i have a sword fairy

Chapter 337 Why are you working so hard?
What's in Concubine Zhao Ling's boudoir?
Zhao Rong followed her obediently, all the way to a spacious boudoir. On the way, both of them walked forward with their heads covered, and Qingjun walked in front with his head bowed, silent.

So he didn't look at it very closely, he looked like a gentleman who didn't squint, ahem.

However, from Zhao Rong's peripheral vision, it can be roughly seen that the decorations and furniture in Qingjun's boudoir in Qinglianju are relatively monotonous and simple.

And it seems that there is also a lack of young women of her age who mostly like to play with boudoir objects for dressing up, such as flower arrangements, embroidered piers, water porcelain and so on.

Keep everything simple and make concessions for practice.

Therefore, the largest space in the boudoir is used for practice.

The ground is filled with tuanpu, three-foot green fronts, and tomes of classics...

Other than that, Zhao Rong only saw the simple rouge box on the low-key dressing table, the cumbersome tea set on the tea table, the embroidered female red objects on the suitcase, and... a simple and long imperial concubine couch .

Zhao Rong shook his head lightly, and glanced at the straight back of the lady in front of him with 'red makeup and plain waist'.

How did he live so casually, when he was not around before, he was all busy with his practice?
No, he had to save his wife's boudoir life.

It's so monotonous, don't live like Yu Huaijin, something is wrong, why did you mention her again?
So, just do what you say, start from tonight...

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know that the husband behind her had so many dramas in his heart, and even wanted to show her the fun of the husband and wife's boudoir after marriage, which is different from childhood sweethearts.

Although she was deeply skeptical of Qian'er's words, "Brother Rong'er can have evil intentions", she didn't shy away from it anymore.

She couldn't really drive him away, she felt soft-hearted when she saw Brother Rong's embarrassing appearance.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling bent down and lit a candle, illuminating half of the boudoir.

In the dim orange light, she led Zhao Rong to the imperial concubine's bed in the house.

She narrowed her eyes and said softly, "Just... just sleep here."

Zhao Rong glanced at the narrow and low imperial concubine's couch, and nodded secretly. It was really crowded, and he was very kind.

And one can tell at a glance that Qingjun should not sleep much on weekdays, and the bed is just a simple couch. She told him to go to bed more often in Dongli Xiaozhu, but she herself...

"Ah."

Zhao Rong gently sniffed the floating fragrance in the room, mixed with the cold fragrance from Qingjun's body.

He raised his hand and began to undress.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned around and walked aside, seeming to glance at Zhao Rong halfway.

Zhao Rong took off his coat and hung it on the hanger next to him, looking as if nothing had happened, but in the middle of his movements, he secretly locked on the lady's body from the corner of his eye.

At this time, seeing her passing by and out of peripheral vision, Zhao Rong turned his head directly, followed with his eyes, always paying attention to the lady's every move.

I saw Qingjun walking to the screen dignifiedly and gracefully with a cold face, where there was a pair of wooden clogs tied with ribbons on the ground.

She raised one slender jade leg with her knees bent, her right foot stretched straight up, one hand grasping the edge of the screen, the other hand hanging down her hook finger, and took off the embroidered shoe.

Immediately, her delicate jade feet were revealed. Although she was wearing silk stockings, the skin on the small part of her calf exposed under the hem of the skirt when Shang Qingjun raised her leg was as white as frost and slightly dazzling.

The dimly lit room seemed to brighten up.

Zhao Rong's eyes were a little straight, but in the next second, he closed his expression, turned his head back suddenly, and continued to do his own thing as usual.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly turned her head to look at Zhao Rong, seeing his calm appearance, her autumn eyes lightly glanced at him for a while.

Not long after, she turned her head again, stuck her jade feet into the ribbon clogs, then took off the other embroidered shoe, and put on the clogs as well.

Concubine Zhao Ling twisted her jade feet left and right a few times, and stomped lightly.

During the movements, she turned her back to Zhao Rong, and her cold and pretty face suddenly couldn't hold back anymore, her eyebrows frowned, her autumn eyes moved left and right, their light flickered, and she breathed out a breath of fragrance quietly.

In less than three breaths, Concubine Zhao Ling's rich expression subsided in an instant, and her slightly cold pretty face was restored.

She turned around gracefully and naturally, and walked back to the bed with frosty white jade feet and wooden clogs with ribbons. After passing by Zhao Rong who was moving slowly, she sat on the edge of the imperial concubine's bed and turned onto the bed.

Seeing that the lady finally came back, Zhao Rong heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing that she had already gone to bed, he quickly packed up his clothes as soon as he couldn't breathe, and walked to the imperial concubine's bed in one step.

It's just that he was a little regretful that Qingjun didn't take off any clothes, it was still a white skirt.

Moreover, there was no such bloody scene of "kneeling on the bed with her buttocks raised to test her husband's determination".

Zhao Rong shook his head to dispel those harmful images in the heart lake, lifted the quilt, and prepared to go to bed and "squeeze" with Qingjun.

Concubine Zhao Ling hugged her knees, lowered her eyes, seemed to be looking at the embroidery on the quilt, and whispered: "Husband, why don't we sleep at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed?"

Zhao Rong looked down and shook his head, "I'm afraid it smells..."

Concubine Zhao Ling's autumn eyes brightened slightly, and she smiled, "It's all right, I don't dislike my husband at all."

"But I despise your feet." Zhao Rong interrupted with a straight face.

"You...go to hell!" Zhao Lingfei gritted her teeth and threw the jade pillow over.

Zhao Rong picked it up nimbly, and he glanced down at Qingjun's slender jade legs, and his small feet hidden in pure white socks.

Although the lady is a Sword Cultivator in the Grand Realm, her body is pure and clean, and she is cool and sweatless, but there should be a smell, um, a fragrance.

However, he refused the position proposed by the lady right now.It's not a special hobby.

And all of a sudden, I thought about unlocking such an advanced posture, and I probably won't be able to do it tonight, so let's start with the normal and simple posture slowly.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth were raised slightly, and he glanced at the lady with upturned eyebrows and gritted silver teeth.

No matter how you look at it, you feel that she is holding on forcibly, pretending to scare him, but in fact she is just a white and tender lamb waiting to be slaughtered, pretending to be a tigress...

Zhao Rong took a big step, blew out the only lamp in the room, stepped back to the bed with a swish, and got into the warm and fragrant quilt covered by someone.

The movements were done in one go, without giving the lady the slightest chance to escape.

There was a big bad wolf in the quilt, and Concubine Zhao Ling curled up and shrank inside.

Zhao Rong was lying on his back, taking up a lot of space on the bed, but still not satisfied, he twisted his body and squeezed towards the lady.

In the darkness, Concubine Zhao Ling shrank again, but this time, she was 'circling in place', because there was really no place for her to hide on the other side.

Zhao Rong secretly smiled, and stretched out a 'devil claw' to sneak forward, occupying the territory of the bed; at the same time, he turned to Qingjun who couldn't see his expression, and said in a tentative tone: "My lady, this long night... huh!"

Just when he wanted to talk about life, ideals, children, and the cafeteria, Zhao Rong was suffocated because... his mouth was blocked.

Zhao Rong wanted to do whatever he wanted tonight in the quilt, but Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly turned to the right, and instantly changed from a delicate little lamb waiting to be skinned, to a white tiger, sitting nimbly on Zhao Rong's body as if pouncing on food.

She stretched out one bare hand to support Zhao Rong's thick chest, and straightened Zhao Rong's face with the other "dominant and gentle" hand. Concubine Zhao Ling bowed her head, and three thousand blue hairs fell like a waterfall.

In the darkness, the black hair fell on Zhao Rong's face, like bright black ribbons. He had just spoken halfway, and only had time to look at those long and narrow autumn eyes, and she leaned down...

The bright autumn eyes are close at hand.

Together with her warm breath.

The red, tender and moist vermilion lips, like water, are violent and active waves for a while, and gentle and calm autumn water for a while.

"Uuuuuuu..."

At this moment, Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide, hesitated, subconsciously struggled but was suppressed in vain, so he stretched out his arms and hugged the slender waist of the beautiful woman on his body, helplessly turning 'being raped' into 'enjoyment', tasting what she sent up. soft balsamic lips with sugar.

"Whoosh~"

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head, her delicate nose was pressed against his nose, her forehead was pressed against her forehead, and she gnawed 'viciously' on her husband who wanted to bully her for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, this intense and lingering 'revenge' finally came to an end.

Concubine Zhao Ling straightened her upper body with her chest rising and falling violently.

Zhao Rong brushed off the blue hair hanging from the lady's face, scratched it with his fingers, and then touched the corner of his mouth that seemed to start to smell of rust.

What kind of messy plot is this...

He had a helpless expression, the tone of a little daughter-in-law who was raped.

"You...why are you trying so hard?"

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her plain hand, wiped her pouty red lips with the back of her hand, and wiped it off after eating.

She was riding on the body of her only husband in her life, pressing his chest, her voice was cold, but she was confident.

"I'm so bored, I want to kiss you."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head like a female knight, her slender and well-proportioned neck was like a proud white swan, "Brother Rong, don't try to bully me all the time."

Looking up at the arrogant and charming Qingjun who was like a goddess, Zhao Rong was speechless.

Is this a virtuous lady who is reserved and dignified during the day, she will be shy and annoyed if you tease her... Sure enough, everyone will reveal another side that no one knows at night.

The lady actually hides the attribute of 'attack'.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly leaned down again, holding Zhao Rong's face in both hands, with her red lips, she pecked lightly on his forehead, between the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the tip of the nose... all the way down.

Gently shallow, gentle and gentle.

Finally, it reached Zhao Rong's lips, leaving a faint tooth mark on it.

"Okay." Concubine Zhao Ling's voice softened, from a proud fairy to a little daughter-in-law in the arms of her lover, she touched her husband's temples and forehead, and breathed a fragrance in his ears:

"Brother Rong wants to sleep with me. I have already obeyed you and kissed you now. Go to bed early and stop thinking about weird things."

Zhao Rong hesitated, "Stop chatting."

"Chat?" Concubine Zhao Ling cursed softly, with a half-smile, "Talking about you big-headed ghost."

The two were necking each other, and she rubbed his temples with her temples, her voice was soft and waxy, "Brother Rong, have you forgotten your current cultivation situation? You can't have yin and yang... I don't want to give it to you, how can I give it to you?" Don't you want to? But I can't mess around with you."

Hearing his wife's gentle and virtuous persuasion, Zhao Rong hesitated to speak, but actually there are many other ways to entertain himself, ahem.

But in the next second, Concubine Zhao Ling's head left his ear and moved down to... Zhao Rong's chest.

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her pretty face in his thick chest, bowed like a deer, and said in a rare coquettish tone, "husband, hurry up, sleep, sleep."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.

"Good night."

Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly, "Well, good night."

After a while of rustling, the two lay side by side again, and the darkness fell into silence again.

After about a stick of incense, Zhao Rong turned over, as if for comfort, he put his arms around Concubine Zhao Lingfei's waist from behind.

The latter looked down at the big hand of her husband who was keeping himself safe, covered his plain hand, stroked the back of his hand, and acquiesced.

Time continued to pass quietly.The night gradually became dark and deep.

However, Concubine Zhao Ling's skin gradually became slightly pink.

After an unknown amount of time, her closed autumn eyes slightly opened.Yes... Is it over?Actually... so energetic!
Concubine Zhao Ling puffed her cheeks, and twisted her delicate body in Zhao Rong's arms, "Husband?"

"..." There was silence in the darkness for a while, and then Zhao Rong blurted out, "...ah, what's the matter."

Concubine Zhao Ling did not stop talking.

"My lady, I admit my mistake." Zhao Rong woke up immediately, and immediately confessed, with a strong desire to survive.

However, she gritted her silver teeth secretly, kept quiet, held back the vicious behavior of the spirited 'little husband', closed her eyes, and said, "Sleep."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Good night, lady."

The room became quiet again, and time ticked like running water.

It's just that at a certain moment... In the darkness, Concubine Zhao Ling opened her autumn eyes suddenly, but she couldn't bear it anymore. The little husband is so energetic, how can she sleep?
In the darkness, on the bed, Concubine Zhao Ling slowly supported her delicate body with one hand.

She had a peach blossom face, narrowed her eyes, bit her lip, and turned around slowly.

"..." Zhao Rong.

……

The night became impetuous and noisy, a dark cloud covered the shy moon, and the night became darker, covering some strange things.

I don't know how long it took.

The hard black cloud was finally melted by the white moonlight and turned into a soft floating cloud. A gust of rain gushed down and descended on the world...

This night passed in a strange way.

　Good brothers, say happy holidays to my sister-in-law or younger siblings for me, I envy you who are young and handsome, I have nothing... PS: Thanks to the good brother 'I want to hold an umbrella on a rainy night' for the reward of 10000 coins!Thank you Brother Yuye for building a building in the circle of book friends!

　　
　
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