i have a sword fairy

The melodious sound of the piano, like streams and springs, flowed through the banquet.

In the corner of the hall, the students around were contemplating their poems, Zhao Rong was particularly idle.

He glanced at the thin back of the clever maid leaving.

Zhao Rong turned his head and stared at Zhao Qian'er.

She was obediently bowing her head, standing in front of Zhao Rong's desk, spreading paper and ink for him, without saying a word.

The little girl moved lightly, earnestly and focused, her neat and smooth bangs and hair hanging from her temples covered her peach blossom eyes.

People can't really see her face.

Zhao Rong watched silently for a while.

Not long after, he lowered his head and stripped away the meat soup in the bowl, got up again, went to scoop up a bowl of milky white and delicious fish soup, and used silver chopsticks to hold the soup, as if he was looking for fish bones.

Zhao Rong knew exactly what the pink champagne that this little girl had just given to another little girl with missing front teeth was.

That was Xiaoqian'er's first must-have item.

As for what's inside...

Zhao Rong suddenly leaned down and tilted his head to look sideways, to peek at the expression on Zhao Qianer's face covered by bangs.

His set of actions was lightning fast.

However, what caught Zhao Rong's eyes was still Zhao Qian'er's calm expression.

She bit her pink lips lightly, glanced at him who was 'suddenly naughty', and curled her small mouth slightly, "Brother Rong, you're so boring."

Zhao Rong laughed awkwardly.

At this moment, Zhao Qian'er finished her ink and clapped her hands gently.

Zhao Rong handed over the thornless delicious fish soup, like a dog's leg, blinked and said:

"Try it. It's the crucian carp fed by the spirits in Xingzi Lake. I heard that it is monopolized by several fairy shops in the town. Without permission, ordinary people are not allowed to fish."

Brother Rong'er was reflected in Zhao Qian'er's eyes, she narrowed her peachy eyes lightly, and spat at him, "Nothing to be courteous to, rape or steal."

Zhao Rong straightened his face and said seriously: "Little Qian'er, hurry up and drink my soup, hum, I advise you not to be ungrateful."

"You look like a stinky fart." Zhao Qian'er suppressed her smile with a pretty face, and glared at the mischievous Rong'er brother, "I won't drink from you."

It's just that even though she said so, she still pouted and reached out to pick it up meekly.

"Ah, open your mouth." However, Zhao Rong shrank his hand and continued to push forward, wanting to come and feed him in person.

Zhao Qian'er glanced at the students of Zhengyi Hall around her, and many of them raised their eyes and peeked from time to time.

There was some color on her cheeks, and she shook her head seriously.

Zhao Rong couldn't force it, so he handed the bowl to her.

Zhao Qian'er took a sip of the warm fish soup.

His eyes were bent into crescent moons.

The corners of the lips stained with a little milky white soup are also curved.

Knowing that she had no handkerchief, Zhao Rong grabbed the Confucian scholar's sleeve, wiped the corners of her lips for the fish-loving woman, and shook her head, "Stupid."

Surprisingly, Zhao Qian'er didn't get angry with him anymore, but foolishly took another sip of the fish soup, tilted her head, smiling with lovely peach blossom eyes, and looked at Brother Rong'er in front of her.

I just feel the bowl in my hand is warm.

The soup in my mouth is warm.

The heart under the breast is warm.

He is also warm in front of him.

At this moment, Zhao Rong looked at the paper, ink, brush and inkstone on the table, and coughed lightly.

"Qian'er, that... can I not write?"

The corners of Zhao Qian'er's mouth raised, and she looked at him seriously, "No way, Brother Rong, write it quickly."

She suddenly paused, then lowered her eyes and said softly:

"Pure White Han Palace... Don't you men like this kind of fairies who are both beautiful and special, especially those who are sought after by everyone, and you will feel more fulfilled if you win over others."

Zhao Rong looked around at the men in the hall who were writing furiously, with a sad face.

Zhao Qian'er ignored him, took out a small purse, and frowned, "I thought I could buy it directly with money and effort, but I didn't expect to make this one, it's troublesome."

She thought for a while, then glanced at Zhao Rong, "But it's also just right, Brother Rong, you use your poetry talent to conquer her, and it will save you a lot of trouble in the future."

Zhao Rong opened his mouth to speak.

"Won the beauty in the eyes of all the people, and let the fairy fall in love with you. Well, what a wonderful thing, Brother Rong, hurry up, is it possible that Qian'er, a stinky girl who doesn't understand anything, will help you chase women by hand?"

The little girl obviously rushed Zhao Rong to write it, but she couldn't help but add something in a sour tone.

Like a little vinegar jar with the lid off.

"You...you write a better one, and you must suppress them."

Zhao Rong frowned and interrupted directly: "I don't want to write."

He stared at the little girl who was about to get angry with Liu Mei upside down, and said what was in his heart truthfully.

"If it was before, if you asked me to write it, I would definitely write it. I could write any kind of poem for you. But now I haven't written the love poem I promised you. How can I write it for other women?"

Zhao Qian'er was startled, she turned her face away, as if she didn't dare to look into Zhao Rong's eyes.

After being quiet for a while, she pursed her pink lips, and said slightly sadly as if she was talking to herself: "Rong...Brother Rong also knows how to write poems for Qian'er, I thought you forgot."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "I won't forget it. It has been delayed for so long, but I just don't want to give your poem too simple, or... just gorgeous, high-ranking, but without real feelings. So I can't write."

Zhao Qian'er's eyelashes trembled, her pink lips pursed.

Her pink eyelids of peach blossom eyes did not dare to slap lightly, for fear that tears would flow down her face recklessly.

"I... how can I ask you to write me such a good poem, even if it's just a sentence of 'I like you', Qian'er thinks it is the most beautiful and touching poem in the world, I...how can I ask you to write it That's great, brother stupid Ronger, brother smelly Ronger..."

Zhao Rong looked at this little girl whose pretty face couldn't hold back, and remained silent.

Zhao Qian'er wanted to see Zhao Rong, but she didn't dare to, fearing that she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms and cry, and let outsiders see the joke.

She took the initiative to ask Brother Rong to write poems for other women, no matter how broad-minded she is, how could she not have a trace of sadness in the deepest part of her heart?

Is it really as indifferent as it looks?

But after hearing Brother Rong'er's answer and her concerns that had been in her heart, Zhao Qian'er felt that it was enough.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

The movement between them did not attract too many people's attention, because at this time the three sticks of incense had been burned halfway, and everyone was in the moment of inspiration and concentration.

Even Gu Yiwu stood up unknowingly, pacing and thinking in the aisle, holding a small broom that he didn't know where he got... like a poor little wife The burly man subconsciously danced around.

The painting style is weird.

Well, according to Zhao Rong's understanding of getting along with him these days, brother Yiwu should be serious.

And so are the other Justice Hall students.

It is estimated that he is holding back a poem.

But at this moment, Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er didn't pay any attention to these outside movements.

In their eyes, there is only each other in the world at this time.

Zhao Rong exhaled lightly, rubbed her little head with a smile.

"Okay, don't worry about it anymore, I almost cried again."

"I didn't cry." Zhao Qian'er sucked her little nose.

"All right, all right, Qian'er didn't cry, not at all."

After Zhao Rong said something with a smile, he looked at Zhao Qian'er whose eyes were slightly red, and suddenly became serious:

"Back to business, pure Bai Hangong's words. I've been with you all the time. I don't need it. Just in case, in case of danger, if we die, we will die together. What's the use of using that thing to save our lives? I live alone ? And its conditions are harsh.”

"Besides, let's take her back, what will Qingjun explain. So, right now, I won't write any poems or anything like that."

He sighed softly, "I really don't want to help her comb."

Zhao Qian'er was quiet for a while, sniffing her nose from time to time to adjust her emotional expression.

At this time, she seemed to have returned to her previous lively appearance. After hearing the words, she snorted softly, and glanced at Brother Rong Rong, who she found extremely annoying now.

"Miss, you don't have to worry about it. If you can bring it back, I'll tell her... But, hmph, it's as if you can make that Luoxiu fall in love with you by just writing a poem. Well, you're so good at writing it. , Just talking and not practicing fake moves, since I was a child, I know how to brag in front of me."

Zhao Rong had a helpless expression, knowing that the little girl was using aggressive methods.

He suddenly blinked and said, "You don't believe me?"

"Do not believe!"

"You really don't believe that I can handle her with just a poem?"

Zhao Qian'er held her head high and didn't even look at him, "Believe it or not."

Zhao Rong's expression was serious, and he agreed: "It's right if you don't believe me."

He patted Zhao Qian'er's head with some emotion, "Hey, little Qian'er has finally grown up and is a mature sword cultivator, so I can rest assured."

Zhao Qian'er, who was patted to death, "???"

She suddenly wanted to strangle this stinky guy for Tian Xingdao.

I don't know if this girl is mature or not, but you are a real dog.

Chapter 368 The moonlight in front of the bed, the pair of shoes on the ground ____

The little Qian'er who was touched on the head only wished that she hadn't grown taller, like her own lady, so the scoundrel would not be able to touch her head while sitting.

But in this way, the most comfortable height difference between her and Zhao Rong will be sacrificed.

Because now she throws herself into Zhao Rong's arms, she can be in the most comfortable position, although she has to tiptoe when doing certain things...

Right now, the little girl's little head is full of wild thoughts, because she has more important things to do.

Zhao Qian'er suddenly grabbed Zhao Rong's sleeve lightly, bowed her head in silence for a moment, and whispered softly:

"You want to put me first... Well, then you can write me a song now. Qian'er doesn't have to be too nice, as long as it's written by you, I like it."

Looking at the shy little girl, Zhao Rong pondered, "Do you really want me to write?"

Zhao Qian'er turned her face away, and nodded her delicate chin reservedly.

On the side of her face, there is still a little baby fat, white and smooth, Zhao Rong really wants to pinch it hard, um, pinching it should make you cry for a long time, right?

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled, took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, and started writing.

Zhao Qian'er, who didn't know that her face was 'dangerous', had been paying attention to him from the corner of her eye. Seeing that Zhao Rong finally let go of writing, she also let out a sigh of relief.

Zhao Qian'er smiled slightly, and walked aside, ready to pour him a cup of tea to moisten his throat, but in the next second, Zhao Rong's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Okay, you're done."

Zhao Qian'er was taken aback for a moment, and when she looked back, she saw Zhao Rong who was smiling and writing. He was bending over and blowing on the rice paper with a few new lines of ink.

Under the light, the wet ink on the paper was slightly dazzling from her perspective, but it was not real.

"Brother Rong, are you so fast?"

Zhao Qian'er covered her slightly opened mouth with her right hand, why did she feel that he came out within seven breaths?

She looked around at the students around, most of them were contemplating, it had been two incense sticks, and they hadn't finished a poem yet...

"What do you think? Let me tell you, stupid girl, seven steps into a poem is not enough to look at in front of me. Brother Rong, I call it seven breaths into a poem, and it counts the time to roll up your sleeves. Every extra breath counts as me." lose."

Another serious piece of bullshit from someone.

Zhao Qian'er was taken aback when she heard that.

The students around heard the words: "..."

Today, Zhao Rong, who was dressed as a young man in white, threw the flowing turban headband behind his head, stood in front of the table, with his hands behind his back, his head raised, and his posture was chic.

He ignored the mournful gazes cast by Gu Yiwu and others, but turned his pretty face towards everyone, and at the same time looked sideways at the slightly surprised little girl, and blinked.