i have a sword fairy

Chapter 339... Only affects the speed of drawing the sword

However, although Qingjun often resisted with a tense pretty face in the second half of the night.

But now afterward, Zhao Rong thought back carefully and found that she was actually half-accepted.

Otherwise, let alone Zhao Rong, who is still one step away from Fuyao Realm, who can force Qingjun?

Her temper is cold and fierce, like a sharp sword, she would rather bend than bend.

Only he, Rong'er, can bully her, but not too much, otherwise she will feel contemptuous and feel that she is not cherished and loved by his husband. This is what can really break Qingjun's heart matter.

What Qing Jun cares most about is her position in his heart, she must be the highest, just like he is her sun.

Zhao Rong is very aware of this, so why not, he regards her as the bright moon in his heart.

So Zhao Rong has always been very concerned about Qingjun's feelings, and grasped the scale, unless he couldn't help it.

And in the second half of last night, he was bullied like that and messed around with him, which basically made him succeed, and he probably had the reluctance to make up for the fact that his husband was about to leave.

Zhao Rong was wandering while listening to the sound of the rain, while looking at the embroidered quilt that Concubine Zhao Ling hid in with some guilt.

He glanced at the blanket covering himself.

Originally, the two of them slept on the same quilt last night, but then...

At that time, the first thunder sounded in the night outside the window, and the heavy rain poured down, showering the white world one after another.

Qing Jun buried his head in the quilt, without looking at Zhao Rong, he straightened his slender jade legs and kicked him off the imperial concubine's couch.

However, Zhao Rong's cultivation of ascending to the heaven realm was not in vain, and it was not just reflected in the fact that Qingjun's tired heart trembled.

He came back to his senses in an instant, and quickly grasped the slender ankle of Qing Jun's limp left leg.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and took a closer look at the delicate toes. The row of curled little toes naturally contained pink kodan, just like the lovely cardamom, and he lowered his head and gently pecked at the white lotus with tight arches. foot.

Qingjun's limp and delicate body froze immediately, and without thinking about it, he bounced his right leg, and the next second, his gluttonous butt hurt, and he rolled off the bed.

He was kicked down by her, and landed on the ground like a wild goose falling on the sand.

However, Zhao Rong hadn't had time to react, and Qing Jun, who had just buried his head in the bedding and didn't want to pay attention to him, somehow got the strength, and jumped up violently.

She got out of bed in a hurry, helped Zhao Rong back onto the bed, and rubbed his kicked butt with her jade hands.

However, seeing him still smirking, the expression on Qing Junqiao's face was distressed and annoyed.

She pushed hard on his chest with both hands and threw him back on the bed.

Zhao Rong inhaled and rubbed the wound while turning his head to look.

Then, Qingjun came into view, standing in front of the bed in the darkness, wearing a purple bellyband.

She turned her back, took out the handkerchief, raised her plain hand, and wiped her pretty face and red lips carefully, the Adam's apple on the flat part of her swan-like round neck seemed to swallow her saliva.

Qingjun shrugged his nose, as if tired and thirsty, very thirsty, felt his cheeks, lips and throat were hot.

She picked up a cup of tea next to her, drank it with her head held high, and patted her chest with plain hands. Her breasts heaved for a while, and she took a few mouthfuls of aroma.

Afterwards, after wiping the red and fragrant cheeks with the handkerchief several times, Qing Jun raised his hand angrily, and was about to throw the handkerchief, which was dyed into an unknown color, at him, but in the middle of the process, he hurriedly stopped.

Qing Jun withdrew his plain hand and carefully hid the dirty handkerchief in his bosom.

Later, she pulled a thick blanket and threw it heavily on Zhao Rong's smiling face.

Qing Jun was ashamed and indignant and pushed aside the rogue husband who had done something wrong and dared to smile at her.

Instead, the slender and delicate body with frosty white skin and blushing got into the embroidered quilt, and hid in the small world alone to sleep and rest, and ignored him again.

In this way, Concubine Zhao Ling drove Zhao Rong out of the warm bed to sleep until early morning.

At this moment, hearing the sound of the rain getting smaller and the sound of birds getting louder in the yard, Zhao Rong threw off the blanket on his body and turned over to get up.

He sat on the edge of the bed.

Turning his head and looking at the bulging oval embroidered quilt, seeing that the lady still couldn't hide, she couldn't help but patted her forehead.

Zhao Rong suddenly had a thought, and his movements stopped for an instant.

He looked up and down carefully at the embroidered quilt that was hiding the fragrance of Qing Jun, and felt that it was not covered tightly.

So he tentatively reached out, grabbed a corner of the quilt, lifted it, and then... even Zhao Rong lifted some of the quilt, without hindrance.

He stopped and didn't continue to lift it.

The lady likes to sleep late, or is she calmed down?
Zhao Rong thought for a while, "Qing... Jun?"

Concubine Zhao Ling ignored him and wondered if she was asleep.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't move immediately, but turned his head to look at the closed windows in the boudoir.

I just fell asleep and didn't hear the bell in Duyou City, but now it seems that the morning is still early.

It is estimated that there are no maids and servants who dare to come to the back house to disturb the sleep of the master and hostess.

Indus Street is a noble street, and it is not in a busy city. At this moment, outside, except for the lonely chirping of birds in the yard, there is no sound of weird little Qian'er.

If he guessed correctly, the lady was only wearing a purple bellyband and silk underwear under the quilt at the moment.

There are beautiful things hidden in the quilt, such as green silk, fragrant shoulders, beautiful back, thin waist, frosty calf, exquisite jade feet, etc.

Qingjun was skeptical, then tried it, and found that...it was true, so he reluctantly solved it.

In fact, at that time, he still wanted to tell Qing Jun solemnly that if he was cooler, he could learn another set.

As for the purple pocket Zhao Rong was wearing, there was nothing he could do.

Zhao Rong had actually tried reaching out to untie the purple apron ribbon tied into a bow around her swan-like neck, after all, it was itching to be dangling in front of Zhao Rong's eyes.

However, even though Zhao Rong has a pair of skillful hands, he still can't untie this charming bow.

Because...that is pure illusion.

Every time Zhao Rong just untied a little, Qingjing, this cheap daughter, would disperse into a ball of purple air, like twisting fingers, and tie it into a bow again, protecting her future brother's cafeteria.

Therefore, Zhao Rong couldn't get rid of this purple pocket no matter what, let alone get the nephrite jade that he misses day and night.

Zhao Rong shook his head and sighed.

At this moment, in the quiet boudoir where the faint fragrance floats.

Zhao Rong, who was on the collapsed bed, quietly felt the atmosphere of the morning when everything was flourishing, then turned his head and glanced at the gap in the embroidered quilt that had been lifted.

He nodded seriously.

In the next second, moving like a rabbit, he slammed into the quilt, and grabbed the delicate body hidden in the quilt, and suddenly felt warm and soft.

"Well."

"Xiao Tiantian." Zhao Rong joked, and couldn't help but smile again. He lowered his head and planted a strawberry on his fair forehead, and then said seriously in her ear:
"Don't sleep, brother Ronger promises not to overwhelm your little head this time..."

While he was talking, he tightened his arms around the beautiful woman in his arms, but he was taken aback for a second, hey, Qingjun is wearing a little too much, and... why did she become so petite?Son's cafeteria too!

Before Zhao Rong had time to react, Zhao Qian'er in her arms raised her head joyfully, and said happily, "Brother Rong'er, are we going to do kissing things behind Missy's back?"

Zhao Rong opened his eyes, "???"

Zhao Qian'er was shy and happy at the same time, hugging Zhao Rong with two slender arms, as well as her round slender legs.

The little girl entangled Zhao Rong who was holding her in a daze like an octopus, tilted her head and thought for a while, closed her peach eyes, raised her little chin towards Zhao Rong again, her pink lips parted slightly, and her little face was blushing .

With a look of anticipation on his face.

"..." Zhao Rong.

How can you come out of nowhere?
Facing the little Qian'er who always wanted to pry into the corner of the lady's wall and seduce the uncle, he immediately remained expressionless, and the next second, he raised his big hand, pressed it down, and pushed her raised head back.

Zhao Qian'er pursed her lips in protest, "Hmm, Brother Rong, didn't you just promise not to touch my little head?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer, but let go of his hand quickly, tore away the little girl who was sticking to her body like a slug, jumped off the bed, put on clothes quickly, and looked left and right at the boudoir where there was no lady.

I don't know when she quietly got up and left when he was sleeping soundly just now, and when this weird little girl Qian'er got under the covers.

Xiaoqian'er poked her head out of the quilt, squinted her peach blossom eyes, revealing a pair of vindictive little black-bellied eyes, and threatened in a soft voice:
"Brother Rong, don't run away. I'll tell the lady later that Qian'er came to wake you up, but you hugged me, kissed me secretly, and called me Xiao Tiantian... You, come back ... Oops!"

Zhao Rong turned around abruptly, curled up two fingers of his right hand, and planted two more chestnuts on the small head where she had mistakenly planted strawberries, "Still making trouble?"

"Wooooooo." Zhao Qian'er covered her flushed forehead with her two small hands, and stared at Brother Rong'er with aggrieved and cruel eyes.

Zhao Rong shook his head speechlessly, and stretched out his hands to rub her loose hair. "I'm sorry, I just admitted to the wrong person. Don't make trouble, Qian'er. I have business to do today, so I'm leaving first."

After the words fell, he strode away from Qing Jun's boudoir.

Zhao Qian'er's small mouth bulged into a bun, and she looked at the back of Rong'er, who had a smirk on his face one second and was anxious the next, and his face was ascetic and serious the next.

At a certain moment, she tilted her head and frowned, tapped her pink lips with her index finger, and muttered.

"I promise I won't press your little head? Hey, why did Brother Rong press Miss's head..."

The little girl shook her head in doubt, and was going to go back and ask Miss.

She sat on the edge of the bed, hooked out the embroidered shoes hidden under the bed with her toes, picked up the shoes with her little feet, and jumped out of the bed.

Zhao Qian'er turned her head, shrugged her nose, and sniffed a certain faint smell.

She didn't know what to think of, her little face blushed, and she spat lightly, "Young couple, don't feel ashamed..."

Immediately, the little girl turned to chase Zhao Rong.

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