i have a sword fairy

As for later, when the two were in deep love, there were some smaller agreements, such as Zhao Rong picked the moon for her, and she nodded and promised him anything, such as fetching jade, or agreeing to a certain little fox. A demon enters the room?

It's just that Qing Jun may have forgotten these promises that are more like a joke, and he doesn't take them seriously, but someone remembers them all... and is silently waiting for the opportunity...

Right now, Concubine Zhao Ling blushed in the face of her husband who had accurately located Moyu and fulfilled one of the three conditions.

She snorted softly, turned her face away, opened her red lips lightly, but her tone stabbed at her husband:

"Heh, I'm still to blame. Brother Rong, who on earth failed to meet the agreed requirements? If you did, how could I cover it up? Aren't I still afraid that you will just watch and feel uncomfortable? As a result, now It's my fault, and..."

The girl with autumn eyes paused for a moment, rolled her beautiful and playful eyes, and smiled: "It's as if you're too lazy to take it..."

"Oh, do you think I'm not good enough?" Zhao Rong said suddenly.

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself, don't make excuses to bully me again." Concubine Zhao Ling smiled, looking at a person who was in trouble in a short period of time.

"I can not?"

Zhao Rong nodded, feeling that the younger brother of the family had received a serious challenge.

In the next second, he moved like a rabbit, and rushed forward with a groaning sound. With lightning speed, he threw Concubine Zhao Ling on the table, pressing his body firmly on her soft and delicate body.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was smiling a little cunningly, was pressed down by her husband who seemed to be getting angry from embarrassment. At first, she didn't care.

Because he was still crushed by Zhao Rong!

For the first time, she didn't break free with what she thought was just the right amount of force. It stands to reason that even if she followed the path of a martial artist, she would have to lift it off.

"Brother Rong, you...you..." Concubine Zhao Ling widened her beautiful eyes, staring at the young Confucian scholar on her body, and couldn't help but think of a certain possibility...

"I can't?" Zhao Rong asked softly again, and then he pressed down on the beautiful woman with his usual expression, and gently pushed her back.

"Hmm~" Concubine Zhao Ling called out subconsciously in a nasal voice, she forgot to blush and feel annoyed, but opened her autumn eyes wide, feeling Zhao Rong's strength at this time and the vibrant energy in his body.

She exclaimed in surprise: "Brother Ronger, you...you are soaring! When did this happen?"

Zhao Rong didn't answer, and suddenly jumped off the table.

A few days ago, he had become a martial artist in the Fuyao realm, looking at the surprised lady on the table half up, he felt a sense of elation and joy.

Zhao Rong remembered the diary written by the warrior again.

Although the person who wrote the diary is not a serious person, the diary written by an unscrupulous martial artist is a serious thing, which can be of great help to the younger martial arts, especially the martial arts who are in the bottleneck period and who are only a little bit smart, just need a thousand Baidu It's just an opportunity...

At this time, at the table in the house.

"Dare to say that your husband is not good?" A certain domineering husband narrowed his eyes.

"I... I didn't. You said it yourself." A certain coquettish young daughter-in-law was suddenly frightened, and she made a noise.

Hearing the lady's timid tone, Zhao Rong gave a 'xiemei' smile.

Concubine Zhao Ling subconsciously shrank back.

At this moment, Zhao Rong moved.

He put his left hand under her shoulder blade, put his fingers under Qingjun's left armpit, and put his right hand into the knee of her long leg, hugging this alluring body.

"Ah!" Concubine Zhao Ling exclaimed. After being picked up by Teng Kong, she subconsciously stretched out her right hand to wrap around his neck, and clasped her left hand.

Princess Zhao Rong hugged her, and strode towards the screen bathtub in the room. On the way, her big hands didn't stop, and with a crisp "pop", she began to teach her a lesson.

first sound. "Do you still dare to say that your husband is not good?"

The beauty raised her head, "I didn't say it! You said it..."

Second tone. "Ok?"

The beauty bowed her head lightly, "No...don't dare. Uh...you should be gentle."

Third sound. "louder."

"I don't dare anymore!" Li Shou buried herself even deeper. "I really...don't dare."

But Zhao Rong was not forgiving.

It was the fourth crisp sound. "Then this bellyband jacket, should I wear it or not?"

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip, "Wear it, I can't wear it. Brother Rong, you...you should be lighter."

She was soft-spoken.

A certain person nodded in satisfaction, "That's about the same, hey, I'm sorry, Husband Ruomo." The tone was very apologetic, so he didn't stop his hands, taking advantage of the lady.

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

……

After a while, the two boiled water and prepared clothes.

Begin an aromatherapy bath.

The door of the north room was closed tightly, and behind the screen in the south corner of the room, waves of moist and warm water mist gradually rose up, and the mist covered the bathtub, making it difficult to see clearly. In the meantime, I saw that there seemed to be only one 'shadow' in it, and at the same time, it was accompanied by jubilant water splashes that gradually rose up.

The sound of splashes is also crisp.This situation and this scene are like the spring river warming up in the early morning, mandarin ducks playing in the water.

At a certain moment, the extremely beautiful girl with autumn eyes in the mandarin duck bath reluctantly put on the narrow and tight pink apron, her face was full of glow.

It's my husband's job...

Chapter 419 Old Zhao's Third Canteen

Qingjun was originally a fairy and beauty, with a strong and elegant appearance, with delicate texture and well-proportioned flesh and bones. At this time, she was wearing only a pink douchebag. She was slim and narrow, but she showed off her slim figure.

The beauty in the mandarin duck bath is beautiful, the hot spring water is smooth and smooth, the rain is shy and the clouds are full of affection, and the frown and smile are so charming.

Her crimson silk is wet and thin, revealing crystal clear icy skin, the snow is greasy and crispy, and she is ashamed to look at Tan Lang:

"Don't look, don't look..."

Zhao Rong nodded, and stopped looking at the next second, but leaned forward directly.

The slave is like a pipa leaning into the arms, letting the king turn his fingers to play with the palace merchants.

Gently twirling, slowly twirling, wiping and picking again, the first is the sixty after the neon clothes...

Mandarin duck play in the mandarin duck bath.

The spring water is warm early, but there will be a cool time in the end.

However, the clouds are thick and the rain is greasy, who feels the water is cold?

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling also tacitly followed the original agreement.

He didn't go to get the jade, and let Qingjun still have this little Su Xiaofan on his jade body to maintain the last bottom line.

However, the garden is full of spring scenery, and for a certain young Confucian scholar, there are still many things he can do, especially coaxing his wife into the water, um, in various senses.

Although the door is closed at this time, if someone sneaks a peek, they can see the stunning scenery:

The slim jade body looks like floating waves, and it is charmingly radiant with dew.

The light arms and wrists eliminate the fragrance and greasy, and the waist is gracefully rippling.

Mingxia bone, Qinshen muscle.

A trace of crisp double buds, a little bit of spring hidden small musk navel.Love kills the red scarf, and the white tiger reveals Weiwei...

At this time, behind the screen in the house.

After a certain person caught a glimpse of the true face of Lushan Mountain exposed by the lady, he was also stunned suddenly, and stopped his movements.

"Qing Jun, you... this..."

"Don't talk about it again!" A certain autumn-eyed woman who revealed the truth to the world was anxious.

She gently pushed Lang, but gradually she heard the trembling sound, and she was slightly startled and blushed.

It turned out that someone had been overjoyed and forgot, and suddenly buried his head in the water, and rushed to get there, and suddenly there was a burst of spring water... Well, the same is true for Qingjun.

The woman with autumn eyes let out a soft cry, and the water in the bucket splashed everywhere.

Then one person stood up, with half of his body above the water and half of his body under the water, while the other was lifted up by him and forced to 'ashore'.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but widen his eyes, keeping his eyes on the beautiful scenery that was bright, clean and white, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"..." The girl with autumn eyes couldn't speak, she stretched out her bare hands, and pushed him in a panic, but her movements were weak, and she was thin-skinned in this pitiful posture folded by his domineering, how could she suffer? live?

Zhao Rong stood up as if he had opened the door to a new world, the more he admired it, the more he opened his eyes.

At this time, because the two suddenly got up, they saw the sword fairy lady in front of them, and the water droplets slid down along her wonderful arcs that even the creator would marvel at.He suddenly remembered an elegant sentence he had seen in a famous article in his previous life:

After traveling six or seven miles in the mountains, the person who gradually hears the gurgling sound of water flowing out between the two peaks is called Ningquan.Turning around in the peaks, there is a pavilion with wings facing the spring, and the Drunkard Pavilion is also...

"Brother Rong, let me down, let me down quickly." Qing Jun said anxiously.

Zhao Rong seemed to be obsessed with the beautiful scenery, he didn't hear it, he didn't take his eyes off, and whispered softly: "The drunkard doesn't care about the wine, he cares about the mountains and rivers..."

So that's the case... Zhao Rong realized it.

Playing the piano in his hands is so boring, he also wants to swim among the mountains and rivers while reciting poems with his mouth.Especially at the moment, the landscape in my house is a little different, so I have to take a good tour.

How did Zhao Rong think of such a beautiful thing before, he always thought that the rumored things were delicacies from other people's homes, so he just listened to them or envied them, but now he suddenly realized that the third house in his home The cafeteria seems to have the best dishes.

It's really far away in the sky and close in front of you.

Three canteen needles do not poke needles do not poke.

Well, Zhao Rong has been busy with business these days, so...he happened to be very hungry. Although the whip was too short at this time, the first two sons' cafeterias could not be clearly entered, and the third cafeteria belonging to him was still open. You can't break in right away, but the future is long. Now you can try it at the small window outside the third cafeteria. Try the appetizers first. For example, um, first taste this white-looking steamed bun. This is It is the first time for Zhao Rong to come to the third cafeteria to discover a new dish - white steamed buns, hot and very appetizing, and the steamed buns can resist hunger and are durable.Stop talking, let's start.

In an instant, Zhao Rong bowed his head and went to roam the mountains and rivers.Take the wide-eyed reaction of a woman with autumn eyes as if she didn't see it.

Then, there was another toss.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was burying his head in the small window outside the third cafeteria, eating a large piece of food, and at the same time he was full of praise:

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufuuu Jun, the three canteens in our family, shouldn’t they also be pure white cold palaces?”

He was busy trying new things, and his words faltered from time to time, as if he was satisfied, and his tone was flattering.Pure white, cold palace, white, white, white is no more than that of the third canteen...

"Don't say any more..." Concubine Zhao Ling wanted to hit Zhao Rong who was eating alone in surprise, but the current position was inconvenient and she couldn't hit his chest, and she couldn't bear to hit Zhao Rong's head hanging down while eating steamed buns.Although she didn't understand what the pure white cold palace was in her husband's mouth, she also vaguely realized that she must be laughing at her.

Concubine Zhao Ling's Fen Dai galloped down, her hair fluttered and collapsed, her humming gradually weakened, but she couldn't go against him, Fen punched and hammered her heart again, and finally she could only let out a whimper, her folded delicate body moved forward With a pounce, he hugged his head, and inserted ten green fingers into his thick black hair, hugging him very tightly.

It seemed that she was frozen by the cold autumn wind, and the girl with autumn eyes shivered according to a frequency law.

This size is too small, and time is like an arrow, he is eloquent, like a white horse passing by, um, it means that time passes extremely fast.

Not long after, Zhao Rong finally put down the rice bowl in the third canteen with satisfaction, as if he was afraid that the shivering lady would catch a cold, after tidying up and drying her, his princess hugged her and went to the bed to rest.

He had already taken back the bedding before and made the bed early.

The two turned around and continued their relationship.

This time is a little different.

Zhao Rong felt that he could no longer eat and be lazy and wait for the pearl to vomit, so while admiring the scenery of the mountains and rivers, he taught Qing Jun's swordsmanship formulas and finger formulas again seriously, teaching her the essence of them carefully.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who is extremely gifted in swordsmanship, is already tired and exhausted after touring the mountains and rivers, and her husband doesn't stop, which made her have a wave of aftermath. However, she still fulfilled her duty as a good lady, persisted in learning the secrets of swordsmanship, and vowed to repay her husband, which made someone gratified.

……

By the bedside of Dongli House, leaning against Lang Jun trembling.

It is difficult for a slave to be a white tiger, and teach the emperor to pity you freely.

4 Chapter Twenty

Ziyu plays with the white tiger wantonly, and Qingjun slays the green dragon with his sword.

The eyebrows are full of shame, and the mouth of the sandalwood is warm and soft.

During the day, Dongli Xiaozhu.

The white curtain hanging on the bed in the north room, at first glance, it seems that there is a picture of an upside-down phoenix and a luan embroidered on the curtain, but after a closer look, it turns out that the curtain is clear and gauze, reflecting the scene behind .This inversion of phoenix and luan is actually a true infatuation between the two. The ancients did not deceive others.

Then came the pilgrimage of a hundred birds, and the phoenixes sang together, flying high with their heads high, and all of a sudden, the feathers fell colorfully.

In the third canteen of Old Zhao's house.

In the matter of instructing the lady's swordplay formulas, Zhao Rong taught them all, leaving nothing behind.

The grace of dripping water also ushered in the reward of springs.

Today's canteen finally ushered in closing.