i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong had already spoken first, with a serious tone, "Teacher, this disciple knows how to measure."

Yan Jidao nodded, knowing that this disciple would not choose the wrong direction, at least he would not go all the way to the dark.

He said again: "Mr. Meng who taught you the etiquette class, has he gone down the mountain and hasn't returned to the academy yet?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "After I entered the academy, I haven't taken etiquette classes. I don't know when this Mr. Meng will come back."

Yan Jidao looked Zhao Rong up and down, with a thoughtful look on his face, and he didn't know what he thought of, so he took a light breath.

He stared at Zhao Rong, and said slowly:

"You should be back soon. After all, your Mochi Academy is about to take a big exam. Ziyu, after this Mr. Meng comes back, you have to take her class seriously and don't make any mistakes."

Zhao Rong was curious, but he knew that Mr. Meng was named Meng Zhengjun.

In addition to being the teacher of the etiquette class in the willful class, she is also the student of the Mochi Academy and manages the discipline of the six classes.

According to brother Yushu, this is a middle-aged woman who is very suitable to be a teacher for Senior Yu. The young and the old are a perfect match.

As for Mr. Zhu, Senior Yu and Senior Yu don't have the same style of painting at all, and I don't know how to get together...

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, showing some interest. The gentleman teaching etiquette should be very serious, "What do you say, teacher?"

Yan Jidao smiled, and didn't mention this again, a gentleman doesn't tell people's merits behind their backs.

The old man said something else.

"If you have nothing to do, you can go to the Zunjing Pavilion and look through the books. Although there are many books in the library, most of them are miscellaneous books. The Zunjing Pavilion is full of scriptures, and the environment is quiet, suitable for reading."

Seeing this, Zhao Rong no longer cared about the topic just now, and said seriously, "Disciple, remember."

Afterwards, seeing that Mr. Yan had nothing to do, he got up and saluted, took his leave and left.

He took Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er and left Lanzhoudu together.

Chapter 300 is gluttonous

After leaving Lanzhoudu.

Zhao Rong took his wife and Qian'er for a walk and play in the maple forest by the river.

Qian'er seemed to be mischievous and squeezed between Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling, and the two of them were not allowed to be "tired" together.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling looked at each other, their eyes a little dumbfounded.

How is it like bringing a child.

But even so, it can't stop the two hearts who want to be together.

Qian'er was walking between the two of them, and gradually felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Brother Rong and Miss were a little strangely quiet.

At a certain moment, the little girl had an idea and turned her head abruptly.

Behind her, the hands of Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling were pulled together again, swinging gently.

At this moment, after being caught and revealed, the two 'cheating' hands have retracted.

Qian'er was slightly stunned, turning her little head from side to side mechanically, looking at the two of them.

Brother Rong looked as if nothing had happened, but the young lady turned her face away in embarrassment.

"you……"

Qian'er's head is full of black lines, she just feels that her stomach is full again after taking a walk to digest lunch, and her belly is bulging...

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling also felt a little embarrassed.

But seeing Xiao Qian'er's cute appearance, he still couldn't help laughing.

Happy times always pass quickly.

Zhao Rong is also somewhat greedy for the time with Qingjun and Qian'er, but he is no longer the carefree child he used to be.

The same is true for Concubine Zhao Ling and Qian'er.

Everyone has their own work to do.

Not long after, Zhao Rong smiled and said a few words, and left Linlu Academy with his two daughters.

Zhao Rong sent them off for a while, and when they parted, he took out a stack of yellow apricot leaves and handed them to Concubine Zhao Ling, smiling without saying a word.

The latter bit his lip, took it, and opened it.

On each apricot leaf, some words and sentences of different lengths were written intermittently.

His elegant lowercase script is either dark or light in ink.

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help raising her eyes to look at Zhao Rong, who had a warm smile but didn't speak.

She knew that these should be the essays he wrote in his spare time these days, and the love words he wrote when he missed her.

Concubine Zhao Ling squinted her autumn eyes, she knew it because...

She thought of him the same way.

Concubine Zhao Ling sometimes felt that something was clogging her chest, so she couldn't help but go to the south window that was always open, looking at the place where her husband was studying in the distance.

She also wanted to write down her uncontrollable love and asked Hongyan to send it to him.

It's just that Concubine Zhao Ling is not a woman who sings papers and pens, sings wind and moon, like Liu Kongyi.

She bit the pen holder with her red lips, staring blankly at the white and clean paper, her plain hand that held the sword freely, she couldn't let it go.

Apart from 'I miss you', 'I miss you very much', 'I, I really miss you very much' and other straightforward sentences that make her blush, I really can't think of anything else.

So at that time, Concubine Zhao Ling quietly put down her pen.

Or pick up the female red, and continue to knit that person stitch by stitch.

Or go get the love letters he wrote to her, and read them softly word by word.

It's just that after Qian'er came back, Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't bear the staring of the little girl's dark and lively peach blossom eyes. She was afraid that she would be caught up in asking questions, so she sandwiched the love letter among other books, leaning against the window and pretending to read. up...

This is her longing.

And what is your husband's longing for these days? Does he miss her the way she misses him.

Looking at the countless apricot leaves and words in her hand, Concubine Zhao Ling knew it.

At this moment, the woman in purple stared down,

Her eyebrows and eyes are joyful, and her smile is like a flower.

Qian'er stood aside, looking at Zhao Rong eagerly.

The latter pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help twirling an apricot leaf lightly, her autumn eyes peeked at it, but Xia Fei's cheeks appeared in the next second.

She turned her face away, lightly raised her bare hands, and brushed a few strands of blue hair from her forehead behind her ears with her green fingers, preparing to put away this 'wacky' apricot leaf.

It's just that Qian'er, who had a depressed face, saw the young lady's red cheeks, and became suspicious immediately, and moved to her side with a whoosh.

"What are you hiding, what strange 'gameplay' do you young people have?"

Qian'er muttered dissatisfiedly, glanced at the words on the apricot leaf, and read out lightly:

"Crimson silk cage snow, nephrite jade warm fragrance, autumn eyes looking forward, smiling all charming. Immortal body, husband..."

The little girl was chanting, her voice gradually became smaller, and finally her voice was like a mosquito.

She glanced at Brother Ronger and spat lightly.

Zhao Rong stood still with his sleeves folded, his expression normal.

Seeing that the lady happened to see this maple leaf.

The corner of his mouth curled, and he took a step forward suddenly, leaning close to the shy lady's ear.

Zhao Rong looked at her round, small, blood-like red earballs, took a breath and said softly, "...how can my husband get rid of her fairy body?"

The red silken silk covers the white skin, carrying nephrite jade, delicate and warm fragrance, the beautiful eyes are like autumn water, and the sudden smile is really charming and tender in every way.

The figure of a lady as beautiful as a goddess or a fairy, how can the husband bear it?

At this moment, Zhao Rong whispered close to Concubine Zhao Ling, and their faces touched.

Zhao Rong felt that her red cheeks were suddenly hot, as if she was about to roast him, and the soft touch came continuously.

Zhao Rong suddenly had the thought of taking a bite, whether it was the exquisite ruby-like earballs in front of him, or her pink cheeks like overripe apples.

I want to leave some teeth marks.

his traces.

Just the next second.

Zhao Rong felt the half-accompanied beauty in his arms, and jumped out like a little rabbit.

Concubine Zhao Ling put away the stack of apricot leaves she had been holding on her chest, and punched him in the chest.

"I won't let you enjoy it."

Her tone was annoyed, her autumn eyes were red, she glared at Zhao Rong, her eyes waved like love or resentment, sorrow or joy, softness or firmness...

Thousands of tastes and all kinds of sorrows lingering in a woman's heart.

All in this raised eye.

Zhao Rong was stunned and blinked.

"Qian'er, let's go home."

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't look at this husband who was thinking of 'bad thoughts' every day, and turned around to leave.

This villain actually said so straightforwardly and confidently by teasing her body.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know whether to be angry or happy.

Getting cheap and acting like a good boy... I don't know how to bear it?Then don't take it!

Besides, you just, can't be more tactful... Just like her, she likes everything about her sweetheart, the only person, and... also greedy for his body... But she always hides it in her heart and doesn't say it out of her mouth...

Women come in purple and leave in purple.

Tall and graceful.

Zhao Rong stood where he was, and couldn't help but look at the arrogant back of the lady.

He raised his hand to touch his nose, but felt that the movement was a bit strange, so he put it down.

Zhao Rong felt that there was nothing wrong with the gluttonous lady's body. If she said she was not greedy, Qing Jun would probably have to skin her.

And he was right when he said 'how to suffer'.

She has the physique of a sword cultivator at the peak of the Grand Virtue Realm, and Zhao Rong has the physique of a bottleneck stage in the Ascension to Heaven Realm.

But it was really hard for him to bear it, and Qingjun was also stuck on the matter of 'his greedy body'.

It is estimated that Zhao Rong will be able to let go...

So he just sighed with emotion and complained a little.

But Qing Jun's red face and arrogant appearance is quite cute.

Seeing her going back, Zhao Rong chuckled.

At the same time, he seriously thought about his recent practice...

"Brother Rong, I, I want it too."

At this time, suddenly a weak and tender voice came from the side.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and saw a certain little girl.

Qian'er clutched her belly, looking aggrieved, consciously full that she couldn't be fuller.

She sniffled and looked at Brother Rong Er.

Zhao Rong also felt a little embarrassed, he and Qing Jun have been intimate and almost forgot about this girl.

Zhao Rong nodded suddenly, as if thinking of something.

He took out a few more apricot leaves and envelopes from his sleeve.