i have a sword fairy

Chapter 389 Is It Because She Looks Like Qing Jun? (Thanks to the leader of the good brother 'Uncle Yong' for the reward!)

It is different from Qing Jun's icy muscles and bones, cool and sweatless.

Little Qian'er sweats easily.

Zhao Rong hugged her on the Xinghe Ancient Road before, and the latter drank honey water on tiptoe. After a while, the tip of her delicate nose was inlaid with crystals of fragrant sweat, and then Zhao Rong grinned and rubbed her big nose with her big nose for a long time. Wipe off Xiaoqian'er's sweat...

Right now, the two of them were holding hands, and on the way back to the third floor, some little girl's sweat was covered between their big and small hands.

Xiao Qian'er silently took out a new handkerchief. It turned out that the handkerchief that had been with her for a long time was left on the boat.

Xiaoqian'er lowered her head, grabbed Zhao Rong's big hand, first wiped his palm with a handkerchief, squinted her peach blossom eyes, and was careful and gentle.

Zhao Rong turned around suddenly and said seriously: "Ahem, stupid girl, why do you have so much water, you squeeze it all out."

As soon as the discussion was over, Zhao Qian'er was a little silent. How could Zhao Rong not notice her own second wife, but it was difficult to speak, and at this time she was thinking of a crooked way to provoke her to talk.

"Water...a lot of water, don't you like it?" Xiao Qian'er looked at his big hand.

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

Xiaoqian'er muttered again: "Didn't you say that girls are made of water? If Qian'er has a lot of water, then she is more girly. Water is gentle but not contentious, meticulous, tolerant and generous...how wonderful ah."

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, it turned out that he had misunderstood, and he had to reflect.

Qian'er has never taught him personally before, so he doesn't know much about this kind of thing, well, except for the occasional tiger and wolf talk.

Zhao Rong shook his head at this time, "Too much water is not good, because you are not ordinary water, you are made of vinegar."

As the words fell, he grabbed Qian'er's small hand and put it in front of his nose. The tip of his nose lightly touched her delicate palm.

The little girl looked up at him who was sniffing her palm, with a soft voice, and an unconscious smile on the corner of her mouth, "Damn it, you're messing around again."

After speaking, she looked left and right at the stairway.

It was also the place where Zhao Rong bullied her and studied a hundred kneading methods of small dough.

The same position, the same stinky Ronger brother.

Zhao Rong sniffed, nodded, and sighed, "It's definitely made of vinegar."

"I hate it!" Xiao Qian'er withdrew her hand, slapped him on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Zhao Rong leaned forward, hugged her from behind, buried her head in the thin neck of the beautiful woman in her arms, amidst the fragrance and blue hair, said softly:

"Why are you unhappy again?"

"Not unhappy."

"Um, you are brother Rong'er's pistachio, I don't know if you are happy or not?"

"Well."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, bit his little ear which was close at hand, and imitated her, "Well."

"It's annoying, it's itchy, don't bite." Xiao Qian'er blushed and said softly.

"Speak quickly." Zhao Rong tortured to extract a confession.

Xiaoqian'er was quiet for a while, and said in a low voice, "I don't like to see you defile yourself and act like a bad person. My sweetheart is treated like this by others... I want to cut their eyes with a swing, and use my magical powers to cut off all love for you." bias……"

Zhao Rong was also quiet for a while, he suddenly let go and turned around, walked to the window at the stairway, raised his hand to shut out the night and the evening wind.

The little girl has a watery and sweaty physique, and just now he sweated a little on her neck, and was blown by the autumn evening wind...

Although Zhao Rong knew that Xiaoqian'er's Grand Virtue Sword Cultivator physique was not afraid at all, but he just didn't want her to be uncomfortable and a little sad.

Zhao Qian'er turned her head in a daze, watching Brother Rong'er close the window under the moonlight, her heart warmed up, she couldn't help but stepped forward, just wanted to hug him, forever.

As soon as Zhao Rong turned around, he was hugged tightly by the little girl. He raised his hand and touched her head, feeling some kind of extremely hot love and dependence.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly said:
"Do you not like Su Qingdai?"

Xiaoqian'er nodded.

"why."

"No reason, just don't like her."

Hearing the little girl's angry words, and being hugged tightly by her, Zhao Rong didn't let his hands rest.

He found that Xiaoqian'er was indeed petite, but she was very comfortable to hold, like a delicate and small doll, with slender arms and legs, and seemed to be able to manipulate and control it at will, so it could make a man arouse a strong desire for protection.

Make people hurt her.

Zhao Rong is no exception, or rather, he has loved her since he was a child, um, except for those few years when he was a nerd.

At this time, he rested his chin on Xiaoqian'erxiang's shoulder, stroked her slender back and slender waist with his palm, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Is it because she looks like Lord Qing?"

Zhao Qian'er stopped talking.

She doesn't like Su Qingdai.

It was like this from the first sight, not because of Su Qingdai's domineering group of people on the Xinghe Ancient Road, and was dragged out of the way by Brother Rong.

Rather, her temperament is too much like a young lady.

In other words, in the eyes of many men, Su Qingdai and her own lady are the same type of goddess.

The proud daughter of the heavens, a stunning fairy, but she doesn't pretend to talk to men.

Like an ice lotus, it can be seen from a distance but not played with.

They are all unattainable iceberg fairies.

Of course, this is from the perspective of some men looking up, the two seem to be the same.

After all, if you stand at the foot of the mountain and look at the world's highest mountain, there is almost no difference from the world's tenth highest mountain.
But in Xiao Qian'er's eyes, Miss and Su Qingdai are of course different.

My young lady is the No. 1 of the younger generation who ranks first in Taiqing Mansion and even Wangque Island, and she is also a female swordsman.

And Su Qingdai is just an iceberg fairy on this mere mountain. Although she is far away, she is at least well-known in several countries around her.

It can be seen from the cultivation base and age.

The first five realms of human Taoist cultivators and sword cultivators are climbing to the sky, Fuyao, Haoran, Tianzhi, and Jindan.

Su Qingdai, a Taoist cultivator in her twentieth year, only tonight with the help of Brother Rong raised her hand and wrote a few lines, well, it is a great opportunity to directly cross a realm and enter Tianzhi for the first time.

And my young lady, seventeen this year, a sword cultivator at the peak of the Grand Virtue Realm, if not for some reasons, she would have already achieved her will.

But even at the peak of the Grand Virtue Realm, she has a pure sword heart and a first-class flying sword, and she is not comparable to a Taoist cultivator of the Tianzhi Realm who was not born in the great immortal family.

What is Tianjiao?Not only is it invincible on the same border, but it can also kill people across borders...

In short, Su Qingdai is more like Concubine Zhao Ling who had not yet come to Taiqing Mansion, Ziqi Pavilion.

In addition, other aspects of Miss are even more good in Xiaoqian'er's heart, and she is the bright moon in her heart.

The lady doesn't pretend, she is calm and cold, she really has nothing to say to other people, and her mind is clear.

simple.

Her arrogance is the arrogance in her bones, not the deliberate arrogance of belittling others, but the arrogance of believing that she can become better, always improving herself, always going up, and not colluding with the world and the common people.

So in the Taiqing Mansion, the young lady is not compared with others, but everyone is compared with the young lady.

For example, that Ji Ganyi, that Liu Kongyi, and many other talents from the Four Houses.

The young lady doesn't compare her sweetheart with other women, she just likes Brother Rong, and it has been like this since she was a child, and Brother Rong is her favorite.

No matter what others say, how you look at it, how you compare.

Those people in the world who like to compare, the result of the comparison is not what the lady wants.

In the words of the young lady, if you have to compare your sweetheart to find out who is the best, is it the number one man in the world, you have to match the number one woman, and the second man has to match the second woman , in turn.What else do people in the world want to do with emotion?
Therefore, Xiaoqian'er and Miss never cared what the fellow disciples in the current Taiqing mansion thought of Brother Rong'er, and how they compared him with other men in the mansion.Well, well, Miss is like this, and Xiao Qian'er still can't help but listen, as long as she hears someone saying bad things about Brother Rong'er, she will beat him up...

If Zhao Rong at this time knew what Zhao Qian'er was thinking, he would definitely smile.

Because it was the same at the Nuanxi Yaji in Taiqing Mansion last time, he wanted to be a one-word teacher, 'shock' everyone, and improve his wife's face, but He Qingjun complained to him a little bit, telling him not to It can be compared with others, they are young couples living their own lives, why do they care about other people's opinions, and they are not living for others.

Zhao Rong was very helpless at that time, my lady, you are so pure-hearted and immortal, how can I make my son-in-law twist my mouth?

Well, if you hadn't told me quietly to ask me to kiss you, my husband would have thought that you were really the Nine Heavens Xuannv who descended from the moon palace and would not eat the fireworks of the world...

So Zhao Rong felt that being the husband of such a fairy-like Qingjun, the days of not being able to twist his mouth were really boring and boring...

Zhao Qian'er didn't reply, but lowered her eyes and said:
"The first time I saw her, she looked arrogant and cold, as if no one looked down on her, but just now in Zuixian Tower, she sat on your lap impolitely, and she was shameless... Smearing saliva indiscriminately, pretending to be cold, seducing men like a vixen,
"When we go back to the room, what will happen to Fairy Su? Brother Rong, could it be that she knelt down and called your master as we joked before, heh, the fairy is really good at playing now."

Zhao Rong rubbed his chin, "Hiss, I'm looking forward to it when you say that."

The pouting little Qian'er suddenly became anxious, "Brother Rong'er, don't you men really like this kind of woman? You despise yourself, and you don't clean yourself at all!"

Zhao Rong pretended to frown and thought for a while, then teased the little jealous jar seriously and said:

"Hey, I can't say that. Think about it. Fairy Su didn't know me when we met for the first time on the ancient Xinghe Road. Maybe she was rushing to the Zuixian Tower to find the real emperor. Uh, how could I have thought of it? The ordinary passer-by A who passed by with raglan shoulders, ahem, this son, is her true son.

"It's really saponification.

"So it's normal for Fairy Su to be a little offended at the time. Well, she recognized me later. After all, she has the air of a sage and is the real son of a noble person in her life. Fairy Su is like seeing an idol she worships. She must put everything on airs. down.

"It's not enough to say that she is contemptible. After all, your brother Rong'er's handsome appearance and outstanding talent are placed here. How can that woman stand up to it? So she will inevitably be a little silly, cough, cough, not even my fingers." Let it go. Understandable, understandable.

"We don't need to have any prejudice against her. I will try her depth when I go back later."

Little Qian'er's peach blossom eyes widened, she hurriedly tiptoed, pinched Zhao Rong's face with two small hands, and pressed down the corners of his raised mouth.

Zhao Rong suddenly became embarrassed.

"You're not allowed to cock, you're not allowed to laugh, and you're not allowed to test her depth. Brother Rong, you...you, you can't think like this!" The little girl's tone was fierce and domineering.

"why?"

"There's no reason, just... just don't think like that. Don't bother with her in the future." Xiaoqian'er's pursed mouth can hold an oil bottle.

"Well, there is no reason, then I refuse."

"Ah, no, you have to listen to Qian'er about this matter, Qian'er won't hurt you, how can I hurt you, I can't wait to show you my heart, heartbroken man, why can't you listen to Qian'er What about..." Xiaoqian'er tried her best to put on a stern face, her tone was stubborn, but in fact she was on the verge of crying.

In fact, she was very afraid that the man's empathy described in some books would happen to Brother Rong.

Su Qingdai is like her own lady, and Brother Rong is likely to be a woman who likes the temperament of a lady - cold and beautiful, she is indifferent to other men, but she is special to him alone, like a soft finger, Gentle and accommodating.

Xiaoqian'er felt that many men followed suit.

So she was afraid that Brother Rong'er would have some affection transference.

A new woman can bring him a different sense of freshness, but Rong Er and her and Miss have been getting along together since childhood, and they are tired of being together. Although the relationship is strong, they are old couples and have long been used to each other.

Although the love is there, it no longer exists in the form of burning hot, but has turned into a more solid spring rain to nourish the other party's heart, moistening things silently.

But how many men can keep their hearts, suppress restless desires, and stop touching things that can bring freshness.

Besides, Su Qingdai is different from her own lady.

Miss, she and Rong'er brother want to live a good life, after all, they are in the position of loving and respecting each other.

And Su Qingdai throws herself into her arms, and sucks her fingers actively. For Brother Rong Er, she doesn't know whether it is intentional or not. She is in a weak position where the weak depend on the strong.

Su Qingdai looked at Brother Rong from the perspective of admiration and worship from the bottom up, and got along with him.

And Brother Rong must be able to feel it during the short time they get along.

Even though the young lady and her, seeing Rong Erge always looked at him with admiration from the bottom of his heart, he thoughtfully gave him a sense of pride as a manly husband, and never let him down.

But how can it compare to the sense of control and conquest and pride and self-confidence that Su Qingdai's natural weakness can bring to Brother Rong.

This is also the reason why many men in the book change their hearts.

Xiaoqian'er is naturally sensitive, and feels that Su Qingdai is probably blindly poisoning.

So I'm still scared.

When she went down the mountain, while protecting Brother Rong, she wanted to protect him for the young lady and herself.

At this time, looking at the calm Zhao Rong, Zhao Qian'er took a deep breath, her eyes were firm, and her pink lips squirmed.

"Is it because she looks like Lord Qing?" Zhao Rong suddenly asked again.

The little girl looked at him for a while, then turned her face away.

"Hmm." The nasal voice was soft.

The young Confucian scholar nodded, "That's right, I think so too, so I have to try her depth."

On the dimly lit stairway, his expression was a little hard for Xiao Qian'er to see clearly.

Zhao Rong's tone was calm:

"Li Mingyi, or the people behind, specially chose a woman who looks like Qing Jun and gave it to me. They are...

"Knock the mountain and shake the tiger."

Zhao Qian'er was taken aback.

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PS: Thanks to the good brother 'Uncle Yong (One)' for the two consecutive leader rewards!Well, I still owe my brother an update... Thank you brother for supporting Jianniang, I really appreciate it.

　The state is a bit poor. . .The code is a bit uncomfortable.

　　In the past, Xiao Rong relied on sleeping to solve the problem, but from yesterday to now, he tried several times to no avail...

　　This chapter is the update at [-]:[-] yesterday, so I won’t be googling, uh, Xiaorong also remembered today’s update, but the flag will not be set, and the quality (moisture) must be guaranteed, and it will be posted after coding.

　　
　
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