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Um, this is actually not about protecting attendance, because this month's perfect attendance disappeared very early, and I don't care about perfect attendance anymore, because I had it for several days before, and it almost disappeared...
I am posting this chapter first to take advantage of it, to motivate myself to work hard, I can’t owe you (good guy’s original Huabei code word?), I can’t just say it for several days...
It feels like so much is of no use. There are always some guys who really think that Xiaorong is guarding them and Shui Quanqin from coming out to scold... How dare Xiaorong~(amp;gt;_amp;lt;)~, so tired,
Escape first.)
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Qingjun is a fairy beauty, with a strong and sincere attitude, fine texture and even flesh. At this time, she is only wearing a pink bellyband. She has a slim and narrow figure, but it makes her figure look like a slim figure.
The water of the mandarin duck washes away the gelatin, shy of the rain and the clouds, full of affection, and every smile is so charming.
Her crimson silk was moist and thin, showing the crystal-clear ice skin, and she was greasy and fragrant. She looked at Tan Lang with shame: "Don't look at it..."
Zhao Rong nodded, and stopped looking at it for the next second, but took a swig.
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Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and then picked, it was originally composed of "Nishang" and "Liuyao" after "Neon Shang". The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The noises are all mixed up, and the big and small beads are falling on the jade plate. There are warblers in between.
The bottom of the language is slippery, and it is difficult to swim under the ice of the quiet spring... Zhao Rong suddenly realized the hidden meaning of an ancient article that he had memorized one morning in his previous life.
By the way, there is also the last sentence at the end of the article: "Sima Jiangzhou's green shirt is wet."
I didn't expect you to be like this, Lao Bai.
At the moment, "Neon Shang" and "Liu Yao" in this article are both famous songs that someone has practiced diligently recently... and finally performed them in front of Qing Jun, but what surprised him was that the former closed his eyes and did not open them.
Some are too disrespectful to the husband.
Zhao Rong sighed.
However, he and Qingjun tacitly followed the agreement they made.
Zhao Rong did not go to get the jade, and let Su Xiaoxiao's pink pocket coat still on the jade body protect the last bottom line. However, the spring scenery in the garden could not stop it. For a young Confucian scholar, there were still things he could do.
Many, many, especially the ones that coaxed the lady into the water. In every sense of the word.
Although the door is closed at this time, if someone peeks quietly, they can see the stunning scenery that is stunning:
The graceful jade body is like floating waves and lotus flowers, with dew and delicate brilliance. The light arms and wrists eliminate the fragrance, and the graceful waist is rippling with blue ripples.
Mingxia bone, Qinxue muscle. A trace of crispness penetrates the fragrant shoulders, and a little bit of spring hides the small musk navel. The red scarf of love kills, and the pure white dew is slightly.
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At this time, after seeing the true face of Qingjun Lushan from behind the screen in the room, someone suddenly froze and stopped his movements.
"Qingjun, you, this."
Is this the pure white Hangong of the divine Li Nu? The one that Luo Xiu showed him in a 'confession' not long ago in Dali Xingzi Town, or is this just a characteristic image? Is it a certain legendary white bird?
Wild beasts? After all, this is not unique to women from the Li clan, women from the human race also have this wonder.
"Don't say it again, don't say it again!" A woman with autumn eyes who had the truth revealed to the world was ashamed and anxious.
She pushed him gently, but gradually she heard a trembling voice and blushed slightly in shock.
It turned out that someone was overjoyed, and suddenly he put his head under the water and came closer. Suddenly, there was a burst of spring water, and the same was true for Qingjun. With a sweet cry, water drops splashed in the bucket, and then one person stood up, and another person was hugged.
Lifting up, it was forced to be carried ashore.
Zhao Rong stared at the scenery.
The distance is like a minimalist blank composition created by an artist.
The beautiful scenery of the snow-capped mountains rising from the ground is smooth and white. The romantic powdery snowflakes piled on the top of the mountain are very conspicuous in the vast whiteness.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"..." The woman with autumn eyes couldn't say anything. She stretched out her hands and pushed him in a panic, but her movements were weak. She was in a pitiful posture bent by his domineering attitude, and she was so thin-skinned that she couldn't bear the pain.
live?
Standing up, Zhao Rong seemed to have opened a window to a new world. Looking out of the window, he admired the beautiful scenery in the distance and gradually opened his eyes.
At this time, in the white mist, due to the sudden rise of the two people, someone only saw the Sword Fairy Lady in front of him. The water droplets slid down along the wonderful arcs that even the creator would be amazed. He suddenly remembered a sentence in his previous life.
An elegant sentence I saw in a famous article:
Six or seven miles into the mountain, you can gradually hear the gurgling sound of water flowing out between the two peaks, which is called Ningquan. As the peaks turn around, there is a pavilion with wings resting on the spring, which is called Drunkard Pavilion...
"Brother Rong'er, put me down quickly." Qing Jun said anxiously.
Zhao Rong seemed to be absorbed in the beautiful scenery and did not hear anything. He stared intently and murmured softly:
"What I want is not what I portray……"
So that's it... Zhao Rong realized it.
It's boring to play the piano with his hands. He also wants to swim among the mountains and rivers while reciting poems with his mouth. Especially now, the mountains and rivers in Lao Zhao's house are a little different, so he has to swim around.
Zhao Rong had never imagined that there was such a good thing before. He had always thought that the rumored food was other people's delicacies, so he would just listen to it or admire it. However, now he suddenly realized that his third canteen
, it seems that there are delicious dishes. It is really far away, but right in front of you. The three cafeterias are amazing.
Well, Zhao Rong has been busy doing business these days, so... he happens to be very hungry. Although the whip is not long enough at this time, the first two son's canteens cannot be entered openly, and the third canteen belonging to him cannot be entered yet.
Breaking down the door immediately, but there is still a long way to go.
Now you can try it at the small window outside the third canteen. Try the appetizers first. For example, try this white-looking steamed bun first. This is Zhao Rong’s first time in the third canteen.
The dishes I discovered, the hot steamed buns, are very appetizing, and the steamed buns resist hunger and are long-lasting to eat. Without further ado, let’s start.
In an instant, Zhao Rong lowered his head and went to explore the mountains and rivers. He ignored the wide-eyed reaction of a certain woman with autumn eyes as if he hadn't seen it.
Then, there was another round of tossing.
At this moment, Zhao Rong was eating a big meal at the small window outside the third cafeteria, while hesitatingly praising:
"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Huh-huh. Husband is very happy. Ahem, I didn't expect Qingjun to hide it so deeply, and there are such delicacies. Uh-huh, Qingjun, these three canteens in our house,
Could it be that the pure white Han Palace is also pure white?" He was busy trying new things, hesitating and hesitating in his words from time to time, he seemed to be satisfied, and his tone was flattering. Li Nu's pure white Han Palace was white and white, but it was not as white as the steamed buns in San Canteen.
"Don't say any more..." Facing Zhao Rong who was eating alone in surprise, Zhao Lingfei wanted to hit him, but her current posture was inconvenient and she couldn't hit his chest, and she couldn't bear to hit Zhao Rong's head as he lowered his head to eat the steamed buns.
Although she didn't understand what her husband meant by the pure white cold palace, she vaguely understood that he must be laughing at her.
Concubine Zhao Ling's pink and white hair fell, she was in disarray and collapsed, her voice gradually weakened, but she could not resist him. The pink fist struck her and it hurt her heart again. In the end, she could only let out a whimper covered in glow, and the upper body of her delicate body was folded forward.
She pounced and hugged his head, inserting ten green fingers into his thick black hair, hugging him very tightly. The woman with autumn eyes was frozen by the cold autumn wind, feeling very cold and aggrieved, so she followed
A frequency pattern shudders.
How can such a good time and beautiful scenery pass by so quickly? This time is like a white horse passing by.
In the cafeteria of the North House, I always tremble with my arms. I am a pure white slave, and I teach you how to show mercy to me.
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Not long after, Zhao Rong finally put down his job in the third dining hall with satisfaction. He seemed to be afraid that his shivering wife would catch a cold. After cleaning and drying her, his princess hugged her and went to the bed to rest.
He had already collected the bedding and made the bed early.
The two of them traveled through mountains and rivers, and continued their relationship.
But this time something is different.
Zhao Rong felt that he could no longer be too lazy to guard his pearls until he vomited them, so while admiring the scenery of the mountains and waters, he once again taught Qingjun the formulas and finger techniques of swordsmanship carefully, and carefully taught her the essence of it.
Zhao Lingfei, who was extremely talented in swordsmanship, was already tired and a little exhausted after traveling hard through the mountains and rivers, and her husband also kept walking.
The aftermath of the incident was rising again, but under the guidance of Zhao Rong, she still fulfilled her obligations and insisted on learning the secrets of swordsmanship. She vowed to repay her loved ones with springs, which made someone happy.