Chapter 625: The Flower of the Nine Heavens Cold Palace dyed red (3)
"What about me?"
Xiao Qian'er listened for a long time, but all he said was Miss, so she couldn't help but shake his arm.
Her habitual flat mouth was a bit annoying: "Miss and I are wearing the same clothes, just different colors. I just let you touch me quietly a few times... What about me?"
"Ahem." Zhao Rong touched the second lady in his arms who had an abnormal brain circuit, organized his words, nodded and said:
"Of course it's also very good. My little Qian'er's development has always reassured me husband. He and Qingjun have their own scenery. Of course, if we really compare it carefully, it is slightly second to Qingjun, but compared with your Dudou
Just like the pure white lotus embroidered on it, it is in bud and ready to bloom, and there is a lot of room for development in the future!"
Xiao Qian'er hugged his waist, bumped his forehead, and said angrily: "If you hate it, you will coax me...hehe..."
Judging from the tone, it seems to be quite useful.
Her small body happily rubbed against him.
The three of them were close to each other, and the positive feedback they received from the bodies of the two ladies made Zhao Rong secretly nod.
"No matter how big or small a woman is, she must be coaxed. Sages will never deceive me..."
In order to better measure the figures of the two ladies at close range later, he decided to pursue the victory.
Zhao Rong changed his tone and said 'blaming':
"Qingjun, Qian'er, you are the same. Now I have to criticize you a little. Why did you always hide your clothes in the past and even guard against your husband? Come on, show me this outfit...this outfit."
Look, I won’t worry about it for so long.”
Xiao Qian'er couldn't help but interrupt, "What are you worried about?"
"I was worried before that our sons would not have enough food. Now, give birth to me, give birth to me, damn it!"
Zhao Rong hammered his hand and said with great pride: "Let's give birth to ten or eight fat boys, and our cafeteria will have enough food!"
Second daughter: “…………”
They looked at each other for a moment, then couldn't help but blush and lower their heads.
Reactions vary.
Xiao Qian'er touched her belly and said longingly with a happy look on her face:
"Give Brother Rong'er a baby... No, no, Qian'er has to work hard to practice and raise her cultivation level to the Golden Core Realm! Give birth to a son... I heard that the little life conceived by the Golden Core Realm female cultivator has a natural spiritual root.
The probability is higher. If the mother is still a sword cultivator, the probability of manifesting the flying sword in the Fuyao realm is also high... Being born with inherited spirituality, in Brother Rong'er's words, means winning at the starting line..."
Zhao Lingfei held his face in her hands, but she looked away and whispered to herself:
"Huh, who wants to give you a son? You are already a big enemy and I'm tired of it. If a few more annoying little ones come... I'd better have a daughter. A daughter is cute and cute, and a son will definitely be a bit annoying to you.
You can ask Qianer or Xiaoxiao to give birth to a son for you. Do you like us as a mother and daughter?"
That's what she said.
Zhao Rong heard it, and of course it was the automatically translated version.
He immediately expressed his opinion: "I like both sons and daughters, as long as they are your children. Well, the same is true for Qian'er."
Zhao Rong blinked his eyes and said in a serious tone as if he was entrusted with an important task: "But Qingjun, the birth of our first son must be handed over to you. You are undoubtedly the eldest lady and must take the lead...
...Well, husband, I want to work hard too.”
Xiao Qian'er nodded softly: "Yes, miss, Brother Rong'er is right."
Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and said: "But I... what if my stomach doesn't live up to expectations? You should change it to another one. I'm afraid I can't do it."
"Who says it can't be done!"
Zhao Rong frowned and immediately stretched out his hand and said at the same time: "My Qingjun is still good at giving birth. Look, you have the strongest capital here. Madam, please don't be modest anymore."
The man rested his head on the beautiful woman's lap and put his big hand on 'somewhere' next to her.
What he said was serious and well-founded.
It can be said that the truth is all in your hands at this time.
Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and whispered: "You... take your hands away, don't touch..."
The sound is getting quieter and quieter.
And Zhao Rong found that she only said to drive him away, but did not reach out to pat his salty pig hooves.
Therefore, Zhao Rong didn't care at all and continued to measure the wife's fertility-friendly parts:
"Qingjun, let me tell you, in my whole life, I have never seen my wife with such a good figure..."
"You are lying." Zhao Lingfei pinched his earlobe again and argued softly, "There are many women who are better in shape than me and are more fertile. You must have seen them, but now you only know how to coax me with nice words. You will wait a minute.
You must be doing something bad, right?"
Xiao Qian'er also nodded, "That's right, Brother Rong'er knew how to coax us before he did bad things."
Zhao Rong had a straight face and immediately said: "I lied to you that I am a puppy!"
Xiao Qian'er puffed her lips: "Well, how do you phrase this? Is it a trap?"
"Then you are a puppy." Zhao Lingfei also snorted and patted his mouth with her bare hands.
Zhao Rong shook his head, "My lady, what you said is wrong. The sages have said that if you increase it by one point, it will be too long; if you decrease it by one point, it will be too short; if you apply powder, it will be too white; if you apply vermilion, it will be too red; the same is true for fatness and thinness... I have just been married to my husband for a month.
I have taken some preliminary measurements, and it seems to be just right for your figure. It’s just that the underwear is between you, so it’s not very accurate. In order to make sure everything is accurate, Qingjun, Qianer, why don’t we cover you with a quilt and measure again carefully..."
"Wait a minute, which sage said this?" Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and interrupted.
She didn't respond to her husband's request to show her fox tail from behind.
"If it is increased by one point, it is too long; if it is reduced by one point, it is too short..." Xiao Qian'er analyzed it in a low voice and looked at him curiously, wanting to know which unorthodox sage it was.
In other words...the eight unorthodox sages are him.
This is not the first time for Brother Ronger.
Zhao Rong thought for a while, and was about to blurt out the article "The Lustful Ode of the Disciple" from his previous life, but he found that something seemed wrong about the name, and it sounded unserious. He swallowed the words and changed his words:
"I forgot about the sage. Anyway, the sage said that a truly good figure is not just big and plump like... uh... like..."
Zhao Lingfei narrowed her eyes and said it for him, "Who does it look like?"
Zhao Rong: "Like..."
The sound is getting smaller and smaller.
Zhao Lingfei nodded and noticed something: "Well, which woman does she look like?"
Zhao Rong said seriously: "Like Xiaoxiao."
He secretly said in his heart, "I'm sorry," and then continued to talk nonsense:
"Qingjun, don't look at her because she is short. In fact, she is full of flesh. She is just a chubby little fox. I regretted it after I picked her up. I feel disgusted. This is a negative inspection..."
A little fox girl sleeping thousands of miles away: Ha, male silver.
Zhao Lingfei didn't seem to hear the answer, and continued with the previous question, asking with a nonchalant expression: "Has your husband also observed her figure as closely as you do now?"
Zhao Rong: "......"
"I know, I know." Xiao Qian'er raised her hand to answer, and said to her Zhao Rong very thoughtfully: "You want to be like Mr. Zhu, right? Am I right, Brother Rong'er?"
Zhao Rong: "......"
Thank you very much.
"That's right."
Zhao Rong's face straightened, and he immediately said to the two girls: "I was just asking her to say that this stupid girl Xiaoxiao is a negative example, and Mr. Zhu is also a negative example, both are too much and not enough..."
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, "Do you still call her Mr. Zhu?"
Zhao Rong nodded and found that it was a little inconvenient, so he stood up from her lap.
He raised his head and regained his serious expression.
"Qingjun, I told you all my thoughts during dinner just now, and I won't repeat it now or in the future."
"because I feel."
"Some attitudes and some words do not need to be repeated, just once, whether it is for the speaker or the listener, but they are self-deception lies that are often repeated by others, and
People who have been deceived also like to hear it over and over again.”
Zhao Rong whispered: "I don't like this."
In a joyful wedding room, on the red wedding bed, this rather strange scene appeared.
In the darkness, a man and two women were very close to each other.
The man is dressed in complicated wedding attire, looking like the groom.
The two women, one big and one small, are both beautiful and beautiful, but they are all staring unblinkingly at the groom in the middle.
However, their attire at this time was a bit too cool, and they were all wearing bellybands and panties.
But the colors and embroidery are different, one is bright red, one is pure white, one is embroidered with mandarin ducks, and the other is embroidered with white lotus.
However, the most eye-popping thing is the slightly open design of the latter, which is vaguely visible and half leaky. Sometimes it is luxuriant grass, sometimes it is a cluster of flowers, but in the eyes of people, it is all a beautiful scenery of a peachland.
In addition, the appearance and appearance of the two beauties, the older one and the younger one, are not inferior to those of the fairies and beauties who are among the best in the world of cultivation on the mountain. In other words, they are such noble beings, but they only lost their love in front of their beloved lovers.
The Debt Fairy comes to earth...
No matter what, on this wedding night, which seemed to outsiders to be the bridegroom's wedding night, the atmosphere between the three people, who seemed to be childhood sweethearts, became surprisingly quiet.
Each stared in silence.
Zhao Rong smiled, broke the silence and said: "I only regard her as Mr. Zhu and Fellow Daoist Zhu... and I heard that I am worried about Fellow Daoist Zhu because she is an older woman."
Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.
At this time, Zhao Rong smiled.
"Qingjun, Qian'er, have we forgotten something?"
"What's the matter?"
Zhao Rong grabbed the catkins of the two girls respectively, one in each hand, held them, lowered his head and said seriously: "We have just exchanged some opinions with each other about the reproduction of our family, and generally have our own goals. Now we have to grasp it."
Time has begun."
Zhao Lingfei said in a tentative tone: "How to start? I...I just want a daughter, it shouldn't be too troublesome..."
Zhao Rong looked at the lady who seemed to know little about it, sighed, and his face became more serious, "The process is the same for daughters and sons. Qingjun, you are the eldest lady and you have to take the lead. Next, you must actively participate in it and cooperate with your husband.
"
He turned his head and shouted: "And you, Xiao Qian'er, why should you smile? You are not allowed to smile. Your task is also very heavy... The night is too short, let's hurry up."
Zhao Lingfei whispered, "Then...how to start?"
She bent her legs and curled up her delicate body, feeling a little overwhelmed and nervous.
Xiao Qian'er, on the other hand, blinked her eyes, started to flick her hair around her ears, and peeked at someone from time to time.
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhao Lingfei's long legs that could kill anyone from any angle, nodded and said: "It's very simple, Qingjun, no matter what happens later, just listen to me, eh
, you are not allowed to kick your husband."
Get vaccinated first.
"..."
Zhao Lingfei shrank back, and then said in a voice like a mosquito, "Okay..."
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PS: I’ve finished coding, I’m just too lazy to unpack it and develop it. There will be the last chapter at 12 o’clock...