Chapter 644 Ziyu recites poetry, Qingjun breaks through (3400 words)
Inside Qinglianxuan Courtyard.
It is located in a three-story building with closed windows.
If you ignore it, you can see with the naked eye a counterclockwise stirring whirlpool of spiritual energy in the sky above your head at this moment, as well as a series of surprised looks that are rapidly gathering from all directions.
So the three-story building seems to be the same as usual.
Ordinary and quiet.
There was a bit of crowding on a long red lacquer table in the building.
Except for thirty-one pieces of paper spread out among flowers.
There are also fireworks in March, spring breeze in April, red beans in the south, and maple leaves in the north.
There are also spring smoke from willows, long grass and flying orioles, returning guests, green hair and white heads...
After Zhao Rong put pen to paper not long ago.
Zhao Lingfei saw these "various" scenery on her desk.
It's dizzying.
For a moment, the table looked like April on earth:
There are beauties smiling, there are fireworks, but the red beans are bitter.
It feels like late autumn in December again:
The maple leaves are red, the west wind is cold, but the sweet-scented osmanthus is sweet...
These are all the lovesickness he wrote to her...
Husbands' lovesicknesses are all kinds of strange, but Concubine Zhao Ling thinks they are particularly cute.
It's as cute as the song "Shang Xie" that she regarded as her darling.
Now, there are a total of thirty-one love poems.
Among them, there are four songs from Nanshan in My Realm!
Nine pieces of fallen flowers from the realm of selflessness!
There are 17 pieces of fallen flowers in my realm!
They were all placed on the lacquered red table where Zhao Lingfei usually fell asleep, and were being 'lit up' one by one due to the gathering of spiritual energy from heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles.
"Thinking...thinking about Wuxie...thinking about Wuxie."
Zhao Lingfei murmured with trembling lips for a while, and then suddenly said in fear: "You, you are not allowed to write anymore."
She hugged Zhao Rong's hand that was about to dip his hair in ink again and prevented him from writing any more.
Zhao Rong raised his head.
Concubine Zhao Ling looked at her husband with red eyes: "Don't write anymore, you are a prodigal husband."
Zhao Rong nodded and smiled brightly: "Okay, prodigal ladies."
Zhao Lingfei tried her best to widen her autumn eyes, the corners of her eyes were crystal clear: "You are the prodigal, why are you writing so many disgusting love poems to me? It's so disgusting, I... I don't like it, put it away quickly."
While she was fiercely 'violating' him, she was even careful to breathe through her nose, as if she was afraid that just by accidentally inhaling a little more spiritual energy, she had a mutual connection with these thirty-one exquisite love poems...
However, what made Zhao Lingfei unexpectedly happy was that the blue-gold dress her husband gave her, which she had no idea of its use, could spontaneously and completely cut off the spiritual energy of heaven and earth after her heart rose to refuse the spiritual energy to enter her body.
The incomparable spiritual energy cannot enter the body from the meridians. Zhao Lingfei only needs to control her breathing...
At this time, Zhao Rong blinked and hugged the Sword Fairy Lady who suddenly lost her temper.
Zhao Lingfei didn't dare to look into his eyes, she turned away to look at the floor, sniffed and said, "Okay, I know you are capable. Okay, I know this, so you are not allowed to write anymore!"
Zhao Rong didn't answer and whispered in her ear, "Prodigal women."
"You! You still said that!"
Zhao Lingfei was about to cry because of him. She pushed the annoying guy's chest with both hands, "Don't touch me."
Zhao Rong held the warm and fragrant lady in his arms and refused to let go. He shook his head and said, "Why did you hide the "Shangxie" I gave you before? It's a treasure, and it's still the same now. It's foolish not to take it with bare hands.
What is it but a prodigal?"
Zhao Lingfei felt a little guilty, but she raised her chin and defended stubbornly, "What your husband gave me is mine. I'm just too lazy to use it. What's wrong with putting it there? Humph, can you care about me?"
She stretched out her legs and kicked the envious little Qian'er, and ordered: "Go and help me put away all the love poems on the table. We won't accompany him to mess around anymore."
Zhao Lingfei tilted her head, pretending that there was sand in her eyes and rubbed the corner of her eyes with one finger, then turned back to the front, showed the aura of a matron of a family, and changed the subject: "Also, what about thinking about innocence and thinking about evil, huh?
They are all excuses. If my husband learned bad things before, he just did bad things. Don’t use youth and ignorance as an excuse. Why didn’t Qian’er and I learn bad things before?”
Xiao Qian'er nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "That's right." However, under Zhao Rong's squinting look, the little girl who was 'definitely not a bad learner' sounded a little guilty.
Concubine Zhao Ling thought she had frightened her husband in this way.
Unexpectedly, the husband who had been smiling quietly all the time suddenly nodded affirmatively: "I can take care of you."
Zhao Lingfei: "..."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but pinch the arrogant little chin of the lady in his arms, and pecked her wet red lips, tasting it briefly. Her fragrance was sweet.
A certain mistress, who was originally very imposing, suddenly had a pretty face filled with blood, and she could no longer hold her airs.
"you……"
And what made her even more unbearable was what was behind.
Taking advantage of her shyness, Zhao Rong directly picked up Zhao Lingfei from the waist and placed her in the center of a table lined with thirty-one love poems.
"What I gave you as a gift is indeed yours, but you are also mine." Zhao Rong said, directly pressing forward, his body pressed against Zhao Lingfei's warm and delicate body, and then he patted it gently
She raised her hips, nodded and smiled: "So you say I can't control you?"
Concubine Zhao Ling blushed and glared at him, "I don't care!"
Grain
She wanted to push him away with her two little white hands, but she didn't know why. She couldn't exert any strength with her hands. Maybe it was the sequelae of being pressed by him on the night of the wedding. As soon as she was pressed by his body with strong breath, her bones...
I crisped it up by three points first.
What made Zhao Lingfei feel strange next was that the man pressing her suddenly stopped replying, and the smile on his face faded. He lowered his head and looked at her face seriously.
"You, what are you looking at?" Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but touch her hot cheek, but didn't find anything on her face. She avoided his eyes and continued to say stubbornly: "Do you know you are wrong? Okay, then
Don't make any more trouble. Today is my business...I have forgiven you for most of it, and the other half depends on your performance. You, you come down first, and I want to put away the poem first. You are really a prodigal husband..."
Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and straightened out the messy green hair on Concubine Zhao Ling's forehead and temples, carefully.
Zhao Lingfei looked at his gentle movements in shock.
After quietly arranging her black hair, Zhao Rong carefully held her oval face with his palms that had haunted him in his dreams countless nights.
Her face has delicate curves, her skin is fair and smooth, and her palms feel warm when held in her hands.
And because she didn't dare to breathe too much into the rich spiritual energy around her, the subtle breath she exhaled fell on Zhao Rong's face, making him feel the slightest warmth.
The atmosphere between the two people on the lacquered red table became quiet because of Zhao Rong's silence.
Zhao Lingfei waited for a while, and the blush on her face, which was held gently by him, did not fade at all, but became even redder.
She asked in a low voice: "Why don't you speak?"
Zhao Rong looked at her carefully.
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and shrank her neck, "Is it me..."
Zhao Rong suddenly rolled down from under Zhao Lingfei, no longer pressing her, but lying on his back like Zhao Lingfei on the table filled with thirty-one exquisite love poems.
"Zhao Lingfei." He suddenly shouted.
"Huh?" Zhao Lingfei turned her head curiously.
"Prodigal bitches."
“…”
She turned her body to the right, facing away from him, not wanting to pay much attention to him.
The woman with autumn eyes on the table continued to secretly think about how to 'hide' these love poems under her body. She didn't want to show them to outsiders. It would be best if no one else knew about the man Zhao Lingfei liked.
It was good. She could hide it and look at it sweetly for a long time, during the time she was apart from him. As for using it, she didn't even think about it. The only thing that bothered her a little now was Nanshan Pinqing Poems.
There were too many, and it was difficult for her to hide the movement.
Why is this guy so annoying? Why did he write so many Nanshan articles to her... Zhao Lingfei's heart is full of sorrow and sweetness.
"Hey, prodigal bitches." Zhao Rong called softly again.
"Get lost." Zhao Lingfei didn't even look back.
The man behind him seemed to smile, and then he turned his body 90 degrees to the right, lying on his side together, holding his arms around her slender waist and pressing against her undulating back.
The man suddenly said: "Up, evil."
Concubine Zhao Ling was startled.
Zhao Rong hugged her from behind, and at the same time picked up a piece of pale pink flower paper from the desk, put it over her head, and placed it in front of her eyes.
On the paper were lines of ink characters that Zhao Lingfei was extremely familiar with.
This was the first love letter Zhao Rong sent to her, and it was also a poem that accompanied her through countless tossing and turning nights. Her feelings for it were simply inseparable from her in this life.
Zhao Rong behind him paused for a while, then whispered in her ear again: "Shangxie..."
This time, she seemed to have finally realized something. Zhao Lingfei, who was suppressed by him and unable to turn around, started to tremble all over. She closed her eyes tightly, and if she didn't look at the eleven lines in front of her, she almost burst out of the paper.
The ink words that entered her heart.
However, Zhao Rong bit Zhao Lingfei's ear and read the poem into her heart:
"...I want to know you, and I will live a long and everlasting life...There are no hills in the mountains, and the rivers are exhausted...Thunders in winter shake, rain and snow in summer...The heaven and earth are united, so I dare...to be with you!"
With her eyes closed, Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body trembled more and more violently, when the last word from Zhao Rong's mouth fell into her ears.
She broke her guard.
The whole house was filled with wind.
The flower paper with "Shangxie" written on it seemed to be held up by the hand of an immortal in the sky and suspended in the air. The elegant and spiritual ink characters fell from the paper, just like big beads falling on a jade plate, with a crisp sound of 'ding'.
"Ding-rang-dang-dang" landed one after another on the body of a woman with her eyes closed on the table.
But the blue-gold dress on her body suddenly shone slightly.
The psychic ink words that were supposed to enter the monk's body randomly from all the meridians were now wandering around in circles on Concubine Zhao Ling's green-gold dress like a child who couldn't find the way home.
Like ants on a hot pot, anxious.
Finally, a certain psychic ink character who wandered to the neck and collar discovered an extra open 'door'...
A group of psychic ink words with the words "satisfied" poured into the "only open" eyebrow chakra on Zhao Lingfei's body.
However, the changes inside the house are far from over!
After completely letting go of her guard, Zhao Lingfei's skirt floated in the wind.
It seems that some kind of induction has been established somewhere.
There are thirty poems left on the desk that are graded, whether they are Nanshan grade or Luohua grade; whether they have absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and are completely ‘lit’, or they are being lit...
The poems floated up together, and countless lines of blazing ink characters began to rush toward the stunning woman with her eyes closed in silence in the air.
Inject the surging spiritual energy into her meridians and Dantian.
But at this moment, the frosty dawn horn on Zhao Lingfei's body began to shine brightly, like a giant blue-gold sun rising in the house.
The scene that just happened when "Shangxie" entered the body reappeared again, but this time the scale was larger. Even the four Nanshan poems that won the heaven and earth bells could not pass through this green-gold dress and enter her directly.
Meridian Dantian.
As a result, the thirty poems of the first grade, including the four Nanshan poems, turned around and hit Concubine Zhao Ling's eyebrow chakra with a huge amount of spiritual energy and strange images.
Inside, there is a lonely and dilapidated lotus pond.