i have a sword fairy

"Qing Jun's heart... can only pretend to be a husband, a sun."

She had a shallow smile and a weak voice, but Concubine Zhao Ling tried her best to speak in an extremely gentle tone, and said the words full of affection and love that had been hidden in the deepest part of her heart.

"No no no."

From some gagged little girl.

Looking back, Zhao Qian'er pressed Zhao Rong's hand that blocked her mouth, and she said crisply: "I am the same. Well, it is slightly different, there are two, one moon and one sun."

Hmph, it's not pretending to understand this time, Brother Rong, don't cover my mouth!

The little girl was so confident that she almost put her hands on her hips...

Zhao Rong frowned.Very good, undifferentiated universal love is absolutely impossible, if Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er dare, then family law will serve them, ahem.

Therefore, Qingjun should be the Mohist Susi who occasionally heard it.

But in an instant, Zhao Rong remembered something again.This afternoon, when he was accompanying Qingjun to work in Duyou City, he saw that when she was helping the teacher with something, she seemed to have visited the Mozhe Mansion in the East City, where all the black men in white clothes came in and out.

When Zhao Rong and Qian'er were waiting outside the door, he took a few more curious glances. At that time, Qian'er was chattering aside, so he didn't think much about it.

Looking at it now, in Xiaoyao Mansion, the teacher who seems to be surnamed Bai who values ​​his wife very much...

At this moment, when Zhao Rong frowned and thought, he didn't notice that the roof was a little quiet.

Especially after the lady lowered her head shyly, and her autumn eyes overflowed with love, the atmosphere began to become weird, and the three of them stopped talking and had different thoughts, so an ambiguous atmosphere gradually formed.

Concubine Zhao Ling kept her head silent.

Zhao Qian'er looked left and right at Brother Rong'er and Miss Rong'er with her lively peach eyes, and then raised her small head to look at the already dark night.She blinked.

Zhao Rong was thinking for a moment, and at a certain moment, he finally came back to his senses, and was about to ask something clearly, "Qingjun, Susi you just said..."

Zhao Qian'er interrupted suddenly:

"Brother Rong, miss, it seems to be getting late. It's almost three o'clock. Let's talk later. Brother Rong will take me down the mountain in two days. There are still things to do tomorrow. Um, Let him rest earlier."

Zhao Rong frowned, "Wait a minute, that..."

"Uh-huh."

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stood up, her eyelids drooped, she turned and left, "Husband, Qian'er, you should go to bed earlier."

Zhao Rong raised his hand, "Hey, Qing Jun, don't leave, I have one more thing..."

Hearing "one more thing", under the moonlight, Concubine Zhao Lingfei's fair and pretty face was dyed a touch of pink, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her pace continued, and even accelerated, like a bird out of a cage, To escape here.

Zhao Rong didn't react for a while, and he forgot the bad intentions of staying overnight today. He was thinking about business.

Zhao Rong stood where he was, and called out in doubt, "No, Qingjun, why are you running, wait..."

Zhao Qian'er glanced at the hopeless brother Rong'er, shaking her hair with a bun.

Hey, you're so stupid, what's the use of just talking about it, post it with a 'slapstick face', Miss can withstand your trick, which time is it not defeated... Well, Brother Stupid Rong, look at you For my little flower's sake...it's so annoying, the lady is in the 'front', so you can't hurry up... hurry up...

The little girl blushed slightly, muttered a few words to herself, held the purple flower in Fuxiu's hair with her small hand, and in the next second, she jumped up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and quickly stepped forward, blocking Concubine Zhao Ling's way.

"Miss, don't go alone. Where will Brother Rong sleep tonight? You haven't said anything yet."

"What to do, where does he sleep... There are so many rooms, you just need to prepare a comfortable room for him, don't ask me."

"Oh, but there is no guest room in the back house that we can stay in directly. We came back so late and were just busy taking a bath and chatting. I forgot to order the servants, and I didn't tidy up the guest room for him. Now it's midnight, um, I can only Squeeze. So... just let Brother Rong go to your bed and squeeze?"

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head like a rattle, and turned around to go around Xiao Qian'er, "I...my bed is small, it can't be squeezed. He...he sleeps restlessly, and he is so big."

Only then did Zhao Rong remember the business of looking for Qingjun today, and swallowed what he was about to ask just now.Hearing this at this moment, when he opened his eyes, how did you know?

Zhao Qian'er shook her head, "Hey, big is big, whatever you want, just squeeze hard... What are you afraid of... Hey, miss, what are you afraid of, is this your husband or mine. Well, okay, no Let him go to bed, then I will reluctantly accept Brother Rong and squeeze with him..."

Concubine Zhao Ling stopped her steps, raised her head, and said urgently and resolutely, "No!"

"Oh, then squeeze with you."

Concubine Zhao Ling's upright black eyebrows collapsed, her voice weakened again, "It's...not good either."

Zhao Qian'er said in an old-fashioned way: "This will not work, and that will not work, then Brother Rong, where do you want to sleep? You can't squeeze with Uncle Bai and Grandpa Kun, right? No matter how you say it, you are uncle. Miss, don't worry about it, although at night Sleeping on the same bed with him, but does Brother Rong still dare not listen to you? Besides..."

The little girl glanced at Brother Rong who was looking at her with gratitude, and said seriously with a small face:

"Besides, how can Brother Rong be so wicked?"

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

Zhao Rong blushed.

But immediately, he nodded solemnly, "My lady, why don't you squeeze, I don't care..."

Concubine Zhao Ling blushed, turned her face away, and did not make another sound.

After about a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong came to her boudoir together with Concubine Zhao Ling as she wished...

Chapter 336 Why Are You Working So Hard?

What's in Concubine Zhao Ling's boudoir?

Zhao Rong followed her obediently, all the way to a spacious boudoir. On the way, both of them walked forward with their heads covered, and Qingjun walked in front with his head bowed, silent.

So he didn't look at it very closely, he looked like a gentleman who didn't squint, ahem.

However, from Zhao Rong's peripheral vision, it can be roughly seen that the decorations and furniture in Qingjun's boudoir in Qinglianju are relatively monotonous and simple.

And it seems that there is also a lack of young women of her age who mostly like to play with boudoir objects for dressing up, such as flower arrangements, embroidered piers, water porcelain and so on.

Keep everything simple and make concessions for practice.

Therefore, the largest space in the boudoir is used for practice.

The ground is filled with tuanpu, three-foot green fronts, and tomes of classics...

Other than that, Zhao Rong only saw the simple rouge box on the low-key dressing table, the cumbersome tea set on the tea table, the embroidered female red objects on the suitcase, and... a simple and long imperial concubine couch .

Zhao Rong shook his head lightly, and glanced at the straight back of the lady in front of him with 'red makeup and plain waist'.

How did he live so casually, when he was not around before, he was all busy with his practice?

No, he had to save his wife's boudoir life.

It's so monotonous, don't live like Yu Huaijin, something is wrong, why did you mention her again?

So, just do what you say, start from tonight...

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know that the husband behind her had so many dramas in his heart, and even wanted to show her the fun of the husband and wife's boudoir after marriage, which is different from childhood sweethearts.

Although she was deeply skeptical of Qian'er's words, "Brother Rong'er can have evil intentions", she didn't shy away from it anymore.

She couldn't really drive him away, she felt soft-hearted when she saw Brother Rong's embarrassing appearance.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling bent down and lit a candle, illuminating half of the boudoir.

In the dim orange light, she led Zhao Rong to the imperial concubine's bed in the house.

She narrowed her eyes and said softly, "Just... just sleep here."

Zhao Rong glanced at the narrow and low imperial concubine's couch, and nodded secretly. It was really crowded, and he was very kind.

And one can tell at a glance that Qingjun should not sleep much on weekdays, and the bed is just a simple couch. She told him to go to bed more often in Dongli Xiaozhu, but she herself...

"Ah."

Zhao Rong gently sniffed the floating fragrance in the room, mixed with the cold fragrance from Qingjun's body.

He raised his hand and began to undress.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned around and walked aside, seeming to glance at Zhao Rong halfway.

Zhao Rong took off his coat and hung it on the hanger next to him, looking as if nothing had happened, but in the middle of his movements, he secretly locked on the lady's body from the corner of his eye.

At this time, seeing her passing by and out of peripheral vision, Zhao Rong turned his head directly, followed with his eyes, always paying attention to the lady's every move.

I saw Qingjun walking to the screen dignifiedly and gracefully with a cold face, where there was a pair of wooden clogs tied with ribbons on the ground.

She raised one slender jade leg with her knees bent, her right foot stretched straight up, one hand grasping the edge of the screen, the other hand hanging down her hook finger, and took off the embroidered shoe.

Immediately, her delicate jade feet were revealed. Although she was wearing silk stockings, the skin on the small part of her calf exposed under the hem of the skirt when Shang Qingjun raised her leg was as white as frost and slightly dazzling.

The dimly lit room seemed to brighten up.

Zhao Rong's eyes were a little straight, but in the next second, he closed his expression, turned his head back suddenly, and continued to do his own thing as usual.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly turned her head to look at Zhao Rong, seeing his calm appearance, her autumn eyes lightly glanced at him for a while.

Not long after, she turned her head again, stuck her jade feet into the ribbon clogs, then took off the other embroidered shoe, and put on the clogs as well.

Concubine Zhao Ling twisted her jade feet left and right a few times, and stomped lightly.

During the movements, she turned her back to Zhao Rong, and her cold and pretty face suddenly couldn't hold back anymore, her eyebrows frowned, her autumn eyes moved left and right, their light flickered, and she breathed out a breath of fragrance quietly.

In less than three breaths, Concubine Zhao Ling's rich expression subsided in an instant, and her slightly cold pretty face was restored.

She turned around gracefully and naturally, and walked back to the bed with frosty white jade feet and wooden clogs with ribbons. After passing by Zhao Rong who was moving slowly, she sat on the edge of the imperial concubine's bed and turned onto the bed.

Seeing that the lady finally came back, Zhao Rong heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing that she had already gone to bed, he quickly packed up his clothes as soon as he couldn't breathe, and walked to the imperial concubine's bed in one step.

It's just that he was a little regretful that Qingjun didn't take off any clothes, it was still a white skirt.

Moreover, there was no such bloody scene of "kneeling on the bed with her buttocks raised to test her husband's determination".

Zhao Rong shook his head to dispel those harmful images in the heart lake, lifted the quilt, and prepared to go to bed and "squeeze" with Qingjun.

Concubine Zhao Ling hugged her knees, lowered her eyes, seemed to be looking at the embroidery on the quilt, and whispered: "Husband, why don't we sleep at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed?"

Zhao Rong looked down and shook his head, "I'm afraid it smells..."

Concubine Zhao Ling's autumn eyes brightened slightly, and she smiled, "It's all right, I don't dislike my husband at all."

"But I despise your feet." Zhao Rong interrupted with a straight face.

"You...go to hell!" Zhao Lingfei gritted her teeth and threw the jade pillow over.

Zhao Rong picked it up nimbly, and he glanced down at Qingjun's slender jade legs, and his small feet hidden in pure white socks.

Although the lady is a Sword Cultivator in the Grand Realm, her body is pure and clean, and she is cool and sweatless, but there should be a smell, um, a fragrance.

However, he refused the position proposed by the lady right now.It's not a special hobby.

And all of a sudden, I thought about unlocking such an advanced posture, and I probably won't be able to do it tonight, so let's start with the normal and simple posture slowly.

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth were raised slightly, and he glanced at the lady with upturned eyebrows and gritted silver teeth.

No matter how you look at it, you feel that she is holding on forcibly, pretending to scare him, but in fact she is just a white and tender lamb waiting to be slaughtered, pretending to be a tigress...

Zhao Rong took a big step, blew out the only lamp in the room, stepped back to the bed with a swish, and got into the warm and fragrant quilt covered by someone.

The movements were done in one go, without giving the lady the slightest chance to escape.

There was a big bad wolf in the quilt, and Concubine Zhao Ling curled up and shrank inside.

Zhao Rong was lying on his back, taking up a lot of space on the bed, but still not satisfied, he twisted his body and squeezed towards the lady.

In the darkness, Concubine Zhao Ling shrank again, but this time, she was 'circling in place', because there was really no place for her to hide on the other side.

Zhao Rong secretly smiled, and stretched out a 'devil claw' to sneak forward, occupying the territory of the bed; at the same time, he turned to Qingjun who couldn't see his expression, and said in a tentative tone: "My lady, this long night... huh!"

Just when he wanted to talk about life, ideals, children, and the cafeteria, Zhao Rong was suffocated because... his mouth was blocked.

Zhao Rong wanted to do whatever he wanted tonight in the quilt, but Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly turned to the right, and instantly changed from a delicate little lamb waiting to be skinned, to a white tiger, sitting nimbly on Zhao Rong's body as if pouncing on food.

She stretched out one bare hand to support Zhao Rong's thick chest, and straightened Zhao Rong's face with the other "dominant and gentle" hand. Concubine Zhao Ling bowed her head, and three thousand blue hairs fell like a waterfall.

In the darkness, the black hair fell on Zhao Rong's face, like bright black ribbons. He had just spoken halfway, and only had time to look at those long and narrow autumn eyes, and she leaned down...

The bright autumn eyes are close at hand.

Together with her warm breath.

The red, tender and moist vermilion lips, like water, are violent and active waves for a while, and gentle and calm autumn water for a while.

"Uuuuuuu..."

At this moment, Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide, hesitated, subconsciously struggled but was suppressed in vain, so he stretched out his arms and hugged the slender waist of the beautiful woman on his body, helplessly turning 'being raped' into 'enjoyment', tasting what she sent up. soft balsamic lips with sugar.

"Huh~"

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head, her delicate nose was pressed against his nose, her forehead was pressed against her forehead, and she gnawed 'viciously' on her husband who wanted to bully her for a while.