i have a sword fairy

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I only wish that the king's heart resembles my heart, and I will never let go of love.

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I wish to have a heart, a white head, and never leave.

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In front of the desk, Concubine Zhao Ling had her legs bent and her tender body curled up in the spacious chair, holding her knees together with one hand, quietly flipping through the love poems on the table with the other, and reciting softly with brows and eyes.

However, as she was thinking, her face was buried in her knees, and her neck was flushed red.

After tweaking for a long time, I secretly showed my eyes again, and couldn't help but look again.

In that love letter.

He wrote a lot of sentences that made her heart tremble, and besides that, there were a lot of straightforward words and phrases.

"Hi! Concubine Zhao Ling."

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"The paper is short and the love is long, but writing the pen feels like I love you."

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"People intercept the meaning they want from the poet's words, but in my eyes, the ultimate meaning of the poem is to point to you."

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"I fell into a dream that day, and you were picking lotus by the lake, and I came behind you holding jade. It was just in the sky, the surface of the lotus lake was shimmering, and the inside was covered with white clouds and blue sky, and you turned back to me with a smile. Between the color of the sky and the color of the lake, you are the third stunning color."

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"When it's snowing, I want to go out for a walk with you. If you're cold, I'll rub your hands and blow you warm. Walking in the wind and snow will make your hair white."

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"I met you among thousands of people. In the vast river of time, in thousands of years, there was neither a step too late nor a step too early. We met. You are a green plum and I am a bamboo horse—how are you, You're there too."

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Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyelashes trembled, her eyes were full of his words, and her heart was full of his image.

He even stared at the white clouds in the sky through the small casement in a daze, wondering what he looked like when he wrote the letter, what he was doing now, and whether he was thinking about her too.

Occasionally she would chuckle, because some of the letters were so cute.

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"Concubine Zhao Ling, my back hurts."

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"I have something to discuss with you, Qingjun, don't lick your lips in the future, look at the tenderness and tenderness, I want to bite you."

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"I can't help myself when I see the bright moon, and you are the bright moon, so, so, um, Qingjun, do you understand what I mean?"

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"I want to sleep with you."

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"Miss, do you kick people while sleeping?"

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"Little lady, I limit you to appear in front of your husband within three breaths, otherwise, hehe, otherwise I will still lick you."

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Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head in her knees again, her fragrant shoulders trembled, "Hehehe——"

The crisp laughter was blown by the warm wind like a string of wind chimes.

After a while, she finished laughing, raised her head slightly, and raised her hand to brush the hair that fell to the corner of her lips behind her ears.

Zhao Lingfei's face was flushed, she tilted her head, and stretched out two fingers to rub her delicate and small earballs.

Started to stay again.

I was thinking about some weird things.

How could Concubine Zhao Ling sleep? At her level of cultivation, she spends her days meditating and practicing, and her energy recovers much faster than sleeping.

Sleep was a waste of time for her, and uninteresting.

but……

If you are with that person, thinking about it, it seems that sleeping becomes more interesting... Well, if you dare to move around in the quilt at night, I will... I will kick you...

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't even want to see him anymore, she just wanted to accept his love letters every day, so that he would rack his brains every day to remember her and write love words to her.

However, this is just a thought that flashed through my mind...

Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses, gracefully put her bent legs down on the chair, and stepped on the soft carpet with her bare snow-white feet.

She took out a slender brush with a clean white barrel, and began to grind it.

Concubine Zhao Ling was dressed in white and stood barefoot in front of the desk, grabbing the wide sleeve of the writing hand with one hand, revealing a lotus arm.

She concentrated on writing slowly.

On the letterhead sent by Zhao Rong, in addition to the "Yan Ti" regular script he wrote, there are also a series of small regular script, the fonts are beautiful and soft, but there is a faint dignified and rigorous style of writing.

It is actually similar to Zhao Rong's "face and body", but it seems that he has just started to imitate it, and he has not got the spirit of it, it is just a clumsy copy.

But even so, you can see the efforts of Xiaokai's master.

And on each love letter, the contents of lowercase letters are related to that love letter.

For example, on the love letter where the phrase "Hello! Concubine Zhao Ling" is located.

Zhao Lingfei replied from the side: "Hello, Zhao Ziyu."

And the phrase "The paper is short and the love is long, but the writing feels like I love you".

She wrote a serious sentence: "I feel like I miss you even if I close my eyes."

As for other love letters, there are all of them.

Zhao Rong: "... If you are cold, I will rub your hands and blow you warm. In the wind and snow, as you walk, your hair will turn white."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "I, I will also rub and blow for you, but you are not allowed to grow old."

Zhao Rong: "...you are green plum, I am bamboo horse——how are you, you are here too."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "I'm always here, you are not allowed to leave."

As for Zhao Rong's obedient words...

Zhao Rong: "Concubine Zhao Ling, my back hurts."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "Zhao Ziyu, I have itchy teeth, lend me your arm to grind my teeth."

Zhao Rong: "Let's discuss something with you, Qingjun, don't lick your lips in the future, look at the tenderness and tenderness, I want to bite you."

Zhao Lingfei: "If you dare, I will bite you too."

Zhao Rong: "I can't help myself when I see the bright moon, and you are the bright moon, so, so, um, Qingjun, do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao Lingfei: "I don't understand."

Zhao Rong: "Lady, do you kick people while sleeping?"

Zhao Lingfei: "Kick."

And for this letter received today:

"Little lady, I limit you to appear in front of your husband within three breaths, otherwise, hehe, otherwise I will still lick you."

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and thought for a while, squinted her eyes, and wrote "My husband is talking nonsense" one stroke at a time...

As for the quatrains written by Zhao Rong, she racked her brains and couldn't figure out how to get it right, so she neatly copied Zhao Rong's quatrains, right next to Zhao Rong's words.

Especially the sentence "I want to get to know you" in the second love letter, she didn't know how many times she copied it, and there were even some traces of moisture on the letter paper...

Not only do you write love letters to me every day, but I also write to you...

Chapter 173

at night.

After a busy day, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu bought wine and returned to the yard.

Tonight is dark and windy.

Zhao Rong is now in the open-air courtyard, holding his wine and looking up, but he can't see a single star.

He whispered "return" a few more times in his heart, but still no one answered.

"Ziyu, what are you thinking?" Fan Yushu asked wearily.

He had been so listless all day since what happened in the morning.

Zhao Rong looked away, "It's okay."

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong again, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Tonight they have already agreed not to get drunk or to return home.

Fan Yushu looked up at the sky, frowned, and muttered, "It looks like it's raining, it's not too young."

He is a native of Duyou City and knows the weather here quite well.

Afterwards, they went into Fan Yushu's house to drink.

To Zhao Rong's surprise, Fan Yushu didn't intend to confide in him while drinking.

He didn't tell Zhao Rong the story of him and Ye Lanzhi.

Inside the room, Fan Yushu was leaning on a chair, drinking with his head covered.

It seems to belong to the type that the more you drink, the less you talk.

But Zhao Rong didn't care, anyway, he didn't really want to chat, but he was a little afraid that Fan Yushu would be overwhelmed, so he came to accompany him. Anyway, he was the first classmate Zhao Rong knew when he just entered the academy. here.

The two just drank wine, but Fan Yushu drank one cup after another, while Zhao Rong took a sip from time to time and occasionally looked out the window.

The night passed quietly.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Fan Yushu leaned back, fell on the back of the chair, supported the handle of the chair with one hand, and shook the wine glass with three fingers in the other hand, staring straight at the shaking wine, wondering what he was thinking.

"Ziyu." He said suddenly.

Zhao Rong looked away from the window, "Hmm."

Fan Yushu's eyes were drunk, but he leaned forward and said in a serious tone, "Do you know who I am?"

Looking at his mysterious appearance, Zhao Rong raised the corners of his lips slightly, then lowered them again, with a solemn expression.

"Hey, who are you?"

"My surname is Fan."

"Well, that's right."

"My surname is Fan."

"I know."

"My home is in Duyou East City."

"and then."

"I..." Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong's expression speechlessly, with his eyes still wide open waiting for his answer, and he didn't understand his hint at all.

Can't help but let out a long sigh, these are all strange classmates whom I know.

But Fan Yushu thought about it, and remembered that Zhao Rong was not from Duyou City, and it seemed that he had just come to Duyou City not long ago.