i have a sword fairy

Chapter 604 The Qi Family ([-])

There is an oil lamp in the bamboo house, and the light is a warm orange tone.

Zhao Rong, Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er sat around the table with four sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Zhao Rong's seat was facing the door, and Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er were next to him, sitting on the right and left respectively, and the seats opposite were vacant.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then looked away.

"Uncle Xiaobai probably won't come back for dinner." He explained, "I have something to ask him to help, so let him go back to Duyou City first."

Little Qian'er has always liked to sneak peeks at Brother Rong'er, and it's the same at this time. After Zhao Rong made a sound, the little girl's peach blossom eyes turned up slightly.

Concubine Zhao Ling was holding the bowl gracefully, holding the chopsticks in her downcast eyes, waiting with Qian'er for her husband to pick up the dishes first.

Hearing this at this time, she turned her head lightly, exchanged glances with Xiaoqian'er, and then looked at the empty seat beside her.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded demurely to her husband.

Little Qian'er has slightly pouty lips, and her shell-like white teeth are cutely biting the thin ends of two chopsticks. Looking at the two of them, she said cleverly, "There are two more chopstick bowls. It seems that there will be more chopsticks tonight We need guests~"

All three of them laughed.

Zhao Rong grinned and shook his head.

It sounds like an extra pair of chopsticks is not a good sign when eating, and Xiao Qian'er's words are considered auspicious.

But at this moment, he felt that it was best not to have any guests in the middle of the night, because...

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and turned his head to look around.

A bamboo house, a single lamp, a wooden table, and a hot meal.

Accompanied by two beauties with white heads who never leave each other.

The scene is ordinary, but the atmosphere is warm and friendly.

He suddenly felt that his heart was filled with something warm, and the sense of weightlessness that he felt when he was wandering outside during the day disappeared without a trace, and instead he was filled with a kind of... The heavy sense of solidity is replaced.

Zhao Rong didn't want to be disturbed by some guests such as Dugu Chanyi later, so it would be good to simply eat and live like this.

"Brother Rong..."

Xiaoqian'er's voice came weakly, awakening Zhao Rong who was in a trance.

Turning around, I saw the little girl holding a large rice bowl that was only bigger than others, looking at him eagerly, "I'm a little hungry..."

Qing Jun also smiled lightly, took the bowl and pinched the chopsticks, turned his head quietly, and looked at him who was not the first to set down the chopsticks.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, "There are not so many rules at home, you eat."

As he spoke, he directly reached out, picked up two chopsticks of vegetables, and put them into Zhao Lingfei's and Xiaoqian'er's bowls respectively, then retracted the chopsticks, and took a mouthful of hot white rice on his own, chewing it with great relish look like.

The two girls looked at each other slightly.

Xiao Qian'er pursed her lips, looked down at the dishes in the bowl that she had been peeking at for a long time, and then looked up at the man who brought her the dishes.

"Woohoo! Alright~ Brother Rong, miss, I'm starting."

As she said that, the girl who used to be Xiao Chai and now called Qian'er started to move, lowered her head, and savagely picked up rice, vowing to make old Zhao's family poor before giving up.

Concubine Zhao Ling laughed and shook her head, but she didn't make the little girl behave as usual.

Her small red mouth was lightly opened, and she chewed the food he picked up in small bites. She ate very meticulously, stopping from time to time, her autumn eyes lightly observed her husband and the personal maid, and then gently picked up the food for them, calling them Eat slowly and don't choke.

"Uuuuuuuu, Miss Rong'er..." The little Qian'er, who has a small belly but a big belly, puffed up her cheeks, blinked her eyes, and said inarticulately, "Hurry up, eat, or I'll eat up all those plates~ huh Mmm..."

"You, eat slowly." Concubine Zhao Ling said helplessly.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but laugh.

Concubine Zhao Ling silently picked up a chopstick dish for him.

Zhao Rong ate a mouthful of rice and picked up chopsticks for her.

She looked down, bit her lip, and pinched it back for him.

He calmly served her food.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

She looks at him.

He looks at her.

Qingmei blushed slightly, moved her autumn eyes away, and looked elsewhere shyly.

Zhuma still stared at her calmly.

"Puchi~" It was Xiao Qian'er who was stealing rice and laughing.

"Well, it's an old couple..." she muttered as if no one heard her.

Zhao Rong's eyes remained the same.

Concubine Zhao Ling's cheeks turned redder, like peach blossoms in March.

Xiao Qian'er covered her face with a big bowl in both hands, blocking the young lady's annoyed eyes.

Zhao Rong chuckled.

Holding the bowl, he looked at Qing Jun, who was shy and bowed his head, and looked at Xiao Qian'er, who was smiling happily and winking. …to always and forever remember these two beloved Ome who are more like partners and family members than lovers at this moment.

They are family members.

After living in this world for so long, he realized that what he really wanted was not soft food and beauties, but... family and family.

Qingjun is family, Qianer is family, and Xiaoxiao is also family.

It was his "hundreds of thousands of Baidus to find her in the crowd". Today, Zhao Rong wandered around all day in a daze. In the end, when he suddenly looked back, he realized that the "thing" he was looking for was in a dimly lit place.

Zhao Rong's eyes were clear, and he wanted to protect this complete and warm family that belonged to him.

This is the most precious thing in this world to him.

At this time, at the table.

"Husband, you...you eat too." Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and whispered.

"Okay." Zhao Rong nodded, but still didn't move his chopsticks. Looking at her who was lightly brushing her temples with her fingers, she suddenly said, "Qing Jun, you have worked hard."

Concubine Zhao Ling paused for a moment with her bare hands holding the bowls and chopsticks, then lowered her drooping head even lower, her pretty face almost buried in the bowl.

"And Qian'er too, you've worked hard."

The movements of Xiao Qian'er's hands, who were happily grilling rice, stopped suddenly.

"Hmm..." Her little face was buried in the big bowl, her expression couldn't be seen clearly, only the little girl's ears were blushing.

This is brother Rong'er's sudden love story.

Inside the house, the candlelight on the oil lamp was beating silently, and the atmosphere was peaceful, but two hearts were beating fast at this moment, and the temperature was much warmer than this candlelight.

"From last night to now, I have been thinking a lot, and I found that the problem lies with me..."

"Don't talk nonsense." The two girls almost spoke in unison, and looked up in shock.

Concubine Zhao Ling had forgotten her shyness, her pretty face was blushing, her plain hand holding the chopsticks stretched forward as fast as lightning, and stuffed the thin ends of the chopsticks with the vegetables into Zhao Rongwei's mouth.

blocked his subsequent words.

"Hmm..." Zhao Rong.

Xiaoqian'er also reacted, followed closely behind the young lady, let go of the chopsticks that her white teeth were biting, picked up a piece of steamed meat from the bowl, stretched out her little hand, and stuffed it into the mouth of stupefied Zhao Rong.

"Hmm..." Zhao Rong.

Ever since, on the dining table under the candlelight in the house, this scene appeared:
A deserted beauty with autumn eyes and a handsome girl with peach blossom eyes were both blushing, biting their lips at a handsome scholar in a hurry. .

The handsome Confucian scholar held the bowl in his hands and held the chopsticks. He stopped his movements, let alone speak, his mouth was blocked by the chopsticks they had bitten.

He reacted and blinked.

"Uh uh?"

What?
"You're not allowed to say that." Concubine Zhao Ling's autumn eyes sparkled, her eyes were staring at him angrily, her voiceless tone was serious.

"That's right, hmph, Brother Smelly Rong'er, even such delicious food can't stop your mouth." Xiao Qian'er wrinkled her little nose, her breasts were fierce.

Zhao Rong blinked, restrained his smile, and nodded.

"That's about the same." Xiao Qian'er pretended to be fierce.

But just when she and Zhao Lingfei were about to take back their chopsticks, Zhao Rong suddenly put down the bowl and reached out to grab their silky and slender hands.

He felt as if he was holding two pieces of warm and fragrant nephrite.

Little Qian'er's little hands were warm and fleshy.

Qingjun's bare hands were slightly cool and smooth.

Zhao Rong held one in each hand, holding it tightly in his big hand with great care, so as not to let them slip away.

"Husband... Jun..."

"Brother Wu Ronger..."

The two girls were a little embarrassed at once, and each reacted differently. They tried to twitch their hands a little bit harder, but they felt more and more the warmth and irresistible strength of his big hand, so they also let the bamboo horse husband grab it a little bit domineeringly. They all lowered their heads shyly, their star eyes shifted.

Zhao Rong rubbed their hands lovingly, took off the thin chopsticks in the hands of the two girls, and looked down at the jade muscle lines on their palms, his expression was serious and focused, as if he couldn't get enough of it, and then he looked at Qing Jun and Xiaoqian'er's white and tender palms breathed out warmly gently, and without waiting for their onion fingers to tremble, Zhao Rong moved his face closer, letting the second daughter's white and slender hands cover both sides of his face, and each of them pressed tightly to one side.

Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyelashes trembled, and the tips of her bare fingers touching his face trembled along with her heart.

The nimble and playful little Qian'er was extraordinarily quiet and well-behaved at this time, tilting her head, staring at him blankly, her little hand caressing his slightly bearded chin and the corners of her lips very tenderly.

Zhao Rong held their gentle slender hands with both hands, pressed his face tightly against the palms of the two girls, felt their warmth, lowered his eyes quietly, and experienced this rare tender time.

The bare hand on his left cheek threads and knits, washes and cooks for him, and folds his quilt for him.

The little hand on his right cheek held the sword tremblingly for him, lingering at the traitor, stained with blood.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.

Both Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er raised their other hands and gently covered the back of his hand holding theirs. The two girls looked at his face without blinking.

At this time, at the dinner table, the three of them were silent.

For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a strange tranquility and warmth.

"Qingjun, Qian'er, I want to... first apologize to you..." Zhao Rong suddenly said.

"You are not allowed to say." Concubine Zhao Ling's voice trembled, and Xiao Qian'er nodded vigorously.

Zhao Rong shook his head, looked up at them, and said softly...

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　Thanks for the reward of 10000 coins from the good brother "Wu Ciren of Xiaolihun Family"!Xiaoligu!
　　(PS: I held on, I didn't fall asleep... Good night, good brothers.)
　　
　
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