i have a sword fairy

Chapter 369 Bright moonlight in front of the bed, shoes on the floor ____ pair

The little Qian'er who was touched on the head only wished that she hadn't grown taller, like her own lady, so the scoundrel would not be able to touch her head while sitting.

But in this way, the most comfortable height difference between her and Zhao Rong will be sacrificed.

Because now she throws herself into Zhao Rong's arms, she can be in the most comfortable position, although she has to tiptoe when doing certain things...

Right now, the little girl's little head is full of wild thoughts, because she has more important things to do.

Zhao Qian'er suddenly grabbed Zhao Rong's sleeve lightly, bowed her head in silence for a moment, and whispered softly:

"You want to put me first... Well, then you can write me a song now. Qian'er doesn't have to be too nice, as long as it's written by you, I like it."

Looking at the shy little girl, Zhao Rong pondered, "Do you really want me to write?"

Zhao Qian'er turned her face away, and nodded her delicate chin reservedly.

On the side of her face, there is still a little baby fat, white and smooth, Zhao Rong really wants to pinch it hard, um, pinching it should make you cry for a long time, right?

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled, took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, and started writing.

Zhao Qian'er, who didn't know that her face was 'dangerous', had been paying attention to him from the corner of her eye. Seeing that Zhao Rong finally let go of writing, she also let out a sigh of relief.

Zhao Qian'er smiled slightly, and walked aside, ready to pour him a cup of tea to moisten his throat, but in the next second, Zhao Rong's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Okay, you're done."

Zhao Qian'er was taken aback for a moment, and when she looked back, she saw Zhao Rong who was smiling and writing. He was bending over and blowing on the rice paper with a few new lines of ink.

Under the light, the wet ink on the paper was slightly dazzling from her perspective, but it was not real.

"Brother Rong, are you so fast?"

Zhao Qian'er covered her slightly opened mouth with her right hand, why did she feel that he came out within seven breaths?
She looked around at the students around, most of them were thinking hard, it was already two sticks of incense time, and they hadn't finished a poem yet...

"What do you think? Let me tell you, stupid girl, seven steps into a poem is not enough to look at in front of me. Brother Rong, I call it seven breaths into a poem, and it counts the time to roll up your sleeves. Every extra breath counts as me." lose."

Another serious piece of bullshit from someone.

Zhao Qian'er was taken aback when she heard that.

The students around heard the words: "..."

Today, Zhao Rong, who was dressed as a young man in white, threw the flowing turban headband behind his head, stood in front of the table, with his hands behind his back, his head raised, and his posture was chic.

He ignored the mournful gazes cast by Gu Yiwu and others, but turned his pretty face towards everyone, and at the same time looked sideways at the slightly surprised little girl, and blinked.

It's not my fault, it's their fault, it's too late.

"Seven breaths make poetry..." Zhao Qian'er murmured, her eyes full of curiosity, she hurried to the table.

The last time when Zhao Rong was fooled into writing her a "birthday poem" in the Duke's Mansion of Great Chu, the scene that made Zhao Qian'er's heart tremble after the poem was completed is still vivid in my memory.

But this time... Huh, it seems to be a five-character quatrain?

She rested her hands on the edge of the table, fixed her eyes on the verses on the paper, and murmured subconsciously:

"Bright moonlight in front of the bed? Well, bright moonlight in front of the bed...shoes on the ground...three pairs of shoes...raise your head to look at my uncle, lower your head to help...help miss."

"...Help Miss?!"

The little girl who tilted her head read further, the voiceless sound became weaker and weaker, and at the end, she simply fell silent, lightly ah Tankou, the expression on her little face froze.

She stared wide-eyed at this five-character poem, which became more and more wrong the more she read it... No, it's clearly a doggerel!

Moonlight in front of the bed, three pairs of shoes on the ground.Look up at the aunt, and lower your head to help the lady.

Zhao Qian'er's small face flushed with a blush to the base of her ears, as if she had applied rouge and kneaded it evenly, it was brilliant.

"Cough cough." Zhao Rong coughed twice, pointed to his mouth, and gestured to her to lower his voice.

He looked around, fortunately, everyone was doing their own business and no one was paying attention here.

What Zhao Rong didn't expect was that after seeing this gesture, the little girl's face became even more flushed, as if... she misunderstood its meaning.

Zhao Qian'er was instantly ashamed, her tender body threw herself forward, her two lotus arms lay sideways, and quickly covered the weird poem with overlapping ones.

Covered tightly, airtight.

The little girl first buried her head between the lotus root arms as if she was ashamed to death, then raised her little head suddenly, her peach blossom eyes were wide open, and she stared straight at Brother Rong, and the two small canine teeth between her pink lips were also exerting force grinding.

creak creak-

Zhao Qian'er had a vicious look of 'you see if I eat or not, you're done'.

Zhao Rong blinked, but there was an innocent look on his face.

What more do you say?Why doesn't this son understand anything?

Zhao Qian'er was even more ashamed, her small breasts rose and fell.

Just like when you were a child, you not only broke the [-]th line of the female tablemate, but also accidentally kissed her small mouth, and ended up looking disgusted earlier than her, um, you are going to be accused of going to the teacher kind……

The movement between the two immediately caused many students in Zhengyi Hall to look at them curiously. Alas, Mr. Zhao and Fairy Qian'er are making such a fuss again?
At this moment, Zhao Qian'er wished she could find a hole in the ground and get into it, how dare she let the doggerel under her arm see a little bit of light.

She was still ignorant of some things before.

It's just that in the middle of the night, I dreamed about what to do with Brother Rong Er in the bed, and then fell asleep with a happy smile, always separated by a hazy veil.

Before returning to the Duke's Mansion to accompany the young lady to hold her wedding at the beginning of the year, she and Concubine Zhao Ling also took a class on the weirdness of the boudoir with the door closed.

In fact, the little girl is smart and agile, she knows a little more than Concubine Zhao Ling, but only a little more, and she can roughly understand what they are talking about.Well, isn't it the basic principle of the sword and the scabbard? It's too simple, too simple.Her cognition is limited to the simple and normal category.

However, if Zhao Rong is also a decent person, then it must be fine, everyone is on the same level, but it is a pity that someone was a young man of the new era in his previous life and awakened advanced thinking...

Therefore, Zhao Qianer is actually a pure little white flower, only seeing the sword and scabbard on the surface, but her understanding of the sword style has not yet reached the state of perfection, and she suddenly realized that every move in daily life is actually swordsmanship...

Right now, the little girl only has a trembling thought in her mind like a thunderbolt from the blue, she is so ashamed, but... she can still play like this!

She felt that there was a swish in front of her eyes, and the door to the new world was opened by Brother Smelly Rong'er. The violent wind and rain came roaring inside, the kind that wanted to blow Zhao Qian'er away. The wind speed was too fast. Her sword riding the wind I can't hold back...

Looking back at this doggerel now, she feels that the first sentence of the first reading is so beautiful that she can't bear to look directly at it.

You must know that Mingyue has always referred to the latter among her, Brother Rong, and Miss.

Concubine Zhao Ling is the bright moon in Zhao Qian'er's heart, and brother Rong'er is the sun.

As for the three pairs of shoes in the second sentence...

At this moment, Zhao Qian'er couldn't think about it anymore, she was so ashamed and angry, Ruo Ruo... It would be fine if the three of them just hid under the bed and slept, but what the hell is it to look up at the uncle and bow down to help the miss? ? ?

Brother Ronger obviously wrote it from her tone and perspective, she is the heroine in the poem, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooBow your head to help her?You put this together to eat sugar cane.

Wait, Zhao Qian'er opened her eyes, and realized later.

She finally knew what it meant when Brother Rong misunderstood her as a young lady and promised not to touch your head, co-authored that young lady was bullied by you that night!

The little girl was shocked by this new set of swordsmanship practiced by Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling.

Wuwuwu, I know how to bully people, I don’t know how many lifetimes of enemies, I have bullied her and the young lady since I was a child, Wuwu, the young lady knows how to obey you, I, I...I don’t, and dare to Press my head, I, I will give you a whole mouthful, leave nothing...

Xiaoqian'er was extremely wronged when Zhao Rong bullied her with doggerel, and then became vicious for a while.

She pursed her mouth and stared at him angrily, thinking of these painful things in her little mind 'viciously'.

Zhao Rong, who was next to her, saw that she was sharpening her two small canine teeth while showing a cannibalistic look, as if sharpening a knife to watch a sheep, which made people stand in disbelief.

He glanced at the poem that was hidden by the little girl and just wrote for fun, and suddenly felt that it was cool.

In fact, Zhao Qian'er was not willing to hurt him even the slightest bit, she regarded Brother Rong'er more than anyone else's treasure in her heart, but the little girl didn't want him to not cherish her and the young lady in the future and bully him at will, but she was afraid that Brother Rong'er would be unhappy.

Zhao Qian'er was ashamed, bit her lip and stared at the apologetic Zhao Rong in front of her eyes, feeling sorry for herself.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, glanced at her face embarrassedly, and said tentatively: "Ahem, brother Ronger is wrong, stop joking."

The little girl ignored him and stared at him for a while.

Zhao Rong felt even more guilty.

At the corner of the hall on the first floor of the Zuixian Tower, Zhao Qian'er suddenly used her late-stage sword cultivator in the Grand Virtue Realm to confiscate the obscure doggerel on the table with lightning speed.

This is not a doggerel, this is clearly butter...

She glared at Zhao Rong, feeling her cheeks were extremely hot, and her brows were erected, "This song is nothing, you are not allowed to think about it!"

Zhao Rong nodded quickly.

Very obedient.

Before, he didn't know that Xiaoqian'er had such a big reaction, he thought she couldn't understand, so he wrote it to tease her...it was careless.

The little girl glanced at him, and snorted softly. It seems that for the big pig's hooves, it is better to do both soft and hard. Isn't it good to scare him like this?

She pointed to the table, turned her face, and ordered: "Well, write another one, and write this one seriously."

Zhao Qian'er moved away from the seat in front of the table.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to go to the table again, rolled up his sleeves, "Do you want another one? Cough cough, fine."

He looked at the white paper, thought for a while, and then picked up the pen and ink.

After seven more breaths, he put down the brush.

Zhao Qian'er looked at the poems on the table vigilantly, and frowned slightly.

There is no vision of entering the product, and it is butter again?
She looked again, and murmured:

"Bright moonlight in front of the bed... two pairs of shoes on the ground... one pair of golden lotus... one pair of embroidered flowers."

Zhao Rong sighed, "I'm satisfied with this."

Zhao Qian'er looked down at her embroidered shoes, and the style of shoes that the lady likes to wear appeared in her mind again. The lady has small feet and likes to wear golden lotus, but it is not the three inches in the bad habit, but the right size, the lady's golden lotus The shoes are really nice.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, "That's about the same."

Zhao Rong muttered in a low voice: "I'm barefoot, who wears shoes when a serious person goes to bed after bathing?"

Zhao Qian'er: "..."

In fact, what Zhao Rong wants to say is, where are his shoes for the previous "three pairs of shoes"... Ahem, so in the poem just now, there are actually more than three people... But I must not remind this little girl .

Zhao Qian'er pretended to be angry, "I don't want this song anymore."

Seeing this, Zhao Rong had no choice but to nod. "It's all up to you."

She added: "But you have to write one more."

Zhao Rong frowned, and muttered, "Didn't you like everything I wrote?"

Zhao Qian'er lowered her eyes and said softly, "The first thing to do is to write it carefully and hand it in. Don't mess around. I'm going to subdue that Luoxiu."

Zhao Rong became quiet, sighed, and nodded.

But he didn't move any more, but pointed to the doggerel on the table 'Two Pairs of Shoes', and said casually, "Just hand in this one."

"Huh? This one?" Zhao Qian'er was curious.

Zhao Rong nodded, "That's it."

He took a few more glances at the still ink-stained 'two pairs of shoes' limerick, and nodded firmly again, "It's very literary."

"..." Zhao Qian'er.

Limerick, why don't you put it here?

But after taking a serious look at Zhao Rong's expression, the little girl didn't say anything more.

She narrowed her eyes and nodded slightly, "Okay, but if it's useless, then in the future..."

Zhao Qian'er paused, glanced at someone, and stopped talking.

Zhao Rong couldn't help answering, "Then what's going to happen in the future?"

The little girl had no expression on her face, "Don't think about putting a few pairs of shoes on the ground in the future. One pair will not work."

Someone who likes bare feet couldn't help but twitched violently at the corners of his eyes.

Not long after, on the stage in the center of the hall, the three pillars of incense were finally burned, and the sound of the piano also fell leisurely.

The lobby on the first floor of Zuixian Tower became noisy again.

Everyone began to submit poems one after another...

　Brothers, stop scolding, stop scolding, Xiao Rong is already stupid...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)