i have a sword fairy

Zhao Lingfei, who lowered her head, puffed her mouth slightly, and reached out to pick up her teacup in the next second. She was about to take a symbolic sip, and when she put it down, she slammed down on the table vigorously. Be enlightened.

However, what caught Concubine Zhao Ling by surprise was that just as she picked up the teacup, Zhao Rong at the table left without looking back.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her long and narrow eyes...

Zhao Rong turned around and left, sighing slightly in his heart, serving tea?Okay, got it, let's see off the guests.

When he turned around, a girl with a round face and a red carp appeared next to Zhao Rong at the right time, and saluted gracefully. Don't be disgusted, son."

The two had known each other for a while on the way up the mountain. At this moment, the round-faced red carp girl winked at Zhao Rong quietly. Well, she turned out to be a hypocrite with a lustful heart and courage, hehe...

Seeing the narrow smile in her eyes, Zhao Rong felt a little helpless, but he also knew that this was probably the ladder that Miss Ye arranged for him. Although he didn't care about the eyes around him, it was inconvenient to refuse other people's kindness.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, "Girl's name?"

"My name is Green Pearl."

The two of them prepared to walk to the empty table beside them.

Luzhu leaned to the right and got close to Zhao Rong, wanting to tease this funny idiot in a low voice.

Zhao Rong said without looking back: "I have a wife, don't get so close."

Luzhu snorted softly, "Oh, you're bluffing me again, you have a wife and you still..."

In the next second, her words stopped suddenly.

Because, a woman that Luzhu never expected blocked their way, and before she came and thought too much, this woman stretched out her hand and took away the fake idiot beside her without any delay...

The prefects and academy scholars at the Yaji looked at Concubine Zhao Ling who had kept her head down in astonishment. After Zhao Rong and Luzhu left, she suddenly raised her head, as if she had realized something. Standing up, she hurried forward, blocking Zhao Rong and Luzhu, and then there was a scene that surprised everyone even more. Concubine Zhao Ling stretched out her hand and snatched Zhao Rong away, took his hand, pulled Zhao Rong, and shook her head. Without returning, he returned to his seat.

The air on Yaji was a little silent and frozen.

Countless eyes meet and stagger from time to time, you look at me, I look at you, and then they can't help but focus on the pair of men and women who are still holding hands even when they are sitting down.

Concubine Zhao Ling squeezed Zhao Rong's hand tightly, and brought her husband back to his seat.

Concubine Zhao Ling's complexion gradually returned to blood. She bit her lip, but she didn't dare to look at Zhao Rong. Instead, she lowered her head and stretched out her jade hand to carefully pat the dust on Zhao Rong's kneeling mat before letting him sit down, as cute as a kitten.

Just after Zhao Rong turned and left, Concubine Zhao Ling was a little angry at first, but when those harsh words mocking Zhao Rong came from her ears, she was suddenly in a turmoil.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly realized that these days, his accommodating and flattering her had made her self-willed unconsciously, and the self-willedness just now ignored her husband's feelings, which would make him very embarrassed.

In fact, Concubine Zhao Ling's original intention was not like this, she was just intoxicated by Zhao Rong's feeling of doting on her - he hadn't doted on her for a long time.

However, recently, he has been too harsh on Brother Rong Er. He delivered letters on time every day, but she didn't respond. Brother Rong Er will be bored after sending them for a long time, right?And this time when she came to see him, she also treated him coldly, and asked him to post it, but was misunderstood and laughed at by outsiders... So Concubine Zhao Ling was frightened for a moment, thinking that Zhao Rong had hurt the man's self-esteem by her, so she turned around and left. In her opinion, this is something a Confucian wife should never do. At least in front of outsiders, she should always worry about her husband's face.

So, she got up desperately and went after him.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyes quietly, taking a peek at Zhao Rong's expression.

She thought about it, and carefully handed a cup of tea to Zhao Rong with both hands.

Raise the case with eyebrows.

Chapter 186 Just looking at you makes me drunk

Zhao Rong was led back to his position by Concubine Zhao Ling in a daze.

He was a little confused for a while.

At this moment, kneeling on the kneeling mat that Concubine Zhao Ling had carefully wiped and tried, Zhao Rong gradually regained his composure.

He stared straight at Qing Jun beside him, and licked his dry lips.

Zhao Rong's right hand can still feel the cold touch of her jade hand just now—the cold sweat in Qing Jun's hand, but he is holding him tightly, as if he is afraid that he will leave with other women...

So, just now I misunderstood what she meant... Didn't she want to serve tea to the guests?

However, what happened to Qingjun's reaction now?Like a frightened deer, flustered, did she also misunderstand something...

At this moment, this corner table case by the creek is the center of gathering attention of countless eyes, but a man and a woman behind the case did not give the slightest attention to the outside world, they are carefully trying to figure out each other's thoughts And feelings, don't care about others, only care about each other.

The change of happiness and anger for the lover affects the mind.

Zhao Rong looked at the lady in front of him seriously.

She coiled her hair for him and never let it go in front of outsiders.

At this time, she was wearing a moon-white chest-length skirt again, and she was also wearing it for him to see.

Fang's face was flushed, and her eyebrows were neatly drawn. She probably thought of him before going out and dressed up meticulously.

But now that Qian'er has not returned, Zhao Rong heard Qian'er say in a chat that Qing Jun is not very good at dressing up, and her hand is more familiar with the hilt of a sword than eyebrow pencil.

So, before going out in the morning, this silly lady sat alone in front of the dressing table, thrushing her eyebrows clumsily over and over again?I don't know if she in the bronze mirror was smiling or annoyed, or both. When she thought of him, she smiled like a flower, and when her eyebrows were drawn crookedly, she bit her lips in anger, but when she thought of meeting him soon, she would smile again ...

Feeling pity in Zhao Rong's heart, he took a deep breath and frowned slightly.

He wanted to embrace Qingjun immediately, but he had to take her feelings into consideration. This was the lesson Zhao Rong had learned a few times before, and he could no longer "bully" her too much in public like Sijitang——Qingjun was not a woman from a previous life No matter how much she accommodates him, she is still polite in her bones, and she can't accept too aggressive behavior when there are many people, unless the private parts of the two are private, like that time when she took the initiative to wipe his sweat on a rainy night...

Therefore, Zhao Rong wanted to respect Qing Jun as well.

Concubine Zhao Ling was facing Zhao Rong. She lowered her head and lowered her eyes, holding the teacup in both hands, level with her eyebrows, and respectfully handed the tea to Zhao Rong.

It's just that someone walked away for a while, and didn't pick it up immediately.

Concubine Zhao Ling waited for a moment with lowered eyebrows, and realized that Zhao Rong still did not move. Her lips were tightly pressed, and the tender red lips gradually lost their color.

With the hot tea in his hands, the mirror-like surface of the water created waves out of thin air. You must know that the hands holding the tea have held a sword that is a hundred times heavier than the teacup steadily for thousands of times...

Concubine Zhao Ling became more and more anxious. At a certain moment, she mustered up her courage, raised her eyes lightly, and carefully looked at her husband's face, but met Zhao Rong's straight gaze, and saw his straight eyebrows gathering in the middle.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyelashes trembled, and her originally clear and clear voice was also affected, with a trill, she whispered weakly: "You, you drink tea, I have learned it for a long time, I want to brew it for you, don't be angry , why don't you taste a little, if it doesn't taste good, don't drink it... wait, it's a little hot, I'll blow it up, huh... huh... Brother Rong, don't be angry, I won't be self-willed in the future, don't be self-willed because of me I was so angry that I really didn't dare, really..."

Her voice was getting weaker and weaker, until finally she was feeling sorry for herself.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head slightly, her eyes were gazing at Zhao Rong eagerly through the steam rising from the teacup.

Zhao Rong, who was distracted, saw Qingjun's eyes almost exactly the same as when he was a child, and his heart trembled. Every time she accidentally made him angry when she was a child, she always had such a pitiful look.

But Zhao Rong didn't have time to miss it too much, he straightened up, frowned, and quickly explained: "No, I'm not angry, Qingjun, you think too much, I don't even have time to love you, so I would be willing to be angry with you. "

After saying that, looking at Concubine Zhao Ling who was still holding tea in both respectful hands, but who had suddenly burst into a smile, Zhao Rong quickly straightened his clothes, knelt and bent over, raised his hands, and took the cup from the lady's hand with a solemn expression. A profound tea.

He moves meticulously.

This was the first time that Qingjun served him tea as his wife.

At the same time, it is also a dining etiquette between husband and wife. Both parties should respect and perform the ceremony, rather than one party being humble.

The two of them finished their ceremony.

Concubine Zhao Ling was filled with joy after hearing Zhao Rong's explanation. Her eyes were wide open, and there was a smile inside. She watched him drink the tea with clear eyes. This did not conform to the tea ceremony that Concubine Zhao Ling learned, but there was Her most anticipated wish surpassed all gifts.

After Zhao Rong took a sip, Concubine Zhao Ling took the empty teacup with a smile, picked up the teapot, and went to pour tea. She squinted at the teacup, stared quietly for a while, and then asked softly, "Brother Ronger, are you Angry, why did you just leave, don't sit with me..."

Zhao Rong gave a general explanation helplessly, Concubine Zhao Ling gave a snort, and also smiled and said what she thought at the time.

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Zhao Rong sighed in his heart, and was a little grateful for this little misunderstanding, which made him and Qingjun almost reconcile. Well, the only thing missing now is that Moyu, and I don’t know if Qingjun will give it to her now. ...

Zhao Rong looked at the lady who was concentrating on pouring tea for him, couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab it, and took another plain hand of hers.

Zhao Rong's five fingers slightly opened, and got into Concubine Zhao Ling's palm, and his fingers intertwined. He held her little hand in both hands, looked down at it, and stroked it carefully, as if he was holding a piece of suet jade.

Her hands are like catkins, Zhao Rong took a closer look, she was slender and white, he squeezed it slightly, it was as soft as boneless, and then gently stroked, it was as smooth as fat,

However, this piece of nephrite that made Zhao Rong's heart flutter was not white and flawless.

He frowned slightly, and rubbed the calluses on Qing Jun's palm with his fingers, feeling a little distressed.

Concubine Zhao Ling put down the teapot, lowered her head slightly, and let Zhao Rong hold her hand, without looking at him, she said in a shy tone, "Don't make trouble, I still have to make tea, Husband... Isn't Husband thirsty? Wait a minute!" , I will touch it later..."

In the last two sentences, the voice was so small that Zhao Rong wondered if she had spoken at all...

He smiled warmly and said: "I'm not thirsty anymore, Qingjun, just looking at you will make me drunk."

The girl in Ruqun with moles in her eyes stopped moving, her head drooped, her ears were red, and she trembled: "Me too."

The two clasped their fingers tightly.

In this corner of the Yaji, all these movements that happened fell into the eyes of everyone on the field.

From the very beginning to now, Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling's act of acting like no one else has always attracted everyone's unblinking eyes, and there are "colorful" different expressions in their eyes.

Or shocked, or stunned, or surprised, or unbelievable...

And some news that was originally scoffed at by many people in the government and just regarded as silly gossip, was gradually turned into something called fact by the intimate behavior of the two behind the table.

Ye Ruoxi and Li Jinshu stood together, but they didn't turn their heads to look at each other since not long ago. Instead, they both stretched their necks, staring at their respective junior sister and younger brother intently.

There was a long silence between the two.

At a certain moment, Ye Ruoxi couldn't help but say without turning her head, "Here, this Mr. Zhao is really your little junior brother? Why hasn't he heard you mention this..."

Her eyes were still staring at that side, looking up and down carefully at Zhao Rong's appearance. Just now, the picture of Ye Ruoxi's cold and lonely concubine concubine helping Zhao Rong blow tea with her lips pouting carefully, now It was still flashing in her mind, and it was estimated that this scene would be hard to forget for a long, long time.

Hearing this, Li Jinshu stared in a daze with unmoving eyes. After a long while, he shook his head with emotion and said:

"I don't know about this either. I've been busy with the teacher these days, and I haven't had much contact with the juniors. I only met my junior when I went to the Four Seasons Hall during class. The junior didn't mention to me that he was married either. ...Um, but I do know that he seems to often go to Nanci Jingshe with Junior Brother Fan, and I was going to look for an opportunity to talk to them later, but I didn't expect... Alas, the wife of Junior Brother Fan is actually this Fairy Zhao."

Ye Ruoxi also sighed with him and shook her head lightly.

She exhaled, and suddenly, she seemed to remember something.

Ye Ruoxi quietly turned her head and looked in a certain direction, there was a man she had promised to help "match".

At this time, Ji Ganyi was expressionless.

When Zhao Rong walked towards Concubine Zhao Ling just now, he realized Zhao Rong's identity. After the arrangement was made, when the son-in-law left in despair, he went to sit with Concubine Zhao Ling, what he said to her.

However, in his field of vision, he saw Concubine Zhao Ling get up suddenly, with a pale face, hurriedly ran to block the way, and took the initiative to lead that ordinary son-in-law.

Slowly, slowly.

The smile on Ji Ganyi's face froze, and suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, and then until now, his face remained expressionless.

In his eyes at this moment, there was a reflection of the tightly clasped hands of the two, as well as the woman he had always regarded as his partner on the road. She was bowing her head in shame, and she no longer held the sword in her hand, but held him.

Not far away, Yunzi saw Ji Ganyi and shook his head silently...

Liu Kongyi did not expect such a reversal of things.

She squinted at the scene where the man and woman raised their eyebrows not far away, and wrapped her fingers around the slender beard of the dragon carp beside her.

Looking at Concubine Zhao Ling curiously, at this moment, this Xiaoyao Mansion Sword Immortal Embryo, who was always concerned by the students in the past, was showing a side that Liu Kongyi had never thought of.

And the "culprit" of all this...

She turned her eyes and began to look at Zhao Rong, who was dressed as an academy student, with interest.

In another place, Du Yifu looked away from the place where the audience was paying attention, and there was still some unbelievable color in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Li Jinshu, but out of the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a glimpse of Liu Kongyi who he had been paying attention to, and finally saw her strange look at Zhao Rong.

Du Yifu was slightly startled, and followed Liu Kongyi's line of sight to look at Zhao Rong, his eyes were a little cloudy.

Soon.

Yaji, which was silent because of an accident, gradually started to be lively again.

Chapter 187 Don't Let Go

Gathering continues.

People had a tacit understanding and didn't talk about Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling, as if nothing happened.

Only the occasional tacit eyes of some government students or scholars, and the eyes of Zhao Rong and Zhao Rong, proved that some kind of change had occurred.

Regarding these changes in the outside world, Concubine Zhao Ling didn't pay attention to anything, she and Zhao Rong sat almost close to each other, her little hand was held tenderly by Zhao Rong's two hands for a while, and then Concubine Zhao Ling weakly "struggled" to snatch it back .

She just smiled shallowly, her eyes bent like crescent moons, but she lowered her head and did not look at Zhao Rong next to her, while she fiddled with the tea with her hands and feet awkwardly. In the past, she was proficient in a set of tea ceremony operations. I made a little mistake, although I corrected it in time, but the movements are still getting more and more chaotic.

Zhao Rong, who was sitting by the side, kept staring at Concubine Zhao Ling with piercing eyes, not leaving her for a moment, seeing all her clumsiness and little panic in her eyes, which made Concubine Zhao's ears blush.

In front of him, Concubine Zhao Ling felt that she would always be different, and felt strange...

Concubine Zhao Ling puffed her mouth, leaned to the right, and bumped into Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but tilted his body to the left, leaning hard against her.

The two of them leaned against the cow like children and stood next to each other.