Chapter 358: The cold fairy Su Qingdai, dressed as a pig and eating a tiger, Zhao Ziyu
Looking at Uncle Xiaobai, he looked hopeless.
Zhao Rong suppressed his laughter.
He glanced at Zhao Qianer next to him.
The little girl was already smiling, "Uncle Bai, wow~ It seems a bit like..."
The corners of her eyes were curved, revealing two small tiger teeth. When she saw someone approaching in the distance, she raised her little hand to cover her mouth.
Zhao Rong glared at her and pulled her soft hand.
Zhao Qian'er didn't feel the slightest bit angry or embarrassed about being slapped in the face when she was pushed down in the blink of an eye for what she had just said.
She laughed so happily that she asked Zhao Rong to hold her hand.
The man holding the sword turned even darker.
The little girl tried her best to suppress her smile and said to Li Bai in a coquettish tone:
"Hehe, okay, okay, Uncle Bai, don't be angry. Qian'er did something wrong this time and was careless. I didn't expect someone to admit their mistake. Well, you are standing with us, you are indeed a bit like the following
Servant of man.”
Zhao Rong also smiled and shook his head.
Li Bai was the worshiper of the fourth house of the Zhao family in Dachu, and was loyal to Concubine Zhao Ling. Although there were superiors and inferiors, they were not comparable to ordinary servants in the family.
In addition, he is an old member of the fourth house. He has watched Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer grow up, and he is of the same generation as Zhao Rong's mother.
Therefore, although Li Bai came this time as Zhao Rong's bodyguard, Zhao Rong was also his uncle.
But Zhao Rong and Qian'er both regarded Li Bai as their close uncle.
In fact, the same is true for Zhao Lingfei.
The fourth house of Dachu is sparsely populated, and the number of people is not large, but there are fewer messy disputes, unlike other houses. Moreover, because Zhao Lingfei is married to Zhao Qianer, she also has a transcendent status in the Zhao family of Dachu.
Seeing Li Bai, he still looked a little angry.
Zhao Qianer stopped laughing and assured with a straight face:
"Uncle Xiaobai, time is tight this time. I promise to carefully pick out a good outfit for you next time. Well, no green ones."
She paused and then said crisply:
"But we have bought everything. We can't waste it. This is made of fine silk produced in the southern Qiao Sang country. The color is natural. Look how bright it is. It is also not stained by dust, blood or water, and is breathable and self-cleaning.
, it is simply a must-have material for a master’s wardrobe.”
"Well, the clothes are good clothes. You can wear them first. We will change your outfit later so that you don't stand out. We will buy you new ones when we have time."
Li Bai then turned around and nodded with a languid expression, "Okay, don't forget. I will remember you Rong'er brother every day. Uncle Bai feels pain..."
At this moment, the group of powerful people in the distance were approaching.
Zhao Rong had been looking at these strange uninvited guests behind him from the corner of his eye.
With this arrogant aura and scolding, as well as the fact that he was walking on the ancient Xinghe Road, which seemed to be a familiar road, well, he probably was a local "local snake", and he didn't know who he was.
Can't be offended, can't be offended.
Zhao Rong just glanced a few more times at the leader of the group, the aloof woman in a black dress, and didn't pay much attention.
At this time, he saw that Zhao Qian'er and Li Bai were still seriously 'bargaining' about buying a master's skin next time.
He didn't seem to pay any attention to the large group of people behind him, let alone give way.
It's like they don't exist.
Zhao Rong smiled and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Qian'er into his arms, then stepped aside to get out of the way.
He called softly, "Uncle Xiaobai."
The man holding the sword muttered about buying clothes and walked to the roadside.
The three of them gave way to the middle road for the group behind them.
The maid in red who was following Su Qingdai with an arrogant and domineering attitude had already raised her brows and was about to cause trouble.
Seeing this, she snorted coldly.
This large group of people passed in front of Zhao Rong and the others.
The maid in red curled her lips and glanced sideways at a calm man who was sensible and obediently gave way.
But immediately, she was attracted by the petite and exquisite little fairy in the arms of this young man.
I couldn't help but take a few more glances at the little girl's handsome face.
However, after the maid in red came back to her senses, she seemed to have thought of something.
She looked at the young man and the handsome girl who looked comfortable in his arms, curled her lips again, looked straight ahead, and stopped looking.
Generally speaking, I think she is a woman who is kept and favored by men.
Su Qingdai, who was walking at the front, walked gracefully and her dress was fluttering. She didn't even cast her eyes on Zhao Rong and the others.
Just ignore it and pass by.
It seems that the gazes of passers-by Zhao Rong lingering on her are just like the trees and flowers on the roadside. There are too many to attract any interest from the woman.
And in Zhao Rong's field of vision.
This stunning and stunning woman in a black dress has a tall figure, a round waist, fair skin, red lips, and eyes that look like lacquer. She looks straight at the distant night scene.
He left like a flying bird.
Two women, one black and one red, left with a large group of strictly disciplined servants in green clothes.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.
Li Di is rich in beauties with tall slender waists. This aloof woman who just passed by, even in Li Di, should be regarded as the one who stands out from the crowd and has the best conditions, right?
The most important thing is temperament and character.
The women in this world, no matter how good-looking they are, no matter how perfect their figure is, after they reach the top, they are almost all the same.
This is only for mainstream aesthetics, of course there are also individual tastes.
Yan is thin, the ring is fat, and each has its own merits.
But in general, after reaching the extreme, they all tend to be the same.
Therefore, only temperament and personality can bring different kinds of differences and feelings to people.
Well, for some men, women with different statuses, whether high or low, distant or near, seem to have different temptations.
Just like all the fine wines in the world, they are all used to relieve sorrow, but different wines have different flavors.
But now this cold fairy who happened to be passing by...
At this moment, Zhao Rong glanced at the departing figures of this group of strangers and withdrew his gaze.
Suddenly a look of thought appeared on his eyebrows, why did he feel that the aloof fairy's temperament seemed familiar.
Oh, by the way, Qingjun is also tall and handsome, with a cool temperament and extremely proud in his heart.
But these are just the appearance and attitude she shows to outsiders.
For him, Qingjun is another natural gesture.
His clumsy, 'stupid', jealous and ladylike side was all exposed to him.
Also because Zhao Rong was close to her and within reach, he almost never felt that she was cold and unreachable.
Can you watch the green lotus from a distance and not play with it? Well, the lotus seeds are quite delicious, sweet and soft...
However, Qingjun seems to be different in the eyes of outsiders, and he does not have the feelings he is accustomed to.
So, this young master is looking at the lady from a different perspective?
Zhao Rong, who saw some shadow of Qing Jun in Su Qingdai, shook his head.
"Oh, you are so arrogant. Do you think that you are pure and pure, just like a goddess of the Nine Heavens, and no man has the right to invade her? Her pigtails are sticking up to the sky?"
In Zhao Rong's arms, Xiao Qian'er looked at the direction where Su Qingdai and others were leaving, and spoke calmly.
Zhao Rong and Li Bai looked at each other and said nothing.
The little girl tilted her head and praised:
"Well, brother Rong'er, the lady is not as arrogant as she is, and she is even more powerful than the lady. But, why didn't I see this powerful fairy in Taiqing Mansion?"
Zhao Rong remained silent and pulled her forward to continue on his way.
It's like nothing happened just now.
Zhao Qian'er twitched the corner of her mouth and looked away.
She nodded and said firmly:
"Hmm, okay, it seems that Taiqing Mansion can't accommodate her. I didn't expect that this small Dali Nanxing County is actually Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It seems that I, a little girl, just don't know how to fight.
Are the helpers who set up the fight, or the helpers called, worthy of her high profile?"
Zhao Rong still didn't answer.
However, he knew that even without the intersection of giving way just now, he would be slightly at a disadvantage.
Xiao Qian'er must not like that cold fairy either.
Nothing else, just because this woman has a similar temperament to Qingjun.
In the eyes of the little girl, the young lady should be the only one in the sky and unparalleled on earth.
No matter how cold and arrogant you are, no man in this world is worthy of it, ahem, he should be an exception.
Zhao Rong thought with a guilty conscience.
So now I met a woman who was similar to her lady, but also aloof and arrogant.
How could Xiao Qianer be so pleased with this?
Moreover, Qingjun's aloofness and arrogance was due to his introverted personality and his early independence. He could support the whole world by himself, so his posture subconsciously kept others away from him and defended him with indifference.
In addition, Qingjun looks handsome and cold, which naturally makes people feel far away.
As for the cold fairy just now... we don't know.
Although Xiao Qian'er has some double standards, this is only for people close to her.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but raise his hand, touched Zhao Qian'er's little head, and then rubbed it.
"Brother Rong'er, let go, you... what are you doing? Stop rubbing. I'm going to see your classmates later. How can I see anyone if I'm messed up? Brother Rong'er."
The little girl wrinkled her nose and puffed her mouth.
Zhao Rong saw that she seemed to no longer be obsessed with what had just happened. He smiled, took her hand, and strode forward.
It's just that Zhao Qian'er still seems unwilling to give up.
She glanced at Zhao Rong's expression, his frown was beautiful, and his tone was a little complaining.
"Brother Rong'er, why were you holding me tight just now? That 'powerful fairy' can just wear her braids. It doesn't matter to me, as long as you don't get angry. But what is that mess about that maid wearing fancy clothes?
What kind of brat do you think you are? Where do you get your confidence? How dare you look around and be disrespectful to you."
Zhao Rong's expression remained as usual, "We have wasted a lot of time. Hurry up to Zuixian Tower to see Brother Yiwu. He is probably impatient. Well, don't worry about those trivial matters."
"Hmph." Zhao Qian'er hummed like a little pig: "That bitch in red despises you and me... Well, it's okay to despise me, but it's not okay to despise you. If you hadn't pulled me, I would have wanted to take a look.
What's the difference between her squinting dog eyes? They're just eyes, so how can she still speak?"
Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.
She raised her chin, pouted, and bumped into Rong'er, who was like a good old man, "Hey, are you really not angry? I don't care, but don't hold it in, I... you hold it in, I'm worried in my heart
uncomfortable."
Zhao Rong glanced at her.
Well, you really don't care. Why do I feel like you just want to vent your anger?
"No, no, why are you holding it back? But when you say this, I want to relieve myself. I've been holding it in for a long time while shopping with you. Come on, come on, let's go. I have something urgent." Zhao Rong said in a joking tone.
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"You're so damned." Zhao Qian'er couldn't help but laugh and hit him, "You're just talking shameless nonsense."
Zhao Rong stopped his smile, shook his head, and said calmly:
"It's not like a storybook. Everywhere I go I look for opportunities to slap people in the face. Let's leave quickly. It's really suffocating me."
The tone is casual.
Zhao Qian'er squinted her eyes and thought for a moment, then her little brain began to use her imagination.
"Novels? In accordance with the above practice, we must not take the posts of them, let you step on the proud fairy at your feet, so that she can completely change the appreciation of you, and even cheap bones.
Did you marry her? Well, that’s a good idea, why don’t you give it a try?”
Zhao Rong nodded solemnly, "That's right. Later, he fell in love with you, Rong'er brother, and me. He shouted bitterly that he wanted to be my maid, and then I reluctantly..."
"She dares!" Zhao Qian'er opened her eyes, "Well, no, you dare!"
The little girl has agreed to be the second wife, but she still insists on holding on to her position as maid.
"Okay, let's stop talking. How can it really be the same as the story novel? Is that fairy still kneeling at his feet and calling me master after tonight? Don't think about it."
Zhao Qian'er said seriously: "That's not necessarily true. Didn't you say that reality is sometimes stranger than what is written in books? Books should at least be logical. In reality, sometimes anything can happen without making sense."
Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'm waiting. Let's go."
"Well, okay. If you're still a little unhappy, just say it, and Uncle Xiaobai and I will go get your eyeballs."
Zhao Rong had no choice but to nod in agreement, "It's best to have a chamber pot as well."
Zhao Qian'er chuckled, then straightened her face and punched him lightly with her fist.
Not long after.
The three of them finally arrived at the center of the lake, where the largest painting boat in Xingzi Lake was moored.
The lights were bright and there was endless singing and dancing.
The wine is fragrant, the window is red, and the beautiful lady is cheering.