Chapter 358 The bright moonlight in front of the bed, shoes on the ground ____ pairs
The little Qian'er whose head was touched only wished that she hadn't grown taller, like her own lady, so that the bad guy couldn't touch her head when she was sitting.
However, this would also sacrifice the most comfortable height difference between her and Zhao Rong.
Because now she throws herself into Zhao Rong's arms and can be in the most comfortable position, even though she has to tiptoe when doing certain things...
Right now, the little girl is no longer thinking wildly in her little head, because she has more important things to do.
Zhao Qian'er suddenly grabbed Zhao Rong's sleeve, lowered his head and stayed quiet for a moment, then whispered softly:
"You want to put me in the front... Then, write a song for me now. Qian'er doesn't have to be too good, as long as it's written by you, I like it."
Looking at the shy little girl, Zhao Rong pondered, "Do you really want me to write it?"
Zhao Qian'er turned away and nodded her delicate chin reservedly.
There was still a little baby fat on the side of her face, which was fair and smooth. Zhao Rong wanted to squeeze it hard. Well, it should make her cry for a long time, right?
Zhao Rong suddenly smiled, took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, and started writing.
Zhao Qian'er, who didn't know that her face was in danger, had been paying attention to him from the corner of her eye. When she saw Zhao Rong finally let go and started writing, she let out a sigh of relief.
Zhao Qian'er smiled lightly and walked aside, ready to pour him a cup of tea to soothe his throat. However, the next second, Zhao Rong's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Okay, you're done."
Zhao Qian'er was stunned for a moment, and when she looked back, she saw Zhao Rong putting down his pen with a smile on his face. He was bending down to blow air on the rice paper with a few new lines of ink written on it.
The still-dry ink characters on the paper looked slightly dazzling under the light from her point of view and were not realistic.
"Brother Rong'er, are you so fast?"
Zhao Qian'er gently covered her slightly opened mouth with her right hand. Why did she feel like he was coming out before she even took three breaths?
She looked around at the students around her. Most of them were thinking hard. It had been two sticks of incense and they hadn't finished a poem yet...
Zhao Rong, who was dressed like a young man in white today, threw his elegant turban and hairband behind his head, stood in front of the table, put his hands behind his back and raised his head, with a handsome posture.
He glanced sideways at the surprised little girl and blinked.
It's not my fault, it's their fault. It's too much.
Zhao Qianer quickly came to the table out of curiosity.
The last time Zhao Rong was fooled into writing a 'birthday message' to her at the Duke's Palace of Da Chu, the scene that made Zhao Qian'er's heart tremble was still vivid in her mind.
And this time... it seems to be a five-character quatrain?
She put her hands on the edge of the table, looked intently at the poem on the paper, and murmured subconsciously:
"The moonlight is bright in front of the bed? Well, the moonlight is bright in front of the bed... There are three pairs of shoes on the floor... Look up at my uncle, lower your head to help... help the young lady."
"...Help Miss?!"
The little girl with her head tilted looked dumbfounded. As she read to the end, her voice became fainter and fainter. At the end, she simply lost her voice. It was so quiet.
She stared at this five-character poem with wide eyes. The more she read, the more strange it became... Bah, bah, bah, that's not right, it's clearly a limerick!
There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, and there were three pairs of shoes on the floor. He raised his head to look at his uncle, and lowered his head to help the young lady.
Zhao Qian'er's little face was brushed, and the blush reached to the roots of her ears, as if rouge had been applied and kneaded evenly, it was bright and bright.
"Ahem." Zhao Rong coughed twice, pointed in front of his mouth, and made a gesture towards her to lower his voice.
He looked around. Fortunately, everyone was doing their own thing and no one paid attention here.
What Zhao Rong didn't expect was that after seeing this gesture, the little girl's face turned even redder, as if... she had misunderstood its meaning.
Zhao Qian'er was instantly ashamed, her delicate body jumped forward, and her two lotus-rooted arms were placed horizontally, overlapping and covering the strange poem quickly.
Covered tightly, airtight.
The little girl first buried her head between her arms as if she was extremely ashamed, and then she suddenly raised her little head. Her peach blossom eyes were wide open and she stared straight at Brother Rong'er. The two little tiger teeth between her pink lips were also working hard.
Grinding.
creak creak
Zhao Qian'er had a fierce and fierce look on her face, saying, "You'll be done with it if you see if I eat it."
Zhao Rong blinked his eyes and showed an innocent expression.
Zhao Qian'er was even more embarrassed, her small breasts rising and falling.
Just like when you were a kid, you not only crossed the 38th Line but also secretly kissed your female classmate on her lips. You were the kind of person who would be sued to the teacher...
The commotion between the two people immediately caused many students of Zhengyi Hall to look at them curiously. Alas, Mr. Zhao and Little Fairy Qian'er are making such a fuss again?
At this time, Zhao Qian'er wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it, where would she dare to let the limerick under her arm see any light.
She had only a vague understanding of certain things before.
I just dreamed about what I was doing with Rong'er brother under the quilt in the middle of the night, and then I fell asleep happily, smiling and fascinated, always separated by a hazy veil.
Before returning to the Duke's Palace to accompany the young lady to hold the wedding at the beginning of the year, she and Zhao Lingfei also took a closed-door boudoir eccentricity course. The main purpose was for the female elders in the Duke's Palace to carefully examine their faces and pass on their experiences.
In fact, the little girl is smart and smart. She knows a little more than Zhao Lingfei, but only a little more. She can roughly understand what they are talking about. Well, isn't it the basic principle of the sword and the scabbard? It is limited to simple and normal things.
category.
Therefore, Zhao Qian'er is actually still a pure little white flower. She only sees the sword and the sheath on the surface. Her understanding of the sword style has not yet reached an advanced level, and she suddenly realizes that every move in daily life is actually a sword skill...
At the moment, the little girl only has one trembling thought in her mind. She is so ashamed that... she can still play like this!
She felt that with a swish, the door to a new world was opened by Brother Shou Rong'er, and the strong wind and rain roared inside, the kind that would blow Zhao Qian'er away.
Looking back at this limerick now, she felt that the first sentence was so beautiful when she first read it that she couldn't bear to look directly at it.
You must know that Mingyue has always referred to the latter between her, Brother Rong'er, 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 time, Zhao Qian'er simply couldn't think about it anymore, she was so ashamed and angry, Ruoruo... It would be fine if the three of them just hid in bed and slept together, but what the hell is that when she looks up at her uncle and lowers her head to help the young lady?
Brother Rong'er is obviously written in her tone and perspective. She is the heroine in the poem. Wuwuwuwu, Brother Rong'er, I don't look up at you. Why are you with the lady? Lower your head and help her.
?You are eating sugar cane here.
Wait, Zhao Qian'er opened her eyes and realized what she was doing.
She finally understood that when Brother Rong Er misunderstood her as a young lady, he meant this when he said he promised not to touch your head. The young lady was bullied like that by you that night!
The little girl was shocked by the new swordsmanship practiced by Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei.
Wuwuwu, I know how to bully people. I don’t know how many generations of enemies I have been. I have bullied her and the young lady since childhood. Wuwuwu, the young lady is such an idiot and knows how to obey you. I, I... I don’t, and I dare to
Press my head, I, I'll give it to you in one bite, leaving nothing behind...
Xiao Qianer felt extremely aggrieved for being bullied by Zhao Rong with his limericks, and for a moment she became extremely evil.
She pursed her lips and glared at him angrily, thinking of these painful things in her mind.
Zhao Rong, who was standing next to her, saw her looking at people with a ferocious look while sharpening her two small tiger teeth, as if she were sharpening a knife to watch a sheep.
shudder.
He glanced at the poem he had written for fun just now, which was covered by the little girl, and suddenly felt something cold about it.
In fact, Zhao Qian'er was not willing to hurt him at all. In her heart, she valued Brother Rong'er more than anyone else's treasure. It was just that the little girl didn't want him to not cherish her and the lady in the future and bully him at will, but she was also afraid that Brother Rong'er would be unhappy.
Zhao Qian'er was so embarrassed that she bit her lip and stared at Zhao Rong, who was looking apologetic, and began to feel sorry for herself.
Zhao Rong coughed lightly, glanced at her face sheepishly, and said tentatively: "Ahem, Brother Rong'er is wrong, I'm not kidding anymore."
The little girl ignored him and stared at him for a while.
Zhao Rong became increasingly guilty.
At this moment, in the corner of the lobby on the first floor of Zuixian Tower, Zhao Qianer suddenly used her late stage swordsmanship in the Haoran Realm and confiscated the limericks on the table that were not even visible at lightning speed.
This is not a limerick, this is clearly butter...
She glared at Zhao Rong, feeling her cheeks extremely hot and her eyebrows standing upright, "This song is nothing, you are not allowed to think about it anymore!"
Zhao Rong nodded quickly.
Very obedient.
How did I know that Xiao Qian'er had such a big reaction before? I thought she couldn't understand... I was careless.
The little girl glanced at him and snorted softly. It seemed that she had to scare Brother Rong'er.
She pointed at the table and ordered: "Well, you write another one, this one seriously."
Zhao Qianer gave up her seat at the table.
Zhao Rong had no choice but to roll up his sleeves again and go to the table, "You have one more song, cough, okay."
He looked at the white paper, thought for a moment, then picked up the pen and started writing.
After another three breaths, he put down the brush.
Zhao Qianer looked at it warily, frowned slightly, and murmured:
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed...two pairs of shoes on the floor...one pair is made of golden lotus...and the other pair is embroidered."
Zhao Rong sighed, "I'm satisfied with this."
Zhao Qianer looked down at her embroidered shoes, and the style of shoes that the young lady likes to wear popped up in her mind. The young lady has small feet and likes to wear gold lotus, but it is not the three-inch size as in the bad habit, but the right size, a woman's gold lotus.
The shoes are really nice.
She glanced at her mouth and said, "That's pretty much it."
Zhao Rong muttered: "I am barefoot, who would wear shoes after taking a bath and sleeping?"
Zhao Qian'er: "..."
In fact, Zhao Rong wanted to say, where are his shoes among the previous 'three pairs of shoes'... Ahem, but I definitely can't remind the little girl.
"I don't want this song." She pretended to cheer.
Zhao Rong nodded helplessly. "Okay, okay, it's up to you."
"But you still have to write another one."
Zhao Rong frowned and muttered, "Didn't I say that you like everything I wrote?"
Zhao Qian'er lowered her eyes and said: "Write this poem carefully and hand it in. Don't mess around. You won't win any fairy back."
Zhao Rong became quiet, sighed, and nodded.
However, he did not move. Instead, he pointed to the limerick "Two Pairs of Shoes" on the table and said casually: "Just hand this one over."
"Huh? This one?" Zhao Qian'er was curious.
Zhao Rong nodded, "That's it."
He glanced at the still-stained limerick "Two Pairs of Shoes" for a few more times, and nodded firmly again, "It's very literary."
"..." Zhao Qian'er.
Not long after, in the center of the hall, the three pillars of incense were finally burned, and everyone began to exchange poems...