Good guy, stop it...Okay, you can touch it, but don't pinch it. Let my abdominal muscles go.
Zhao Rong, who was currently being offended by Xiao Qian'er, felt a little regretful.
If I had known earlier, I would have trained these eight-pack abs into one and returned to nature.
Not long after, Xiao Qian'er, who was exploring new things, suddenly looked a little shy and said in a twisted tone: "Brother Rong'er, you... don't move. I almost rubbed it in the wrong place."
Zhao Rong, who was twisting and turning very slightly, suddenly became expressionless.
If you don't move, you'll have to be rubbed to pieces by your troublesome little hands.
Also, I twisted it from left to right, and you rubbed it downwards. You rubbed it in the wrong place in this direction. Do you still blame me?
Seeing that Zhao Rong was silent, Zhao Qian'er blinked her eyes, turned her big peach blossom eyes upwards, and looked at him from bottom to top.
The little girl suddenly said in a weak voice: "You, are you angry?"
Zhao Rong looked at her and said nothing.
The little girl looked at him for a while, then with a swish, she withdrew her naughty left hand, and quickly straightened Zhao Rong's collar with her two little hands. Then she quickly retracted it and put her hands behind her back.
Zhao Qian'er's two small hands were twisted together behind her waist. She lowered her eyes again and bit her lip, as if she had made a mistake.
Zhao Rong saw this and thought for a while.
He was quiet for a while, his tone softened, and he asked softly: "Xiao Qian'er, you... like abdominal muscles?"
Zhao Qian'er raised her head and glanced at him quickly, then continued to lower her head and whispered: "Well, I should like it, but I didn't know that I liked it before. I just touched it... and I like it."
A blush appeared at the base of her ears, just like the brilliant red leaves in the maple forest beside the road that she loves most in autumn.
I didn’t know if I liked it before, but now I like it as soon as I touch it?
Excuse me, are these the abdominal muscles of ‘Xue Dingge’…
Zhao Rong was a little confused at first and was about to speak, but the next second, he raised his eyelids and shut up.
understood.
I just don't know how to answer the call.
Zhao Rong turned his gaze to one side and looked at Feng Lin quietly, without speaking.
The little girl was looking at her toes, her ears were red, her two little hands were holding the corners of her clothes on both sides, and she was silent.
The air was quiet for a moment.
When the people around saw this scene, even the fools probably knew that something was wrong between the two of them.
Gu Yiwu even covered his mouth and coughed lightly, turned around without looking at any evil, and Yun Niang followed closely behind.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and scattered maple leaves flew by the temples of Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er, who looked like statues.
In the open space, there was only the rustle of the maple forest and the snort of the dragon colt.
Zhao Qian'er's body, as solid as a marble sculpture, suddenly moved, turned around and ran away, leaving a stammered sentence in the wind.
"I, I...I'm going to get you some water."
"Wait a minute." Zhao Rong raised his head fiercely, took a step forward like a rabbit running away, and reached out to catch the little deer that was trying to escape.
The little girl didn't care about the pain of Hao Wan being scratched by him, and turned her head back to look at Zhao Rong.
Her hair was flying, her peach blossom eyes were wide open, and their eyes were overflowing with bright brilliance, like the brightest stars in the night sky.
Zhao Qian'er couldn't bear to blink, for fear that she might not see the subtle expression on Brother Rong'er's face clearly, or that she would be distracted and miss the words she had been waiting for for a long time.
Zhao Rong stared at her for a while, then faced the expectant eyes in front of him and said seriously: "Now that I like it, then, I'll try it again later."
Zhao Qian'er's peach blossom eyes suddenly curved into crescent moons. Her small hand held Zhao Rong's hand holding her wrist, waved his big hand, and whispered: "Really, really?"
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded, but he didn't give the little girl time to get excited. He immediately changed his expression, showed a smile, and asked: "Ahem, I'm thirsty. Pi Yatou, go get some water for my uncle."
"oh oh."
The little girl's voice is sweet and crisp.
Zhao Qian'er was smiling happily. She was petite and slender, and she jumped up and hurriedly ran to get some water for Brother Rong'er.
Zhao Rong looked at the back of her leaving happily and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
You have to be careful and don't hurt the little girl's heart.
Xiao Qian'er had just reached that point, and he could only take a small step forward.
Zhao Rong immediately raised his hand to straighten his collar and paused. Xiao Qian'er had already done it just now, and her scent was still on the collar.
Alas, everyone was confused by her torment.
Zhao Rong patted his sleeves, turned his head and looked around.
Everyone turned back one after another.
He saw that the empty space that was quiet a second ago suddenly started to be filled with all kinds of lively sounds after he glanced across it.
Zhao Rong shook his head and walked towards Gu Yiwu, who had been waiting.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's go over there and chat."
Gu Yiwu nodded and gave Yun Niang a cautious look, who quickly followed.
The three of them went to the maple forest nearby...
Under a certain maple tree, the first thing Zhao Rong asked Yun Niang was about Emperor Dali.
This was also the thing he was most curious about in the past few days.
The ceremony of conferring Zen is an ancient etiquette.
In the political system of secular dynasties, the Feng Chan ceremony can be said to be the most grand but also the most controversial ceremony.
Throughout the ages, it has been a magical and extremely grand ceremony in the eyes of the emperors of the Yamashita Dynasty.
In the hearts of the people at the foot of the mountain, it is even more so, sacred and grand.
In all the nine continents in the world, there are emperors who dare to go to Confucian academies to invite Confucian students to come down and preside over the title of Zen.
Had it not been for the founding emperor who unified and established a large-scale dynasty, he would have made great achievements, established a new dynasty, and achieved great things.
If it weren't for the master of Zhongxing, who had the ability to annex other countries and expand the territory, the dynasty would have prospered and swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger.
Had it not been for the new emperor Mingjun who saved the dynasty from falling when the country's fortunes were in decline and were in danger, he had preserved the foundation of his ancestors and added a handful of firewood to the dynasty's fortunes.
etc.
The dynasties under the leadership of these mountain emperors with great achievements dominated dozens of surrounding countries, and no one dared to touch them.
Even some powerful mountain immortal families are unwilling to provoke this kind of royal family at the foot of the mountain.
Therefore, only for those "Eternal Mingjuns" who meet these requirements, the academy will nod and send Confucian scholars to preside over the ceremony of enshrining Zen.
This symbolizes that the emperor receives orders from heaven, and also uses this to declare peace to heaven, express gratitude for his protection, and report the emperor's outstanding political achievements.
As an emperor, what he cares about most is actually the huge political capital and popular support brought by Feng Chan, which makes the imperial rule and royal power extremely strong.
Even if you encounter great luck that is rare to find in a thousand years, you can receive auspicious blessings from the ceremony of enshrining Zen.
Such an emperor can make people in Wangque Banzhou look askance.
No matter up the mountain or down the mountain.
Therefore, Zhao Rong was very interested in what kind of emperor the current Dali Emperor, who the academy acquiesced in Feng Chan, was.
So, he smiled and asked Yun Niang first.
He listened quietly for a while, but what Zhao Rong never expected was...
He was going to consecrate a child under ten years old.