Different from Qingjun's icy skin and bones, cool and sweat-free.

Xiao Qian'er sweats very easily.

Earlier, on the Xinghe Ancient Road, Zhao Rong held her in his arms while she tiptoed to drink honey water. After a while, beads of crystal sweat were embedded on the tip of her delicate nose. Then Zhao Rong smiled and rubbed her with his big nose for a long time, wiping away Xiao Qian'er's sweat evenly...

At this moment, the two of them held hands and walked back to the third floor. Between their big hands and small hands, some of the little girl's sweet sweat was produced.

Xiao Qian'er silently took out a new handkerchief. It turned out that the handkerchief that had been with her for a long time was left on the boat.

Xiao Qian'er lowered her head, grabbed Zhao Rong's big hand, wiped his palm with a handkerchief first, squinted her peach blossom eyes, and was careful and gentle.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned around and said seriously, "Ahem, silly girl, why are you so wet? It all comes out when you squeeze it."

After the meeting just now, Zhao Qian'er was silent. It was no wonder that Zhao Rong noticed his second wife, but he was not in a position to speak. At this moment, he was thinking of ways to provoke her to speak.

"Water... lots of water, don't you like it?" Xiao Qian'er looked at his big hands.

Zhao Rong was stunned.

Xiao Qian'er muttered again: "Didn't you say that girls are made of water? Qian'er has more water, which makes her more girly. Water is gentle and non-competitive, meticulous and considerate, tolerant and generous... How wonderful."

Zhao Rong coughed lightly. It turned out that he had misunderstood. He needed to reflect on himself.

Qian'er had never been taught by hand before, so how could she understand such things, except for the occasional rude words.

At this time, Zhao Rong shook his head, "Too much water is not good, because you are not ordinary water, you are made of vinegar."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Qian'er's small hand and put it in front of his nose, and the tip of his nose lightly touched her delicate palm. The latter shrank slightly and cried out: "Itchy~"

The little girl looked up at him who was sniffing her palm, her voice soft and soft, with a faint smile on her lips, "You annoying guy, you're messing around again."

After saying that, she looked left and right at the stairwell.

It was the same place where Zhao Rong had bullied her before and made her study a hundred ways of kneading small dough.

Same position, same stinky Ronger brother.

Zhao Rong sniffed it, nodded, and sighed, "It's definitely made of vinegar."

"Hateful!" Xiao Qian'er retracted her hand, hit his shoulder, then turned and left.

Zhao Rong leaned forward and hugged her from behind. He buried his head in the slender neck of the beauty in his arms, and whispered softly amidst the fragrance and black hair:

"Why are you unhappy again?"

“I’m not unhappy.”

"Well, you are Rong'er's happy pill, I don't know whether you are happy or not?"

"Hmm."

Zhao Rong thought about it, bit the little ear that was so close to him, and imitated her, "Hmm."

"Hate it, it's itchy, stop biting." Xiao Qian'er blushed and spoke in a low voice.

"Hurry up and tell me." Zhao Rong tortured him to extract a confession.

Xiao Qian'er was quiet for a while, and whispered, "I don't like seeing you defile yourself and play the bad guy. My sweetheart is viewed like this by others... I want to use the swing to scratch their eyes, and use my magic to cut off all the prejudices against you..."

Zhao Rong was also quiet for a while. He suddenly let go, turned around, walked to the window at the stairwell, and raised his hand to shut out the night and the evening breeze.

The little girl has a physique that is prone to sweating due to excessive moisture. Just now, he rubbed some sweat on her neck, and the autumn evening breeze blew it away...

Although Zhao Rong knew that Xiao Qian'er had the physique of a Haoran realm sword cultivator and was not afraid at all, he just didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or sad.

Zhao Qian'er looked back in surprise, and saw Rong'er closing the window under the moonlight. Her heart warmed, and she couldn't help but go forward. She just wanted to hug him, forever.

As soon as Zhao Rong turned around, he was hugged tightly by the little girl. He raised his hand and touched her head, feeling some extremely hot love and dependence.

He pursed his lips and suddenly said:

"Don't you like Su Qingdai?"

Xiao Qianer nodded.

"Why."

"No reason, I just don't like her."

Listening to the little girl's angry words and being held tightly by her, Zhao Rong's hands were not idle.

He found that Xiao Qian'er was indeed petite, but very comfortable to hold, like a delicate and petite doll, with thin arms and legs, and she was slender and seemed like she could be manipulated at will, which made the man feel a strong desire to protect her.

Make people love her.

Zhao Rong was no exception, or rather, he loved her very much since she was a child, except for those few years when she was a nerd.

At this moment, he rested his chin on Xiao Qian'er's shoulders, gently caressing her slender back and waist, and squinted his eyes and said:

"Is it because she looks like Qingjun?"

Zhao Qian'er stopped talking.

She doesn't like Su Qingdai.

It was like this from the first sight, if not because I encountered Su Qingdai's domineering group on the Xinghe Ancient Road and was pulled by Brother Rong Er to make way.

Rather, her temperament is too much like that of a young lady.

In other words, in the eyes of many men, Su Qingdai and their own mistress are the same type of goddesses.

She is a favored daughter of heaven, a stunning fairy, but she is rude to men.

Like an ice lotus, it can be admired from a distance but not played with.

They are all unattainable iceberg fairies.

Of course, this is from the perspective of some men looking up, and the two seem to be the same.

After all, if you stand at the foot of a mountain and look at the world's highest mountain, there is almost no difference between it and the world's tenth highest mountain.

But in Xiao Qian'er's eyes, the young lady and Su Qingdai are certainly different.

My young lady is the best among the younger generation in Taiqing Prefecture and even in Wangque Continent, and she is also a female swordsman.

And Su Qingdai was just an ice fairy on this remote mountain. Although she was very far away, she was only famous in a few countries around her.

It can be seen from his cultivation and age.

The human race's Taoist and sword practitioners climb mountains. The first five realms are Dengtian, Fuyao, Haoran, Tianzhi, and Jindan.

Su Qingdai is in her twenties and is practicing Taoism. Just tonight, with the help of a few words written by Brother Rong'er, she got a great opportunity and directly crossed a realm and entered Tianzhi.

And my young lady, who is seventeen this year, is a swordsman at the peak of Haoran Realm. If not for some reasons, she would have already achieved Tianzhi.

But even though she is at the peak of Haoran Realm, with a pure sword heart and a top-grade flying sword, she is still not comparable to the Taoist practitioners in Tianzhi Realm who are not from great immortal families.

What is a Tianjiao? Not only is he invincible in his own realm, but he can also kill people across borders...

In short, Su Qingdai is more like Zhao Lingfei of Ziqi Pavilion before she came to Taiqing Mansion.

Apart from this, the young lady is perfect in every other aspect in Xiao Qian'er's heart and is the bright moon in her heart.

The young lady is not pretending, she is just quiet and cold, she really has nothing to say to others and her mind is clear.

Simple.

Her pride is a pride that comes from the bottom of her heart. It is not a deliberate pride that belittles others, but a pride that comes from believing that she can become better, constantly improving herself, always moving forward, and not being contaminated by the secular world and ordinary people.

Therefore, in Taiqing Mansion, the young lady does not compare herself with others, but everyone compares herself with her.

For example, Ji Qianyi, Liu Kongyi, and many other geniuses from the four prefectures.

The young lady does not compare her sweetheart with other women. She just likes Brother Rong'er. It has been like this since she was a child. Brother Rong'er is her favorite.

No matter what others say, how they look at you, or how they compare with you.

For those people who like to compare with others, the results they get are not what the lady wants.

In the words of the young lady, if lovers have to be compared to each other to find the best one, then the best man in the world should be paired with the best woman, the second best man should be paired with the second best woman, and so on. What is the point of love in this world?

Therefore, Xiao Qian'er and the young lady never cared about what the other disciples in Taiqing Mansion thought of Brother Rong'er, or how they compared him with other male geniuses in the mansion. Well, okay, the young lady was like that, but Xiao Qian'er couldn't help but listen. If she heard someone say something bad about Brother Rong'er, she would beat them up...

If Zhao Rong knew what Zhao Qian'er was thinking at this moment, he would definitely smile.

Because it was the same as last time at the Nuanxi Yaji in Taiqing Mansion. He wanted to be a teacher of one word, "shock" everyone, and give his wife face. But He Qingjun complained to him a little, telling him not to compare himself with others. They were just a couple living their own life, so why should they care about what others thought? They were not living their lives for others.

Zhao Rong was very helpless at that time. My wife, you are so pure and pure, and you look so ethereal, how can I, your son-in-law, be so stubborn?

Well, if you hadn't secretly told me and asked me to kiss you, your husband would have thought you were really the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady who came down from the Moon Palace and didn't care about worldly things...

So Zhao Rong felt that being the husband of such a fairy-like Qingjun, life without being able to twist his mouth was really boring and tedious...

Zhao Qian'er did not reply, but lowered her eyes and said:

"When I first met her, she looked so arrogant and cold, as if she looked down on everyone. But just now in Zuixianlou, she was so rude to sit on your lap, and so shameless... smearing her saliva everywhere, pretending to be arrogant, and seducing men like a foxy woman.

"Let's go back to the room later. What will this Fairy Su do next? Brother Rong'er, could it be that she will really kneel down and call you master as we joked before? Ha, fairies nowadays really know how to play."

Zhao Rong touched his chin and said, "Hiss, now that you mention it, I am actually looking forward to it."

Xiao Qian'er, who was puffing her lips, suddenly became anxious, "Brother Rong'er, you men can't really like this kind of woman, right? She despises herself and has no sense of self-discipline at all!"

Zhao Rong pretended to frown and thought for a moment, then teased the jealous little guy seriously:

"Well, you can't say that. Think about it, when we first met at the Xinghe Ancient Road, Fairy Su didn't know me. Maybe she was rushing to Zuixianlou to find her Mr. Right. Uh, how could she have thought that this ordinary passerby, cough cough, this young master, is her Mr. Right.

“It’s really a joke.

"So it was normal for Fairy Su to feel a little offended at the time. Well, later on, she recognized me. After all, I was the prince charming who had the aura of a saint and was the benefactor of her life. Fairy Su was like seeing an idol she worshipped, and she must have put down her airs.

"You can't say she's disrespectful. After all, your brother Rong'er is so handsome and talented. How can a woman resist him? So it's inevitable that she's a little silly. Ahem, she even didn't let go of my fingers. It's understandable, it's understandable.

"We don't have to be prejudiced against her. I'll test her when we get back."

Xiao Qian'er's eyes had widened. She stood on tiptoe in panic, pinched Zhao Rong's face with her two little hands, and pressed down the corners of his upturned mouth.

Zhao Rong suddenly became embarrassed.

"You are not allowed to look up, you are not allowed to laugh, and you are not allowed to test her depth. Brother Rong'er, you...you, you can't think like that!" The little girl spoke in a fierce and domineering tone.

"Why?"

"There's no reason, just... just don't think like that. And ignore her in the future." Can a bottle of oil be hung on Xiao Qian'er's pouting lips?

"Uh, there's no reason. I refuse."

"Oh, no, you have to listen to Qian'er about this. Qian'er won't harm you. How could she harm you? I want to tear my heart open for you to see, you unfaithful man, why can't you listen to Qian'er..." Little Qian'er tried her best to keep a straight face and spoke stubbornly, but she was actually about to cry in her heart.

In fact, she was very afraid that what some books described as men falling in love with other women would happen to Rong Erge.

Su Qingdai is like his own young lady, and Rong Erge is very likely to like women with the same temperament as his young lady - cold and beautiful, treating other men coldly and harshly, but special to him, as if he were a soft thread around her fingers, gentle and accommodating.

Xiao Qianer feels that many men fall for this.

So she was afraid that Brother Rong'er would shift his feelings.

A new woman can bring him a different sense of freshness, but Rong'er and he and the young lady have been together since childhood and are inseparable. Although they have a deep relationship, they are an old couple and have long been accustomed to each other.

Although the everlasting love is still there, it no longer exists in a burning form. Instead, it has turned into a more solid spring rain that nourishes each other's hearts silently.

But how many men can keep their true heart, suppress their restless desires, and not touch things that can bring novelty.

Besides, Su Qingdai is different from her own lady.

The young lady, she and Brother Rong'er were going to live a good life, after all, they were in a position of loving and respecting each other.

Su Qingdai threw herself into his arms and sucked his fingers actively. It was not known whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but she was in a weak position where the weak depended on the strong.

Su Qingdai looks at Rong Erge from a bottom-up perspective of admiration and worship, and gets along with him.

And Brother Rong'er must have been able to feel it during the short time they spent together.

Although the young lady and she often look at Brother Rong'er with such admiration from the bottom of their hearts, they are considerate and give him the sense of pride as a husband and never let him feel disappointed.

But nothing can compare to the sense of control, conquest, pride and confidence that Su Qingdai's natural weakness can bring to Brother Rong'er.

This is also the reason why many men in the book change their hearts.

Xiao Qian'er is naturally sensitive and feels that Su Qingdai in the present moment might be a poison.

So I'm still scared.

This time when she went down the mountain, she had to protect Brother Rong'er at the same time, but she had to keep him for the young lady and herself.

At this moment, looking at the calm Zhao Rong, Zhao Qian'er took a deep breath, her eyes were firm, and her pink lips moved.

"Is it because she looks like Qingjun?" Zhao Rong suddenly asked again.

The little girl looked at him for a while and turned away.

"Hmm." A light nasal sound.

The young scholar nodded, "That's right, I think so too. Then we should test her depth."

In the dimly lit stairwell, his expression was a little hard for Xiao Qian'er to see clearly.

Zhao Rong said calmly:

"Li Mingyi, or the people behind him, specifically selected a woman who looked like Qingjun and gave her to me. They are...

"Knock on the mountain to scare the tiger."

Zhao Qian'er was stunned.