i have a sword fairy

Chapter 603

Zhao Rong returned to the bamboo forest courtyard with 'two bright moons within reach'.

Along the familiar road, he passed the small courtyard in the bamboo forest that was attacked, crossed the creek bridged by blue stones, and walked towards the elegant courtyard in his memory.

Getting closer and closer.

Zhao Rong actually felt a little scared.

Like... close to the hometown.

The surrounding bamboo forest yards have long since been emptied, and now it is late at night, and there is a continuous darkness.

But from afar, he saw that the lights in the elegant courtyard of his house were still on. In this dark and cold night, this light was very conspicuous.

Zhao Rong rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Kneaded again.

It may be because I got used to the darkness along the way, and suddenly felt that the light was a bit dazzling.

It's like...a lighthouse on a dark shoreline, guiding some night-goers.

When he got close to the last corner, Zhao Rong's footsteps unknowingly slowed down, or rather... lightened.

I am afraid that the fallen leaves under my feet will make too much noise.

He wants to walk more slowly.

But no matter how slow it is, it's still there.

Zhao Rong stopped at the corner, lowered his head and tried to find something.

The parting book is still there.

Quietly among the fallen leaves.

He has a good memory and it's not in the same place as it used to be.

But Zhao Rong wasn't sure if it was blown by the autumn wind, or if it was picked up and put back.

He picked it up, looked at it carefully, and put it back in his sleeve.

Taking a deep breath, he left the corner and walked towards the door.

The elegant courtyard was silent, and the east wing, west wing, and the three rooms in the back kitchen were lit up, but there was no sound.

In all directions, there are only the rustling sound of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and the occasional chirping of insects in the grass in the distance.

Zhao Rong stopped again in front of the door.

After thinking about it, he first put away two Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers.

Then the hand goes up and down, and up again.

In the end, the palm of his hand stopped in front of the doorknob, hanging in the air for a long time without moving.

Inside the door... what are they doing?Are you asleep?still out...

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes, then withdrew his hand.

Hovering in front of the courtyard gate, he clenched his fist in one hand and clasped his palm in the other, wandering back and forth a few times, trying to keep his footsteps as light as possible.

"What are you doing?" Gui Wuyu asked.

"Are you going to sleep? Or don't wake them up..." he said.

"The light is on, sleep with a hammer, even if you fall asleep, you will fall asleep after waiting, you wake up quickly, or put on some clothes, so that others don't catch cold lying on the table..." Gui wanted to give him a punch , just came here after jumping and running down the mountain like a child, why are you scared again?

Zhao Rong frowned, "Gui, something is wrong with you, why did you talk to them so kindly, didn't you still..."

"I am happy, and you should avoid changing the subject in a skeptical tone, are you scared..."

Zhao Rong choked, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "What is changing the subject, isn't it just to open the door? What's so scary about your own door? Look at me..."

Gui seemed to be in disbelief, feeling that he must back down halfway, chuckled and muttered: "Then you come..."

He gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the doorknob, "Wait..."

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the courtyard door.

The voices of the two disappeared immediately, Zhao Rong opened his eyes and had no time to react, the door was pulled open from inside with a "squeak".

Before he could retract his hand, a tall figure of a woman appeared inside the door.

The person who opened the door was Qingjun.

Looking up, she is wearing a lotus white high-waisted skirt, three thousand blue silk coiled up into a young woman's temples, a purple jade hairpin inlaid with pearls is inserted obliquely, and she is stepping on a pair of soft-soled pearl embroidered shoes. He couldn't even put down his sleeves, as if he had just been doing housework, and there were still some wet stains on his cheeks.

Faced with his own wife who suddenly came to open the door when he sensed the movement, Zhao Rong was stunned.

Zhao Lingfei also looked at him blankly.

The two were separated by a short threshold, the light was a little dim, and the moonlight fell on each other's face.

One person outside the door, one person inside the door, they were silent for a while.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth, trying to explain something a little stiffly.

Concubine Zhao Ling had already spoken first:
"Are you back?" The voiceless voice was soft, but it was actually more like a statement, "Wash your hands, and the meal will be ready later."

As she said that, she held the courtyard door with her hand, looked left and right behind him who was empty and deserted, lowered her eyes, lightly brushed her temples, and let him in sideways.

This scene is like a good wife and loving mother who is thrifty and thrifty in an ordinary farmer's family at the foot of the mountain. She opens the door to her husband who has returned from a busy day and speaks in a soft voice.

Everything is flat.

There is no romance, no passion, only a thing called life.

I'm back... Well, wash your hands, the meal is almost ready...

Just a few words, listening to the ears, it seems that the tiredness of the whole day has been eliminated.

Suddenly, I really want to eat dinner made by her...he thought to himself.

Facing the woman who told him to wash his hands and eat, Zhao Rong slowly closed his mouth and pursed his lips. The thousands of words and heartfelt words that he wanted to say just now all turned into a simple sentence:

"okay."

Without saying a word, Zhao Rong stepped over the threshold and returned to the courtyard of his home.

With a sound of 'squeak', Concubine Zhao Ling gently covered the courtyard door and did not close it completely. Zhao Rong didn't care. After entering the courtyard door, she looked around and found that Xiaoqian'er was poking her head out of the west wing to look at them. Seeing him coming in, she hurried to pour hot water for him and prepare a towel to wash his hands. She should have been eavesdropping just now.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip lightly, turned around and left the courtyard gate, turned her head and saw his eyes couldn't help but look at her attire again, and explained: "I saw Mr. Zhu and Mr. Yan have left, thinking about what you said this morning, tomorrow will We should leave too, so we just want to clean up these few rooms. After all, we are borrowing someone else's house to live temporarily. Although we don't know if the original owner will come back, we still have to clean up before we leave... "

Zhao Rong nodded, no wonder I saw the houses in the elegant yard brightly lit from a long distance ago, it turned out that they were busy...

"Wait."

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stopped him, came to her husband, tentatively stretched out her slender hand, but paused halfway, but seeing that Zhao Rong had no other reaction, she continued to stretch out her hand, pinching his waist with green fingers. Clothes are wet and wet.

The woman did not look at the strange little sachet that was given by someone not far from her husband's waist.

"It's all wet... You have to take a bath first, ask Qian'er to bring you hot water, and then quickly change into dry clothes, or you will catch a cold... There is still some wormwood in the kitchen, I will ask Qian'er to put some in later Get into the bucket and give you a bath, you are about to take off this wet clothes."

She frowned slightly, babbled a few words to herself, rolled up her sleeves a bit, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen with lotus steps. .

Zhao Rong nodded blankly, "Okay."

From the beginning to the end, the woman who married the bamboo horse never asked what the bamboo horse's husband had done all day outside, so he came home wet and sweaty.

"Brother Ronger~" Not long after, the little Qian'er who was preparing the hot water couldn't help being lonely, and ran out of the house, holding Zhao Rong's arm with both hands, happily turning around twice, and said some witty words to him, Just like Concubine Zhao Ling, she didn't ask him at all what he had been doing outside all day and came home so late, and she didn't even ask him about his messy and wet appearance.

Zhao Rong smiled and replied a few words, rubbed her cute head that was leaning forward, and was pushed into the bathroom by the little girl with both hands.

After a while, Zhao Rong had no choice but to drive away Xiaoqian'er who wanted to help him rub his back, and she went out with the clothes basket in her arms.

Zhao Rong stretched his muscles and bones in the tub filled with mist, and spread his hands on the edge of the tub covered with hot towels.

He didn't like the feeling that his skin was in contact with the cold water on the wall of the wooden barrel when he took a bath. It was a small habit he had had for a long time, so the little Qian'er who was familiar with him carefully put a towel for him before leaving, so that he could lie down more comfortably.

Zhao Rong looked up at the sky, as if in a daze for a while.

In the fog, I couldn't see his expression clearly.

There were some busy movements of Qingjun and Qian'er from the direction of the kitchen in the yard. He turned his head and looked in that direction for a while, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he silently took out the two Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers that were picked from the top of the mountain, and lowered his head to watch...

Zhao Rong quickly came back to his senses, did not stay in the bathroom for too long, and left the bathtub after washing himself.

He put on his clothes, tidied up, left the bathroom, stood in the yard to blow the wind, took a deep breath, and then went to the back kitchen.

In the kitchen, Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er were both there. The two daughters were busy and chatting at the same time. After he came in, their voices stopped slightly, and then Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiaoqian'er did not look back, and continued to do what they were doing with their heads down. As usual, the chat continued.

There are many dishes that someone likes to eat for dinner tonight, but now, it's the fourth time they've cooked them.

However, it doesn't matter.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Zhao Rong looked at the familiar backs of the two girls, one tall and one short, silently rolled up their sleeves, walked forward, joined them, and helped them.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er didn't react too much unexpectedly, and silently made room for him to join.

So the family of three got busy in this small country kitchen.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and worked for a while, and at a certain moment he also smiled and spoke, inserting their topic in a timely manner.

The three of them are just as usual, chatting about interesting and homely things, occasionally talking about someone's scandal, there will be some tacit smiles on the corners of their mouths.

The three of them were chatting, cooking hot dishes, washing dishes and serving dishes, eating and smoking chopsticks...

Not long after, the meal was ready.

Three division of labor.

Zhao Rong brought the dishes to the table.

Concubine Zhao Ling went to fetch a bowl for dinner.

Xiaoqian'er carefully selected a few pairs of chopsticks to clean...

After a while, the dining table was full.

The dining table is a square table, placed in the main room, the candles in the room are not lit, it is dim and orange, but Zhao Rong feels extra warm, the howling autumn wind and the dark night are all closed in the door Outside, the small house is quiet and warm, like a shelter from the wind.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from the paper window. He, Concubine Zhao Ling, and Xiaoqian'er sat down at the table. Together, they habitually put their palms together and rubbed a pair of chopsticks, making loud noises...

He felt very kind.

After a busy day, it's finally time for dinner.

Zhao Rong silently picked up the bowl and chopsticks, ready to start, but at this moment, he caught a glimpse of something superfluous on the opposite side of the table.

It was an extra set of bowls and chopsticks, which was quietly placed in the extra place on the square table.

There are only three people in the house, but there are four sets of bowls and chopsticks.

He was slightly taken aback.

Why put on an extra set?
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　Thanks for the 10000 coin reward from my good brother 'I usually don't laugh'!Thank you guys~
　　(PS: I suddenly had an inspiration last night, so I didn’t write the main text, so I ran to write a [-]-word extravaganza cough cough, and I couldn’t stop writing it. It was about Xiaoqian’er and Su Qingdai. Go back to Zhao Rong's detailed episode of "preaching and teaching karma to solve doubts" for the two daughters in the study.

　　A desk, two students, Mr. Zhao taught a lot of knowledge.Confident face.

　　As a result, after typing, Xiao Rong was a little vain... Damn, I was listless all day, which made this chapter a bit late. I'm sorry, but once in a while, I changed my mind and coded a word, and the effect was pretty good. )
　　
　
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