On the man's back, Zhao Lingfei buried her head, shook his arm and said.
"OK."
Zhao Rong nodded in agreement without thinking, and then continued to carry them towards the main room without stopping.
Go back to the house,
It's back to his house.
Zhao Lingfei also noticed this. She sat quietly on her back for a while, bit her lip and said silently:
"It's not the main room, it's the west wing where I sleep. You go to sleep in your room. Or, Qian'er treats you as a treasure, so you let her go with you. Let me go... It was you who said just now that at home
It’s my biggest thing.”
Someone is pretending to be deaf and mute, thinking about how to argue with two scumbag childhood sweethearts about the difference between "sexual intercourse" and "family affairs", but unfortunately they don't seem to be as easy to fool as they were when they were young.
"Did you hear that?"
Some soft flesh on the man's waist was twisted and displaced at 90 degrees.
"Don't let go." Zhao Rong shook his head, then bared his teeth and inhaled.
Qingjun really attacked her own husband.
"You are a disciple of a saint, why are you unreasonable?" she asked.
"What's the point of carrying my daughter-in-law to bed? Well, isn't this the greatest rule and etiquette? This is called the courtesy of Duke Zhou. Even the most holy master came and couldn't criticize me. He had to pat me on the shoulder and praise me for my good work.
of."
"Smooth talk, if the Holy Master really comes, I will definitely give you a slap in the face first."
"Does Mr. Qing feel distressed?" Zhao Rong asked curiously.
"I will remain a vegetarian for the rest of my life."
Zhao Rong: "......"
Good guy, he was beaten to death by the Holy Master.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Lingfei pursed her lips and spoke in a nonchalant tone:
"Didn't you just want to sleep alone last night? It doesn't matter whether Qian'er and I are in your bed or not. You don't even look at it. It doesn't matter where you sleep, right? What, you regretted it tonight?"
Hiss, it turns out it was because of his 'gentleman's act' last night that he hurt Qingjun.
Zhao Rong, who was carrying his wife, opened his eyes.
Also, the lady's maids, one big and one small, were all freshly washed and came to my door. They even brought the precious white handkerchief in their hands.
As a result, last night he had a "Zhao Ziyu" who didn't even touch her.
Worse than any beast.
Sure enough, Qingjun urged again in a cold tone:
"There is no such thing as cheating. In that case, just go to sleep by yourself and I won't disturb you."
After saying that, the delicate body on the right shoulder struggled to come down again.
Zhao Rong was unwilling to do anything, so he let the cooked duck fly away, and quickly launched a 'weak point attack' on Qingjun, using his footbags to scratch the itchy flesh on the soles of her feet and the crooks of her legs.
Concubine Zhao Ling was not to be outdone, and the soft flesh on someone's waist twisted and shifted at 90 degrees again.
But soon, she fell into a disadvantage.
In the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Lingfei is a cold fairy with a strong and resolute personality, but they don't know that in fact, this proud woman is the most ticklish and some parts are very sensitive.
After the Lanxi Elegant Gathering, just having Zhao Rong play with her legs on the bank of the stream made her face turn red with itch and she was embarrassed.
Not to mention the fact that Zhao Rong's big hands were roaming around the slimming body and deliberately targeting the itchy areas.
As a result, the battle situation on the side of a certain woman with autumn eyes, if you want to describe it, it is simply...a rout, and the army is retreating steadily, and it is almost impossible to beg for mercy:
"Itch...itch...don't scratch it, Zhao Ziyu, please let go of me, don't scratch it there...hahaha..."
"Uh huh...ah itchy hahaha...stop touching it, stop touching it, why are you such a scoundrel..."
The handsome lady who was cold and dignified a second ago was directly defeated by Zhao Rong this second, turning into a resentful Qingmei with a blushing face, biting her lips and hammering him, as if she was angry or resentful.
There was nothing he could do about Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong unexpectedly discovered that the tickling trick was more effective than the coaxing words she had just used. Her bare hands were no longer strong enough to pinch her waist, so she secretly wrote down this trick in a small book.
Then he asked with a smile: "Husband who shouts nicely, let go."
But Zhao Lingfei is not willing to beg for mercy easily.
It seemed that the tender flesh on his waist was not enough, and she was already tall on her back. At this time, she was being carried by Zhao Rong. Her red face was facing his waist, so she buried her head directly...
"hiss!"
Zhao Rong took a deep breath and couldn't help but stop, "Don't... don't bite."
It was the lady behind who opened her mouth and bit him directly after a disagreement.
Concubine Zhao Ling was biting this eel-turned-bastard with some pride with her sharp teeth.
However, she realized midway that she now disliked him, so she turned her head quickly, said "bah, bah, bah..." to the side, and then scolded him again.
"Hurry up and put me down! Otherwise I'll bite you... I'll kick you!" Zhao Lingfei changed her words in embarrassment.
Then he cursed for a long time in shame.
Zhao Rong continued to pretend to be dumb and took the opportunity to carry Zhao Lingfei on his back and ran to the door of the main room, preparing to break in.
Concubine Zhao Ling was fussing on her husband's shoulder for a while, but he didn't even say a word, let alone let her go.
So I was really anxious.
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei had a thought in her mind.
"Qingjing, Zhuma, come out quickly."
She summoned the Pure Purple Qi and the Bamboo Horse Flying Sword, and said: "Pure, wrap him up! Bamboo Horse, poke his butt..."
Only halfway through Zhao Lingfei's order was she interrupted by Zhao Rong, who had quick eyes and quick hands, scratching her with three fingers, causing her to laugh out loud with joy.
Qingjing emerged from Zhao Lingfei's house with a whoosh. Just as she emerged, she discovered that something was wrong with the 'enemy' who was really bullying her master...
Well, it was too powerful for her to defeat, so she quietly retreated into the room...
After all, he is the old father from before, his psychological shadow is still there, he is as pure and timid as a girl.
But the Bamboo Horse Flying Sword is more reckless than pure, regardless of these twists and turns.
It flashed directly next to Zhao Rong, quickly spun around him twice, stopped Zhao Rong in his tracks, and then stopped suddenly, aiming at his butt, ready to poke at any time... However, after three breaths, the bamboo horse
Still didn't move, hesitating.
This first-class flying sword, which is extremely precious on the mountain, is confused.
From its perspective, the familiar hostess seems to have been kidnapped by the bad guy. Together with another girl, she was carried on the bad guy's shoulders in a strange and indecent posture, with her butt in the air... I don't know what she was doing. She was indifferent in the past.
The quiet mistress was laughing non-stop, her shoulders shaking... As a child, she couldn't understand.
And apart from the call at the beginning, the hostess gave no more instructions.
The most important thing is that after she gave the order to "poke his butt", she still had a heartfelt message and seriously warned, "Don't hurt him."
Zhu Ma was confused.
How to poke someone in the butt without hurting him...
Poke, but not all the way?
Zhao Rong looked at the flying sword spinning impatiently in front of him, and found that it seemed to be stuck in a bug. It was spinning on the spot, aiming at his butt, but it was still reluctant to strike.
"It turns out to be a silly sword. What a great opportunity!"
He seized the opportunity, fixed the two women's thighs with both hands, twisted his waist and crossed the bamboo horse sword in front of him, and at the same time continued to tickle, breaking down Qingjun's "not worth mentioning" weak resistance.
Zhao Rong came to the door of the main wing, kicked the door, entered the room, and kicked the door shut with his heel.
The whole process of carrying the two ladies into the house and closing the door went smoothly.
Behind him, Zhu Ma, who was thinking about the best way to poke his butt, originally wanted to chase him in, but was assisted by Xiao Qian'er. With a wave of his hand, he pushed him out and closed the door behind him, guarding the door obediently.
Inside the house.
It was pitch black.
There was the sound of a door bolt being locked.
One man breathed a sigh of relief.
He carried the two ladies to the large and wide bed.
Throw the two 'buttocks', one big and one small, on the quilt.
He clapped his hands.
Done.
"Hey, Qingjun, you really bit your husband." Zhao Rong rubbed his waist in hindsight.
He bared his teeth and blinked his eyes.
I'm a little worried that I'll be bitten by Qingjun later. Well, maybe Xiaoqian'er will be bitten too.
Because Zhao Rong heard that at that time, women liked to bite men's shoulders and scratch their backs with their nails.
Just when Zhao Rong was thinking about something far-sighted, a pillow hit his face.
"Well……"
What followed was another delicate right foot.
Say hello to his face.
"What are you doing!"
Zhao Rong quickly leaned back to evade.
Almost got scratched.
He could feel the strong wind on the tip of his nose.
Then, another little foot appeared and 'stepped' on Zhao Rong's chest.
On the bed, Concubine Zhao Ling was leaning back with both hands to support the bed board, her long legs stretched out to block the gap between Zhao Rong and her. She put on a pretty face and said mercilessly: "Get out of the way. If you do this again, I will be really angry.
"
Hearing this, Zhao Rong put away his smile.
He sighed inwardly, as if his work tonight was in vain.
But joking aside, Zhao Rong respects Qingjun and Qian'er and cannot force them.
He looked solemn and said: "Then... let's just sleep. Just sleep. I'll get you a quilt."
"It was meant to be sleep. What were you thinking about before..." Zhao Lingfei looked away and seemed to mutter to herself, then turned back and shook her head, "That's no good. Then I'll go back to sleep. You and Xiao Qian'er can sleep together."
,I go first."
"Qingjun..."
"No, I don't want to sleep with you now." She bit her lip and looked to the side without looking at him, "Also, don't bully me into tickling me anymore."
Zhao Rong: "......"
"Miss."
At this time, Xiao Qian'er, who had already got into bed, poked out a small head and a hand.
She pulled the hem of Zhao Lingfei's skirt and said, "Why don't you stay and let's sleep together? It'll be okay. Look at Brother Rong'er now, he must be honest..."
"You still said it was all your fault!" Zhao Lingfei glared at her.
The little girl shrank her head and quietly stuck out her tongue.
Zhao Rong nodded, "Okay, Qian'er, there's no need to say any more. It's not appropriate to spend the night at the foot of the mountain tonight... Qingjun is right, you should all go back. Wait a minute, I will go get your shoes."
He just carried the two girls back from the bed, leaving their shoes in their respective rooms.
After Zhao Rong finished speaking, he turned around and went out to get his shoes.
As soon as the man left, the dark main room became quiet.
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and lowered her head, saying nothing.
Xiao Qian'er suddenly opened the quilt, released the swing, jumped out of bed, stepped on the flying sword to the threshold, and went out to look outside.
"Ms. Miss."
Her voice was small, she took her head back from the door, turned around and said sternly: "Let's really go back, are you really angry? Don't you want to sleep with Brother Rong'er?"
Zhao Lingfei nodded and said nothing.
In the darkness, I didn't know what she was thinking.
Xiao Qian'er flatly said: "Well, I brought Bai Xipa with me, and there were so many Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers. I thought you also brought them..."
"I didn't bring it." Zhao Lingfei turned her head and hummed: "You thought I was the same as you, and you didn't feel ashamed, so you took the initiative to open the door."
"You obviously opened it too!" Xiao Qian'er argued.
"Then who opened it first?"
"I don't care, you opened it anyway..." Xiao Qian'er's voice gradually trailed off, and finally she shook her head and changed the subject, "What will we say later? Are we really leaving?"
Zhao Lingfei nodded and suggested: "If you are so reluctant to let go, then you can stay and sleep with him."
"Well..." Xiao Qian'er buried her head and tapped her chin with an index finger, "If you don't come... then forget it. He is very restless in his sleep. I'd better go back to the house with you, Miss..."
After hearing this, Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head for the first time since entering the room and looked at Xiao Qian'er who was hesitating in front of the door.
She hummed softly but said nothing.
At this moment, she seemed to hear the footsteps of the man outside the door returning. Xiao Qian'er raised her head and glanced outside the door, then hurriedly ran to the bed.
The door was open, and the moonlight happened to shine into the house, outlining the lines and shapes of some of the furniture in the house.
"Wait a minute." Zhao Lingfei suddenly said.
"What?" Xiao Qian'er, who was halfway there, was stunned.
"You...you light the lamp." Zhao Lingfei's voice was filled with uncontrollable waves.
In the dark, I couldn't see my expression clearly.
"Ah? Oh oh oh."
It turns out that it is such a simple thing. In fact, they can all have night vision, but it is a little gray and colorless. After lighting the lamp, the vision is clearer and more comfortable.
Xiao Qian'er stopped at a small round table and without thinking much, she snapped her fingers towards the candlestick.
A spark flashed, the candle burned,
The orange candlelight fills the dark room, making it bright with just one light.
At this time, the two women could really see the scenery inside the house clearly:
The small round table is covered with a fiery red tablecloth, and the red tassels of the tablecloth hang down to the ground;
Scarlet is like a carpet of sunset;
There are big red paper-cuts with the character "囍" on the walls, wooden windows, and furniture;
Finally, underneath them was a dark red...marriage bed.
Looking around,
All furniture and decorations in the house are flooded in festive red.
His eyes were all filled with vermilion.
"Miss, this...this...is Brother Rong'er!?" The peach-eyed girl covered her mouth and looked around in shock.
The woman with autumn eyes made no sound.
Completely quiet.
She looked down.
It turned out that she was once again sitting on a wedding bed.
It's like yesterday is reappearing.
…
ps: I have already thought about the beginning of the next chapter. The first chapter of Dreaming Back to Sword Girl seems to have been almost two years...
When did you guys read the first chapter of Sword Girl for the first time?
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