Zhao Qian'er surprisingly didn't annoy him anymore, but stupidly took another sip of fish soup, tilted her head, and looked at Brother Rong'er in front of her with a smile on her lovely peach blossom eyes.

I just feel the bowl in my hand is warm.

The soup in your mouth is warm.

Her heart feels warm under her breasts.

The sight of him was also warm.

At this time, Zhao Rong looked at the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table and coughed lightly.

"Qian'er, that...can I not write it?"

Zhao Qian'er raised the corners of her mouth and looked at him seriously, "No, Brother Rong'er, write quickly."

She suddenly paused for a moment, then lowered her eyes and whispered:

"Pure White Han Palace...don't you men just like this kind of beautiful and special fairies? Especially those who are highly sought after by everyone. You will feel more accomplished if you beat others and get them."

Zhao Rong looked around at the men writing furiously in the hall, looking a little sad.

Zhao Qian'er ignored him, took out a small purse, and frowned, "I thought I could just buy it with money and effort, but I didn't expect it to end up like this. It's troublesome."

She thought for a while and glanced at Zhao Rong again, "But it's just right. Brother Rong'er, you conquered her with your talent in poetry, which saved a lot of trouble in the future."

Zhao Rong opened his mouth to speak.

"Winning the beautiful woman in the spotlight and making the fairy fall in love. Well, what a great thing, Brother Rong'er, hurry up. Is it possible that the smelly girl Qian'er who doesn't know anything will help you to chase the woman?"

The little girl obviously took the initiative to rush Zhao Rong to write it, but she still couldn't help but add something in a sour tone.

Like a little vinegar jar with the lid lifted.

"You...if you write a better one, you must suppress them."

Zhao Rong frowned and interrupted directly: "I don't want to write."

He stared at the little girl whose eyebrows were raised and was about to get angry, and truthfully spoke what was in his heart.

"If you asked me to write before, I would definitely write it. I can write any kind of poem for you. But now that I haven't written the love poem I promised you, how can I write it for other women?"

Zhao Qian'er looked stunned and turned away, as if she didn't dare to look into Zhao Rong's eyes.

After being quiet for a while, she pursed her pink lips and said sadly as if she was talking to herself: "Rong... Brother Rong'er also knows how to write poems for Qian'er. I thought you forgot about it."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "I won't forget it. I've been asking for it for so long, but I just don't want your poem to be too general, or... just gorgeous and of high quality, without true feelings. So I can't write it."

Zhao Qianer's eyelashes trembled and her pink lips pursed.

The pale pink eyelids of her peach blossom eyes did not dare to be gently opened, fearing that the tears would flow down without thinking about her own life.

"I...I don't want you to write me such a good poem. Even if it's just "I love you", Qian'er thinks it's the most beautiful and touching poem in the whole family. I...I don't want you."

Such good writing, Brother Benrong'er, Brother Stinky Rong'er..."

Zhao Rong looked at this little girl whose pretty face could not hold back, and remained silent.

Zhao Qian'er wanted to see Zhao Rong, but she didn't dare to go, for fear that she would throw herself into his arms and cry, making others laugh.

Taking the initiative to ask Brother Rong'er to write poems for other women, how could she not have a trace of sadness in the deepest part of her heart, no matter how broad-minded she was?

Is it really as indifferent as it seems?

But after hearing Brother Rong'er's answer and the concerns that had always been on her mind, Zhao Qian'er felt that it was enough.

There was silence between the two of them for a while.

The movement between them did not attract too many people's attention, because at this time the three sticks of incense had been burned halfway, and everyone was in a moment of inspiration and concentration.

Even Gu Yiwu stood up unknowingly, pacing in the corridor of seats and thinking, holding a small broom he didn't know where he got it from... like a poor little daughter-in-law.

The burly man danced around subconsciously.

The painting style is weird.

Well, according to Zhao Rong's understanding of getting along with him these days, Brother Yiwu should be serious.

There are other Justice Hall students as well.

I guess I'm holding back some poetry.

At this moment, neither Zhao Rong nor Zhao Qianer paid the slightest attention to these external movements.

The only thing in their eyes in the whole world at this time is each other.

Zhao Rong exhaled softly, smiled and rubbed her little head.

"Okay, don't worry about this anymore, I almost cried again."

"I'm not crying." Zhao Qian'er sniffed.

"Okay, okay, Qian'er didn't cry, not at all."

After Zhao Rong said something with a smile, he looked at Zhao Qian'er, whose eyes were reddish, and his expression suddenly turned serious:

"Let's get back to business, Chunbai Hangong. I'll be with you all the time. If we don't need it, just in case, if we encounter danger, we will die together. What's the use of using that thing to save our lives? I'll live alone.

?And its conditions are also harsh."

"Besides, let's take her back and tell Qingjun what to do. So, I won't write a single poem or anything right now."

He sighed softly, "I really don't want to help her comb it."

Zhao Qian'er was quiet for a while, sniffing from time to time to adjust her mood and expression.

At this time, she seemed to have returned to her previous lively self. She snorted softly after hearing the words and glanced at Brother Rong'er, who she found extremely annoying.

"You don't have to worry about Miss. If you can take her back, I'll tell her... But, hum, it seems that you can make that Luo Xiu fall in love with just writing a poem. Well, you are so good at writing,

You just know how to brag in front of me."

Zhao Rong looked helpless, knowing that the little girl was using provocation.

He suddenly blinked and said, "You don't believe it?"

Zhao Qian'er raised her little head and said without even looking at him, "Believe it or not."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't believe it. I don't believe it either."

Zhao Qian'er: "???"
Chapter completed!