i have a sword fairy

Chapter 644 Ziyu recites poetry, Qingjun breaks through

In Qinglianxuan courtyard.

It is located in a small three-story building with closed casements.

If one ignores the spiritual vortex churning counterclockwise in the sky above his head, and the astonished gazes gathered rapidly from all directions.

Then the three-story small building seems to be the same as usual.

Ordinary, quiet.

On a long red lacquered table in the building, it was a little crowded.

In addition to 31 sheets of Huajian paper spread out.

There are also fireworks in March, spring breeze in April, red beans in the south, and maple leaves in the north.

There are also willows and spring smoke, grass growing and warblers flying, returning to people passing by, green hair and white head...

After Zhao Rong wrote the pen not long ago.

Concubine Zhao Ling was sitting on her desk, seeing these 'everything' scenery.

Dazzling.

For a while, the table looks like April in the world:

There are beauties laughing, fireworks ringing, but the red beans are bitter.

For a while it was like late autumn in December:

The maple leaves are red, the westerly wind is cold, but the sweet-scented osmanthus is sweet...

These are all lovesickness he wrote to her.

Husband's lovesickness is full of strange things, but Concubine Zhao Ling thinks they are extraordinarily cute.

It's as lovely as the song "Shangxie" that she regards as her beloved.

Now, there are a total of 31 selected love poems.

Among them, there are four pieces of Nanshan Pin of My Realm!

Falling Flowers in the Realm of No Self, Nine Poems!
There are [-] poems of Luohuapin in the Realm of Me!
All of them were placed on Concubine Zhao Ling's usual drowsy lacquered table, and they were being 'lit up' one by one due to the gathering of spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth in a radius of tens of miles.

"Si...Si Wuxie...Si Wuxie."

Concubine Zhao Ling whispered for a while with trembling lips, and then suddenly said in fear: "You, you are not allowed to write any more."

She hugged Zhao Rong's hand that was about to dip Lang's hair in ink again, and forbade him to write again.

Zhao Rong looked up.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were red and she said fiercely to her husband: "Don't write any more, prodigal husband."

Zhao Rong nodded and smiled brightly: "Okay, prodigal girls."

Concubine Zhao Ling tried her best to widen her autumn eyes, the corners of her eyes were shining brightly: "You are a prodigal, why did you write so many nasty love poems to me, it's so nasty, I... I don't like it, put it away."

While viciously 'fiercing' him, she even breathed carefully through her nose, as if she was afraid that she just accidentally inhaled a little more spiritual energy, and she had a mutual connection with these 31 excellent love poems...

However, what surprised Concubine Zhao Ling was that the blue-gold dress that her husband gave her for a long time without knowing its purpose could spontaneously and completely cut off the aura of heaven and earth after she felt a desire to refuse the aura to enter her body. The incomparable spiritual energy cannot enter the body through the meridians, Zhao Lingfei only needs to control her breathing...

At this moment, Zhao Rong blinked his eyes, and embraced the sword fairy lady who suddenly lost her temper.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't dare to look into his eyes, she turned her gaze to the floor, sniffed and said, "Okay, I know you're capable, well, I know it now, you're not allowed to write any more!"

Zhao Rong didn't answer, and whispered in her ear: "Prodigal girls."

"You! You still say!"

Concubine Zhao Ling was about to cry from his 'rage', she pushed the pesky ghost's chest out with both hands, "Don't hit me."

Zhao Rong hugged the warm and fragrant lady but did not let go, shook his head and said: "The "Shangxie" that was given to you before, why do you hide it? Be a treasure, and it is still the same now. What is not a prodigal?"

Concubine Zhao Ling felt a little guilty, but raised her chin, and stubbornly defended, "The thing my husband gave me is mine. I just don't want to use it. What's wrong with putting it there? Hmph, can you control me?"

She stretched her legs and kicked the envious little Qian'er, and ordered: "Go and help me put away all the love poems on the table, we won't mess around with him anymore."

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head and rubbed the corners of her eyes casually with a finger, pretending her eyes were filled with sand, then turned her head back, showing the aura of the mistress of a family, and changed the subject: "Also, why do you have evil thoughts? It's all an excuse, my husband has learned badly before, don't use youth and ignorance as an excuse, why didn't Qian'er and I learn badly before?"

Little Qian'er nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "That's right." However, under Zhao Rong's squinting gaze, the little girl's tone of "absolutely not learning to be bad" was a little guilty.

Concubine Zhao Ling thought she would scare her husband in this way.

Who would have thought that the husband who had been smiling quietly all of a sudden nodded affirmatively: "I can control you."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help pinching the arrogant little chin of the lady in his arms, and pecked on her wet red lips, tasting it lightly, her scent was sweet.

The face of a certain mistress who was full of imposing manner instantly became bloodshot, and she couldn't hold on to her airs.

"you……"

And what made her even more unbearable was still behind.

Taking advantage of her shyness and distraction, Zhao Rong directly hugged Concubine Zhao Ling by the waist, and placed her in the center of the table full of 31 love poems.

"The one I gave you is indeed yours, but you are also mine." Zhao Rong said, pressing directly on Zhao Lingfei's warm and delicate body, and then he patted it lightly. Her buttocks nodded and smiled: "So you say I don't care about you?"

Concubine Zhao Ling blushed and glared at him, "Never mind!"

Her two small white hands wanted to push him away, but she didn't know why, she couldn't use her hands no matter what, maybe it was the sequelae of being pressed by him that night in the bridal chamber, once she was pressed by his body full of breath, her bones Just crisp up for three minutes.

What made Concubine Zhao Ling feel strange next was that the man who was pressing her down suddenly stopped talking, and the smile on his face also restrained. He lowered his head and looked at her face seriously.

"You, what are you looking at?" Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help touching her hot cheeks, but she didn't find anything on her face. She avoided his sight and continued to say stubbornly: "Do you know that you are wrong? Okay, then Don't make trouble anymore, today's matter is me...I forgive you for most of it, and the other half depends on your performance, you, you come down first, I want to put away the poems first, what a prodigal husband..."

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and straightened the somewhat messy black hair on Concubine Zhao Ling's forehead and temples, carefully.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared blankly at his gentle movements.

After Jing An finished straightening her blue hair, Zhao Rong carefully held her oval face that had haunted him in countless nights.

Her face was delicately curved, her skin was fair and smooth, and she felt warm in the palm of her hand.

And because she didn't dare to breathe too much of the rich spiritual energy around her, the subtle breath she breathed fell on Zhao Rong's face, making him feel warm.

The atmosphere between the two on the lacquered table became silent because of Zhao Rong's silence.

Concubine Zhao Ling waited for a while, the blush on the face held by him tenderly did not fade at all, on the contrary it became even redder.

She asked in a low voice, "Why don't you talk?"

Zhao Rong looked at her carefully.

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and shrank her neck, "Is it me..."

Zhao Rong suddenly rolled over from under Concubine Zhao Ling, and no longer held her down, but, like Concubine Zhao, lay on her back on the table full of 31 imported love poems.

"Concubine Zhao Ling." He suddenly called out.

"Huh?" Zhao Lingfei turned her head curiously.

"Prodigal girls."

"........."

She rolled over to the right, with her back to him, not wanting to talk to him too much.

The girl with autumn eyes on the table continued to quietly think about how to 'hide' these love poems under her body, so she didn't want to show them off to outsiders. good.She can hide it and watch it sweetly for a long, long time, when she is parting from him.As for using it, she didn't even think about it. The only thing that bothers her a little now is that there are too many love poems in Nanshan, and it is difficult for her to hide the movement.

Why is this guy so annoying, why do you write so many Nanshan articles for her... Concubine Zhao Ling's heart is both sad and sweet.

"Hey, prodigal girls." Zhao Rong called again softly.

"Get out." Concubine Zhao Ling didn't turn her head.

The man behind him seemed to be smiling, and then he also turned his body ninety degrees to the right, lying on his side together, hugging her slender and tough waist, and leaning against her curved back.

The man suddenly said: "Go up, Xie."

Concubine Zhao Ling was taken aback.

Zhao Rong hugged her from behind, and at the same time picked up a piece of pale pink flower paper from the table, crossed her head, and placed it in front of her eyes.

On the paper was a line of ink characters that Concubine Zhao Ling was extremely familiar with.

This is the first love letter Zhao Rong gave her, and it is also a poem that has accompanied her countless nights of tossing and turning. The emotion for it is hard to let go in this life.

Zhao Rong behind him paused for a while, and then repeated softly in her ear: "Shangxie..."

This time, as if she finally realized something, Concubine Zhao Ling, who was pressed by him and couldn't turn around to avoid it, trembled all over her body. She closed her eyes tightly, and almost burst out of the paper if she didn't look at the eleven lines in front of her. The ink words that entered her heart lake.

However, Zhao Rong bit Concubine Zhao Ling's ear and read the poem into her heart:

"...I want to know each other with you, and my longevity will never end...The mountains have no mausoleums, and the rivers are exhausted...Winter thunder shakes, summer rains and snow...The heaven and the earth are united, so I dare...to die with you!"

With her eyes closed, Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body trembled more and more violently, when the last word from Zhao Rong's mouth fell into her ears.

Her defenses were broken.

The house is full of wind.

The Huajian paper on which "Shangxie" is written seems to be held up by a heavenly fairy and suspended in the air, and ink characters with elegant handwriting and brilliant aura fall from the paper, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, with a crisp sound of "ding" Ding lang dong', which fell on the body of a woman with closed eyes on the table one by one.

But the green-gold dress on her body suddenly shone slightly.

Originally, the psychic ink characters that should have entered the body at random from the meridians all over the monk's body, now, like a child who can't find the way home, wandering around on Concubine Zhao Lingfei's blue-gold dress for several times.

Like ants on a hot pan, running around in a hurry.

Finally, a certain psychic word wandering around the collar of the neck found an extra open 'door'...

A group of psychic ink words "satisfied" poured into the "only open" brow chakra on Concubine Zhao Ling's body.

However, the changes in the house are far from over!
Concubine Zhao Ling, who had completely let go of her defenses, fluttered in the wind, her skirt fluttering.

It seems that some kind of induction is established in the dark.

There are [-] remaining poems on the table, whether they are Nanshan poems or Luohua poems; whether they have been completely 'lighted' by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, or are currently being lit...

All the poems floated up at the same time, and countless lines of glowing ink characters began to rush towards the stunning woman with quietly closed eyes in the air.

It is necessary to pour surging spiritual energy into her meridian dantian.

But at this moment, the horns of frost on Concubine Zhao Ling's body began to shine brightly, like a giant blue-golden sun rising in the room.

The scene that happened when "Shangxie" entered the body just now reappeared, but this time it was on a larger scale. Even the four poems of Nanshan, which are so ingenious in heaven and earth, could not pass through this green-gold dress and directly enter her body. The meridian Dantian.

As a result, the [-] first-class poems headed by the four Nanshan poems turned around and crashed into Concubine Zhao Ling's eyebrow chakra together with a huge amount of spiritual energy and strange visions.

Inside, there is a dilapidated and half-destroyed lonely lotus pond.

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