i have a sword fairy

"Ah."

The woman in purple said in a thin voice, "...don't make trouble, don't make trouble...don't...don't touch it. Qian'er is here..."

"..." A certain little girl glanced at her, her face was a little hot.

"Oh."

The woman in purple bit her lip hard, "Husband...you...you..."

A certain person answered, "You are fine wherever you are, my lady."

"...you, you...you bastard!"

"Yeah." After a pause, "My lady is fine everywhere, I'll check again."

"...!!!"

……

After half a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong, who checked all the way, brought Concubine Zhao Ling who 'I just feel that everything is not good now', and Qian'er.

Back to the candid hall together.

Under the supervision of Yu Huaijin, the students of the willful hall wrote quietly.

Zhao Rong asked Concubine Zhao Ling and Qian'er to wait in the distance outside the lobby.

It's just the return of that purple dress, plus the arrival of a pretty girl.

It attracted a burst of attention and gaze.

Zhao Rong ignored the strange eyes cast by the students in the willful class, and went to the podium to continue the calligraphy class.

About a quarter of an hour later.

With the distant dull bell came.

The make-up class of calligraphy class on the holiday is officially over.

All the students got up and left one after another, but there were too many things that happened today, and someone was too busy. After they went back, they probably had to digest these things for a while.

When the students passed the podium, they took a look at Zhao Rong, who was clearing the table and looking calm;

Zhao Rong ignored these and lowered his head to pack his things for a while.

Not long after, he looked up at the empty school and let out a soft breath.

He casually picked up a few inkstones he had used in class, and left hand in hand with Qing Jun and Qian'er who were waiting at the door.

First went to the lakeside to wash ink.

After that, the three of them will go to Mr. Yan's perch feast together...

Chapter 298 Brother Rong, I want it too

"Brother Rong, I also want to come to the east to wear Ziqi, which the young lady wears."

"only one."

"Brother Rong, I also want Aunt Liu's hairpin, which the lady wears on her head."

"Only one."

"Brother Rong, I want your hand too, Miss was rubbed."

Zhao Rong, who was busy with his head down, said casually: "There is only one..."

In the middle of speaking, his words faltered, and his movements of both hands also paused.

Qian'er, who had been peeking at it for a long time and was fed by something, couldn't bear it anymore, and got angry, "You lied! Big pig's trotter, why did you wash the inkstone in the hands of the young lady?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

At this time, it was still a lakeside in the Mochi Academy.

Zhao Rong was taking Concubine Zhao Ling and Qian'er, squatting on the grass by the lake, reaching into the cold lake water to clean the inkstones.

The pitch-black ink dyed this small piece of lake water black, but it also faded away with the splashes and waves.

Originally, Zhao Rong rolled up his gown and squatted in the middle, while Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er hugged their knees and squatted on his left and right sides.

The three of them washed their respective inkstones.

It's just that someone was washing the inkstone, and the hand washing the inkstone became restless. Instead of staying in his own place, he waded across the ink-colored lake, and his movements naturally slipped to the side.

He first held Concubine Zhao Ling's white hands stained with ink, feeling a little cold.

Then he rubbed it, kneaded it, and pinched it lovingly.

In the end, I simply washed up with her.

The two held four hands, rolled up their sleeves, and cleaned an inkstone together.

It just seems that two people are doing the same thing, and they will be in a hurry.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling were not so much washing the inkstone as they were 'washing their hands'. After a while, the four clumsy hands became entangled again.

I can't wash one in half a day.

Little Qian'er, who was originally shaking her little head and working hard, found this scene out of the corner of her eye, and her little face suddenly brightened.

The little girl gritted her silver teeth, not happy anymore.

So she yelled loudly, fighting for the legitimate rights and interests of "the same childhood sweetheart of the man and woman in front of me".

I also want!

It's just that Zhao Rong lowered his head and concentrated on washing the ink... No, it was his perfunctory attitude when washing the lady's hands, which made Qian'er very angry.

At this time, I saw Brother Rong was silent.

She pouted.

"Miss, Brother Rong, it's not fair!"

The little girl's protest echoed by the quiet lakeside.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was squatting with bent legs, lightly buried her head in her knees, shyly shrinking her hands back, but she couldn't escape smoothly.

It makes someone feel as soft as a boneless catkin, and is still tightly held by the husband who likes to play tricks by his side.

Zhao Rong blinked, as if nothing happened.

Qian'er saw Miss and Rong'er, they were still squatting close to each other, bowed their heads and continued to 'wash their hands', and didn't even reply, pretending not to hear.

She pouted, "Miss!"

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head between her knees, lowered her face again, and couldn't see her expression clearly, but her fair neck was like the sea of ​​clouds in the nine sky at dawn, filled with the warm morning sun, and a faint blush appeared.

She pinched her husband who was pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Zhao Rong glanced at Qingjun's shy look, and smiled slightly.

My wife is good everywhere, but she is a little too reluctant.

And the two of them have already held, hugged, hugged, rubbed, and squeezed... many times, but she is still often shy and embarrassed, and prone to reactions.

When they hold hands and go shopping, Qing Jun will quietly blush.

As shy as holding hands for the first time.

This is true in private, let alone in front of Qian'er now.

Maybe it's because of the lady's conservative nature, she's used to being cold and arrogant in front of people on weekdays, as if she refuses to be thousands of miles away?

Or is it because...she is naturally sensitive?

Hiss, Zhao Rong hadn't paid much attention to this before, thinking that Qing Jun was only like this because he was still a virgin of Yu Jie.

But now they are considered old couples, she is still so shy...

Just as Zhao Rong was about to continue thinking about what was wrong, he suddenly felt the plain hand in his hand, pulling him again.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and glanced at the lady.

He coughed twice.

Anyway, there was a big light bulb watching right now.

Although he is a close person, this kind of "current crime" is really exciting, even when he was on the way back to the Zhixingtang.

now.

The atmosphere among the three people washing ink by the ink pond lake was a bit awkward.

How could Zhao Rong not understand what the lady meant, he looked up at a certain little girl.

It was found that Qian'er had gone on strike and was squatting aside alone.

She hugged her knees with her hands, and her petite and exquisite body appeared even thinner, which made her figure at this moment feel a little lonely, unloved, and wanted by no one.

The little girl was biting her pink lips, her slender shoulders trembled, following the violent ups and downs of her small breasts at this moment.

Qian'er's already big peach blossom eyes widened, staring at the pair of 'dogs and men' who were close together.

It's a little fierce and fierce in the midst of grief.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, and wanted to reach out and touch her little head, and said 'cute' with a smile.

It's just that he had no doubt that Qian'er would definitely bite him, so he gave up.

Zhao Rong's tone was serious: "Youdao is a combination of men and women, and work is not tiring."

creak creak-

He paused, leaned back, glanced at the little girl who was grinding her teeth, blinked and continued to explain:

"And it's said in the book that sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood. Well, so is sharpening your hands."

Zhao Rong grabbed Qingjun's four slender onion fingers and raised her hand as a gesture.

Qian'er: "..."

She was stunned, stopped grinding her teeth, thought for a while, nodded in agreement and said:

"Men and women match, the two of you are not tired, but have you worked? One ink station has been washed for a long time, and all hands have been washed. The four hands are not as fast as mine, so what are you talking about?" A knife does not miss a woodcutter..."

Qian'er sniffed: "Brother Rong'er, the big liar, if you continue to wash like this, you'll have to wash until the afternoon, and you won't even think about going to the bass fish feast of that academy gentleman."

Zhao Rong had no choice but to say, "Okay, then what do you say?"

Qian'er tilted her head and thought about it.

She looked at her little hand that was covered in ink, and then at the young lady's plain hand that was 'grinded' clean by someone.

The little girl timidly said: "I want to grind too, woo woo woo, and Qian'er too."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

In the end, of course Zhao Rong didn't give this little girl a hard time.

They all said that they were going to attend Mr. Yan's perch feast at noon, so there was no time to delay.

Moreover, Zhao Rong also let go of Qingjun's hand, but the two were still leaning sideways.

Her purple clothes were next to his green shirt, and their temperature was the same as each other's figure, they both lingered in each other's heart and warmed each other.

Later, a certain little girl who worked as a light bulb also moved around, sticking to the other side of Zhao Rong's body.

The three of them washed the inkstone quietly.

Huddled together quietly looking at the reflection of companions beside you in the pale black water.

Quietly feel the breath of the companion beside him.

a moment.

Zhao Rong, who was busy with his head down, couldn't help but look up again, looking at her quietly.

But bumped into a pair of Qiushui's long eyes who were also staring quietly.

It turned out that the sweetheart was also looking at him in his heart.