i have a sword fairy

Well, Lanxi Lin's is similar.

Zhao Rong had a deep understanding of this point when he returned to Qinglianju with his wife.

Previously, after Concubine Zhao Ling brought him and Qian'er back, the servants followed her all the time, reporting all kinds of banquet invitations sent by the very high-ranking families in Duyou City.

It's just that they were all declined one by one by the lady. The reason for the rejection was that she had something important to do at night.

It's just that before Zhao Rong thought about what the lady said, what was the most important thing this night... Qing Jun went to take a bath without looking back.

Cough cough, of course it wasn't with Zhao Rong, if it was, something must have happened.

On the roof, Zhao Rong sighed softly, looked up at the bright moon, stretched his hand, and spread his five fingers.

He caught the bright moon in the sky from afar.

The deserted moonlight leaked from between the fingers and fell into Zhao Rong's eyes.

Far away in the sky, close in front of your eyes, just like Qingjun.

The lady didn't say a word just now, she went to take a bath and incense, and she didn't say what is important tonight, what is the arrangement, and where is he sleeping...

However, fortunately, there was Zhao Qian'er, a caring little cotton-padded jacket, who directly dragged the uncle and brother-in-law who was not wanted by her miss but wanted by her, to the inner house.

Take clothes for him, boil water, and bathe him.

So, after Zhao Rong washed it carefully, he was pulled up to the roof by Qian'er, who had also finished bathing, to watch the moon.

At this time, after Zhao Rong searched around, he still didn't find the beautiful figure of the lady, and he didn't know if she had finished washing.

In other words, shouldn't he just go to sleep and let him fend for himself?

Alas, it's better to be Qian'er, it would be even better if you don't like to compete with him for a seat.

Zhao Rong secretly nodded in his heart.

The next second, he lifted his butt slightly, moved to the right, quietly 'squeezed' his little girl beside him, and moved out of the way intimately.

"Humph!"

However, unexpectedly, Xiao Qian'er, who was propping her chin up and staring at the moon in the distance, suddenly wrinkled her nose and snorted angrily.

In an instant, she stood up abruptly, hugged her small chest with her slender arms, pouted, and walked to the other side of the roof away from a certain big pig's hooves step by step.

The little girl sat down again, alone, hugging her knees tightly, curling her small body, with her back to Zhao Rong.

For the first time, Zhao Rong looked worriedly at the blue tiles on the roof that had been affected by Chi Yu.

Fortunately, the house of our landlord's house is quite solid, and we didn't cut corners.

Afterwards, he looked at the slender and thin back of the little girl. In the evening wind and under the cold silver light of the moon palace, one couldn't help but feel a sense of bleakness.

Zhao Rong blinked twice.

He looked around, hesitated for a moment, got up and walked over, and sat gently beside her.

Zhao Qian'er's little butt moved aside, away from Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong refused to let her go, and moved his buttocks to follow her.

Zhao Qian'er hid again.

Zhao Rongqi refused to give up and continued to follow.

In the end, the autistic little girl was forced to hide under the eaves, and there was no way to avoid it.

She didn't move anymore, and let him touch her small body, but kept her face away from looking at Zhao Rong.

After Zhao Rong succeeded, he was still not satisfied, and poked his head outside to see the expression on her little face.

"Hmph." Zhao Qian'er twisted her delicate body inward, and continued to throw the back of her head to him, not letting him see.

Uh huh, you used to love me and ignored me, but now I make you unattainable...

Seeing that the little girl was still angry, Zhao Rong blinked.

He thought for a while, leaned against her shoulder, and bumped her lightly again.

Zhao Qian'er was like a kitten whose fur had blown up. She slammed back hard with her thin shoulders.

"Hiss." Zhao Rong inhaled and rubbed his shoulders.

"Hmph." The little girl with her hair casually tied into a ball head hummed twice, like a little hen of Dou Sheng, but followed closely, sniffing.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, because she felt that her nasal voice just now was like a humming pig.

It's just that he didn't dare to laugh out loud, for fear of being heard by Xiao Qian'er, and then he would probably bite him with his little tiger teeth.

Zhao Rong reckoned that the little girl should have calmed down a bit, so he leaned his head forward again to see her expression.

This time, Zhao Qian'er didn't hide either, and let him watch.

I saw that the little girl's pink lips were still pursed, her little face was tense, and a few strands of black hair were fluttering in the wind on her cheeks and ears.

Actually, like Qingjun, he also has the cold temperament of rejecting others thousands of miles away when he is silent.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, and then followed Zhao Qian'er's gaze at the moment.

I saw that from the perspective of their roof, a round of bright moon was inlaid in the ink-like night sky on the right side of Youshan Mountain.

At night, the remote mountain is pitch black, with only sporadic lights.

I don't know whether it, also known as Huayi Mountain, has changed into a new flower dress in the night.

While Zhao Rong was watching, he suddenly glanced sideways at the little girl who ignored him.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth was slightly drawn, and his right hand calmly took out a certain 'flashy' gadget that he bought during the day from his left sleeve.

He looked down at the object in his hand, then raised his hand and inserted it between Zhao Qian'er's hair.

This is a flower that is still blooming silently after being separated from the branch.

"Ah! You..."

Zhao Qian'er was suddenly attacked by the villains behind her, her small face was annoyed, and she let out a coquettish cry.

She just got out of the shower and got dirty by him again.

Zhao Qian'er turned her head angrily, wanting to make him look good, at the same time, she raised her hand to grab the 'stuff' in her hair, and was about to throw it away.

Just the next second, after catching a glimpse of the true face of the 'clutter' in her hand, she had a face the size of a slap, her expression was stunned, and she burst out in surprise:

"Hey, this is... Ziyihua!"

Zhao Qian'er looked down at the delicate flowers with changing colors in her hands, her peach blossom eyes widened.

She reached out and touched Zi, the Youshan Ziyi flower that she had been thinking about for a long time. She couldn't help but smile, and said to herself:

"It's really Ziyihua, Rong...Brother Rong."

Zhao Qian'er looked up, her big eyes were piercing.

In the field of vision, Brother Rong was facing her sideways, with a smile on his lips, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

He bumped her shoulder.

Chapter 332 Appreciating the moon, flowers and green plums

Qinglianju, the roof of a wing room in the inner courtyard.

under the moon.

"Like it?"

Zhao Rong looked down at Zhao Qian'er with a gentle voice.

I saw the little girl who was puffed up before, with her little head lowered, her pink lips slightly parted, staring blankly at the purple flower in her palm.

The corners of her eyes were bent down, her eyelashes were lightly fanned, and she stretched out a finger, gently stroking the delicate petals with her fingertips, caring for them carefully.

At this moment, hearing Zhao Rong's question with a smile, Zhao Qian'er nodded happily, "Yes, I like it."

Her soft voice paused, she quickly raised her head to look into his bright eyes, then quickly lowered her little head, repeating the sentence in a weak voice that seemed to be nothing.

"Very... like it very much."

Zhao Rong nodded reassuringly, and said with a smile, "That's good."

You gave it to me... I like it all, I like it very much.

Zhao Qian'er, who bowed her head to admire the flowers, said a word in her heart.

"Hey, are you not angry?"

Zhao Qian'er came back to her senses, curled her lips, said without looking at him: "Well, I will forgive you this time."

"..."

Zhao Rong glanced at her. In fact, he hasn't fully understood until now. Why is this girl so angry, um, she likes to sit crowded so much?

Qing Jun was right in scolding, she was indeed a naughty girl.

Of course, Zhao Rong would not say these words.

At this moment, he nodded slightly.

Only then did Zhao Qian'er become lively again.

She turned her back, leaned on Zhao Rong's left shoulder, and held up the purple flower with her small hand, her pink lips pouting softly, blowing the fragrant wind, "Hoo~"

The little girl leaned against Zhao Rong, looked at the purple flower under the moonlight, and blew on the petals happily.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help feeling better.

Zhao Qian'er asked curiously: "Brother Rong'er, how do you know that I like purple flowers? Miss told you?"

Zhao Rong smiled without saying a word, squinting at the dark and secluded mountain in the distance.

At this time, the night was getting darker, and a round of jade plates hung in the middle of the sky, spreading the silver light to the world. On the top of the remote mountain under the moon, the outline of a ten thousand year old platform was faintly visible.

If the legend circulating among the wells in that Duyou city is true, King Guyou once went up to the lonely platform alone under the moon to look at the palace of the Great Emperor in his hometown of Zhongzhou.

Then I don’t know if those palaces that were expected to stand forever in the distant Central Continent are still there?

In the long river of time in the Xuanhuang Realm, it gradually collapsed, with ruins and ruins.

Leaving alone a solitary Wangque tower facing each other across the sea, at the end of the world, alone under the moon.

However, for Zhao Rong, these ancient and heavy origins and histories have nothing to do with him, and the flowing water of time has not carved any traces and wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

About this secluded mountain that seems to be buried with countless secrets and covered with historical dust.

Apart from the legend that Zhao Rong only heard this morning, the only deep memory Zhao Rong had was the accident that happened that afternoon after he met the Qingjun dressed in white at the foot of the Youshan Mountain when he had just arrived in Duyou City after traveling all the way. .

I still remember that at that time, he saw Jiang Chebai handing a purple flower to Qingjun in the mirror flower and water moon in the inn at the foot of the mountain.

And since the lady already had a purple flower, she took it after a moment of hesitation.

At that time, Zhao Rong emptied all the tea on the table without letting go of the tea leaves.

Of course, after the misunderstanding was resolved, he also deeply reflected on himself.

At the same time, after calming down, Zhao Rong quickly figured out why Qing Jun, who seemed to dislike flowers and plants, wanted to take the extra purple flower.

Zhao Rong remembered that little Qian'er liked to play with flowers and plants since she was a child, and at the grand ceremony on Youshan, Qian'er went out for a trial and did not return.

Therefore, it is self-evident why Qingjun took over the purple flower when he regarded Jiang Chebai as an ordinary brother of the same school.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong never mentioned this matter in front of Qing Jun.

He was afraid that her panicky thoughts would misunderstand his thoughts, or that she would recall the shadowy experience that day.

However, Zhao Rong silently remembered the fact that Qian'er liked Ziyihua.

Fortunately, these rare items in the past, because of the grand ceremony held in Youshan that day, many of them were released on the market.

After seeing him in Sheng Wanbao in the morning, he became a big dog in silence.

At this moment, on the eaves, seeing that Zhao Rong didn't answer, Zhao Qian'er started chattering again.

She turned her head and glanced at Zhao Rong, "Hmph, everyone knows how to send flowers, Brother Rong is getting better at coaxing girls, and I don't know where I learned it..."

How dare Zhao Rong answer the question.

Although the little girl said so in her mouth, the arc of the corner of her mouth could not be let go.

"Huh~ Brother Ronger, brother Ronger, the purple flower changes a different color every day. I wear this little flower, how about changing into a new dress of the same color every day?"