i have a sword fairy

Chapter 340
After Zhao Rong came out of Qingjun's boudoir, he turned around in the back house.

He just went out in a hurry, his black hair was still loose, tied up with a rope at random, he was wearing a white inner garment, and a blue Confucian shirt outside, and he was pulling up the Confucian shirt belt as he walked.

Qian'er's footsteps and clear and melodious voice came from behind.

"Brother Rong, wait for me, I'll help you get dressed..."

Zhao Rong walked faster.

How dare he have private parts with this little girl, especially when he coaxed his wife last night and taught her swordsmanship and oral formulas.

Well, at the end, I couldn't help but give Qing Jun a lot of surprises.

Of course, Zhao Rong was also kicked in the butt and rolled off the bed. Now his butt is still hurting a little, but this wave of swaps seems to be a bloody profit...

Thinking of Qingjun's shocked and silly expression last night, Zhao Rong grinned.

At the same time, he was a little guilty.

So I made up my mind to be a model husband, not to make my wife unhappy during the day, and full of desire to survive.

The dowry maid of an ambitious lady, please respect yourself.

Along the way, Zhao Rong met many servants from Qinglianju who greeted him in the corridor, and called him uncle with great insight.

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded in response.

Not long after, he came to the hall of the back house with the little Qian'er who was like a follower.

What caught my eye was three people in the empty hall.

Concubine Zhao Ling was among them.

She has a straight waist and sits at the head of the hall.

In addition, there is a tall old man with a calm face and the appearance of a housekeeper.

With a man holding a sword with a lazy expression, it looks like a master who is hiding his secrets.

At this time, the two sat on the top and bottom of Concubine Zhao Ling, that is, on the left and right sides.

The tall old man leaned half of his butt against the stool, his upper body slightly leaning forward, reporting something to Concubine Zhao Ling, who was also listening seriously with Huarong.

As for the man holding the sword, he was standing behind the chair like a fool, bent over, with his hands folded to support the top of the chair on his head.

At this moment, he was raising his hand and yawning, as if he was not interested in what the tall old man was discussing with Concubine Zhao Ling.

Zhao Rong knows the two extra people now, although they haven't seen each other for a long time.

The tall old man is Zhao Kun, the steward of the fourth house of the Zhao family in Dachu where Qingjun lives. He has no wife and no children.

On weekdays, people in the mansion call him Kun Bo, or Grandpa Kun.

The sword-holding man, like Zhao Rongniang, is the enshrined of the Zhao family's fourth house, his surname is Li and his name is Bai, and he is also a bachelor.

They are all the old people left behind by Qingjun's previous generation.

For Kun Bo, Zhao Rong, Qing Jun, and Qian'er, they were actually quite afraid when they were young, because the old man was always strict in speech and behavior, and he was also meticulous in his work.

However, Kun Bo is extremely conscientious. At least in Zhao Rong's impression, there has never been a matter of relying on the old to sell the old or bullying the young master, and he has always been dedicated to his wife.

It's just... In Zhao Rong's memory, Kun Bo seemed to be a little indifferent to him, um, or, except for Qing Jun and Qian'er, the old man was mostly indifferent to outsiders.

Sometimes Zhao Rong also wondered, they all grew up together in the mansion, why should they treat him differently among the three?
Could it be that Zhao Rong bullied Qingjun and Qian'er every day when he was a child?

Oh, that's fine.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

At this moment, in the hall, Concubine Zhao Ling and Kun Bo spoke a few words, then turned to the yawning Li Bai and said:
"Uncle Bai, it's hard work for you to go."

"It's okay, miss, you're welcome." Li Bai smiled brightly, and waved his hands, "That brat is going down the mountain for a few days, to go to Dali for the assessment, right? I happened to be on the way."

He paused, then turned to look at the quiet Zhao Kun.

"Our Qinglianju is in Dali, and we still have a little business. I need to go there soon to deal with it. I will go down the mountain with Qian'er to go to Dali for the assessment, and deal with things along the way."

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded, and just about to speak, she suddenly turned her head and looked towards the entrance of the hall.

"Mr. Qing, good morning."

Zhao Rong walked into the hall, looked left and right, and said with a smile: "Uncle Kun, Uncle Bai, long time no see."

Zhao Qian'er followed behind him and greeted him bluntly.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at her husband, her eyes dodged a little.

She pursed her lips and turned her face away, "husband, good morning."

Zhao Kun glanced sideways at Zhao Rong, still facing Concubine Zhao Ling, and nodded slightly.

Li Bai turned his head, looked up and down, and looked at Zhao Rong carefully.

With a bit of stubble on his face, the face of the uncle who gave people a sense of vicissitudes, showed a look of disgust, curled his lips and said:
"Hey, isn't this the son-in-law of Zhao's family who we ran away from home, the one who doesn't eat soft food and is very ambitious, why is he back today? I forgot to take something? It's too embarrassing."

Zhao Rong went forward without any notice, sat down on the chair supported by Li Bai, and turned his head.

He found that this familiar sword-holding man could hold the sword in his arms in this posture, um, he was undoubtedly a master.

Zhao Rong glanced at the plain-looking sword in Li Bai's arms.

Immediately, he said with a straight face: "Xiaobai, why did you talk to uncle?"

Li Bai: "..."

Concubine Zhao Ling, who took the first place, couldn't help but slightly curved her lips.

With a puff, Zhao Qian'er jumped behind Zhao Rong's chair, and pushed Uncle Bai involuntarily, "Get out of the way, Uncle Bai, don't get in the way, I want to tie Rong'er's hair."

Li Bai glared at Zhao Rong, then complained to the little girl who looked like a dog's leg: "Little Qian'er, you are too partial."

Zhao Qian'er nodded her head as a matter of course.Are you talking nonsense?

Zhao Rong relaxed his face, turned his head and said with a smile: "Uncle Bai, I did forget to take something. Back then, I was young and frivolous, and I didn't know the taste of soft food... No, it's because I didn't know what the most important thing is. "

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked around.

His eyes swept over Qingjun who couldn't help looking at him, Zhao Kun who had a serious face, Qian'er who tied his hair with his little hands crooked at the corners of his eyes, and Li Bai who liked to bicker with him since he was a child.It seems to have changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.

Zhao Rong's eyes finally stayed on Concubine Zhao Ling, and the husband and wife looked at each other.

He nodded and said seriously: "Since I was a child... the most important thing has not changed, it is here, so I am back. Uncle Bai, I owe you a pot of wine."

Zhao Rong's tone was sincere.

The atmosphere in the hall was quiet for a while.

next second.

Snapped--!
Li Bai patted Zhao Rong on the head, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, what are you doing so early in the morning? Didn't you have enough love talk with Miss in bed last night? It's too much, too much."

Zhao Rong rubbed his head, turned his head, and showed Li Bai an expression of "as expected of a master who even knew what he said about love last night".

Zhao Qian'er stared at her peachy eyes, and punched Li Bai angrily.

The little girl yelled, "Smelly Xiaobai, you bully Brother Ronger again!"

Li Bai's eyelids twitched, he turned around and slipped away holding the sword.

Zhao Qian'er pursed her lips, picked up the comb with her small hand, held it like a knife, stepped on her short legs, and chased after her, with the momentum of chasing to the ends of the earth.

Zhao Lingfei first heard Li Bai's words, she seemed to be remembering what happened last night, she closed her mouth tightly and swallowed subconsciously.

At this time, her cheeks were slightly red, and seeing Qian'er and Li Bai fighting away, she shook her head, "Two live treasures."

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at her husband, paused her words, felt that she had missed one, hey, the three of them got together again, this time they went down the mountain together again, and there might be troubles in the future.

It was like this in the Duke's Mansion of Great Chu back then. Li Bai, who was alone as an adult, liked to fight and bicker with Rong'er and Qian'er who were still children.Uncle Xiaobai likes to fool Brother Ronger to buy him wine, and Brother Ronger later mixes some strange things into the wine, or mixes it with water.The two of you come and go with each other...

However, Concubine Zhao Ling didn't worry too much about the trip of the three of them together.

Zhao Rong glanced outside and sighed, "Hey, Xiaobai is still like a child."

Zhao Lingfei glared at him who was playing Baobao.

Zhao Rong smiled.

Concubine Zhao Ling got up immediately, walked behind Zhao Rong, continued Qian'er's work, and tied his hair with bare hands.

The pale golden morning light passed over the skylight and sprinkled on her profile. Concubine Zhao Ling had a cold demeanor, which gave people a sense of awe and inviolability, but the tear mole under her left eye was very charming.

With a concentrated expression, she tied her husband's hair and wore a crown, while parting her jade lips lightly, telling Zhao Rong what he should pay attention to after going down the mountain.

While listening to the lady's sudden chatter, Zhao Rong raised his eyes and stared at the white clouds outside the skylight in the hall, dazed in a daze.

Nodding from time to time.

The husband and wife just got along peacefully like this, enjoying this rare quiet morning, letting the time go by.

Finally, Concubine Zhao Ling paused, lowered her eyes and told about letting Li Bai join and accompany him and Qian'er down the mountain.

When Zhao Rong was outside the door before, he heard some words. Hearing the words at this time, he pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look at the lady who tied his hair softly.

Gently nodding.

Zhao Kun on the side remained motionless, his eyes lowered, staring at the floor.

Not long after, Zhao Qian'er and Li Bai, who were fighting, finally returned to the hall.

The little girl walked in front with her little hands behind her back, and the man holding the sword with a blank expression followed behind her, but he didn't dare to take a step beyond Xiao Qian'er and walked in front of her.

Soon, everyone got back to business.

Zhao Rong, Qian'er, and Li Bai discussed the matter of going down the mountain to Dali this time, and agreed on a time for the three of them to meet up.

Afterwards, seeing nothing happened, Li Bai and Zhao Kun resigned and left.

Zhao Rong whispered to his wife for a while, and after being gentle for a while, he also prepared to leave.

Concubine Zhao Ling also has something to do today, so she can't accompany him anymore.

However, Zhao Qian'er had free time, and she didn't want to go back to Taiqing Mansion too early, so she rolled her dark eyes.

The little girl quickly grabbed Zhao Rong's hand, who was about to leave, and said crisply, "Brother Rong, where are you going? I'm free today, so I'll go with you."

Zhao Rong is still a little unaccustomed to her following, with maids and the like.

Moreover, he has not forgotten his identity as a model husband who secretly made up his mind.

Feeling the lady's gaze at this moment, Zhao Rong withdrew his hand calmly, with a serious face, "Stinky girl, stop making trouble, I still have important things to do today."

Zhao Qian'er squinted at him, "When I hugged her in the morning, I called her Xiao Tiantian, but now I'm in front of someone, I call her a stinky girl."

The model husband Zhao Rong was full of black lines, ignored her, and quickly explained to Concubine Zhao Ling who raised her eyebrows carefully.

The latter nodded lightly, and raised his bare hands to straighten the neckline of Zhao Rong's shirt.

As if Zhao Qian'er didn't see the awkward atmosphere between the lady and the uncle, she took Zhao Rong's hand again, and said expectantly:
"Yeah, Brother Rong'er is right, Miss must believe it. By the way, Brother Rong'er, where shall we go to play today?"

Zhao Rong opened his eyes, glared at Xiao Qian'er who added fuel to the fire, and said angrily: "I've already said that I have something to do, where are you cool..."

The little girl interrupted suddenly, and asked curiously to Concubine Zhao Ling: "Miss, I went to wake Brother Rong Er up in the morning, what did he say in his sleep that he would never press your head again, um, what does this mean?"

"???" Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate fair face flushed, reddening to the base of her ears.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Facing the lady's eyes that seemed to be eating people, Zhao Rong grabbed Zhao Qian'er's little hand, pulled her curious face, and hurriedly fled outside the door, leaving a sentence:
"That... lady, it's urgent, I'm leaving first."

Zhao Qian'er looked at Zhao Rong pulling her hand happily, tilted her head and said, "Brother Rong'er, didn't you just tell me to keep me cool..."

Zhao Rong interrupted without turning his head: "Where it's cool, I'll accompany you there, just walk around."

He pulled the little girl and escaped from the sight of the cannibal lady.

Zhao Qian'er's peach blossom eyes were bent into crescent moons.

……

After half an hour.

In the east part of Duyou City, there is a bustling street full of cars, horses and pedestrians.

Outside a shop, Zhao Rong was alone, looking up at the sky from time to time.

Just after he left Qinglian House on Wutong Street with Zhao Qian'er, the little girl brought him to this 'cool place'...to go shopping with her for a while.

Zhao Rong was a little helpless, Qian'er said that he wanted to buy some things for going out, so he had to accompany him.

It's just that when the grand examination of etiquette is approaching, Brother Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall are hurrying up and preparing for the big departure, while he is leisurely shopping with his daughter.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but feel a little guilty, thinking about sending the little girl away quickly, and then going back to prepare for Feng Chan with all his strength.

At this moment, standing in this room, he thought it was gaudy, but the female monks patronized a lot of shops, and Zhao Rong did not accompany Zhao Qian'er in.

He turned his head and glanced at the door of the shop, but he still didn't see the slightest sign that Zhao Qian'er was about to come out, so he couldn't help but shook his head.

At this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar burly figure outside the door of a business opposite.

He fixed his eyes on that burly man, who is it but Gu Yiwu?
However, after seeing the scene in front of him clearly, the corners of Zhao Rong's eyes couldn't help twitching violently.

I saw that Gu Yiwu was hugging a beautiful woman with a slender waist, and walked out of the tall and magnificent shop opposite. Behind him, there was a shop manager in front of the door to see him off respectfully.

The burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came out with his arms around the thin-waisted woman. He was talking and laughing, and his hands were not very honest.

Zhao Rong was expressionless, and took a step back silently, intending to sneak into the shop, but immediately, Gu Yiwu didn't know what he was talking about with the beauty beside him, so he just laughed out loud, hugged the beauty, and passed by leisurely Come on.

For a moment, Gu Yiwu was taken aback.

The two hit each other's eyes...

The scene was very embarrassing.

　The last chapter is in, and it has been revised and submitted for review. It should be released in these two days...Damn it, you can’t even drive toy cars.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)