i have a sword fairy

Chapter 621 Never Forget
Red candles, incense burners, and half-rolled bead curtains.

Marriage bed, wedding window, only beauties, no red makeup yet...

Inside the main cabin.

The lights were on, but it was eerily quiet.

Zhao Rong returned with a pair of embroidered shoes in one hand.

Immediately, he noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.

Look up.

The second daughter on the bed buried her whole body in the big red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks.

The bedding bulged into two big balls.

not moving at all.

Zhao Rong went straight to the bed and put down two pairs of embroidered shoes.

"All right."

He looked up.

But Qingjun on the bed showed no movement or intention to get out of bed and put on his shoes.

Zhao Rong didn't ask any more questions, turned his head, reached out and patted the 'little buttocks' protruding under the blanket.

"It's getting late, Qian'er, go back to your room and sleep. I've got the shoes for you. Go back quickly. Don't catch a cold. Even if your body can handle it, the cold will still be uncomfortable."

The girl on the bed shook her butt like a slob, but said nothing.

Like laying on the bed.

Zhao Rong patted her little butt again, shook his head and said:
"Get up quickly and go back together."

"I...I won't go back, I didn't say I would go back just now." The voice of little Qian'er came from the bed, the voice was soft and soft: "Brother Rong'er, brother Rong'er, can Qian'er sleep with you?"

"..."

"OK?"

"No."

Zhao Rong still shook his head.

Qingjun was already angry just now, and he was determined to go back to sleep. If he also left Xiaoqian'er behind, although Qingjun would not say anything, he would probably be jealous when he woke up tomorrow.

He reached out to lift a corner of the quilt.

But Xiao Qian'er had quick eyes and quick hands, hugged the quilt on her body, and retracted into the bed.

Zhao Rong bent down and touched her head, with a helpless tone:
"Stop it."

Little Qian'er whispered: "I won't go, I won't go, I want to sleep on the marriage bed with you, Qian'er hasn't slept on the marriage bed yet, the red quilt, and the sheets, so pretty... Hehe, it's embroidered by mandarin ducks. Much prettier than Miss's."

Zhao Lingfei: "???"

He immediately put on a serious face: "What nonsense are you talking about? Qingjun's ducks are wrong...mandarin ducks are also pretty."

"Hmph, you're saying that it's a duck that's leaking. Fat ducks can see where they are."

Zhao Rong: "..."

It's hard to refute.

Just when he was speechless, Concubine Zhao Ling who had been quiet all this time suddenly stretched out her foot and kicked Xiao Qian'er who was shrunk into a ball.

"Miss, why did you kick me!"

The girl at the end of the bed poked her head out, wrinkled her nose, and muttered towards the head of the bed.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look.

Qing Jun who was at the head of the bed did not speak, and his head was still buried in the bed.

Little Qian'er turned her head to look at Zhao Rong, "Brother Rong'er, Miss is in a hurry to leave, let her go, Qian'er will sleep with you... Oops, why are you kicking my ass again!"

She turned her head angrily, and complained: "Brother Ronger, the young lady is bullying others, bullying the lovely and unparalleled second lady and chief maid! According to our old Zhao's family rules, what do you want to do!"

Zhao Rong nodded and upheld justice for her: "Good kick! Miss kicked the servant girl, is the servant girl still complaining? It's time to kick."

He said earnestly, "Don't mutter any more in the future."

Zhao Qianer: "!!!"

After all, it was the wrong person to pay.

You big pig's trotters, it turns out that justice is presided over by the young lady, she despises you so much tonight, you still favor her...

At this moment, Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er didn't know if they had heard it wrong. Concubine Zhao Ling seemed to be snorting softly in the quilt at the head of the bed.

Can't hear the emotion.

But Xiao Qian'er was even more 'sad'.

With a handful of bitter tears in her eyes, she sniffed, then flopped on the spot, shaking the bed board.

The little girl lingered on:
"Hmph, I just won't leave, Brother Rong, Miss Smelly, just say what you want."

Zhao Rong: "Okay, stop making trouble, it's really late, you go back to sleep with Qingjun, I'm a little sleepy too."

Little Qian'er: "Brother Rong'er, why don't you urge her to get off, she hasn't gotten out of bed yet, why keep urging me?"

Zhao Rong turned his head immediately, and said softly to Concubine Zhao Ling: "Qing Jun, take care of her, take her with you..."

Before he finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling poked her long legs again and kicked Xiao Qian'er to the outside.

It seemed as if he wanted to kick some wild girl who got in the way off this marriage bed.

"Ouch you!"

Little Qian'er didn't dodge it, and her troubled little butt was kicked again.

She quit immediately, quickly stuck her head out, and asked Concubine Zhao Ling of her soul:
"Miss Smelly, why don't you leave? Didn't you say you're going back to your room to sleep? You go, brother Rong'er has brought you all the shoes, stop yourself, don't act stupid!"

As soon as this remark came out, the room immediately fell silent.

Zhao Rong was slightly taken aback, and after realizing it, he turned his head to look at a certain woman at the bedside.

Little Qian'er blinked, not letting her pretend to be an ostrich, her mouth was like a machine gun, and she didn't stop for a moment: "Miss, hurry up and say something, Brother Rong'er is still waiting, I will give you all the shoes Here it is, go back to your room quickly, don't lie on the marriage bed between Brother Rong'er and me..."

Seeing this, Zhao Rong didn't interrupt.

turn around,

He looked at the candle on the table behind him that was lit after he left.

Just when Xiao Qian'er was urging.

"Smelly girl, shut up!"

In the bed, Concubine Zhao Ling's cold and clear voice came out.

Little Qian'er made a playful gesture of 'shh' towards Zhao Rong, then probed to pat the bed of a duplicity lady.

"Oh, finally willing to talk."

She said with a smile: "Miss, then when will we leave? I have been waiting for you for a long time, and we just agreed to go back to sleep together..."

"Also." Concubine Zhao Ling interrupted, and immediately, her voiceless voice seemed to be a little angry and stubborn, and leaked from the bed again: "It's my marriage bed, mine, not yours, brat, what do you want?" God."

Xiao Qian'er was not annoyed, she tilted her head and said tentatively, "Then... that means you are not leaving?"

Concubine Zhao Ling fell silent.

After ten breaths, still no one spoke.

Just when Zhao Rong thought that Qingjun was about to be teased by Qian'er and was about to leave in a fit of anger.

"This is my marriage bed, why...you want me to come down, you...don't even think about it..."

The voice of the woman in the bed was extremely low, but she spoke very seriously.

In the end, it seemed that through the quilt, he noticed the gazes of Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er who had calmed down outside, and he seemed to blushed at the blurted words—even Zhao Rong, who was beside the bed, noticed her delicate body under the quilt Stretched and straight, this is Qing Jun's subconscious reaction when she is extremely shy - only to hear that she immediately added another sentence, with a slightly louder voice, "You...you and Qian'er go quickly, I won't go."

Zhao Rong looked down at the bed, and then at the room.

Well, it should be his fault, why did he drive him out...

The little Qian'er on the side almost died laughing, covering her mouth and laughing.

She winked at Zhao Rong, beckoning him to pursue the victory and tease the young lady under the blanket together.

Zhao Rong didn't speak.

Xiaoqian'er suppressed her smile, and said seriously: "Brother Rong'er, what do you think, someone seems to want you to leave as long as the marriage bed is needed, well, forget it, whatever, let her say what she wants, just satisfy her Wish, let's move the battlefield and sleep in my room...Qian'er's bed is a little small, but it's good for us to squeeze together, it's warm...Brother Rong'er, what do you think?"

Before Zhao Rong could speak, a red shadow flashed in front of his eyes.

Xiaoqian'er's little head, which was sticking out of the bed, was gone.

He shrank back in a blink of an eye.

When he leaned back, he saw clearly the situation on the bed: it turned out that Qing Jun jumped out of the bed, covered Xiao Qian'er with the mandarin duck quilt on his body, and at the same time rushed over to suppress her.

"No, no, miss, no, why are you, no, no..."

Concubine Zhao Ling ignored her, opened her bare hands, and pressed down on the little girl's 'dog's head' under the blanket.

Zhao Rong saw that under the dim orange candlelight, the entire oval face of the woman with autumn eyes, who seemed angry and ashamed, was dyed with a color that could move any man in the world by this marriage bed he carefully prepared:
Her cheeks were as red as a dream.

The vermilion lips were biting moist.

This tear mole under Qiu Shui's long eyes is trembling delicately, like a flame dancing on a candlestick at a wedding night in a bridal chamber.

A few strands of playful blue hair scattered on her clean forehead, and her messy temple hair covered her transparent earballs. She was actually colder than usual, adding a bit of unspeakable charm to him.

Standing in front of the bed, Zhao Rong couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch this soul-stirring face, stretched halfway, retracted his hand again, and pointed at her purple embroidered shoes under the bed instead, "Shoes , the shoes are here..."

Before she finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling, who was sitting on the bed, leaned forward with her upper body, her cheek was close to the palm he was about to lower.

Zhao Rong is within reach.

She raised her head, looked straight into his eyes, and asked with the trembling tone in her voice: "You prepared these?"

It's like a well-informed question.

Zhao Rong didn't take it as nonsense, and answered seriously, "Yes."

"You...you still remember that night firmly?"

It refers to the wedding night in the bridal chamber when the two broke up unhappy.

He thought about it seriously, nodded and said:

"It's like meeting you for the first time and never forgetting."

"I...I haven't forgotten...how could I forget..." The woman lowered her head and whispered.

He raised his head and asked, "Then you, when did you start preparing?"

"Leaving the left wing room where I slept before, I sneaked here to decorate it. I thought you would like it. Keke, I can't stand it tonight. I want to hug you to sleep..."

Halfway through Zhao Rong's speech, he caught her gaze and was stunned for a moment, realizing that she seemed to be asking more than just the 'preparation'.

He said softly and truthfully:

"A long time ago, when I reconciled with you, I wanted to make up for you for a real wedding night. Since then, I have started to buy things and put them together. I also want to make up for these things. I don't quite understand, so I can only try to restore the layout of the bridal chamber based on memory. Just tonight, I was wandering with Xiaoxiao in a bustling town. I met some shops that bought wedding items, and finally bought the last few things... ..."

Zhao Rong turned his eyes away as he spoke, because he was a little embarrassed by the burning gaze of the woman on the bed.

She listened, but suddenly asked, "Then... what about your groom's suit? Is it still there?"

Zhao Rong said in a daze, "Yes, I keep it with me."

The air was quiet for a while.

After a while.

However, a woman's subtle voice came to his ears indistinctly:

"You...put it on."

……

　There will be more tomorrow, it should be on time...or it may be earlier, these days I'm live-streaming code words, ahem.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)