Chapter 405 Counting is good, the needle does not poke the needle does not poke
"Everyone has the right to choose. As long as you don't regret this choice in the future, it will be right."
At this time, facing Su Qingdai's confident declaration of war, Zhao Rong, who was between the two women whose eyes were fiercely clashing, was noncommittal and nodded lightly.
"If you want to stay, then stay."
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes, turned around and returned to the chair without meeting their gazes.
Return the ‘stage’ to Zhao Qian’er and Su Qingdai.
Xiao Qianer's pretty face was filled with ice and she silently took a step forward.
Su Qingdai straightened her graceful waist and shrank back subconsciously, but soon she seemed to react again, straightening her waist and looking at Xiao Qian'er with arrogant and unyielding eyes.
"Ziyu is right next to you. What kind of skill did you have in making a sneak attack just now? If you have the guts, let me go and let me put on my clothes. Let's do it again. Hum, but it doesn't matter. I'm sorry you don't dare. Tonight I admit defeat. I want to do it again.
If you want to kill me, I'll give you a good time."
"Okay, I'll untie it for you and do it again." Xiao Qian'er, who knew it was a provocation, still nodded and agreed happily. She suddenly calmed down at this time, and stepped forward to release Su Qingdai's restraint and loosen the rope.
While muttering:
"I'll have to change the binding method later... Or tie the four corners of the bed in a 'big' shape..."
"..." Su Qingdai.
"etc."
At this time, Zhao Rong seemed to have remembered something and suddenly said, "Qian'er, Fairy Su, wait a moment. I still have something to ask."
He raised his hand, spread his fingers, revealing the two Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers on his palm, and smiled at Su Qingdai:
"Tell me about this, everything you know."
Zhao Rong always felt that the halo above looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
Su Qingdai tilted her head slightly, "Ziyu, you are not allowed to call me Su Xianzi. You can... call me Qingdai or Dai'er."
Zhao Rong nodded, "Okay, Miss Su."
"…………"
Su Qingdai thought for a while and didn't say anything. After all, Miss Su seemed to be closer than Fairy Su. As for Qingdai, Dai'er and other intimate nicknames... Well, take your time.
She nodded, "This flower comes from Jiyue Mountain."
"Moon Sacrifice Mountain?"
"Well, the highest mountain above the ground never accumulates ice and snow. It has sunny weather all year round for thousands of miles and a clear blue sky. However, there are thunders in the sky on the top of the mountain, but no thunder can be seen with the naked eye. Everything is a wonder when you look up... there...
The mountains and plains are covered with Nine Heavenly Han Palace flowers, like dandelions, blown by the mountain wind. However, the moon has not appeared on Moon Festival Mountain for a long time..."
Zhao Rong rested his chin on his hand and listened quietly.
…
Inside a stick of incense.
Su Qingdai paused again and again, and someone asked again and again. She finally finished telling what she knew about the Moon Festival Mountain and the Nine Heavens Han Palace Flower. At this time, she looked at Zhao Rong who was touching his chin thoughtfully.
Qingdai couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Have you finished speaking?" Xiao Qian'er said calmly.
Su Qingdai looked away from Zhao Rong, turned to smile slightly, and nodded. "Tzuyu should be fine, we can do it again."
Her "Ziyu" sound was very impressive to someone's ears.
At this time, Zhao Qian'er nodded again, and she stretched out her hand...
Soon, Su Qingdai was released from the restraints and red rope by Xiao Qian'er.
This cold and charming woman wearing a white bellyband twisted her jade wrist, glanced at Zhao Qian'er, and snorted softly.
Xiao Qian'er glanced at Zhao Rong, who seemed to be deep in thought, and then her eyes returned to normal.
The atmosphere between the three of them became a bit strange.
At this time, Su Qingdai bent her legs and half knelt on the bed, stretched out her hand to put on the cassock that was dripping with stars. While putting it on, she gently squinted her eyes and carefully looked at the pretty girl who was yawning and waiting for her out of boredom.
The atmosphere between the two women gradually calmed down as time went by, and it seemed that someone would get violent and take action in the next second.
"Hey, are you okay? Tell me." Xiao Qian'er said impatiently, "You're just dragging your feet. Are you so helpless? How can you be my maid?"
Su Qingdai smoothed out the messy black hair and tied it again with a white ribbon, "Come on."
Xiao Qian'er's impatient expression suddenly subsided and she tilted her head and smiled.
The next second, it was pitch black inside the house.
A pot of greenery ten feet away from the bed had one-third of its green leaves broken off.
A black belt was broken on a certain slim waist.
A bed collapsed slightly.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
However, Zhao Rongzheng was sitting steadily on the chair, tilted his body, resting one hand on the armrest of the chair, supporting his chin, squinting, looking thoughtful, turning a blind eye to the second fight between the two women on the bed to compete for status, thinking about himself
things.
The reason why Su Qingdai was given to Xiao Qian'er to train and let the little girl do whatever she wanted was not only the rules of the old Zhao family he made up casually, but the deeper reason was not because Zhao Rong had any special habit of whipping beauties.
But like what Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er said at the beginning, he adhered to the principle of only believing half of every word that came out of the lips of this stunning fairy who came for free, so he let her stay with Xiao Qian'er.
It is safest to keep your eyelids low.
"Moon Sacrifice Mountain... I can only hear the sound of thunder... By the way, if this session will work, I'll ask that lazy guy later..." Zhao Rong muttered, lost in thought.
The young Confucian scholar didn't pay much attention to the familiar scene on the bed: a stunning woman with a slim waist and long legs who had just put on a black skirt was stripped clean again, with her 'big'-shaped hands and legs spread out and covered by a quilt.
It was tied to the four corners of the bed, like a little white sheep, and riding on it was a pretty, energetic and petite girl.
Xiao Qian'er was taking out the red rope again and was looking at the little white sheep who said "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum" with great interest. She lowered her head and looked left and right, as if she was thinking about where to start tying up.
Obviously, Bingxue, a smart little girl who is good at thinking and keen to explore the secrets of rope art, will definitely improve her skills this time...
A certain defeated beautiful fairy: "Uh huh..."
Zhao Rong on the side blinked twice, but he didn't pay much attention to their mischief and was not prepared to intervene.
Su Qingdai said before that she was "killing or beheading", but how could she really be so exaggerated? After all, how could Xiao Qian'er have any evil intentions? However, the next second, Zhao Rong, who was lost in thought, caught a glimpse of Xiao Qian'er in his peripheral vision.
After his eyes lit up, he took out something flexible and slender.
His eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and he quickly turned his head.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!" The nasal voice of a woman whose mouth was sealed suddenly became thicker.
The young scholar swallowed his saliva and looked at the soft whip with some burrs on the hand of the pretty girl.
This... this is what I use to smoke dragon colts during the day, good guy!
Now we have to smoke... Rouge Horse at night?
"Qian... Qian'er, why, why is this happening?"
The pretty girl who was riding a snow-white rouge horse did not immediately reply to Zhao Rong's words, but instead raised her whip and lashed the air hard.
"Crack!"
Zhao Rong's eyelids trembled.
At this time, Xiao Qian'er looked at the soft whip, twisting some burrs on the whip with two fingers, nodded her little head with satisfaction, and muttered: "Hmm, not bad."
Zhao Rong swallowed again. The little girl lowered her head, raised her fingers, and said to him without raising her head:
"Brother Rong'er, we agreed that you are not allowed to interfere. Just stay away and don't get involved."
"Qian'er, why don't we... change to another one? It's so late at night, what if someone hears it?" Zhao Rong said with a serious face, and at the same time moved the chair back calmly... Well, it's safe.
For the sake of safety, I moved again.
Xiao Qian'er ignored him.
Tonight, she will sweep across the peaks, cleanse the valley, bring peace to the world, and revive the old Zhao family tradition!
The little girl's pretty face was tense, she pointed her fingers straightly, and declared in a crisp voice:
"Six teeth marks, eighteen overt and covert glances, twenty-nine calls of 'Tzuyu', both big and small, and he also scolded me twice, once as 'idiot' and once as 'little fool', eh
,'Little Fool' doubled, total..."
"snort!"
"Crack!"
She raised her proud little head, eagerly whipped her whip again, and said arrogantly:
"Fifty times! Give me fifty lashes tonight!"
Zhao Rong, who looked impatient, and Su Qingdai, who was struggling, were both stunned.
"Hey, isn't it fifty times?" the young Confucian scholar couldn't help but said.
"Brother Benrong'er, let's get it together!"
Zhao Rong asked curiously: "Rounding up, shouldn't it be sixty lashes?" Who did you learn arithmetic from?
"..." Su Qingdai, who was whipped four times for no reason, said, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
"Round up, round up?" Xiao Qian'er tilted her head and looked down at her ten fingers, "Well..."
The next second she retracted her fingers and waved her little hand holding the whip, saying with great pride, "One hundred whips!"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Su Qingdai who directly went from "five to one hundred": "Wow!!!"
You absolutely fucking did it on purpose!
The pretty girl who was riding a rouge horse with her hands on her hips blinked, and the next second, she was whipped with satisfaction...
If the calculation is good, the needle will not poke.
…
During the day, the sky is clear.
This autumn morning was also rarely hot.
A hundred miles away from Hanjing, by the official road outside an open-air wine shop, a large number of dragon colts were staying there, snoring from time to time.
There is an old horse not far away, grazing on the spot without being picky.
At this time, many people were taking a rest in the open-air wine shop.
But the atmosphere at the table was a bit strange at this time.
If you look carefully, everyone's eyes are focused on a certain wine table in the center.
Four people at the table.
A young Confucian scholar and a rich old man who looked like a rich man were sitting face to face.
A petite and pretty girl tilted her head and looked at this rich old man who looked kind and kind.
Next to him, a stunning woman in a black dress was holding a wine bottle in one hand and holding the hand of a young Confucian scholar with the other, staring intently at the wealthy old man.
At this time, under the gaze of everyone, the wealthy old man and the young Confucian scholar looked at each other and spoke slowly...