Looking at Uncle Xiaobai, he looked like he had lost all hope in life.
Zhao Rong suppressed his laughter.
He glanced at Zhao Qian'er beside him.
The little girl was already laughing, "Uncle Xiaobai, puchi~ It seems that they really do look a bit like each other..."
The corners of her eyes curved, revealing two little canine teeth. When she saw someone approaching from a 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 the fact that she had just made a promise but was rejected in the blink of an eye.
She laughed so happily that she waved Zhao Rong's hand left and right.
The man holding the sword's face turned even darker.
The little girl tried her best to suppress her smile and said to Li Bai in a slightly coquettish tone:
"Hehe, okay, okay, Uncle Xiaobai, don't be angry. Qian'er was wrong this time. I was careless. I didn't expect someone to admit their mistake. Well, you do look a bit like a servant when you stand with us."
Zhao Rong also smiled and shook his head.
Li Bai was a worshiper of the fourth branch of the Zhao family of the Great Chu, and was loyal to Concubine Ling of Zhao. Although there was a distinction between superiors and subordinates, he was not comparable to ordinary servants in the family.
In addition, he is an old member of the fourth house and has watched Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er grow up. He is of the same generation as Zhao Rong's mother.
Therefore, although Li Bai came this time as Zhao Rong's guard, Zhao Rong was also his brother-in-law.
But Zhao Rong and Qian'er both regarded Li Bai as a close uncle.
The same is true for Concubine Zhao Ling in Duyou City.
The four branches of the Great Chu had few people, and even with the attendants and servants, the number was not large.
But there are also fewer messy disputes, unlike other rooms where there are too many people and too many mixed feelings.
Moreover, because of Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer, the fourth branch also has an extraordinary status in the Zhao family of Great Chu.
Seeing that Li Bai still looked somewhat indignant.
Zhao Qian'er stopped smiling and promised with a straight face:
"Uncle Xiaobai, time is tight this time. Next time, I promise to pick out a good outfit for you. Um, no green ones."
She paused, then changed the subject.
"But since we've already bought it, we can't waste it. It's made of the finest silk produced in the southern country of Qiaosang. It has a natural color. Look how bright it is. It won't get stained by dust or blood, and it's breathable and self-cleaning. It's simply a must-have for a master to kill, burn, rob, or bury a corpse in the wild."
The little girl's voice is crisp and clear.
"Well, the clothes are nice, you can wear them first. Brother Rong'er and I will change clothes later so that you won't stand out. I'll buy you new clothes when I have time."
Li Bai then turned around and nodded with a gloomy expression.
"Okay, don't forget it. Remember your brother Rong'er every day, uncle..."
Zhao Qian'er replied, "It hurts in vain, it hurts in vain."
Li Bai sighed.
At this moment, a group of people with impressive momentum in the distance were approaching.
Zhao Rong had been keeping an eye on these strange and uninvited guests behind him.
Their arrogant demeanor and shouting, and the fact that they seemed to be walking along the Xinghe Ancient Road with great familiarity, well, they were probably the local 'bullshit', and no one knew who they were.
You can't afford to offend me.
Among this group of people hurrying on the road, Zhao Rong just glanced at the cold and aloof woman in a black dress who was leading the group, and then didn't pay much attention to her.
At this time, he saw Zhao Qian'er and Li Bai were still seriously bargaining about buying the expert skin next time.
He seemed to pay no attention to the large group of people behind him, let alone make way for them.
It’s as if this group of people didn’t exist at all.
Zhao Rong smiled and stretched out his hand, pulled Zhao Qian'er into his arms, then stepped aside and made way for the main road.
He called softly, "Uncle Xiaobai."
The man holding the sword walked to the side of the road, muttering something about buying clothes.
The three of them made way for the group behind them in the middle of the road.
The arrogant and domineering maid in red who followed closely behind Su Qingdai already had her brows raised and was about to speak out to start a quarrel.
Seeing this, she snorted coldly.
The crowd passed by Zhao Rong and the other two.
The maid in red curled her lips and glanced at a calm man who was tactful and gave way obediently.
But soon, her attention was attracted by the petite and delicate fairy in the arms of this young man who looked like a gentleman.
I couldn't help but look at the little girl's pretty face a few more times.
After a while, the maid in red came back to her senses and seemed to have thought of something.
She looked at the young man and the pretty girl who was curled up in his arms. The two seemed to be being affectionate with each other.
The maid in red curled her lips again, looked straight ahead, and no longer looked at them.
Generally speaking, people think that she is a seductive concubine kept by a man.
Su Qingdai, who was walking at the front, had an elegant gait and fluttering dress. She didn't even glance at Zhao Rong and the others.
Just ignore it.
It seemed that there were too many passers-by like Zhao Rong who lingered on her, just like the trees, flowers and plants on the roadside, and they could no longer arouse any interest in the woman.
I didn't even bother to feel any contempt and simply ignored it.
And in Zhao Rong's vision.
This cool and stunning woman in a black dress, with a tall figure, a slender waist, fair skin, vermilion lips, and lacquered eyes, was looking straight ahead at the reflection of the night scene in the distance.
She left like a beautiful flying swan.
Two women, one in black and one in red, went away with a large group of disciplined servants in green.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.
Lidi is rich in tall beauties with slim waists. This cold fairy who just passed by should be considered to be outstanding and of the highest quality even in Lidi, right?
And the most important thing is temperament and personality.
No matter how beautiful the women in this world are or how perfect their figures are, they are almost all the same when they reach the top.
This only applies to mainstream aesthetics, of course there are also individual tastes.
Yan is thin and Huan is plump, each has her own merits.
But in general, when beauty reaches its peak, everything tends to be similar.
At this time, we need to look at other additions.
Therefore, temperament and personality can bring different differences and feelings to people.
Well, for some men, a woman's different status, whether high or low, far or near, seems to bring a different kind of sexual excitement.
Just like all the fine wines in the world, they are all good for relieving sorrow, but different wines have different flavors.
And the deeper the wine is hidden and the rarer it is, the more it attracts people to look at it.
But this cold fairy who happened to pass by...
At this moment, Zhao Rong glanced at the backs of the group of strangers leaving and then looked away.
A thoughtful look suddenly appeared between his brows. Why did he feel that the temperament of this cold and aloof fairy looked a little familiar?
Oh, by the way, Qingjun is also tall and handsome, with a cold temperament and extremely proud in his bones.
But these are just her appearance and attitude shown in front of outsiders.
To her husband, Qingjun naturally had a different kind of beauty.
He got to know the other side of the poor student, such as the clumsiness of the young woman and the jealousy of the young woman.
Also because Zhao Rong and she were in tune with each other and were within reach, he almost never felt that she was aloof and out of reach.
Lotus seeds are delicious, sweet and soft...
However, Qingjun in the eyes of outsiders does not seem to be like this, and they do not have the same feelings that he is accustomed to.
So, this young master is looking at my lady from a different perspective?
Zhao Rong, who saw some shadows of Qingjun in Su Qingdai, shook his head.
A crisp voice rang in his ears.
"Oh, so arrogant, do you think you are pure and innocent, like a goddess in the sky, and no man is qualified to violate you? Your braids are about to stick up to the sky."
In Zhao Rong's arms, Xiao Qian'er squinted her eyes, staring at the direction where Su Qingdai and others left, 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 young lady is not as arrogant as her, so she is even more powerful than the young lady. However, why didn't I see this powerful fairy in Taiqing Mansion? If I had known earlier, I would have asked her name just now to see if she could make us take a deep breath."
Please stop sucking. If you continue to suck, the climate in Xuanhuang Realm will become warmer.
Zhao Rong complained in his heart, then silently pulled her and continued on their way.
It was as if nothing had just happened.
Zhao Qian'er twitched the corner of her mouth and withdrew her gaze.
She glanced at Zhao Rong and nodded her head in an affirmative tone.
"Hmm, well, it seems that Taiqing Mansion may not be able to accommodate her. I didn't expect that this small Dali Nanxing County actually has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I am a little girl who has no experience. I just don't know if this goddess-like fairy can fight or call for helpers worthy of her high attitude."
Zhao Rong still didn't respond.
But if he thought about it with his big toe, he knew that even if he hadn't taken the initiative to give way and been slightly at a disadvantage just now.
Xiao Qian'er must also dislike this cold and aloof fairy.
It’s nothing, it’s just because this woman has a similar temperament to Qingjun.
In the little girl's eyes, her young lady should be the only one in the world.
No matter how cold and arrogant she is, it is not too much. No man in this world is worthy of her. Ahem, he must be an exception...
Zhao Rong thought without any guilt.
So now she has met a woman who is similar to her young lady, but even more cold and arrogant.
How could Xiao Qian'er possibly like it?
Well, why are you so arrogant? Do you want Brother Rong'er and I to give way to you?
Moreover, Qingjun's coldness and arrogance are due to his introverted personality. He became independent at an early age and supported himself alone. Therefore, he subconsciously kept people at a distance and defended himself with indifference.
In addition, Qingjun looks handsome and cold, which naturally makes people feel a sense of distance from him.
As for the cold and aloof fairy just now...it is unknown.
Although Xiao Qian'er is a bit hypocritical, this is only true for people close to her.
Zhao Rong thought that the little girl who was chattering and had an unhappy look on her face was somewhat cute.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and touched Zhao Qian'er's little head, and rubbed it again.
"Brother Rong'er, let go. What are you...what are you doing? Stop rubbing my hair. I still have to meet your classmates later. How can I face others after you messed up my hair? You stinky brother Rong'er."
The little girl wrinkled her nose and puffed out her lips.
Seeing that she seemed no longer bothered by what had just happened, Zhao Rong smiled, took her hand, and strode forward.
But after the three of them walked for a while, Zhao Qian'er still seemed unwilling to give up.
She, who was leading the way, suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Rong's expression, her eyebrows furrowed, and her tone sounded a little complaining.
"Brother Rong'er, why did you hold me and not let me move just now? And you kept covering my mouth."
"Actually, it doesn't matter if that 'cold fairy' dies, as long as you don't get angry. But what kind of messed up brat is that maid in fancy clothes? Where does she get the confidence to look around and be disrespectful to you?"
Zhao Rong looked calm and finally spoke softly.
"We have wasted a lot of time. Let's go to Zuixianlou to meet Brother Yiwu. He must be waiting anxiously. Well, don't worry about other trivial matters."
"snort."
Zhao Qian'er snorted unconvincedly like a pig:
"That red-dressed slave looked down on you and me... well, she can look down on me, but she can't look down on you. If you hadn't just pulled me, I would have wanted to see her pair of dog eyes that looked down on others. What's the difference between them and others? They're all eyes, so how can hers still speak?"
Zhao Rong spoke in a casual tone.
"Just look at them. I'm not short of meat. Maybe they just think I'm handsome. Oh, I'm a little annoyed. Besides, they're walking so fast. They must be in a hurry. We're not in that hurry. It's okay to give way to them."
Zhao Qian'er raised her little head in front of him, pouted her lips, and nudged the good-natured Rong'er with her shoulders.
"Hey, are you really not angry? I don't care, but don't hold it in. I...if you hold it in, I'll feel bad."
Zhao Rong looked down at her and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Uh, you really don't care about anything?
Why do I feel like you are angry and want to draw your sword?
However, the little girl put all her worries on him after all. She couldn't bear to see her lover being looked down upon, so she worried about him.
Zhao Rong felt a little warm in his heart and joked:
"No, no, really. What are you holding back? But now that you mention it, I feel like I need to relieve myself. I've been holding it back for a long time while shopping with you guys. Come on, let's go. I have something urgent to do."
"You look so stupid." Zhao Qian'er couldn't help laughing, her cheeks blushing, and she lightly hit him, "You just talk such shameless nonsense."
She paused, tugged at the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes, lowered her eyes and said, "Those who look down on you and bully you deserve to die. In my... in the lake of my heart, the swing is ringing, it's... it's for you."
Zhao Rong restrained his smile, shook his head, and said calmly:
"This isn't a story from a vernacular novel, where if you see someone you don't like on the road, you'll always look for an opportunity to slap that person in the face. Just give way, it's not your turn, why would you make a grudge?"
"A vernacular novel?" Zhao Qian'er muttered with narrowed eyes, and her rich imagination immediately began to play in her little head.
"It would be great if it was just like what's written in the novels. According to the above conventions, if they dare to look at us, we have to beat them into submission, and then let Brother Rong'er step hard on that cold fairy and humiliate her in any way he wants."
"Then, they should be beaten into submission. If they are not convinced, let them call for help. Call all the brothers and sisters, fathers and brothers, fiancés and godfathers, and beat them one by one. Puff, then..."
"That dumbfounded aloof fairy burst into tears and completely changed her mind about you. She begged for mercy in fear, and Brother Ronger kicked her away in displeasure. As a result, she, who was aloof just now, even became a masochist and let you kick her again~ Hmm, it feels like there will be a lot of stories. If we had known earlier, should we have tried it just now?"
"..."Zhao Rong.
He couldn't help but glance at the little girl.
A cheap bone? A cold fairy loves to be abused?
Ahem, what kind of vernacular novel are you reading? I'm well-read and I love reading, but why have I never seen this kind of book in a bookstore?
Do you mind telling me the name? I don't have any other ideas, I just want to get to know the author.
Zhao Rong nodded seriously and said:
"That's right. Later, she was abused and bullied, but she fell deeply in love with me, your brother Rong'er. She cried and shouted that she wanted to be my bed warmer, and then I reluctantly did it..."
"She dares!" Zhao Qian'er opened her eyes, "Well, no, it's... you dare!"
Even though the little girl had agreed with Zhao Rong to be Zhao Rong's second wife, she still held on tightly to her position as a maid. After all, this position was too dangerous.
A maid in the conservatory who doesn't want to be a lady is not a good fairy.
Zhao Qianer finally understood her young lady's previous unhappiness...
At this moment, Zhao Rong waved his hand.
"Okay, let's stop talking about this. How can it really be the same as what is written in the novels? We have only met once. After tonight, will that fairy still kneel at my feet and call me master?"
"Read less of those books and stop thinking about all that nonsense."
Zhao Qian'er shook her head seriously and said:
"That's not necessarily true. Didn't you tell me that reality is sometimes stranger than what's written in books? The stories in books at least have to follow logic. But in reality, sometimes there's no logic at all and anything can happen."
Zhao Rong smiled and didn't care. "Okay, okay, I'm waiting for her to come. Let's go."
"Yeah, okay."
Zhao Qian'er said something worriedly again.
"But if you're still a little unhappy, just say it, and Uncle Xiaobai and I will go and get your eyeballs."
Zhao Rong had no choice but to nod and agree.
"It would be best if you could get a chamber pot, too."
Zhao Qian'er burst into laughter, then tightened her little face and hit him lightly with her pink fist.
Not long.
The three finally arrived at the center of the lake, where the largest pleasure boat in Xingzi Lake was anchored.
The lights are bright and there is endless singing and dancing.
The aroma of wine, the red window, the graceful figure of the beauty.
The laughter and joy continued for a long time.
We have arrived at Zuixianlou.
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