i have a sword fairy

Chapter 333 Watching the Moon, Flowers, Green Plums

Qinglianju, the roof of a wing room in the inner courtyard.

under the moon.

"Like it?"

Zhao Rong looked down at Zhao Qian'er with a gentle voice.

I saw the little girl who was puffed up before, with her little head lowered, her pink lips slightly parted, staring blankly at the purple flower in her palm.

The corners of her eyes were bent down, her eyelashes were lightly fanned, and she stretched out a finger, gently stroking the delicate petals with her fingertips, caring for them carefully.

At this moment, hearing Zhao Rong's question with a smile, Zhao Qian'er nodded happily, "Yes, I like it."

Her soft voice paused, she quickly raised her head to look into his bright eyes, then quickly lowered her little head, repeating the sentence in a weak voice that seemed to be nothing.

"Very... like it very much."

Zhao Rong nodded reassuringly, and said with a smile, "That's good."

You sent it, I...I like it all, I like it very much.

Zhao Qian'er, who bowed her head to admire the flowers, said a word in her heart.

"Hey, are you not angry?"

Zhao Qian'er came back to her senses, curled her lips, said without looking at him: "Well, I will forgive you this time."

"........."

Zhao Rong glanced at her. In fact, he hasn't fully understood until now. Why is this girl so angry, um, she likes to sit crowded so much?
Qing Jun was right in scolding, she was indeed a naughty girl.

Of course, Zhao Rong would not say these words.

At this moment, he nodded slightly.

Only then did Zhao Qian'er become lively again.

She turned her back, leaned on Zhao Rong's left shoulder, and held up the purple flower with her small hand, her pink lips pouting softly, blowing the fragrant wind, "Huhu~"

The little girl leaned against Zhao Rong, looked at the purple flower under the moonlight, and blew on the petals happily.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help feeling better.

Zhao Qian'er asked curiously: "Brother Rong'er, how do you know that I like purple flowers? Miss told you?"

Zhao Rong smiled without saying a word, squinting at the dark and secluded mountain in the distance.

At this time, the night was getting darker, and a round of jade plates hung in the middle of the sky, spreading the silver light to the world. On the top of the remote mountain under the moon, the outline of a ten thousand year old platform was faintly visible.

If the legend circulating among the wells in that Duyou city is true, King Guyou once went up to the lonely platform alone under the moon to look at the palace of the Great Emperor in his hometown of Zhongzhou.

Then I don’t know if those palaces that were expected to stand forever in the distant Central Continent are still there?
In the long river of time in the Xuanhuang Realm, it gradually collapsed, with ruins and ruins.

Leaving alone a solitary Wangque tower facing each other across the sea, at the end of the world, alone under the moon.

However, for Zhao Rong, these ancient and heavy origins and histories have nothing to do with him, and the flowing water of time has not carved any traces and wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

About this secluded mountain that seems to be buried with countless secrets and covered with historical dust.

Apart from the legend that Zhao Rong only heard this morning, the only deep memory Zhao Rong had was the accident that happened that afternoon after he met the Qingjun dressed in white at the foot of the Youshan Mountain when he had just arrived in Duyou City after traveling all the way. .

I still remember that at that time, he saw Jiang Chebai handing a purple flower to Qingjun in the mirror flower and water moon in the inn at the foot of the mountain.

And since the lady already had a purple flower, she took it after a moment of hesitation.

At that time, Zhao Rong emptied all the tea on the table without letting go of the tea leaves.

Of course, after the misunderstanding was resolved, he also deeply reflected on himself.

At the same time, after calming down, Zhao Rong quickly figured out why Qing Jun, who seemed to dislike flowers and plants, wanted to take the extra purple flower.

Zhao Rong remembered that little Qian'er liked to play with flowers and plants since she was a child, and at the grand ceremony on Youshan, Qian'er went out for a trial and did not return.

Therefore, it is self-evident why Qingjun took over the purple flower when he regarded Jiang Chebai as an ordinary brother of the same school.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong never mentioned this matter in front of Qing Jun.

He was afraid that her panicky thoughts would misunderstand his thoughts, or that she would recall the shadowy experience that day.

However, Zhao Rong silently remembered the fact that Qian'er liked Ziyihua.

Fortunately, these rare items in the past, because of the grand ceremony held in Youshan that day, many of them were released on the market.

After seeing him in Sheng Wanbao in the morning, he became a big dog in silence.

At this moment, on the eaves, seeing that Zhao Rong didn't answer, Zhao Qian'er started chattering again.

She turned her head and glanced at Zhao Rong, "Hmph, everyone knows how to send flowers, Brother Rong is getting better at coaxing girls, and I don't know where I learned it..."

How dare Zhao Rong answer the question.

Although the little girl said so in her mouth, the arc of the corner of her mouth could not be let go.

"Hooho~ Brother Ronger, brother Ronger, the purple flower changes into a different color every day. I wear this little flower, how about changing into a new dress of the same color every day?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, good guy, everyone has been ruined by you.

"Brother Rong, you have a conscience. Qian'er didn't serve you in vain. Unlike Miss, she would forget about bullying me. The last time Senior Sister Lu held a grand ceremony in Youshan, I happened to be away. She didn't know what to do when she went. I will bring an extra purple flower."

Zhao Rong's expression moved slightly, and he asked, "Qing Jun...didn't bring the purple flower back?"

Zhao Qian'er lowered her head to play with the flowers, without thinking too much, she said casually:

"I did bring one back, but Miss Bai asked her to help fetch this purple flower before she went to Youshan. He must have forgotten me and didn't fetch one for me."

Zhao Rong remained silent, looking up at Mingyue.

It turned out that the purple flower she took was thrown away later, but she never mentioned it to him, this silly lady, um, he didn't swallow the tea in vain...

Someone's heart is warm.

Sometimes when two people are together, the most heart-warming thing is not the intimacy of everyday couples, but the accidental discovery of the little things that the other party has done silently.

Behind these little things, there are three words written all over them.

care about you.

Zhao Rong touched the Sumeru in his sleeve, and let go of his hand again.

No wine.

Well, I can't drink it with [-]% now, because there is a little girl next to him who hates drinking.

Until now, Zhao Rong can hear Xiao Qian'er complaining from time to time about Uncle Bai who gave him a drink on the wedding night...

Just when Zhao Rong was laughing.

Zhao Qian'er glanced back, then turned around.

Her petite body shrank, squatting in front of Zhao Rong.

The latter was sitting on the eaves, and they were about the same height.

Zhao Qian'er, who was squatting, propped her chin with her left hand, pinched Xiaohua with her right hand, and stretched forward in front of Zhao Rong.

She tilted her head, the corners of her eyes curved, and gave him a look.

Zhao Rong took the Ziyihua and looked at Xiaoqian'er's buns, which were casually tied up at the temples.

He aimed at a suitable place and put the little flower into her hair.

Zhao Qian'er nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly said, "Don't move."

Zhao Rong was startled slightly.

At one end of the roof, the two looked at each other for a moment.

Zhao Qian'er withdrew her little hand supporting her chin, and her little head suddenly tilted forward.

As a result, a small face reflected in Zhao Rong's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and came towards him with a pleasant fragrance.

He subconsciously prepared to retreat, but Xiao Qian'er wrinkled his nose, so Zhao Rong gave up, but said: "Ahem, what are you doing?"

"Look in the mirror, see if you plugged it in~"

Zhao Qian'er spoke confidently.

Her big peach blossom eyes stared into Zhao Rong's eyes.

The eyes of the two mirror each other's faces that are close at hand.

The breath of both sides lingered at the tip of the other's nose.

Zhao Rong's heart fluttered slightly.

"Don't move, I'll take another look, um, brother Ronger, where are you looking? Don't look down, don't move your eyes, look at the little flowers on my hair..."

Zhao Qian'er commanded that her small body seemed a little unstable, and she didn't shy away from it. She simply opened her two small hands to support Zhao Rong's chest, and her small face moved closer to Zhao Rong's.

Zhao Rong was in a dilemma, so he had to gradually lean back.

It's just that Xiao Qian'er used his eyes as a vanity mirror, and the delicate body supported on him also leaned forward as Zhao Rong's body leaned back.

Ever since, such a scene appeared in the corner of the roof, which was not very big at the moment.

Zhao Rong leaned back, supporting the blue tiles behind with both hands, gradually laying back and flattening, while Xiao Qian'er 'pressed' on Zhao Rong's body, her small chest seemed to be sticking to it.

Zhao Qian'er looked like pushing Zhao Rong down.

Male and female superior...

Zhao Rong felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell where it was.

Zhao Qian'er stared into his eyes, and suddenly her pink lips blew a breath of fragrance, exhaling like blue.

Zhao Rong felt the tip of his nose itch slightly, and what was even more itchy was the chest supported by her little hands, because the little girl's slender fingers kept pressing quietly...

"Brother Rong..."

At this moment, Xiaoqian'er's soft and soft voice is mixed with a lovely nasal sound, soft and waxy.

It's so pleasing to the ear, it makes people... want to swallow it.

"...Little... Is little Qian'er good-looking?"

The evening wind, which was still noisy a second ago, seemed to be softening.

Zhao Rong felt that the air was quiet at this moment.

The 'good-looking' she asked, is that 'good-looking'?

Zhao Qian'er's eyes were shining brightly, waiting for someone's answer. At the same time, whether it was intentional or not, her delicate chin was raised slightly, and her slightly pouty pink lips were getting closer to a certain mouth that she was expecting a suitable answer.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and fell silent.

Looking at the little girl who looks like a juicy cabbage.

The next second, he nodded directly: "Of course it looks good. Whoever wears this purple flower looks good, and Qian'er also looks good in it, but the person who wears it the best, needless to say, must be my wife."

Zhao Rong nodded, with a serious tone, "I bought two purple flowers, and I will let Qingjun wear them later. Hey, why haven't you finished washing them yet?"

When he said this, he looked back decisively.

Well, Qingjun really stood behind him not far away, and stopped quietly.

She seemed to be waiting for Zhao Rong and Qian'er, who were in strange positions at the moment, to end their interaction.

"Qingjun."

Zhao Rong knew it in one sentence, but there was a slightly surprised expression on his face, "Lady!"

He turned his head and said helplessly to the little Qian'er who opened his mouth slightly, "Shut up, Qian'er, the mirror has seen enough, hurry down."

It was the first time for the little girl Xia Fei to do this provocative thing, but she was still not reconciled, she still wanted to make trouble.

In an instant, Zhao Rong moved.

He got up quickly, and at the same time, hugged Zhao Qian'er who was pressing on him, ending the awkward position just now.

Zhao Rong left Xiaoqian'er, who had some sad eyes, turned around and ran to Concubine Zhao Ling.

I saw the lady wearing a lotus blue elegant chest-length skirt after taking a bath. At this moment, in the evening wind on the roof, the belt of the dress fluttered.

The cold moonlight fell on her equally cold and beautiful face, which seemed to be more than dusty.

It's just that this tearful woman who was supposed to be like a fairy in the moon palace, Chang'e, with a pretty face and a voiceless voice, made her fall into the world of mortals.

"Brother Rong'er, did I disturb you and Qian'er? Or, I'll go down first."

Concubine Zhao Ling went up to the roof, for a certain person, and only because she only showed it to a certain person at night, she deliberately didn't have a woman's hair on the sideburns, but had long hair reaching her waist, and her skirt fluttered.

At this moment, she, who was also washing herself fragrantly for someone, lifted her black hair and put them behind her ears, and turned around to leave without waiting for Zhao Rong's answer.

Zhao Rong was not willing to let the lady leave, he stretched out his hand to pull her hand, and pulled her body back.

He took a step forward, hugged the silly lady into his arms, raised his hand, and inserted another purple flower into her ear.

Zhao Rong put his arms around Qing Jun, buried her pretty face in his chest on the left shoulder, and shook her lightly, "Little vinegar jar, don't leave."

He paused and repeated, "Don't go."

Zhao Rong didn't have any extra explanations, his left hand clasped ten fingers with Concubine Zhao Ling.

At this time, Zhao Qian'er also bit her lip, and walked up, grabbed her young lady's other plain hand with her small hand, and hugged her in her arms.

She pursed her mouth and said:
"Stingy ghost...forgot that we made an appointment when we were young, and the three of us will be together forever? Well, I can't even tease Brother Rong, that's fine, that's fine, I won't tease him in the future, don't be jealous."

You are called teasing?
The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who buried her face sideways in Zhao Rong's chest, raised her head, stared at little Qian'er, and couldn't help arguing: "I... I'm not jealous, I just told the truth. I'm bothering you, so I'll tell you the truth." I said……"

Zhao Qian'er glanced at her, disbelief written all over her face.

"Young girl, beg for a beating."

Concubine Zhao Ling raised the plain hand held by Zhao Rong, and the two of them went to knock the little girl's head together.

Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun in his arms and laughed.

All of a sudden, the childhood playmates of the three childhood sweethearts were playing together under the moon again.

Soon.

The three of them sat back on the eaves again, enjoying the evening breeze together, watching the moon and talking...

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