i have a sword fairy

Chapter 383 Zhao Rong rubs his finger, Qingdai sucks his finger—the most romantic song in the world from Nanshan

I can't eat this meal.

Xue Can and the others looked at the young Confucian scholar in front of them, and there was only one thought in their minds at this moment.

Their eyes were a little incredulous, and they wondered if they heard it wrong.

What?You told us not to give gifts in the first two things, and you said that you will invite this meal, everyone will go their own way, and you will do business when you turn around, and you will not go through the back door.

But now in the end, you still want to take the two top-quality beauties we sent as your own?

So what you mean is... I am a businessman, but I was reluctant to part with these two beauties, so I reluctantly accepted them, but we will still talk about each other later, I advise you not to be ignorant of compliments.

Xuecan and the others looked at Zhao Rong speechlessly.

However, before everyone on the field had time to fully digest Zhao Rong's unreasonable 'White Prostitution Declaration', the young Confucian scholar who was the focus of everyone's attention suddenly spoke again.

"Oh, by the way, I'm sorry, I didn't say this to you. They came up on their own initiative. It has nothing to do with you. Am I right?"

Zhao Rong smiled apologetically at Mu Jin and Li Mingyi, who looked at him and nodded.

Zhao Rong also nodded in satisfaction, "So, I should tell the two fairies."

He turned his head, turned to Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu, and said seriously, "Su Fairy, Luo Fairy."

The young Confucian student paused, smiling confidently: "I will support you."

The two girls had different expressions when they heard the words.

Luo Xiu looked up at Zhao Rong, his pupils shrank slightly, and he didn't reply.

Su Qingdai frowned slightly, put down her wine glass, and wanted to get up and say something.

"Snapped----!"

There was another clear and full-bodied crisp sound, and everyone in the hall on the first floor could feel the intensity of the plump tremor just by hearing this sound.

My heart trembled twice.

Good guy, you are merciless, palm to the flesh...Many people looked at Zhao Rong with wide eyes, and he slapped the 'original place' again, and he was looking at Su Qingdai with a smile.

"Disobedient again? Pour wine."

Su Qingdai's face was blushing, her movements froze in place, and she kept standing up with her waist bent and her buttocks slightly pouted.

And being beaten by the Destiny in full view...

Su Qingdai's two vermilion lips smeared with blood-red rouge opened and closed, and some crystal tears appeared in the corners of her almond eyes, reflecting the red candlelight in the hall.

She looked at Zhao Rong mournfully, and finally between her red and white lips, she squeezed out a sentence in shame and indignation:
"You...you, Zhao Ziyu, you bastard, you will raise me like this from now on? I...I don't like you anymore!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows like a sword, yo, have you bottomed out?
But at this time, he has to turn into a crazy, cool and domineering young man... he thought to himself.

I saw that Zhao Rong's face was calm, and he said slowly:

"Go back and take the little book and remember, the first family rule of my old Zhao's family is that if a girl is not good, she will be beaten..."

He didn't say the last two words, but he glanced lightly at a part of the beautiful Bingshan Fairy in the black dress in front of him that had been devastated.

Everyone understood in seconds, good guy, this rule, it sounds like a well-known and well-known family.

It's just a little girl with a puffed mouth pointing her lips with her index finger. Well, does our family still need this rule?I do not know how?
Of course, it is impossible for Zhao Rong to tell everyone, especially Xiaoqian'er, that this rule is being implemented for the first time, and it was just lip service before. After all, the old Zhao family now adds him, and there are only Qingjun, Xiaoxiao, and Qian'er. , Whoever spanks, Zhao Rong feels pain in his heart, how can he be willing to spank.

But well, the rules are gradually established, especially from zero to some, today's two slaps were very loud and comfortable, which can be regarded as a 'good start' for this Fairy Su.

Zhao Rong felt that it was very memorable.

His face was as usual, and his tone was domineering: "Don't cry."

Su Qingdai, who was caught and bullied by Zhao Rong to death, turned away her pretty face, looked sideways, and glared at him, "I won't!"

On her beautiful face, willow-leaf brows stood upright, teary eyes danced, but her lips were pouted unyieldingly, and a few strands of hair fell from her forehead, adding a bit of pitiful stubbornness to her face.

Yo, a little bit of a kick...that's more fun.

Zhao Rong immediately regained his energy, but he still kept an inscrutable chuckle on his face, and suddenly raised his hand.

Su Qingdai wanted to take a step back.

"Don't move." Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes.

Su Qingdai, who looked like an iceberg beauty with a natural and icy temperament, trembled her eyelashes, and her delicate body subconsciously paused.

Zhao Rong held her right cheek with his palm, but he didn't touch her to comfort her or wipe her tears away.

He stretched out an index finger, and pressed it against the right corner of Su Qingdai's flaming red lips amidst everyone's puzzled and curious eyes.

Then wiped it from right to left, across her pink, tender, moist and bright vermilion lips.

Get involved.

Zhao Rong's index finger was covered with bright red rouge with an unknown taste.

In Su Qingdai's tearful eyes.

Under the incomprehensible sight of everyone.

Zhao Rong lightly grabbed Su Qingdai's jade hand, stretched out the wide black sleeve of her left hand, and with his rouge-smeared index finger, wrote the words Rows of wet words full of rouge smell.

This is a pair of elegant cursive script that people can't help but look sideways at.

However, compared to this handsome calligraphy that makes the girls on the field feel that they are not human, what makes it even more difficult for them to look away is that someone's rouge-stained index finger gradually 'draws' a poem... word?

what is he writing
Su Qingdai thought that Zhao Rong was going to use the rouge on her lips to do something to despise her again, but what Su Qingdai didn't expect was that he suddenly became serious.

Well, when he was writing on the sleeve of her dress with his index finger that had stolen her rouge, all the expressions on his thin face suddenly subsided, and his temperament changed completely, just like the instinct he had cultivated for many years. I put my heart and soul into it.

The whole person was completely quiet.

Colleagues also fell into a brief silence on the field.

Su Qingdai bit her lip and looked at the side face of this young Confucian scholar who was extremely focused on writing. He had a straight nose and stared down at her sleeve without looking sideways.Where is the slightest frivolous temperament and aggressive eyes just now.

Most of the women on the field, including Su Qingdai, were delicate and sensitive. The sudden contrast in front of them made them a little dazed for a moment, and they couldn't help but look at Zhao Rong carefully.

Su Qingdai lowered her head slightly, her expression slightly stunned, "You... what are you doing?"

"Sapphire... case?"

Wearing a black dress, she stared at it immediately, and like everyone who came forward to watch, all eyes were attracted by the rows of sentences forming on the sleeves.

Su Qingdai whispered subconsciously: "The east wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows down...stars...stars are like rain...the fragrance of BMW carved cars fills the road. The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot... overnight , fish and dragon dance."

She paused, her voice lowered: "Moth Xueliu is a golden thread. The laughter is full of fragrance."

Listen to Su Qingdai's words, because Zhao Rong stopped writing here.

Gu Yiwu frowned slightly, "Ziyu is composing lyrics? Is there any more in Xia Que?"

He said so in his mouth, but when he looked at the poem, he shook his head, and the other students did the same, with a little puzzled expression on their faces, because there is really nothing to make Gu Yiwu think about most of the poems right now. Waiting for someone to have a bright spot.

It's just describing the lively scene of a bustling festival.

Among the people who gathered around to watch, there was a woman who knew poetry, Xianyueli, who loosened her brows, shook her head directly, and said bluntly:
"A night of fish and dragon dance? The words are quite beautiful, with thousands of flowers, trees, star rain... fireworks, rich imagination, but what else is there in this upper column other than exaggerating a lively scene? What are you writing, feel free Smear it on the sleeves of women's skirts."

Intimidated by the "lustful" power of a certain young Confucian scholar, although her voice was very small, it slipped into the ears of almost everyone present.

Xuecan and Mujin looked at each other, and they could see the helplessness in each other's eyes. This farce tonight...why doesn't this Mr. Zhao stop,

Su Qingdai glanced at Zhao Rong's focused and quiet side face again. His left hand was still holding onto her sleeve, but his writing right hand stopped and was dipping into a wine glass to wash his fingers.

Su Qingdai sighed softly, pulled her hand slightly, but did not break free, she pursed her lips, "Master Zhao, have you painted enough, I am really tired tonight..."

Just the next second, his voice came again.

"Borrow some more."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for her reaction, Zhao Rong raised his hand, and the index finger that was stained with alcohol 'stealed' some rouge, and continued to lower his head calmly.

and also?

The eyes of everyone on the field were helpless, and Su Qingdai was able to react. She just felt the smell of wine on her lips blooming in her taste buds.

Seeing Zhao Rong draw the last stroke with his index finger, he closed his hands and raised his head, looking at them quietly,

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

next second.

Everyone was engulfed in darkness.

Everything lost its light and was pitch black.

Everyone was startled and got up one after another, but all the sounds were swallowed by silence.

The calm faces of Mu Jin and Li Mingyi couldn't help becoming solemn.

While everyone was in shock, a gust of east wind came from nowhere and blew across the dark lobby of Zuixianlou with the windows closed.

In the endless darkness, countless lanterns appeared above the head, shaking by the east wind.

It seems that the thousand trees are blooming.

The fireworks are chaotic and falling down.

It was like the stars in the sky were blown down, like a shower of stars.

Gu Yiwu, Xuecan, Chen Er, and eighteen Xianyueli girls froze in place.

I just felt that the dark surroundings were lit up in an instant, those were falling stars, floating around everyone, forming a galaxy in the world.

And the center of this galaxy is...a stunning woman with a cold temperament and wearing a black dress, her left sleeve is now filled with the brightest stars in the night sky.

Her stunned and stunning face was brightly illuminated by the starlight.

Incomparably shining and eye-catching.

The eyes of Gu Yiwu, Xuecan and the others widened, but the previous Xianyueli girl who commented on the poems froze completely, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"The virtual and the real are reversed, the universe is reversed, and a small world is formed on its own... This... This is..." She took a few deep breaths, and slowly said the scene that she had only seen described in books, "This is... Nanshan Pin! "

"Mr. Zhao's poem is Nanshan Pin!"

These words were like thunder on the ground, resounding in everyone's ears.

The air in the lobby on the first floor suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

At this time, Su Qingdai only felt that she was in another world, and everyone around her disappeared.

She seemed to soar up and soar above the nine heavens, the starlight on the sleeve of her left hand poured out, and all the stars that leaked from the sleeve revolved around her.

The sound of fragrant cars and BMWs rang in my ears, all kinds of intoxicating aromas permeated my nostrils, and the melodious voice like a phoenix fluttered around.Fish and dragon-shaped lanterns are churning.

In this bustling and lively place, endless brilliance is circulating.

Su Qingdai stared blankly at the sudden scene around her.

Her eyes moved down slowly, and landed on the rouge-colored flowing cursive script on the left sleeve, and saw that the Confucian scholar who bullied her with a light smile just now, borrowed the blood-red rouge on her lips a few breaths ago, Added the last line of text on it to complete Xiaque.

"Moth snow willow golden strands. Laughing and whispering, go to...the crowd searched for him thousands of times...suddenly looking back, that person is...but in a dimly lit place."

This tall and cold fairy who was usually like an iceberg of thousands of years whispered her red lips, and slowly raised her head. Her clear pupils, like spots of paint, were now filled with the bustling and bright stars in front of her.

In front of him is the first-class bustle and bustle in the world, which is dizzying, just like the first half of this brand new Nanshan song "Sapphire Case".

But in the second half of the sentence, there is a twist, especially the last sentence, which is like a finishing touch...

"I... my true son... I look for him in the crowd... thousands of Baidu..." Su Qingdai, whose eyes were lost in the bustling noise, shrank her pupils and her long eyelashes trembled.

The next moment she suddenly looked back.

There is not a single star behind him, but in the dim peripheral light from the bright and lively starlight in front of him, there is a lonely figure of a young Confucian scholar, with his eyes lowered quietly, and his head lowered to wash the rouge on his fingertips.

The bustle or silence at the moment seems to have nothing to do with him.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong raised his head and looked at her with a smile: "I was dumbfounded again."

Su Qingdai, who stood there dumbfounded, suddenly woke up.

Her chest rose and fell violently, and she took a deep breath.

All of a sudden, the vision of the stars and fish-dragon dancing in the audience rapidly contracted around her.

If someone who is good at watching qi stands above Xingzi Lake and looks down at this huge painting boat named Zuixianlou, he will find that with the painting boat as the center, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a few miles around has undergone violent fluctuations, and immediately the spiritual energy of heaven and earth There was a brief thinning!
The vision caused by Nanshan's "Sapphire Case" disappeared without a trace in less than half a breath.

The hall of Zuixianlou seems to have returned to its original appearance.

However, since then, the world has lost the most romantic Nanshan poem written with women's rouge.

There is one more female Taoist cultivator in the Tianzhi realm.

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PS: Well, there is another chapter, no pigeons... pigeons are puppies!

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