i have a sword fairy

Chapter 630 She has already had morning porridge
"Thank you, no spoon, just eat like this."

Zhao Rong poured the porridge bowl into his mouth, waved at Su Qingdai, and said vaguely.

Su Qingdai withdrew her hand silently, bent down to take out a bowl of five-element health-preserving porridge from the inner layer of the food box, and helped Zhao Rong who hadn't finished the last bowl.

The bowl of porridge with longan and lotus seeds that Zhao Rong was drinking was originally intended to please that sister Zhao.

Zhao Rong, who was really hungry and panicked, raised his head to drink porridge, and glanced at the virtuous and bent black skirt woman beside him from the corner of his eye.

She was positioned sideways toward him.

This stunning woman, who was born and bred in a remote area, had a tall and proud figure, wrapped in a close-fitting and well-proportioned black dress. When she bent down, it just caused the other two cafeterias and her very fertile figure to stretch the fabric tightly.

So what appeared in front of Zhao Rong was a picture quite similar to the career line profile of a mature white-collar in the workplace he had seen in his previous life.

Moreover, it seemed that the structure of the food box was a bit troublesome, and it took some time to hold the inner lid. In front of him, Su Qingdai kept the posture of bending over to take the porridge for a long time.

Moreover, the woman didn't seem to notice someone's gaze, she didn't squint.

"You want to live forever..." Zhao Rong muttered something, and silently withdrew his eyes that were very good at catching 'beautiful scenery'.

I don't know whose life I want to die.

At this time, Su Qingdai finally managed to bring out the porridge bowl and stood up again.

Among the bamboo groves, the autumn morning sunshine softly spread over the two of them.

Su Qingdai was stopped by Zhao Rong in a hurry just now, and now Su Qingdai can clearly see his appearance and attire.

Wearing a pair-breasted blue gown, he chased after him stepping on a pair of wooden clogs, his belt was tied in a random knot, as if he had gone out in a hurry and chased after him.

However, these are not the most important things in Su Qingdai's eyes at this time.

She was stunned.

The mouth is slightly opened, and a pair of eyes are staring at him intently...

"Hey, the porridge is about to be spilled." Zhao Rong stretched out his finger to remind.

"Ah, oh." Su Qingdai hurriedly supported the crooked porridge bowl in her hand.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Rong tilted his head curiously, touched his face and chin: "I just shaved yesterday... Is there something on my face?"

"No, nothing." Su Qingdai blushed a little, looked away from his face, and whispered: "It seems to be a little different..."

Zhao Rong answered, "Have you grown into a handsome man?"

Su Qingdai: "..."

Zhao Rong reminded him friendly: "Actually, he was pretty handsome before."

He nodded, his tone serious.

Su Qingdai: "..."

"I'm just kidding." Zhao Rong suddenly smiled, "By the way, you heard about it before you came here, right? Who told it? Little Qian'er?"

Su Qingdai raised her eyes and looked directly at the smiling man. She didn't follow his words, but said frankly: "It wasn't her, I heard it from the girls from the String Music at Jiyue Mountain yesterday, sir, it has already been spread. say... say..."

"say what?"

"They all said...the more they feel that Mr. Zhao Xiao is very knowledgeable, and they want to ask Mr. Zhao Xiao for advice on poetry."

In the heart lake, the sword spirit who had been resting quietly sneered, "Is this studious? This is lust."

Zhao Rong nodded and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Qingdai to be quite familiar with the divorced women of the Le Fang Division."

"Those elder sisters are keen-minded and know that the relationship between the Nu family and Ziyu is unusual. They admire Ziyu, and naturally they are also close to the Nu family. The first time is the second time."

Su Qingdai saw that he had finished a large bowl of porridge, so she handed over the bowl of five-element health-preserving porridge in her hand.

She asked softly: "Sister Zhao doesn't drink porridge? I brought it for her too."

Zhao Rong wiped his mouth, nodded and said, "Oh, she's already had porridge, so she shouldn't be hungry."

After finishing speaking, he raised the bowl again, took a sip of the bowl of hot porridge that was also made in the morning as if nothing had happened, and muttered, "Well, it should be..."

"Oh." Su Qingdai nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Zhao Rong put down the bowl, grabbed the food box from her hand, and put the bowl back.

"I'll help you get it, go, I'll show you some way."

Involuntarily, he carried the food box, took the lead, and walked forward.

Su Qingdai was startled, looked at the man's tall and thin back, and followed him.

The morning fog had lifted.

In the autumn forest, thin bamboo poles stand on both sides of the path, like desolate guards standing guard.

"Really think about it?"

"what?"

"According to Qingjun's arrangement, go back to Taiqing Mansion in Duyou City to find her."

There was silence for a while, "Yeah."

"Her arrangement...well, you should understand the meaning, right?"

"Understood a little bit, Sister Zhao actually made it very clear, my family... my family is not stupid."

The handsome man patted his forehead, "Yes, I worry too much."

Su Qingdai shook her head, "No, actually... I like Tzuyu's concern."

He was not polite, and nodded directly, "Okay, just pretend that you don't dislike my long-winded words, then I will worry about a few more words."

She glanced at Zhao Rong.

"Although you were not allowed to enter the house to meet Qing Jun just now, um, it was just a little inconvenient. She was feeling a little uncomfortable, so don't think about it...but you should have felt it just because of the chat inside and outside the house."

"what?"

"Qing Jun's character."

"Sister Zhao is generous and dignified..."

"Nonsense, she's just pretending. There's actually a lot of jealousy. It's just outsiders... except for me and Qian'er, she won't show it to most people. Forget it, let's not mention this. What I just wanted to say ?”

Zhao Rong stroked his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.

Su Qingdai didn't urge her, and turned her head to look at his sharp-edged profile quietly.

"By the way, personality. Actually, since the first time I saw you in Xingzi Town, I found that your personality and temperament are similar to Qing Jun. If you covered your face, I thought it was Qing Jun who came... At that time, we Passed by, you didn't even look at me."

Zhao Rong smiled and squinted at Qiuyang, "At that moment, it was a very strange feeling, a sense of seeing the most familiar and intimate person suddenly looking like a stranger to me."

Su Qingdai thought for a while, then asked with a sly smile: "So Ziyu loved Wu Jiwu, and he also had a good impression of the Nu family at that time? So later he accepted the Nu family, and also... fell in love with the Nu family?"

"No."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

"I thought at the time that it would be best if we never knew each other."

"........."

"It's good to just be passers-by passing by each other, strangers watching from afar."

"Why?" She asked again: "Is it... Devotion?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and said:
"I just said that Qingjun and your temperament are very similar. Although this is the first time I have met you, I know that you are the kind...extremely cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and this 'inside' is hidden very deep. Deep, even if there is no accident, no man will be able to walk into your deepest heart in your life."

"However, once a man walks in, he can see a fiery heart that will last for three lives and three generations, and get a most loving and loyal partner."

"This kind of ruthlessness and affection coexist in a woman... you are all such women, I know."

Su Qingdai was a little dumbfounded when she saw Zhao Rong was smiling, and he looked back at the direction of the elegant courtyard behind him with a smile.

The woman he called 'Sister Zhao' not long ago was there.

"This 'if there are no accidents', only does not include the kind of long-term love between childhood sweethearts, and the love after meeting the day after tomorrow after going through all kinds of dangers and life and death."

The man's tone was surprisingly smug and happy, happy from the bottom of his heart, even like a kind of showing off and spreading dog food...

"Qingjun and I are the former, this kind of very lucky childhood sweetheart who is unique in thousands of miles. Of course, compared with the acquired relationship, the only accident that may happen to this kind of childhood sweetheart relationship is that this kind of love is too simple for Qingmei. As a bamboo horse man, he doesn't cherish this hard-won 'green plum' that is purely a gift from God..."

Zhao Rong shook his head with a smile, and said to Su Qingdai: "I may be a bit long-winded when I talk about this, but I am used to sorting out the context of anything and any emotion, rational first, and then emotional."

"Speaking of which, I'm actually not extremely lucky. The relationship with Qingjun at the beginning was almost because of the 'not cherishing' and indifference that I got too easily unilaterally, leaving a lifetime of regrets... But a little bit of luck is , I didn't let go in the end, but ran to Duyou City, and recklessly took Qingjun's hand again."

Su Qingdai lowered her eyes, didn't look at the eyes he was looking at, and asked softly: "Then you said, you don't want to know me, just want to miss being a passerby? Because you are so similar to her, you hate me instead?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and said sincerely: "Because the more we are strangers to that cold and arrogant Fairy Su who resembles Qing Jun, the more we rub shoulders with indifference, the more I cherish and value the hard-won relationship with Qing Jun now. With fate, remind yourself from time to time, go home if you are a fool, hold your good wife tightly, and don't let her run away."

Speaking of this, he sighed with emotion, blinked and said, "How about it, am I very smart..."

Tool man Su Qingdai: "..."

At this moment, Zhao Rong changed the subject, and his smile restrained, "But."

"but what?"

He smiled sincerely and said: "...At that time in Xingzi Town, I never expected that this cold and unparalleled Fairy Su, who made me feel that she could be seen from a distance and not be played with, would sit directly in my arms, and... ... fell in love with me."

Zhao Rong spread his hands and said with emotion: "This God is too kind to me."

Su Qingdai nodded, and said in a low voice: "Ziyu, didn't I tell you at that time...you are my true son, and I still think so."

Zhao Rong also nodded, "But I have also analyzed it with you very seriously. This is probably a misunderstanding. There are many factors affecting you. You may have been fooled."

Su Qingdai pursed her lips, looked up at his eyes, and shook her head.

not talking.

Zhao Rong looked at her with a stubborn attitude for a while, twitched the corners of his mouth, and turned his head to look at Jiyue Mountain in the distance.

"Since you believe in fate so much...then I can't help it."

He laughed at himself a little bit, "I never expected that a woman who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside will fall in love with me, and there is a script like 'The One Is Destined'... Well, sure enough, reality is sometimes worse than a storybook novel." Bizarre."

Su Qingdai was quiet for a while, squeezed her black cuff with her right hand, and said in a low voice, "For women, isn't a 'destined fate' the biggest reason?"

Zhao Rong nodded, then shook his head again, "It depends on whether you believe in destiny, some people believe it, some people don't."

Su Qingdai said softly: "Destiny... Isn't God's order enough to make people fear..."

She suddenly turned her head, stared at Zhao Rong and said, "What about you, son, are you afraid of the destiny?"

Zhao Rong smiled.

He turned his head left and right to look at the autumn scenery of the bamboo forest all around him.

Then slowly turned around and said:

"I'm generally used to being on top, being the 'day' by myself, and I'm not used to having someone on top of me."

"........."

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PS: I’m sorry, dear brothers, I’m too busy writing the fanfare, and I’m exhausted after finishing the [-] characters... As a result, the status has not slowed down, and the update of the main text is slow today. I’m sorry, sorry, Xiaorong kowtowed and apologized, bang!boom!boom!

　PY recommends a pink and tender seedling: "The female apprentices all want to kill me" ~ Huahua, the favorite of the fencing skirt, recommends it to Xiao Rongdi, a new book for newcomers, ahem, the name is not serious, if it's not for the teacher's kindness, if it's not Filial piety goes bad...

　　


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