miles away when he is silent.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, and then followed Zhao Qian'er's gaze at the moment.

I saw that from the perspective of their roof, a round of bright moon was inlaid in the ink-like night sky on the right side of Youshan Mountain.

At night, the remote mountain is pitch black, with only sporadic lights.

I don't know whether it, also known as Huayi Mountain, has changed into a new flower dress in the night.

While Zhao Rong was watching, he suddenly glanced sideways at the little girl who ignored him.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth was slightly drawn, and his right hand calmly took out a certain 'flashy' gadget that he bought during the day from his left sleeve.

He looked down at the object in his hand, then raised his hand and inserted it between Zhao Qian'er's hair.

This is a flower that is still blooming silently after being separated from the branch.

"Ah! You..."

Zhao Qian'er was suddenly attacked by the villains behind her, her small face was annoyed, and she let out a coquettish cry.

She just got out of the shower and got dirty by him again.

Zhao Qian'er turned her head angrily, wanting to make him look good, at the same time, she raised her hand to grab the 'stuff' in her hair, and was about to throw it away.

Just the next second, after catching a glimpse of the true face of the 'clutter' in her hand, she had a face the size of a slap, her expression was stunned, and she burst out in surprise:

"Hey, this is... Ziyihua!"

Zhao Qian'er looked down at the delicate flowers with changing colors in her hands, her peach blossom eyes widened.

She reached out and touched Zi, the Youshan Ziyi flower that she had been thinking about for a long time. She couldn't help but smile, and said to herself:
"It's really Ziyihua, Rong...Brother Rong."

Zhao Qian'er looked up, her big eyes were piercing.

In the field of vision, Brother Rong was facing her sideways, with a smile on his lips, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

He bumped her shoulder.

(End of this chapter)