i have a sword fairy

But even though she thought so, in Concubine Zhao Ling's heart, the back of Zhao Rong who seemed to be about to leave just now still lingered.

Her pupils still dimmed imperceptibly, and she focused her eyes on the hands they held together.

Whether I am in Brother Rong's heart is not important... I don't expect you to care about me as much as I care about you, just let me be the most special and important person in your heart.

Or, Brother Rong'er is just tender... No!He wrote so many heart-shattering love letters to me, saying that I was the bright moon in his heart.

I must have thought too much, I am still the bright moon hanging in Brother Rong'er's heart, but the waywardness just now made him a little tired, and I can't do this again in the future...

Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lips lightly, and the light in her autumn eyes rekindled, like stars after the dark clouds in the night sky dispersed, she continued to look at Zhao Rong's back without blinking.

She took the initiative to stretch out her spare bare hand, took Zhao Rong's hand, covered it gently, and stuck it together.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head to look at him, still smiling slightly.

Without saying a word, Zhao Rong led Concubine Zhao Ling and walked directly into the forest.

The path in the forest was covered with autumn leaves, and the two of them stepped on the withered and yellow leaves, making a crisp sound, and slowly went deep, leaving the hustle and bustle of the world behind.

The man moved forward with firm steps.

The woman followed willingly.

Soon.

After passing through a dense forest, Zhao Rong only felt that his vision suddenly became brighter and brighter.

There is an open space in front of me, and there is a small yard, the walls are covered with green radishes, the yard is overgrown with weeds, and the fallen leaves are swept away by the autumn wind, but it is still relatively clean.

Zhao Rong glanced left and right and saw that it was an abandoned place, so he led Concubine Zhao Ling into the door.

Turn around and close the courtyard door again.

Then, came to the courtyard.

He stopped suddenly.

Concubine Zhao Ling also stopped, she turned her head to look at the deserted and quiet courtyard, bit her lips and closed her eyes.

Zhao Rong turned around.

Concubine Zhao Ling still tightly grasped his right hand with both hands.

Zhao Rong pulled his hand and took a small step forward.

The two were already extremely close, but now they were even closer, and they could almost feel the warmth emanating from each other's body.

After losing his hand, Zhao Lingfei's movements were slightly cramped, and for a moment, it seemed that she didn't know where to put her two free hands.

She lowered her head slightly, and her eyelids lowered softly, covering the sparkling clear light of those long autumn eyes, as if she didn't dare to see someone in them, and she was afraid that there would be another splash of autumn water.

Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyelashes trembled from time to time under someone's gaze. She raised her hand, and with two onion fingers, she brushed a strand of mischievous black hair behind her ear.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and looked at the woman with curly hair in front of him.

Picturesque eyebrows, narrow corners of the eyes.

Lowered eyelids, raised eyelashes.

And the "pearl" under his left eye that he was so happy with.

At this moment, her fair and round oval face, her cheeks are covered with a large blush, extending to the small and delicate earballs like a drop of pure white milk.

The dense haze spread slowly.

This scene is like the bright morning glow for the early morning sun in the early morning, willing to be burned red by its blazing heat.

"look up."

Zhao Rong's voice was very soft, but it echoed in the empty courtyard.

Quiet for a while.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her lips slightly, "Yes."

Immediately, the woman with a tear mole stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and raised her chin.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and handed over all her tenderness, letting him search for seclusion.

only……

There was a moment of silence, but the man in front of him remained silent.

Didn't Brother Rong want to eat today's rouge?

"Hmm~"

Zhao Lingfei, who raised her head lightly, closed her eyes and let out a weak nasal sound.

"Keep your head down."

"Oh."

Brother Rong probably doesn't like this angle.

Concubine Zhao Ling's sharp chin lowered again, and in the next second, she felt her cheeks on both sides being held by his warm and rough hands.

Immediately after that...the forehead touched somewhere.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly opened her eyes, and met a pair of jet-black pupils that were close at hand.

In an abandoned courtyard with no one there.

A pair of young men and women, their lips are not attached.

But forehead to forehead, eyes to eyes, nose to nose.

The heart lake of the two is like two floating isolated islands in the vast North Sea in the legend, meeting again.

Chapter 238 The Farthest Distance in the World

Concubine Zhao Ling stared into Zhao Rong's eyes with sparkling eyes, speechless in a daze.

His eyes are gentle, his pupils are like lacquer, at this moment it is only her, and there is no one else.

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance from the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Map in North Kunpengzhou to the South Xiaoyaozhou; it is not between death and life; it is not when I stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you.

It is a gap built by an indifferent heart to the person who loves you.

now.

This natural chasm has been crossed.

In the heart lake of Zhao Lingfei's lotus pond, lotus flowers are in full bloom, green plums are singing, and bamboo horses are jubilant.

The living water in his heart lake seems to be pouring from the air, nourishing her dry heart lake, and slowly washing away the accumulated silt...

Concubine Zhao Ling slowly raised the hand that was hanging by her side to hug him, hugging him tightly.

Can't help it.

Zhao Rong also put down the hand holding her face, and hugged Concubine Zhao Ling into his arms.

In the autumn wind, under the warm sun, the two hugged each other, still paying the amount, silently, and there was no need for sound.

Because no words are as powerful as actions.

Their hearts are close to each other, and the heart lake is in front of each other, like a rainbow in a lake, flowing with colorful colors, and some illusory bubbles pop up from time to time, flowing light and shadow appear on the surface, or deduce the interpretation of a special past. fragments of memories, or a face buried deep at the bottom of a lake, or some bizarre fantasies that have never been humane.

This is what they have been thinking about day and night, looking forward to it, and admiring it.

As long as they are willing and have the means, they can see what they want to see.

However, for Zhao Rong, who has no aura cultivation base, and the sword spirit doesn't know whether he is angry or afraid of being discovered and temporarily concealed, at this moment, he can't see anything, he can only feel Qingjun's temperature from his forehead, she clearly Bright autumn eyes, and the jasmine fragrance flowing from the gap between the lips.

It is equivalent to saying that this exposure of the heart lake is only one-sided, and it is Concubine Zhao Ling who can cast her eyes on it.

Zhao Rong quietly stared at the autumn eyes in front of him, never looked at Qingjun so carefully like now.

Her long eyes are so beautiful.

And now.

There are his eyes in her eyes.

There are her eyes in his eyes.

Overlapping and overlapping, they are all each other, but they do not distinguish between each other.

Regarding whether Qing Jun has supernatural powers and secret methods that can capture his thoughts in the lake of mind, it is very clear.

Zhao Rong didn't know.

After all, the possibility is unlikely, but Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly took the initiative to look at it, so there is no small possibility that there is some kind of special method.

In fact, Zhao Rong didn't want to know the details, he just wanted to show this fool a look.

I want to give this, I am arrogant and cold in front of outsiders, but I am always clumsy and weak in front of him, it seems that I have mustered up the courage to drive my husband once, and I am about to succeed, turning myself into a "master", but in the end I am stupid The idiot who rushed to bow his head to give in, but was completely defeated in the end, took a look at her husband's heart.

Except for a bubbling stupid little boy who is even more stupid than Qing Jun, Zhao Rong has no reluctance to let her know, and deliberately conceal Qing Jun:

A cheap sword spirit who seems to be useless except for his arrogant and poisonous tongue to relieve boredom in his spare time, only yin and yang, and pretending to be aggressive.

A big dream on their wedding night—and this odd dream was mentioned to her too.

Promise to an old friend's promise, um, it can also be said that he is doing "express delivery business" as a side job except Confucian scholars.

She wanted to catch a round of bright moon from the bottom of Ting Ni's Zijin Furnace and put it on the lake of her heart as a surprise.

Curiosity about the contention of a hundred schools of thought in Tunanzhou, and the desire to go back to South Xiaoyaozhou to find his father's whereabouts.

A little bit of envy for "dog" Lin Wenruo's eighteen concubines.

More recently, there are two more.

One is that the weather has been cold and irritable recently, and drinking honey water can no longer quench my thirst and keep me warm. I would like to ask Qing Jun about the needlework girl who weaves autumn clothes. Can she measure it with bare hands and weave a suitable size? Warm autumn clothes.

Another thing is to make Yu Huaijin, a boring guy with a stern face all day long, like everyone owes her 100 yuan of spirit stones, to draw the word "positive" under his pointer.

Other than that.

It's just a whole body of righteousness.

Full of warp and weft.

The poetic spirit that is about to burst his chest.

Excuse me, what is there to hide?

Especially the last few, but also look at Xinhu?Isn't that obvious.

The first few are all "secrets" that Qingjun will open up if he asks.

And the few thoughts in the middle are what Zhao Rong wants to let Qing Jun know now, so that he won't have to open his mouth.

As for whether Qing Jun will see a certain little fox demon in the heart lake...

Zhao Rong exhaled lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Concubine Zhao Ling who was dazed against his forehead.

The latter was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhao Rong hugged the "Warm Fragrance Nephrite" in his arms, and I don't know how long it has passed.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke suddenly.

"Fool, do you see clearly, do I have that... Liu Kongyi in my heart?"

Zhao Rong's voice was sandy, and his tone was smiling.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were clear and crystal clear, she was still staring straight into his eyes.

I don't know if I am attracted by the dark eyes of the only person in my heart, and I am addicted to it, or... my mind is already in the heart of my sweetheart, looking at my sweetheart.

"Various vinegar jar." Zhao Rong leaned forward slightly, and the tip of his nose pressed against her red nose affectionately.

Concubine Zhao Ling brushed her eyelashes, blinked her eyes, sniffed, and did not answer Zhao Rong's question.

The distance between the two is extremely close, and every time they breathe out, they blow each other's lips.

In the air, there are only the sound of the two breathing, one after another.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly said: "Brother Ronger."

She has a delicate nasal voice.

"Ah."