i have a sword fairy

It's not my fault, it's their fault, it's too late.

"Seven breaths make poetry..." Zhao Qian'er murmured, her eyes full of curiosity, she hurried to the table.

The last time when Zhao Rong was fooled into writing her a "birthday poem" in the Duke's Mansion of Great Chu, the scene that made Zhao Qian'er's heart tremble after the poem was completed is still vivid in my memory.

But this time... Huh, it seems to be a five-character quatrain?

She rested her hands on the edge of the table, fixed her eyes on the verses on the paper, and murmured subconsciously:

"Bright moonlight in front of the bed? Well, bright moonlight in front of the bed...shoes on the ground...three pairs of shoes...raise your head to look at my uncle, lower your head to help...help miss."

"...Help Miss?!"

The little girl who tilted her head read further, the voiceless sound became weaker and weaker, and at the end, she simply fell silent, lightly ah Tankou, the expression on her little face froze.

She stared wide-eyed at this five-character poem, which became more and more wrong the more she read it... No, it's clearly a doggerel!

Moonlight in front of the bed, three pairs of shoes on the ground.Look up at the aunt, and lower your head to help the lady.

Zhao Qian'er's small face flushed with a blush to the base of her ears, as if she had applied rouge and kneaded it evenly, it was brilliant.

"Cough cough." Zhao Rong coughed twice, pointed to his mouth, and gestured to her to lower his voice.

He looked around, fortunately, everyone was doing their own business and no one was paying attention here.

What Zhao Rong didn't expect was that after seeing this gesture, the little girl's face became even more flushed, as if... she misunderstood its meaning.

Zhao Qian'er was instantly ashamed, her tender body threw herself forward, her two lotus arms lay sideways, and quickly covered the weird poem with overlapping ones.

Covered tightly, airtight.

The little girl first buried her head between the lotus root arms as if she was ashamed to death, then raised her little head suddenly, her peach blossom eyes were wide open, and she stared straight at Brother Rong, and the two small canine teeth between her pink lips were also exerting force grinding.

creak creak-

Zhao Qian'er had a vicious look of 'you see if I eat or not, you're done'.

Zhao Rong blinked, but there was an innocent look on his face.

What more do you say?Why doesn't this son understand anything?

Zhao Qian'er was even more ashamed, her small breasts rose and fell.

Just like when you were a child, you not only broke the [-]th line of the female tablemate, but also accidentally kissed her small mouth, and ended up looking disgusted earlier than her, um, you are going to be accused of going to the teacher kind……

The movement between the two immediately caused many students in Zhengyi Hall to look at them curiously. Alas, Mr. Zhao and Fairy Qian'er are making such a fuss again?

At this moment, Zhao Qian'er wished she could find a hole in the ground and get into it, how dare she let the doggerel under her arm see a little bit of light.

She was still ignorant of some things before.

It's just that in the middle of the night, I dreamed about what to do with Brother Rong Er in the bed, and then fell asleep with a happy smile, always separated by a hazy veil.

Before returning to the Duke's Mansion to accompany the young lady to hold her wedding at the beginning of the year, she and Concubine Zhao Ling also took a class on the weirdness of the boudoir with the door closed.

In fact, the little girl is smart and agile, she knows a little more than Concubine Zhao Ling, but only a little more, and she can roughly understand what they are talking about.Well, isn't it the basic principle of the sword and the scabbard? It's too simple, too simple.Her cognition is limited to the simple and normal category.

However, if Zhao Rong is also a decent person, then it must be fine, everyone is on the same level, but it is a pity that someone was a young man of the new era in his previous life and awakened advanced thinking...

Therefore, Zhao Qianer is actually a pure little white flower, only seeing the sword and scabbard on the surface, but her understanding of the sword style has not yet reached the state of perfection, and she suddenly realized that every move in daily life is actually swordsmanship...

Right now, the little girl only has a trembling thought in her mind like a thunderbolt from the blue, she is so ashamed, but... she can still play like this!

She felt that there was a swish in front of her eyes, and the door to the new world was opened by Brother Smelly Rong'er. The violent wind and rain came roaring inside, the kind that wanted to blow Zhao Qian'er away. The wind speed was too fast. Her sword riding the wind I can't hold back...

Looking back at this doggerel now, she feels that the first sentence of the first reading is so beautiful that she can't bear to look directly at it.

You must know that Mingyue has always referred to the latter among her, Brother Rong, and Miss.

Concubine Zhao Ling is the bright moon in Zhao Qian'er's heart, and brother Rong'er is the sun.

As for the three pairs of shoes in the second sentence...

At this moment, Zhao Qian'er couldn't think anymore, she was so ashamed and indignant, Ruoruo... It would be fine if the three of them just hid under the blanket and slept, but what the hell is it to look up at the uncle and lower your head to help the lady? ? ?

Brother Ronger obviously wrote it from her tone and perspective, she is the heroine in the poem, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooBow your head to help her?You put this together to eat sugar cane.

Wait, Zhao Qian'er opened her eyes, and realized later.

She finally knew what it meant when Brother Rong misunderstood her as a young lady and promised not to touch your head, co-authored that young lady was bullied by you that night!

The little girl was shocked by this new set of swordsmanship practiced by Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling.

Wuwuwu, I know how to bully people, I don’t know how many lifetimes of enemies, I have bullied her and the young lady since I was a child, Wuwu, the young lady knows how to obey you, I, I...I don’t, and Dare to press my head, I, I will give you a whole mouthful, leaving nothing...

Xiaoqian'er was extremely wronged when Zhao Rong bullied her with doggerel, and then became vicious for a while.

She pursed her mouth and stared at him angrily, thinking of these painful things in her little mind 'viciously'.

Zhao Rong, who was next to her, saw that she was sharpening her two small canine teeth while showing a cannibalistic look, as if sharpening a knife to watch a sheep, which made people stand in disbelief.

He glanced at the poem that was hidden by the little girl and just wrote for fun, and suddenly felt that it was cool.

In fact, Zhao Qian'er was not willing to hurt him even the slightest bit, she regarded Brother Rong'er more than anyone else's treasure in her heart, but the little girl didn't want him to not cherish her and the young lady in the future and bully him at will, but she was afraid that Brother Rong'er would be unhappy.

Zhao Qian'er was ashamed, bit her lip and stared at the apologetic Zhao Rong in front of her eyes, feeling sorry for herself.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, glanced at her face embarrassedly, and said tentatively: "Ahem, brother Ronger is wrong, stop joking."

The little girl ignored him and stared at him for a while.

Zhao Rong felt even more guilty.

At the corner of the hall on the first floor of the Zuixian Tower, Zhao Qian'er suddenly used her late-stage sword cultivator in the Grand Virtue Realm to confiscate the obscure doggerel on the table with lightning speed.

This is not a doggerel, this is clearly butter...

She glared at Zhao Rong, feeling her cheeks were extremely hot, and her brows were erected, "This song is nothing, you are not allowed to think about it!"

Zhao Rong nodded quickly.

Very obedient.

Before, he didn't know that Xiaoqian'er had such a big reaction, he thought she couldn't understand, so he wrote it to tease her...it was careless.

The little girl glanced at him, and snorted softly. It seems that for the big pig's hooves, it is better to do both soft and hard. Isn't it good to scare him like this?

She pointed to the table, turned her face, and ordered: "Well, write another one, and write this one seriously."

Zhao Qian'er moved away from the seat in front of the table.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to go to the table again, rolled up his sleeves, "Do you want another one? Cough cough, fine."

He looked at the white paper, thought for a while, and then picked up the pen and ink.

After seven more breaths, he put down the brush.

Zhao Qian'er looked at the poems on the table vigilantly, and frowned slightly.

There is no vision of entering the product, and it is butter again?

She looked again, and murmured:

"Bright moonlight in front of the bed... two pairs of shoes on the ground... one pair of golden lotus... one pair of embroidered flowers."

Zhao Rong sighed, "I'm satisfied with this."

Zhao Qian'er looked down at her embroidered shoes, and the style of shoes that the lady likes to wear appeared in her mind again. The lady has small feet and likes to wear golden lotus, but it is not the three inches in the bad habit, but the right size, the lady's golden lotus The shoes are really nice.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, "That's about the same."

Zhao Rong muttered in a low voice: "I'm barefoot, who wears shoes when a serious person goes to bed after bathing?"

Zhao Qian'er: "..."

In fact, what Zhao Rong wants to say is, where are his shoes for the previous "three pairs of shoes"... Ahem, so in the poem just now, there are actually more than three people... But I must not remind this little girl .

Zhao Qian'er pretended to be angry, "I don't want this song anymore."

Seeing this, Zhao Rong had no choice but to nod. "It's all up to you."

She added: "But you have to write one more."

Zhao Rong frowned, and muttered, "Didn't you like everything I wrote?"

Zhao Qian'er lowered her eyes and said softly, "The first thing to do is to write it carefully and hand it in. Don't mess around. I'm going to subdue that Luoxiu."

Zhao Rong became quiet, sighed, and nodded.

But he didn't move any more, but pointed to the doggerel on the table 'Two Pairs of Shoes', and said casually, "Just hand in this one."

"Huh? This one?" Zhao Qian'er was curious.

Zhao Rong nodded, "That's it."

He took a few more glances at the still ink-stained 'two pairs of shoes' limerick, and nodded firmly again, "It's very literary."

"..." Zhao Qian'er.

Limerick, why don't you put it here?

But after taking a serious look at Zhao Rong's expression, the little girl didn't say anything more.

She narrowed her eyes and nodded slightly, "Okay, but if it's useless, then in the future..."

Zhao Qian'er paused, glanced at someone, and stopped talking.

Zhao Rong couldn't help answering, "Then what's going to happen in the future?"

The little girl had no expression on her face, "Don't think about putting a few pairs of shoes on the ground in the future. One pair will not work."

Someone who likes bare feet couldn't help but twitched violently at the corners of his eyes.

Not long after, on the stage in the center of the hall, the three pillars of incense were finally burned, and the sound of the piano also fell leisurely.

The lobby on the first floor of Zuixian Tower became noisy again.

Everyone began to submit poems one after another...

Chapter 369 Seven breaths into a poem is just a picture

In addition to the "seven breaths into doggerel" someone is waiting leisurely.

The other students, including Gu Yiwu, were composing poems or writing lyrics step by step.

After the three sticks of incense were burned and the sound of the piano stopped, they put down their pens one after another.

At this time, two visions appeared one after another in the hall on the first floor.

Gu Yiwu, who was next to Zhao Rong, suddenly stopped, strode to the table, and with a swipe of a pen, filled in the last line of the poem, which is blessed to the soul.

In an instant, a bright moon and silver glow like the shadow of a sword, light and sword bloomed from the wet paper.

At this moment, on the corner table where Zhao Rong and the others were sitting, it was as if a bright moon was protruding from the paper, which immediately attracted the attention of many guests in the hall.

Even the pretty maid on the stage and the stunning girl sitting behind the piano stage couldn't help but stare sideways.

at the same time.

At a table near the center stage of the lobby on the first floor.

The thin, pale and powdered nobleman in powder clothes took advantage of the noise of the crowd, quickly covered the poem written by a blind chicken on the table with his big sleeve, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the sleeve.

Instead, a piece of tightly folded flower curtain paper was taken out from the other sleeve, neat and white.

The noble young master in pink smiled triumphantly, and spread out the folded flower curtain paper.

In the next second, another round of 'bright moon' rose on a nearby table under the stage.

It's just that this round of bright moon, the brilliance is quiet and soft, and at the same time, there are also the sounds of wind, flowers, snow and moon.

Suddenly, the two bright moons that appeared on the first floor divided everyone's attention.

"Quick, look at Yuehua!"

"Hiss, it's an entry-level poem! An entry-level poem!"

"Doing things on the spot, you can actually write high-quality poems. What kind of gods and figures are these, Confucian scholars from the two academies?"

The guests in the hall stared in amazement.

It was only accompanied by sighs and regrets.

Some guests sighed deeply, some even left the table directly, even if most of them stayed, they still showed envy or jealousy.

Although Confucian and Taoist poetry is popular on the mountain, the arty monks on the mountain can also write poems and lyrics, and those who can visit brothels, probably have a bit of literary talent, but after all, they are not as good as Confucian scholars.