i have a sword fairy

Chapter 616 "The Last Step and Correct Posture About the Qi Family"

The complexion and tone of her own lady made Xiao Qianer shrink her head.

But she turned her head and quickly nodded.

expressed full approval.

As the 'fake vixen' that Brother Rong used to test Miss's reaction to the little entry, if the lady nodded slightly and agreed with her half-footed entry, she should already be thankful and grateful to the lady.

To put it more cruelly, for her background of a mortal dynasty at the bottom of the mountain, being able to poke half a foot into this "house with only four people at present" and become the maid of a young lady is already a carp jumping the dragon's gate in a certain sense .

what?
Ask why?
Because the lady is called Concubine Zhao Ling.

Duyou City, Concubine Zhao Ling of the Fourth Mansion of the Taiqing Dynasty.

At this moment, Zhao Rong returned from the back kitchen.

The second daughter also stopped talking at the right time.

"Qingjun, Qian'er, what are you talking about?"

He touched the water on his cheek with the back of his hand, then picked up the remaining dishes on the table, turned back to the kitchen, and asked with a smile.

Little Qian'er nodded her lips with her index finger, and replied seriously: "I'm talking about Su Qingdai with Miss."

Zhao Rong: "..."

then,

People are gone.

It's faster than rushing to wash the dishes just now.

If only Qin Jianfu had such agility when he was hunted down by Qin Jianfu.

"How can I talk today?"

Zhao Rong honestly went back to the kitchen with the wooden tray, not daring to stay in the room to see Qingjun's expression.

Inside the house.

Little Qian'er stretched her neck, watching Rong'er brother disappear in a flash, covered her mouth and giggled.

Turning her head, she saw her young lady getting up, as if she was about to go back to the house, Xiao Qian'er reached out to grab the hem of her clothes, and blinked at Concubine Zhao Ling who looked back.

"Miss, Xiaoxiao didn't stay here, so how will you sleep tonight?" Xiaoqian'er lowered her voice and asked tentatively, "Hmm...is it the same as last night? Then will brother Rong'er bully people tonight..."

Zhao Lingfei asked: "What is the same as last night?"

Zhao Qian'er whispered, "Zan... Brother Zhuan Rong'er is under the bed... Well, miss, if he is going to bully others, you have to help me."

Her voice was getting lower and lower.

"I...I...we have to help each other, we can't be broken by him one by one, and we are bullied miserably. He was so bad before, even...even Qian'er was not spared, he didn't know how dirty..."

"I don't even know that I can still do that..." The little girl blushed and pouted, but in the end, there was no sound in her throat.

She looked at her young lady anxiously, wanting to collude with her to help her, and kill the prestige of "Mr. Zhao who is very strict in class".

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at her, and after a while, she nodded.

Xiaoqian'er was a little overjoyed, and just as her peach-blossom cheeks were about to reveal two pear sockets, Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head and left.

"I don't want to sleep with him. I already disliked me last night. Why are you running away with a cheeky face tonight? You have to go by yourself. Well, take your maid Su and let her help you. Don't come to me."

Xiao Qian'er's smile froze, she turned her head in a daze, and looked at the young lady who closed the door and left.

The latter seems to be in a hurry...

"Uh... take... take your maid with you?"

After the little girl repeated it to herself, she felt ashamed and chopped off her feet.

"The ghost is willing to be with her, and hates her to death... But, is this madam angry? I was hurt by brother Rong'er's reaction last night... Or should I say..."

She stayed where she was, pinched her little chin, chewed for a while, and pondered: "Or is it that the young lady really sees the little sister right? I'm going to dump Brother Ronger and go with the little sister...then ...Then what should I do?"

Little Qian'er fell into the complicated ideological struggle and life confusion that she shouldn't have to bear at her age.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand.

The little girl has an ultimate trick.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and it's all about you!

She hammered the palm of her hand, nodded suddenly and definitely:

"Why did you say you were prudish last night? You didn't want me and the lady to get into your bed and stick to you, but you wanted to be prudish and put on that expression to scare us... Although I know that your thoughts at that time turned into an alley, but ...It's still all your fault! It's all right now, the lady regrets that she didn't sleep with you, it's useless for you to wash the dishes now... Well, Qian'er doesn't care about you anymore, who loves to sleep with you and sleep with you , don't care about you!"

After pushing all the responsibility to the enemy, Zhao Qian'er flicked her ponytails and ran away, not waiting for some courteous person to come back from washing the dishes...

So ever.

After Zhao Rong finished washing the dishes in the back kitchen, he brewed some words to coax the ladies at the door, performed it himself, and then ran back.

Facing the empty room, Sora froze.

He stuck his head out of the door and took a look.

In the east chamber, the doors of Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er's rooms were tightly closed, and the lights were about to go out.

It seems that I am not ready to wait for someone to go in...

"This……"

Zhao Rong ah ah mouth.

"... What's the trouble, don't wait for me? Take a walk later, digest it, and then... sleep together..."

……

late at night.

Moon stars are rare.

The lights in the elegant courtyard have been extinguished one by one.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er slept in the second room of the East Wing.

Zhao Rong slept in the West Wing.

There was also a main room vacant.

Originally, when he was washing the dishes, he hummed a little song, happily thinking that after washing the dishes later, he would take Qingjun and Qian'er for a walk to discuss life ideals, and then go back to the main room together, and finish tonight carefully. The last step of the Qi family.

Because the 'home' in the main wing is the largest, it is very suitable for 'Qijia'

But the two green plums seemed to see that the situation was not going well, and ran away... Even the most obedient and obedient little Qian'er ran back to the room to hide... Zhao Rong was a little melancholy.

inside the yard.

It was dark and silent.

It seems that they have all fallen into the lullaby of the night.

In the west wing room, there was also a quiet darkness.

On the bed in the house, the bedding was slightly bulging.

There is a figure.

It's like sleeping in a quilt.

At this time, the figure on the bed turned slightly and adjusted its sleeping position.

He wanted to find a position suitable for falling asleep in the long lonely night.

then.

After three breaths.

Turned over.

After another breath.

Turn over again.

Three breaths.

Turn over...

Neither are satisfied.

One...two feet protruded from the quilt.

Shrunk back again...

The figure on the bed tossed and turned for a while, then suddenly got up.

The upper body quilt slid down.

'Shadow' remained silent in the dark, motionless.

after awhile.

He propped his hands on the bed behind him, looked up at the sky, and after a while, looked down again.

There is a little melancholy in the crotch.

So ever.

'Shadow' fell down again suddenly, this time he crumpled the soft quilt into a big ball and held it in his arms.

hold tightly.

Sleep with your eyes closed.

The head is lightly tapped rhythmically, the amplitude is subtle and difficult to detect, it seems to be seriously counting sheep...

A certain foot of the bed under the bed made a slight 'creaking' sound, and there was no sound.

The house finally quieted down again.

One breath, one hundred breaths, one stick of incense, one moment... A pair of eyes suddenly opened, the 'figure' got up and jumped off the bed.

The skill is very agile, where is there a little drowsiness?
This action can be described as waiting for a chicken to move, as if moving like a rabbit...

Tutu... no, it's Zhao Rong, who didn't even wear shoes, and walked quickly to the wooden door, opened his bright eyes, and 'squeezed' hard into a crack in the door... looked around the yard outside.

Well, there are two wing rooms on the east side.

There, it was dark, and the door was closed.

There was no movement.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and was quiet for a while in the dark.

In front of the wooden door with the moonlight falling, there was only the sound of a certain breathing that was as light as possible, and a handsome side face with a slightly tangled color shrouded in the moonlight.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems that only a moment has passed.

The figure in front of the door turned around, returned to the bed, picked up the wooden clogs, went behind the screen in the southeast corner of the house, picked up a wooden barrel for bathing water, and went out to fetch water without hesitation.

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