i have a sword fairy

Chapter 632 I want to know you...Longevity! (one)

Zhao Rong returned to the elegant courtyard by the same route.

On the way, I just said hello to the man holding a sword who just escaped from the dog food and now reappeared by a certain stream.

"Morning, Uncle Bai, have you eaten yet?"

"If you haven't eaten, why don't you make it for me?"

"I'll just ask politely."

"Ah."

"How about... come and eat together?"

"Fuck off. You're not as good as that fox girl from the Su clan who hurts people. She was sent to the mansion in the middle of the night yesterday. This girl Su stopped me without asking, and then the cat with soft hands came in. The kitchen in the back made a supper for me without saying a word."

Someone thought about it for a while, and said solemnly: "What if she is hungry herself, Xiaoxiao is growing up, and you are really, Uncle Bai, grabbing food with the younger generation."

The man's eyelids twitched, and his face was expressionless: "Just now in Dali, I was fed by Miss and Qian'er as a small rice bucket, and you are hungry after flying back with me?"

"........."

"That makes sense." Zhao Rong nodded, and then sighed: "Unexpectedly, my teaching Xiaoxiao to coax seniors was discovered by Uncle Xiaobai, and I wanted to be humble at first."

After finishing speaking, before the man holding the sword with his eyelids twitched madly, the cheeky handsome scholar ran away.

The corner of Li Bai's mouth twitched.

He glanced at Zhao Rong's back.

He shook his head and muttered a few times.

I don't know if the lovely Su Yatou knows, which one is more doggy, the rhubarb who bullied her in the past, or the lover who 'bullies' her now?
……

Zhao Rong whistled, walked through the bamboo forest, and came to the gate of the elegant courtyard.

open the door.

The yard was empty.

There were some girls whispering in the main wing room, but now with his admission, the voices were properly stopped.

Quietly.

A bamboo horse and a swing are floating in the air.

Zhao Rong walked around them as if nothing had happened, instead of going back to the main room immediately, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

The bamboo horse and swing, which had been feared by Su Qingdai just now but were ignored by someone, turned their swords and immediately followed Zhao Rong.

Follow him into the back kitchen.

"what?"

Zhao Rong glanced at the two little guys.

The bamboo horse and the swing circled around this bad guy who bullied their two mistresses for a night, which was equivalent to bullying them for a night in disguise.

The speed is fast for a while, and slow for a while.

"Why, you two little guys are hungry too?"

Zhao Rong said something with a smile, which was naturally a joke.

He drove the two cute little guys who were in the way aside, lit the stove, took out some ingredients, and started breakfast.

The bamboo horse and the swing looked at each other spiritually, then shook the sword lightly, and continued to stay beside the man in green shirt who bowed his head and focused on cooking in front of the stove.

After a while, it flew to the left of his body.

After a while, it flew to the right of his body.

After a while, he carefully flew under him...

Or wondering whether there are all kinds of terrifying power hidden in his body.

Or looking for where his powerful flying sword is hidden.

The two little guys watched curiously and closely at this strange guy who was so powerful that he could bully their mistress all night and was tossed without any power to fight back.

In the end, they even noticed that the two hostesses, who had been almost invincible in the past, not only abandoned their armor and armor, but also humiliatedly succumbed to the indescribable magic power.

They don't understand, but they are shocked.

Zhao Rong, who thoughtfully made breakfast for his wife, didn't bother to chase the two little guys away, and occasionally smiled and waved, asking them to help fetch two dishes from the cabinet.

The two noble and unparalleled first-class swords on the mountain turned their sword tips, looked at each other, and solemnly and cautiously accepted the olive branch thrown by a "mysterious but harmless powerhouse", and helped carry the dishes up...

"It works pretty well."

Zhao Rong muttered.

Not long after, he made breakfast and put it on a wooden plate, let the bamboo horse and swing carefully 'carry' the wooden plate, and followed him back to the house.

When he came to the main room, Zhao Rong turned around, took the plate cheekily, and waved away the bamboo horse and the swing.

He opened the door and entered the house.

"Qing Jun, Qian'er, let's eat. Come, come, and taste the craft of being a husband."

No one in the room spoke.

Also empty.

There is only a green plum in front of the door and Zhao Rong's "big eyes and small eyes".

Out of the corner of Zhao Rong's eyes, the red gauze curtain of the marriage bed in the depths of the room was tightly covered, and the bulging bedding inside could be faintly seen.

Why are you still in bed?

Zhao Rong smiled and walked over directly.

On the way from the door to the marriage bed, there was a whole lot of 'mess'.

He was holding a wooden plate, turning left and right.

Picking a place to step down, the steps bypassed the ones on the floor:

A large Taiqing Xiaoyaofu women's sword uniform, some parts were torn.

A small Taiqing Xiaoyaofu women's sword uniform was crumpled and thrown on the ground as a whole.

A vermilion bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks, one of the ropes was torn off, and I don't know where it went.

A pure white apron embroidered with lotus flowers, relatively neat and well preserved, lay flat on the floor.

A mass of red and white fabric—look closely.It turned out that they were two pairs of obscene trousers, which were faintly opened;

One of them is vermilion and the other is pure white. They were randomly crumpled into a big crumpled ball and thrown together at the foot of the bed. I don't know whether the two pieces are intact or not, but But it looked like a wet ball, and it was still dirty, red, white, and yellow, like an overturned seasoning juice jar in the studio.

Besides.

There are four pairs of embroidered shoes in front of the bed.

Two pairs of them were brought by Zhao Rong from the second daughter's house last night.

The extra two pairs of embroidered shoes are even more compact and exquisite. The soles of the shoes are almost unworn, as if they are brand new and unused. Of course, they are now lying in front of the foot of the bed. The uppers except the soles The wrinkle marks in other places also look unclean, and it should have been used.

It's just that I still don't know what the three childhood sweethearts in the house were doing to take out these two pairs of brand new embroidered shoes in the middle of the night yesterday.

In addition to these, there were also some bits and pieces of cloth and jewelry and other small sundries on the ground...

Zhao Rong walked all the way to the bed, casually glanced at the clothes and shoes on the ground, and occasionally stopped to pick up Qing Jun and Qian'er's too intimate clothes and put them away.

"Come out, have breakfast, aren't you hungry?"

Zhao Rong put down the wooden plate in front of the bed, held the bowl, and asked with a smile.

No one spoke in the red gauze curtain on the wedding bed.

Dahongxi was bulging, very messy.

A corner of the quilt was squeezed out of the red gauze curtain.

Zhao Rong sat by the bed and blinked.

He suddenly lifted a corner of the quilt, and plunged his head into the quilt: "Look what I found? It's two white, fat little slobs!"

"Ugh!", "Yah!"

The second daughter in the nest screamed coquettishly.

This lazy morning in the sun was alive and well.

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