i have a sword fairy

The girl's eyes are red with peach blossoms, I feel pity for her.

However, Zhao Rong nodded: "Don't talk again, right? Don't cry. Tears are useless now. There are some things at home that must be clarified."

On the side, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly turned her head and looked at the woman in Confucian shirt who was watching.

This female academy lady who made her feel seriously threatened by her status as a senior woman.

Not only is she distinguished, but she is also a powerful female monk in the Nascent Soul Realm.

And not long ago, she was able to find a seventh-level Confucian teacher, and search for a husband with the teacher Zhao Lingfei found... So her family background must be extremely deep.

……

Moreover, this female gentleman has stunning appearance, orchid-like temperament, demure and elegant... She is also a talented and beautiful lady who is extremely popular among Confucian scholars. a plate of.

Her Confucian knowledge of poetry and classics has already reached Yuanying Dao, and her knowledge is so advanced that Zhao Lingfei, who has always been confused about the way of a hundred schools of thought, can hardly understand it. Moreover, it is said that she is also a first-class scholar of Confucianism. ...

If a Confucian scholar is lucky enough to marry such a superb woman, it will not only be a boudoir, a confidant, and a confidant, but also great help in future knowledge, cultivation, status, etc. I don't know how many years I have struggled in Confucianism, and I can even reach the sky in one step.

May I ask which Confucian scholar would not be tempted when he meets this woman?

The rice bowl of this soft rice is simply too big, the kind that can support a man...well, in various senses.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip, staring at the big breasted lady.

The most important thing is that, as far as she knows, this female gentleman just happens to like the way of calligraphy very much, to the point of obsession with calligraphy, and her husband has a peerless calligraphy.

So this female gentleman and her husband have the same interests and are confidantes...even to the point of admiration and admiration for her husband.

And this is precisely the easiest shortcut for women and men to have mutual affection and admiration.

Even if there is a barrier between the identities of the academy master and the student, is there still little master-student love in the cultivation world?

What's more, this time when her husband died, the reaction and actions of this female gentleman surnamed Zhu were comparable to her and Qian'er.

This also made Concubine Zhao Ling discover the problem, and she was slightly shaken by the pride and confidence she thought was the most suitable for Brother Rong.

After all, this is meeting a Ruanfan who seems to be bigger than her.

And who knows if Brother Rong will be hard-pressed to resist the big bowl of soft rice...

These are just what Concubine Zhao Ling can think of in an instant, and I don't know if there are other bonds between her husband and this lady.

Can she not worry at all?

At this moment, sensing Concubine Zhao Ling's complicated eyes, Zhu Yourong also turned her head and looked at her.

The lady looked calm.

Zhao Lingfei also calmed down.

She felt that she could not take another step back.

She only has one brother Ronger.

And someone wants to fall from the sky, want to be her sister, want to dominate, and want to take him away...

Then this is no longer as simple as cutting her heart, but letting her die.

At this time, Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head, looked at Concubine Zhao Ling, and said calmly:

"Qingjun, did you send off the masters of the Taiqing Mansion so quickly? Before you leave, didn't you ask you to thank the masters, and see if you can bring them over for dinner. Why, you came back in a hurry by yourself?"

Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lips, took a step forward, stood in front of Xiao Qian'er, and said calmly:

"Husband, it was the concubine who asked Uncle Bai to watch in advance. He sent a message to the concubine saying that Mr. Zhu was here, so the concubine asked Xiao Qian'er to come over quickly, entertain Mr. Zhu, and let her come down for dinner. The concubine and Qian'er hasn't thanked her for her help today, and the concubine happened to be cooking in the evening, entertaining her well, and at the same time giving her a great gift... So, it was all given by the concubine, husband, don't blame Qian'er and Uncle Bai .”

In front of her husband, the autumn-eyed girl took care of everything.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Oh, it turned out that Qing Jun let you go."

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the door, and it was indeed Uncle Bai who tipped off the news...

Uncle Bai, you are out of wine.

"Miss..." Xiao Qian'er couldn't help calling at this moment.

Concubine Zhao Ling grabbed the peachy-eyed girl and shook her head, "It's all my fault. This misunderstanding made...Mr. Zhu laugh."

If you fail to catch the adulterer, you will have to bear the consequences of misunderstanding the man and hurting his face. Otherwise, it will be a hasty affair, and the women will only get more and more insatiable.

In the end, the family tradition disappeared.

Concubine Zhao Ling understands her husband's thinking, and also understands the truth of the consequences of failure after bearing 'nonsense'.

But there are some things.

If it happened again, she would still do it.

Because I can't lose him anymore.

Zhao Rong turned around at this time, looked at them, and smiled, "Qing Jun, is it true that you just asked Mr. Zhu to come down for dinner? Will you prove your innocence again at the dinner table later? For example, ask Husband, how many bowls of soft rice did you eat? And who served the soft rice?"

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er didn't dare to laugh with him, but their pupils shrank when they were pierced by Zhao Rong's smile.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at him with her autumn eyes. At this time, her long eyelashes trembled, she bit her lips and said in a low voice: "Husband, I am not..."

Zhao Rong shook his head and interrupted: "I don't dare to be the husband of you two great fairies. I'm frightened, and I'm avoiding suspicion of one and the other. If I'm not careful, I can knock down two big jealousy jars."

Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body trembled.

The little Qian'er who wanted to probe also shrank behind the lady in fright.

They know.

Brother Rong'er was really angry.

Chapter 577 Untrustworthy, Shameless, Moral and Disrespectful

Zhao Rong felt that sometimes he had a good temper.

And sometimes, it can be bad.

Under the pursuit of Qin Jianfu, he fled all the way with the will to die.

I was worried that Qin Jianfu would give up and not come after him, but instead turned to chase after the little Qian'er who was thousands of miles away.

I used to think that I would never be able to leave that deep and dark tomb passage that seemed endless, and that I would be buried in the palace of the imperial mausoleum.

I once thought how great it would be if I could see Qing Jun's little Qian'er again before he died.

I once remembered the woman who might be anxious outside, no longer linger in the fairytale dream weaved with that transparent woman...

And the result.

After he came back, he suddenly found that Qingjun Qian'er didn't seem to care about what he went through at all, but only cared about being jealous.

It's like a soldier who went out to fight, with the belief of going home to eat the hot meal his wife had, he climbed out of the dead man's pile and returned home, only to find that the lady only cared about the things he brought back. A little military pay and whether he has hooked up with other women, ignoring his tired face and his battle robe as riddled with holes as his heart.

now.

Concubine Zhao Ling said tremblingly: "Husband, why do you say that about my concubine and Qian'er? We dare not."

Zhao Rong shook his head, his voice was calm, "Is there anything else you dare not do?"

He is a little tired.

"Qing Jun, there are some things that Qian'er didn't say, so I'll just assume that she really doesn't understand, but it's impossible for you to understand, and you also said that you ordered it, so let you say it."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at him, "What... what did you say?"

Zhao Rong pointed to Zhu Yourong, then pointed to himself, and said directly: "Do you think there is something that violates the norms of human ethics between me and Mr. Zhu?"

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at Brother Rong who was so calm and frighteningly calm, she shook her head: "I don't dare."

"Don't dare." Zhao Rong said lightly, then nodded, "But you have thought about it, right? That's fine."

Concubine Zhao Ling stretched out her hand to hold Zhao Rong's hand, "No, husband, you listen to my concubine's explanation."

Zhao Rong shook his sleeves, and put his hands behind his back, leaving her with nothing to catch.

He turned sideways and looked at the door with his hands behind his back.

The handsome profile under the lights faced the three women.

The man squinted.

"I am the husband of the two fairies, but the two fairies are so suspicious, then I must have done something wrong... Then I have no faith."

"Mr. Zhu is the teacher of the lower academy. Although he is regarded as a senior fellow in private, he is the teacher after all. The two fairies feel that I have evil thoughts towards the teacher and disregard human ethics...that is shameless and immoral."

"Mr. Zhu cares about me, and patronizes the humble house once, but he is so wronged and misunderstood because of me...that is rude..."

Every time Zhao Rong said a word, Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er suffocated slightly, and their breathing became short of breath, as if they couldn't breathe.

Zhu Yourong, who was silent beside him, also clenched his hands under his sleeves when he heard a certain sentence.

The three women in the hall are all uncomfortable.

Zhao Rong paused for a while, and suddenly whispered: "It turns out that I, Zhao Ziyu, in the eyes of the two ladies who should be the most intimate and trustworthy, I am an untrustworthy, shameless, moral and rude person."

He nodded, with a dazed look on his face, "I see."

"Brother Rong'er!" Qian'er staggered forward, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, and cried, "Brother Rong'er, it's all Qian'er's fault, Qian'er is ignorant, you are not rude, shameless and immoral... ...You are absolutely not! It's Qian'er who is rude, shameless and immoral, it's all Qian'er's fault, you hit Qian'er, you must blame Qian'er, Qian'er is the most useless, it only makes you and the lady angry."

The weeping girl tried her best to show a bright smile, and begged him with a smile: "It's Qian'er's fault that things have become like this, please don't be angry anymore, don't...don't quarrel with Miss, Brother Rong, if you Hit Qian'er if you are unhappy, Qian'er is a thick-skinned stupid maid, the most resistant to beating, you can hit Qian'er directly if you are unhappy in the future, Qian'er promises not to cry, let you have fun..."

Zhao Rong lowered his head and did not move.

The weeping girl took his right hand, intending to slap her Haitang's rainy little face and let him hit her.

It's just that he didn't move.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes wide after hearing the words, staring blankly at Zhao Rong and the sighing Zhu Yourong.

At this moment, hearing Zhao Rong's words, she was suspicious and jealous before, but at this moment, she also understood that it was her husband's intentions, and his position on Zhu Yourong's relationship all along.

"Brother Rong..."

She called out blankly.

My heart was swept and beaten by waves called regret.

It was she... who misunderstood Brother Rong'er.

It turned out that there was no need to be so wary of guarding against this Mr. Zhu, because in the husband's mind, she was only a close friend, and he didn't have the idea of ​​surpassing teachers and students at all...

"Brother Rong..." the woman with autumn eyes called out tremblingly.

At this time, Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head and nodded seriously at them:

"You're right. I'm really an untrustworthy, shameless, moral, and rude person. Really, what you're saying is true. You really don't need to apologize to me."

He smiled.

Concubine Zhao Ling silently walked in front of Zhao Rong, two pale and bloodless bare hands under the sleeves that had been clenched for a long time, at this time loosened the pink fist with trembling fingers.

She grabbed his left hand with both hands, and with red eyes, she called out in a daze:

"Brother Rong, Brother Rong, Concubine Ling is wrong, Concubine Ling misunderstood you... Concubine Ling...Concubine Ling gave you Moyu. Concubine Ling gave you everything, okay? Husband, it is Concubine Ling Wrong, don't be angry...or."

As she spoke, she paused, then raised Zhao Rong's hand a little higher, and raised his left hand with two plain hands.

The woman lowered her head and let his slightly bent five fingers poke between her eyebrows.

She smiled sincerely:

"Brother Rong, come and see my heart lake, I will give you both the heart lake and the soul, they are all yours, they have been yours for a long time, come in and have a look, or let... Let Mr. Zhu help Take a look, let her help refine my soul, and see what you look like in Concubine Ling's heart..."

The woman's heart was swept away by boundless regret, and she was a little dazed: "Or cut open this heart of Concubine Ling, and take a look at this heart that has beaten countless times for you, whether it is red or hot, if I pay you If there is even a trace of impurity or coldness in your affection, then cut it into pieces, crush it, and throw it on the ground."

The woman held the man's hand, stood on tiptoe, raised her head, and looked at his face close at hand with a bright smile.

It's like narrating a trivial thing.

"The heart lake and the soul are the same. If you in the heart lake and soul of the concubine, there is even a little bit of untrustworthiness, shamelessness, morality and rudeness, then the heart lake will be strangled, the soul will be killed, and it will never turn over again .”

At this moment, in the hall, each of the two women raised a hand and pulled Zhao Rong.

Just like in the Duke's mansion when he was a child, the two green plums pulled the angry bamboo horse, begging him to be happy coquettishly.

Only this time, Zhuma is no longer the easy-to-smile boy.

He withdrew his hands one by one.

Concubine Zhao Ling froze in place, stretched out her hand to grab it in vain, but only caught a cloud of air.