i have a sword fairy

Chapter 336 What's wrong with Brother Rong'er?
Many years later, facing the mysterious bird of destiny that appeared in front of him, Zhao Qingyi would think of the quiet night of the lonely city where he and his two childhood sweethearts, who were like close relatives, sat side by side on the roof eating grapes and admiring the moon. The "Saint Thief" theory carried by the distant autumn wind.

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At this moment, on Wutong Street, Qinglian lives on the eaves of the back house.

In the autumn wind, Zhao Rong's slightly puffed cheeks stopped, and within three breaths, he moved his cheeks again and began to chew, but this time his movements were very slow.

Because the scene in front of him at this moment dazzled him, making it difficult to move his eyes.

What caught my eyes was a young gentleman who seemed different.

There is no star in the sky tonight, a full moon that hangs alone for nine days and has been lonely for thousands of years, like a huge silver wheel, inlaid in the night three feet above her head.

under the moon.

Qingjun is shrouded in the moonlight, and three thousand blue silks are draped like waterfalls, flowing to the left in the evening wind.

Strands of slanted hair lightly brushed her cheeks, covered her tear moles, and pulled out the long eyelashes on her autumn eyes.

It's just that it can't cover up, at this moment, Qingjun's bright and dazzling, narrow and unblinking autumn eyes.

The soul-stirring eyes, which seemed deep and clear, passed through the gap between the blue hairs brushing her cheeks, and condensed on Zhao Rong's face.

He met his slightly dazed eyes.

All her eyes were on him.

Between Qingjun's hair and temples, the purple flower that Zhao Rong had just given her was inserted obliquely, as if blooming on the dark temples.

The edge of the petals of Ziyihua stagnates with brilliance, outlines its outline in the darkness, and overflows with some star-like brilliance, like fireflies, in the night between Qingjun and the bright moon, like bubbles swirling up in the deep sea.

From the angle of Zhao Rong's gaze at this time, the brilliance of the rising stars connected her and Mingyue.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qing Jun's hair, autumn eyes, cheeks, and red lips are filled with soft silver light, which made his pupils shrink for a moment, and suddenly gave him a dazzling feeling.

Under the moonlight, she seemed to be brighter, her already fair jade skin was flowing with a hazy brilliance that Zhao Rong had never noticed during the day.

Like a dream, Zhao Rong felt that Qingjun was more dazzling than the eternal moon above his head for no reason.

It is the 'Human Moon' at this time that has taken away its brilliance.

In other words, at this moment, the stunning woman with lacquer-like autumn eyes shining brightly under the moon is the bright moon in Zhao Rong's heart.

The person in front of you is the moon in your heart.

Even though Zhao Rong stared blankly for a long time, he still felt that Qingjun was so breathtakingly beautiful at this moment that he couldn't bear to speak out or destroy this fairy-like beauty under the moon.

Zhao Rong calmed down slightly, and blinked his eyelids that he couldn't bear to let go.

This silly lady of my family is probably not the fairy Heng'e who escaped from the Guanghan Moon Palace above the nine heavens to the world, or... is it the reincarnation of the gods from the ancient Moon Palace?

He muttered inwardly.

Facing Qingjun's firm and forceful words at this time, Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

This silly lady always gives him the feeling that she is a proud girl who seems to have full of kendo talent and beauty, but seems to be lacking in other things.

Like right now.

It's not that Qingjun lacks wisdom, but that she is stupid.

Qingjun has an exquisite heart, is ice-snow smart, delicate and sensitive, not really as stupid as Zhao Rong said.

Well, well, maybe sometimes when you look at him with eyes full of love in his arms, you will indeed become clumsy and silly.

But in many cases when necessary, Qing Jun can control his husband to death.

In Zhao Rong's eyes, Qingjun is closer to the image of a simple and pure swordsman who even has a "one-track mind" in his mind and mind.

That's right, just like Gui couldn't help but praise Qing Jun when he saw Qing Jun for the first time.

Jianxin is as pure as glass.

For what she has determined, she is like an arrow leaving the string, and she doesn't look back, and she doesn't care about regrets, just keep going forward.

The same goes for liking someone...

The lady has such a character, but Zhao Rong, as the husband, is both happy and worried.

Although he sometimes insists on certain things and truths and will not change them, it is precisely because of this that Zhao Rong doesn't want the closest relatives around him to do the same.

It's easy to put some responsibilities on your own shoulders that can be ignored.

Moreover, she was afraid that she would get into a dead end.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, looked down at the right hand that was tightly held by Concubine Zhao Ling, and she was holding Qian'er's right hand at the same time.

Qian'er, who had been pricking up her ears to eavesdrop, seemed to be affected by the atmosphere at this time, and the aura seemed to have disappeared. Her free left hand held Zhao Rong's left hand.

The little girl raised her head, her face full of solemnity, "I...me too. Brother Rong is my sun, Miss is my moon. I will go wherever you go."

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at the three hands holding each other, her frown and eyes relaxed immediately, and she smiled, "Well, we will never separate."

She and Zhao Qian'er looked at each other, and the latter smiled coquettishly.

The two girls turned to look at Brother Rong.

"The sun..."

At this moment, Zhao Rong murmured silently, his two hands suddenly grabbed their jade hands and lifted them, and pressed the backs of the two girls' hands to his left and right cheeks respectively.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes lightly, turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at the lady and said: "Then no matter when, will you obey me, will you not be disobedient?"

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded, "I will listen to you no matter what time it is."

Zhao Qian'er, who was on the side, nodded her head vigorously, "Me too."

But before Zhao Rong could relax, Concubine Zhao Ling paused for a while, then lowered her eyes again, and smiled slightly, "Well, I must listen to your husband's words, as the most important suggestion in Qing Jun's heart."

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head and thought for a while, then said seriously, "Me too."

Zhao Rong: "..."

He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, suggestion?Well, saying it is the same as not saying it, nothing has changed, you will still be stubborn when you should be stubborn, right?

Zhao Rong was speechless, and immediately said seriously:

"Qingjun, you make it impossible for me to carry out my job as a husband like this, a silly lady who is a 'corporate', in case of a dead end in the future, I will follow behind your ass, and I will not be able to pull you." Come back. This, this day can't be passed."

Concubine Zhao Ling was not annoyed when she heard the words, she knew that her husband was angry and said some jokes.

She laughed without saying a word.

Zhao Rong glanced sideways at the back of the plain hand of the lady who was sticking to his right face.

I saw that her skin seemed to be fairer and brighter than in the daytime, approaching milky white, with some hazy brilliance flowing on it.

I don't know if it's because the lady is on the roof, shrouded in the moonlight, making the beauty under the moon look like the moon.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly had a vague feeling that this hazy brilliance was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it there before...

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling said softly:
"Brother Rong, I think there is another possibility regarding the good and evil of human nature."

Zhao Rong's thoughts stopped, and he raised his eyes curiously, "What's possible?"

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at her autumn eyes, as if she was recalling something, she stretched out her bare hand that was on Zhao Rong's face, and pointed her fingertips lightly on Zhao Rong's curved and resolute face. corner of the mouth.

"Human nature is not innate, but like silk to be dyed. If it is dyed with green, it will be green, and if it is dyed with yellow, it will be yellow. You must be careful about it when you acquire it. Well, it is similar to the flowers and trees facing the sun. It needs the enlightenment of sages... ..."

It was obviously an interesting insight, but Zhao Rong suddenly frowned.

This... Isn't this 'Susi said'?He is very familiar.

When I was on the Qingfengju ferry back then, when I read those Mohist classics in my spare time, I often saw them.

It's not uncommon for Susi to say this, but the key point is, except for the classics of practice and the recipes and poetry collections that she can't learn at all, how can a "stupid" lady who has never read any other books talk about the theory of Mohist school?

The study of Mohism is not prominent in Wangquezhou, and Zhao Rong has never seen many Mo Xias along the way.

As a result, he suddenly realized now that it seems... that the lady is still learning ink?
Xuemo, silly lady, you...how dare you!

How amazing is this.

In fact, Zhao Rong has a peaceful and even friendly attitude towards the Mohists.Well, Mo Xia is good, it is worth making friends, the kind that blocks knives.

But if the closest relatives around me learn ink...

Zhao Rong was the first to refuse, and felt that he had to be pulled back.

The Mohists talk about universal love, which means loving everyone equally and without distinction.

Well, to put it simply, there is no difference between Mohists loving everyone and loving their parents.

So Confucian scholars often blamed 'the Mo family loves both, and there is no father'.

In addition to 'Jianai', the Mohists also have some propositions that make Zhao Rong even more breathless.

Moreover, although Zhao Rong didn't have much contact with the Mohist children, he summed up one point based on what he saw and heard in some bookstores.

Most of the white-clothed ink heroes are also single-minded. For the sake of chivalry or something, in Zhao Rong's words, they are old straight men.

It's over, doesn't this just fit Qing Jun's character?
Right now, looking at the lady who also likes to wear white clothes, Zhao Rong panicked.

The thought of some possibility made his head full of black lines.

Who the hell taught my silly lady to learn ink? Who is it?
Do you want her to 'love and have no husband'?Very bad!

At this moment, Xiaoqian'er, who said "I am the same", raised her face again after hearing what the lady said, and nodded solemnly, "Well, I too..."

"You're a big-headed ghost too!"

Zhao Rong blocked Zhao Qian'er's mouth and gave her a 'fierce' look.

Little Qian'er blinked her big eyes, looking at Brother Rong'er who had a bad face, um, how did he know that Qian'er didn't understand what he was saying, so annoying.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but interrupted: "Qing Jun, you... how many suns do you have?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was about to tell Brother Rong Er about what she thought made sense, Su Si said, when she saw this, she pointed her finger at the corner of his lips, blinked and said, "There is only Husband, a man."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "Really? Don't coax me. It's okay, just speak from your heart."

Seeing her husband's persistent and caring eyes, Concubine Zhao Ling felt a little shy suddenly. She lowered her head and didn't look at him. She buried her head in front of her chest and made a serious nasal sound, "En."

Husband is really too much, she has to say some things, but this...how embarrassing...

"Qing Jun's heart... can only pretend to be a husband, a sun."

She had a shallow smile and a weak voice, but Concubine Zhao Ling tried her best to speak in an extremely gentle tone, and said the words full of affection and love that had been hidden in the deepest part of her heart.

"No no no."

From some gagged little girl.

Looking back, Zhao Qian'er pressed Zhao Rong's hand that blocked her mouth, and she said crisply: "I am the same. Well, it is slightly different, there are two, one moon and one sun."

Hmph, it's not pretending to understand this time, Brother Rong, don't cover my mouth!

The little girl was so confident that she almost put her hands on her hips...

Zhao Rong frowned.Very good, undifferentiated universal love is absolutely impossible, if Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er dare, then family law will serve them, ahem.

Therefore, Qingjun should be the Mohist Susi who occasionally heard it.

But in an instant, Zhao Rong remembered something again.This afternoon, when he was accompanying Qingjun to work in Duyou City, he saw that when she was helping the teacher with something, she seemed to have visited the Mozhe Mansion in the East City, where all the black men in white clothes came in and out.

When Zhao Rong and Qian'er were waiting outside the door, he took a few more curious glances. At that time, Qian'er was chattering aside, so he didn't think much about it.

Looking at it now, in Xiaoyao Mansion, the teacher who seems to be surnamed Bai who values ​​his wife very much...

At this moment, when Zhao Rong frowned and thought, he didn't notice that the roof was a little quiet.

Especially after the lady lowered her head shyly, and her autumn eyes overflowed with love, the atmosphere began to become weird, and the three of them stopped talking and had different thoughts, so an ambiguous atmosphere gradually formed.

Concubine Zhao Ling kept her head silent.

Zhao Qian'er looked left and right at Brother Rong'er and Miss Rong'er with her lively peach eyes, and then raised her small head to look at the already dark night.She blinked.

Zhao Rong was thinking for a moment, and at a certain moment, he finally came back to his senses, and was about to ask something clearly, "Qingjun, Susi you just said..."

Zhao Qian'er interrupted suddenly:

"Brother Rong, miss, it seems to be getting late. It's almost three o'clock. Let's talk later. Brother Rong will take me down the mountain in two days. There are still things to do tomorrow. Um, Let him rest earlier."

Zhao Rong frowned, "Wait a minute, that..."

"Uh-huh."

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stood up, her eyelids drooped, she turned and left, "Husband, Qian'er, you should go to bed earlier."

Zhao Rong raised his hand, "Hey, Qing Jun, don't leave, I have one more thing..."

Hearing "one more thing", under the moonlight, Concubine Zhao Lingfei's fair and pretty face was dyed a touch of pink, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her pace continued, and even accelerated, like a bird out of a cage, To escape here.

Zhao Rong didn't react for a while, and he forgot the bad intentions of staying overnight today. He was thinking about business.

Zhao Rong stood where he was, and called out in doubt, "No, Qingjun, why are you running, wait..."

Zhao Qian'er glanced at the hopeless brother Rong'er, shaking her hair with a bun.

Hey, you're so stupid, what's the use of just talking about it, post it with a 'slapstick face', Miss can withstand your trick, which time is it not defeated... Well, Brother Stupid Rong, look at you For my little flower's sake...it's so annoying, the lady is in the 'front', so you can't hurry up... hurry up...

The little girl blushed slightly, muttered a few words to herself, held the purple flower in Fuxiu's hair with her small hand, and in the next second, she jumped up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and quickly stepped forward, blocking Concubine Zhao Ling's way.

"Miss, don't go alone. Where will Brother Rong sleep tonight? You haven't said anything yet."

"What to do, where does he sleep... There are so many rooms, you just need to prepare a comfortable room for him, don't ask me."

"Oh, but there is no guest room in the back house that we can stay in directly. We came back so late and were just busy taking a bath and chatting. I forgot to order the servants, and I didn't tidy up the guest room for him. Now it's midnight, um, I can only Squeezed. So... just let Brother Rong go to your bed to squeeze?"

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head like a rattle, and turned around to go around Xiao Qian'er, "I...my bed is small, how could it fit. He...he sleeps restlessly, and he is so big."

Only then did Zhao Rong remember the business of looking for Qingjun today, and swallowed what he was about to ask just now.Hearing this at this moment, when he opened his eyes, how did you know?
Zhao Qian'er shook her head, "Hey, big is big, whatever you want, just squeeze hard... What are you afraid of... Hey, miss, what are you afraid of, is this your husband or mine. Well, okay, no Let him go to bed, then I will reluctantly accept Brother Rong and squeeze with him..."

Concubine Zhao Ling stopped her steps, raised her head, and said urgently and resolutely, "No!"

"Oh, then squeeze with you."

Concubine Zhao Ling's upright black eyebrows collapsed, her voice weakened again, "It's...not good either."

Zhao Qian'er said in an old-fashioned way: "This will not work, and that will not work, then Brother Rong, where do you want to sleep? You can't squeeze with Uncle Bai and Grandpa Kun, right? No matter how you say it, you are uncle. Miss, don't worry about it, although at night Sleeping on the same bed with him, but does Brother Rong still dare not listen to you? Besides..."

The little girl glanced at Brother Rong who was looking at her with gratitude, and said seriously with a small face:

"Besides, how can Brother Rong be so wicked?"

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

Zhao Rong blushed.

But immediately, he nodded solemnly, "My lady, why don't you squeeze, I don't care..."

Concubine Zhao Ling blushed, turned her face away, and did not make another sound.

After about a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong came to her boudoir together with Concubine Zhao Ling as she wished...

(End of this chapter)