i have a sword fairy

When he breathed through his nose, it was full of the unique body fragrance of the two green plums and the sleeping incense after bathing, mixed with the fragrance of green tea exhaled by Qingjun and Qian'er...

It's quite suitable for calming the mind and falling asleep, but Zhao Rong couldn't fall asleep.

At this time, he didn't want to sleep late, so he tried to twitch his arms and prepared to get up.

Only then did he notice that his hands were numb from the pressure of Qing Jun and Qian'er.

Especially Xiaoqian'er, who was very wild when she was sleeping, not only buried her sideways face in his arm, but also stretched out a slender leg to press on his lower abdomen, very 'dominant', and kicked randomly from time to time.

But fortunately, Qing Jun didn't have this sleeping appearance, and didn't put her long legs on top of him to compete with Xiao Qian'er for the position.

Qingjun's sleeping appearance is more like... a cat, when he sleeps, his delicate body is curled up into a ball, and he only hugs his left arm.

It seems to be very insecure, which is the opposite of Xiaoqian'er who is sleeping in a 'dominant' posture.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced calmly.

At this moment, his movement also woke Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er.

In other words, someone woke up long ago, but didn't open their eyes, and continued to embrace the 'husband' to enjoy the short-lived warmth of the bed in the autumn morning.

Zhao Rong got up and got out of bed silently. Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er fell asleep one after another.

On the bed, there were two beauties, one big and one small, one was delicate and the other handsome.

The second girl is clasping her clothes and pushing a pillow, her temples are half-slanted, her flowery posture is uneven, her slender fingers are lazily rubbing her sleepy eyes, like a begonia waking up from a dream.

"Brother Rong~"

From the bed behind Zhao Rong, there was a soft and waxy sound of a girl's milk when she just woke up.

So gentle that a man's bones would be three points soft.

Little Qian'er's face was full of laziness and haze, but she leaned forward with her small body, stretched out her two small hands, and weakly grabbed the sleeves of the early-rising husband.

"You...Are you still angry with Miss and Qian'er..."

Concubine Zhao Ling hugged the quilt and stretched out her bare hands, as if she also wanted to go with Xiao Qian'er to hold her husband.

However, Su hand stretched halfway, stopped in the air, and retracted hesitantly.

There are some things that Qian'er is more suitable for saying and doing than her.

Zhao Rong paused when he rolled over and got off the bed, without turning his head back. A moment later, under the eyes of the two girls behind him, he shook his head slightly.

Finally said: "No."

Throat a bit magnetic sand.

This is the truth.

He is not angry anymore.

Zhao Rong just wondered why he came to sleep here, between the two daughters.

"However, why don't you sleep at night..."

He murmured in his heart lake.

Return: "..."

Good guy, so philosophical.

The purple-clothed sword spirit was stunned after thinking for a while, and said with a serious face: "Zhao Rong, are you okay? Could it be...you see through the world of mortals, but that's fine."

Zhao Rong ignored it again.

At this time, seeing Zhao Rong getting out of bed and getting dressed, Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er hurriedly lifted the quilt, got up and sat on the edge of the bed, put on a pair of embroidered shoes, got up and waited for Zhao Rong to put on the Confucian shirt smoked last night...

Not long after, Zhao Rong finished dressing and washing, and was ready to go out.

Qingjun stepped forward silently, lowered his head and tied the jade tablet and jade biscuit around his waist.

Thinking of something, Zhao Rong took out an inconspicuous gray cigarette bag from the sumerous object, followed the alchemy method bestowed by the transparent woman, and opened the halo-filled mouth of the bag.

He lowered his head, twisted out a purple gold token with two fingers, and handed it to the little Qian'er beside him who brought him tea.

The latter was taken aback for a moment, and took the Taiqing Xiaoyaofu identity token that Qin Jianfu had put into the gray cigarette pouch. She didn't look down, but looked at the calm brother Rong Er, who was casually holding the token in his hand. Gray pipe.

Of course Xiaoqian'er knew this mysterious object, but she didn't know how it was refined by Brother Rong'er.

Logically speaking, a treasure of this level...

Concubine Zhao Ling who was on the side also noticed this, but just like Xiao Qian'er who silently put away the purple gold token, the second daughter fell silent.

They didn't have time to ask him what the husband experienced in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, and what happened after he was brought into the secret place through the dragon coffin circle.

But it's not so much that it didn't come in time, it's better to say that after seeing Zhao Rong 'returned safely', the two daughters put most of their attention on guarding against Zhu Yourong. In fact, it was a tacit understanding with Zhao Rong's eyes and prepared to chat in private, but it's a pity that because Mr. Zhu was there, she was regarded as an outsider, so it was postponed until now...

At this moment, in front of the house, the three of Zhao Rong were silently doing what they were doing.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er folded clothes and served tea alone.

Like the wives and concubines who served their husbands when they went out for official business, they were dignified and respectful, and fulfilled their duties.

But right now, the atmosphere of this 'family' is a little silent.

The host is unsmiling...

At this moment, Zhao Rong thought for a while, tied the gray cigarette bag around his waist, turned around, and prepared to go out in silence.

"Brother Rong, drink some tea and warm yourself up."

Xiao Qian'er stepped on her feet, and quickly put the teacup in her hand to his lips.

Zhao Rong seemed to be preoccupied, he was stunned for a while, then reached out to take it, without blowing it, he lowered his head and took a sip.

The girl who was stepping up to feed tea took the opportunity to turn her head and glance at the young lady who was quietly folding her clothes beside her.

The latter glanced at her.

Xiaoqian'er lovingly touched the thick chest of the husband in front of her with her two small hands. She leaned her small body in his arms and asked softly, "Husband, are you coming back for lunch?"

Zhao Rong stopped, shook his head, put down the teacup, and returned it to Xiao Qian'er.

The girl took the cup, and said anxiously and expectantly on her small face, "Then...how about that night?"

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was bending her head in front of the closet to fold his clothes, also pricked up her ears.

It was because Zhu Yourong and the teachers of the academy were there yesterday that Zhao Rong couldn't leave, but today, they might leave after investigating the matter of Da Li together with their husband.

So they may not be able to restrain Zhao Rong anymore, and now they dare not follow him.

But in this era, the man is the pillar of the family, and he does not come back for dinner at noon or evening, which really makes the wives and concubines worry and flustered.

Besides, Zhao Rong had some unpleasant things with them yesterday. This night has passed, and it seems that the influence is still there. He didn't seem to sleep last night.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her red lips, and the white undershirt in her hand was subconsciously folded and folded again and again...

Both she and Xiaoqian'er felt her husband's inexplicable depression, and wondered what he was thinking right now, and whether he still had a grudge...

The woman with autumn eyes suddenly felt some sourness and grievance in her mouth.

The woman's red lips were bitten by silver teeth and lost their color...

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while, then shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, you guys can eat, don't wait for me."

Xiaoqian'er hesitated to speak, but in the end she didn't ask him if he would come to sleep at night, but said 'uh'.

With a look of inquiry on her face, she said softly, "Brother Ronger, we are leaving tomorrow, right?"

The little girl knocked sideways.

Zhao Rong didn't think much, nodded, and said a little more, "If the teachers have roughly investigated what happened today, and I don't need to stay, then leave tomorrow."

"Ok!"

Little Qian'er almost jumped up happily, and responded sweetly.

That Ronger brother must come back to live at night, instead of leaving them and returning to Duyou City silently, making her and the young lady want to wait and see, and stay alone in the empty boudoir.

With a sweet smile on her small face, she glanced in the direction of the lady.

But at this time, Concubine Zhao Ling, who had been asking Xiao Qian'er to speak, suddenly moved.

Holding a scarf-like snow-white fox fur cloud shoulder in both hands, she walked quickly to Zhao Rong who was raising her hand to open the door, raised her head without looking into his eyes, and put the cloud shoulder on him.

Just like the virtuous wife of a wealthy family at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Rong was silent and did not refuse.

After Concubine Zhao Ling took care of his collar and put on the fox fur shoulders for him, she retracted her hands in a sensible way and turned her body sideways.

He was dressed in warm clothes, silently raised his feet, and went out.

The handsome man walked into the bleak autumn wind.

In front of the door of the west chamber, two pretty beauties helped the door and watched them off, without saying a word for a long time.

Looking forward to the autumn water, looking forward to people's return.

……

Of course Zhao Rong didn't fool around when he came out.

He went to the small courtyard in the bamboo forest earlier than the scheduled time, which was the place agreed by everyone yesterday, and waited for the masters of the academy to meet up.

But he didn't expect Zhu Yourong to come earlier than him.

The woman in the Confucian shirt stood with her back in the middle of the courtyard, the place where Zhao Rong's right arm was pulled out by Qin Jianfu.

The ground was like a canvas from an overturned oil tank, covered in blood-red paint.

She seemed to be quietly appreciating a painting.

At this time, the pale golden morning light shone on the 'canvas' and the woman in Confucian shirt in front of the 'canvas', and there was a sense of tranquility for a while.

"Does it hurt?"

Seemingly realizing that it was Zhao Rong who walked into the courtyard, Zhu Yourong asked softly without looking back.

Zhao Rong went straight to the kitchen on the left side of the courtyard, brought out a long bench, and came to Zhu Yourong.

He sat under the early sun, his upper body leaned forward, and his elbows rested on his legs.

Zhao Rong looked up.

"It doesn't hurt at all."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was dazzled by the morning sun protruding from the wall behind the woman in Confucian shirt.

Zhu Yourong frowned slightly, a severed arm was pulled out alive, blood was pouring out, how could there be no pain at all.

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Rong.

The latter squinted at Zhu Yourong, and with the dazzling sun poking over her shoulder, nodded and admitted:

"Well, I lied to you."

Twist the corner of his mouth lightly.

Mr. Zhu, the newcomer to Linlu Academy, didn't smile, but looked at him who was brand new and perfect with a sigh.

It is still hard to imagine the pain of the broken arm and the flames burning all over his body that he suffered yesterday.

How did this young man survive?

Zhao Rong looked at the 'most colorful spot on the canvas' on the ground next to her.

He suddenly said, "I thought I was going to die."

Zhu Yourong was startled.

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and pointed to a puddle of blood at her feet, and then pointed to another place on the ground.

"Maybe he died here, maybe he died there, or he died there again..."

Under the dazed gaze of the Confucian woman, he nodded and spread his hands, "Really, I really feel... there is no way out, and I even feel that I will die sooner than later, so I take the initiative to beg for death..."

Zhao Rong raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, lowered his head, rubbed his face and smiled.

"But a female gentleman who secretly wrote on my palm told me...you are not allowed to die."

Zhu Yourong who was frowning and wanting to speak was taken aback for a moment.

The man sitting on the bench suddenly raised his head and said with a smile, "I had only one thought at the time, and that was...you teach me how to do things? Big..."

He paused, then nodded, "The lady who wastes food and fabrics, um, you teach me how to do things? Then... I don't want to die, I don't want to die at all, I told myself, I must live well and go back, Say that to that lady."