Xiao Qian'er, who was being touched on the head, wished she hadn't grown taller, like her young lady, because then the bad guy wouldn't be able to touch her head when she was sitting.

However, this would sacrifice the most comfortable height difference between her and Zhao Rong.

Because now she threw herself into Zhao Rong's arms, she could be in the most comfortable position, although she had to stand on tiptoe when doing certain things...

At the moment, the little girl's head stopped having wild thoughts because she had more important things to do.

Zhao Qian'er suddenly grabbed Zhao Rong's sleeve, lowered her head and remained silent for a moment, then whispered softly:

"You want to put me in the front... Then, write me a song now. Qian'er, it doesn't have to be a very good one, as long as it's written by you, I'll like it."

Looking at the shy little girl, Zhao Rong pondered, "Do you really want me to write it?"

Zhao Qian'er turned her face away and nodded her delicate chin reservedly.

There was still some baby fat on her cheek, which was fair and smooth. Zhao Rong really wanted to pinch it hard. Well, if I pinched it, she would probably cry for a long time, right?

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled, took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pen and started writing.

Zhao Qian'er, who didn't know that her face was in danger, had been keeping an eye on him. When she saw Zhao Rong finally letting go and starting to write, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Qian'er smiled faintly, walked to the side, and prepared to pour him a cup of tea to soothe his throat, but the next second, Zhao Rong's voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Okay, it's done."

Zhao Qian'er was stunned and looked back. What she saw was Zhao Rong, who was smiling and putting down his pen. He was bending over and blowing air at the rice paper with a few new lines of ink on it.

The wet ink words on the paper were slightly dazzling under the light and not real from her angle.

"Brother Rong'er, you're so fast?"

Zhao Qian'er gently covered her slightly open mouth with her right hand. Why did it feel like he came out in less than seven breaths?

She looked around at the students around her. Most of them were thinking hard. It had already been two incense sticks, and they still hadn't finished a poem...

"What do you think? I'm telling you, silly girl, composing a poem in seven steps is nothing compared to me. Your brother Rong'er's poem is composed in seven breaths, which also includes the time to roll up the sleeves. If you take one more breath, I lose."

Someone is talking nonsense again.

Zhao Qian'er was stunned when she heard this.

The students around who heard this said: "..."

Today, Zhao Rong is dressed as a young man in white. He threw his flowing turban and headband behind his head. He stands in front of the table, with his hands behind his back and his head raised, looking very elegant.

He ignored the resentful looks from Gu Yiwu and the others, and turned his handsome profile towards everyone. At the same time, he glanced sideways at the slightly surprised little girl and blinked.

It’s not my fault, it’s their fault. It’s too much.

"Seven breaths to form a poem..." Zhao Qian'er murmured, her eyes full of curiosity, and she hurried to the table.

The last time Zhao Rong was tricked into writing a "Birthday Poem" for her at the Duke of Da Chu's Mansion, the scene in which Zhao Qian'er's heart trembled after the poem was completed was still vivid in her mind.

And this time... Hey, it seems to be a five-character quatrain?

She placed her hands on the edge of the table, stared at the poem on the paper, and subconsciously murmured:

"The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed? Well, the moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed... Shoes... three pairs of shoes on the floor... Look up at the son-in-law, and look down to help... help the young lady."

"…Miss Help?!"

The more the little girl with her head tilted read, the weaker her voice became. At the very end, she fell silent, her mouth light and the expression on her little face was frozen.

She stared with wide eyes at the five-character poem which seemed more and more wrong the more she read it…呸呸呸呸, it’s not right, it’s clearly a doggerel!

The moon shines brightly in front of the bed, and there are three pairs of shoes on the floor. I look up to see the son-in-law, and I look down to help the young lady.

Zhao Qianer's little face flushed all the way to her ears, as if she had been smeared with rouge and looked radiant.

"Cough cough." Zhao Rong coughed twice lightly, put his finger in front of his mouth, and gestured to her to speak more quietly.

He looked around and luckily everyone was doing their own thing and no one was paying attention to him.

What Zhao Rong didn't expect was that after seeing this gesture, the little girl's face became even redder, as if she had... misinterpreted its meaning.

Zhao Qian'er was instantly terribly embarrassed. She threw her delicate body forward, stretched out her arms horizontally, and quickly overlapped them to cover the strange poem.

It is covered tightly and airtight.

The little girl buried her head in her arms at first as if she was dying of embarrassment, then she suddenly raised her little head, her peach blossom eyes wide open, staring straight at Brother Rong'er, and the two little canine teeth between her pink lips were also grinding hard.

Crunch, crunch—

Zhao Qian'er looked fierce, as if saying, 'Just wait and see whether I eat or not, and you're done.'

Zhao Rong blinked, and a hint of innocence appeared on his face.

What are you talking about? How come I don't understand anything?

Zhao Qian'er became even more embarrassed, and her little chest heaved.

Just like when you were a kid, you not only crossed the 38th parallel with your female classmate, but also accidentally kissed her on the lips. As a result, you said "Pah, Pah, Pah" with disgust before she did. Well, you should report it to the teacher...

The commotion between the two immediately attracted the curious looks of many students from the Hall of Justice. Alas, what are Mr. Zhao and Fairy Qian'er doing again?

At this moment, Zhao Qian'er wished she could find a hole to crawl into, so she didn't dare to let the doggerel under her arm see the light of day.

She had only a vague understanding of some things before.

I just imagined what would happen with Brother Rong'er in my bed in the middle of the night, and then fell asleep with a happy smile, always with a hazy veil between us.

Before returning to the Duke's Mansion to accompany the young lady for the wedding at the beginning of the year, she and Concubine Zhao Lingfei also attended a strange boudoir course with the door closed. It was mainly about the female elders in the Duke's Mansion carefully observing their faces while imparting their experiences.

In fact, the little girl was smart and clever, and she knew more than Zhao Lingfei, but only a little more, and could roughly understand what they were talking about. Well, isn't it just the basic principle of sword and scabbard? Too simple, too simple. Her cognition was limited to the simple and normal scope.

However, if Zhao Rong was also a serious person, then there would be no problem. We are all on the same level. But it is a pity that someone was a young man of the new era in his previous life and awakened to advanced ideas...

Therefore, Zhao Qian'er is actually still a pure little white flower. She only sees the surface of the sword and the sheath. Her understanding of sword style has not yet reached perfection. She suddenly realized that every move in her daily life is actually a sword technique...

At this moment, the little girl had only one heart-shaking thought in her mind, which was like a bolt from the blue. It was so embarrassing that... she could actually play like this!

She felt as if a whoosh had suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and the door to a new world had been opened by the stinky Rong'er. A violent storm roared in from inside, the kind that was about to blow Zhao Qian'er away. The wind was too fast, and even she, a swordsman who could ride the wind, couldn't stop it...

Now when she looks back at this doggerel, she feels that the first sentence, which had such a beautiful artistic conception when she first read it, is so hard to bear to look at it.

You should know that among her, Brother Rong'er and Miss Rong'er, Mingyue has always referred to the latter.

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...

Zhao Qian'er couldn't think any more at this moment. She was extremely ashamed and angry. Ruoruo... it would be fine if the three of them just hid in the quilt and slept together, but what the hell was this about looking up at the uncle and lowering his head to help the young lady? ? ?

Rong Er Ge was obviously written in her tone and perspective. She is the heroine in the poem. Woo woo woo, stinky Rong Er Ge, I won't look up at you, and with the young lady? Bowing my head to help her? You are eating sugar cane here with me.

Wait, Zhao Qianer opened her eyes and realized it belatedly.

She finally understood what Brother Rong'er meant when he said he promised not to press your head when he misunderstood her as a young lady. It turned out that the young lady was bullied by you that night!

The little girl was shocked by the new sword technique practiced by Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei.

Wuuwuwu, you only know how to bully others, and you don’t know how many lifetimes you have been enemies with her and the young lady since they were young. Wuuwu, the young lady is so stupid and only knows how to obey you. I, I... I won’t do that. If you dare to press my head, I, I will let you eat it all in one bite, leaving nothing behind...

Xiao Qian'er felt extremely wronged when Zhao Rong bullied her with doggerel, and she became extremely angry.

She pursed her lips and glared at him angrily, thinking viciously about these painful things in her little mind.

Zhao Rong who was standing by saw her with a murderous look in her eyes while she was sharpening her two small fangs, as if she was sharpening a knife while watching a sheep, which made people stand still.

He glanced at the poem he had just written for fun, which was covered by the little girl, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

In fact, Zhao Qian'er was unwilling to hurt him in the slightest. In her heart, she treasured Brother Rong'er more than anyone else. But the little girl didn't want him to neglect her and the young lady and bully them at will in the future. However, she was afraid that Brother Rong'er would be unhappy.

Zhao Qian'er was extremely embarrassed. She bit her lip and stared at Zhao Rong, who looked apologetic in front of her, and began to feel sorry for herself.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, glanced at her face embarrassedly, and said tentatively: "Ahem, Brother Rong'er was wrong, I won't joke with you anymore."

The little girl ignored him and stared at him for a while.

Zhao Rong felt even more guilty.

At this moment, in a corner of the lobby on the first floor of Zuixian Tower, Zhao Qianer suddenly used the power of a sword cultivator in the late Haoran Realm, and confiscated the doggerel on the table that could not be seen by the public at all with lightning speed.

This is not doggerel, this is clearly doggerel...

She glared at Zhao Rong, her cheeks burning hot and her eyebrows raised, "Just treat this song as nothing, don't think about it anymore!"

Zhao Rong nodded quickly.

Extremely obedient.

He had no idea that Xiao Qian'er would react so strongly. He thought she couldn't understand it, so he wrote it to tease her... He was still careless.

The little girl glanced at him and snorted. It seems that for this big pig's hoof, it is necessary to use both soft and hard methods. Isn't it good enough to scare him?

She pointed at the table, frowned, and ordered, "Well, write another one, and write this one carefully."

Zhao Qianer gave up her seat at the table.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to go to the table again and roll up his sleeves. "You want another song? Ahem, okay."

He looked at the white paper, thought for a moment, and then picked up his pen and started writing.

After less than seven breaths, he put down the brush.

Zhao Qian'er looked at the poem on the table warily and frowned slightly.

There is no vision of entering the product, and it is beating butter?

She looked again and murmured:

"The moon shines brightly in front of the bed... There are two pairs of shoes on the ground... One pair is golden lotus... The other pair is embroidered."

Zhao Rong sighed, "Are you satisfied with this?"

Zhao Qian'er looked down at her embroidered shoes, and the style of shoes that the young lady liked to wear popped up in her mind again. The young lady had small feet and liked to wear golden lotus shoes, but not the three-inch size as in the bad custom, but the right size. Women's golden lotus shoes were indeed beautiful.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "That's about right."

Zhao Rong muttered quietly: "I'm barefoot. Who would wear shoes after taking a bath and going to bed?"

Zhao Qianer: “…”

Actually, what Zhao Rong wanted to say was that where were his shoes in the previous 'three pairs of shoes'... ahem, so there were actually more than three people in the poem just now... But he certainly couldn't remind this little girl.

Zhao Qian'er pretended to be encouraged, "We don't want this song anymore."

Seeing this, Zhao Rong had no choice but to nod. "Okay, okay, okay. All up to you."

She added, “But you still have to write one more song.”

Zhao Rong frowned and muttered, "Didn't you say you liked everything I wrote?"

Zhao Qian'er lowered her eyes and said softly, "You must write this carefully and hand it in. Don't mess around and try to seduce Luo Xiu."

Zhao Rong quieted down, sighed, and nodded.

But he did not move. Instead, he pointed to the limerick on the table that said "Two Pairs of Shoes" and said casually, "Just hand this one in."

"Hmm? This one?" Zhao Qianer was curious.

Zhao Rong nodded, "This is it."

He glanced at the limerick about "two pairs of shoes" whose ink was still wet, and nodded confidently again, "It's very literary."

“……”Zhao Qianer.

Doggerel, where are you leaving it?

However, after taking a careful look at Zhao Rong's expression, the little girl didn't say anything else.

She narrowed her eyes and nodded slightly, "Okay, but if it's useless, then later..."

Zhao Qian'er paused, glanced at someone, and stopped talking.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but ask, "So what happened next?"

The little girl said expressionlessly, "Don't even think about getting a few pairs of shoes from now on. Not even a single pair."

Someone who likes to go barefoot couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

Not long after, on the stage in the center of the hall, the three incense sticks finally burned out, and the sound of the piano faded away.

The lobby on the first floor of Zuixianlou became noisy again.

Everyone started submitting their poems...