This meal is inedible.

Xue Can and others looked at the young Confucian scholar in front of them, with only this thought in their minds at this time.

Their eyes looked a bit incredulous, wondering if they had heard wrongly.

What? You told us not to give gifts in the first two things, but you said you would treat me to this meal, and everyone should go their own way. You can do business later and don't go through the back door.

As a result, in the end, you still want to keep the two top beauties we sent as your own?

So what you're saying is... I have official business, but I couldn't bear to part with these two beauties, so I reluctantly accepted them. But later on, we'll still have our own affairs, and I advise you not to be disrespectful.

Xue Can and others looked at Zhao Rong speechlessly.

However, before everyone in the venue had time to fully digest Zhao Rong's unreasonable "declaration of free prostitution," the young Confucian scholar who was the focus of everyone's attention spoke again with a sudden look on his face.

"Oh, by the way, I'm sorry, I'm not talking to you. They came here on their own initiative. It has nothing to do with you. Am I right?"

Zhao Rong smiled apologetically at Mu Jin and Li Mingyi, who looked at him and nodded.

Zhao Rong nodded with the same satisfaction, "So, I should tell the two fairies."

He turned his head towards Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu, and said in a serious tone: "Xianzi Su, Fairy Luo."

The young Confucian scholar paused and smiled confidently: "I will support you."

When the two women heard this, their expressions were different.

Luo Xiu raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Rong, his pupils narrowed slightly and he didn't reply.

Su Qingdai frowned slightly, put down her wine glass, and was about to stand up and say something.

"Snapped!"

There was another clear and full crisp sound, and everyone in the hall on the first floor could feel the intensity of the plump part trembling just by hearing the sound.

My heart trembled.

Good guy, you are showing no mercy, your palms touch the flesh... Many people looked at Zhao Rong with wide eyes, and he slapped her in the 'situ' with another palm, and now he was looking at Su Qingdai with a smile.

"Disobedient again? Pour the wine."

Su Qingdai's face was flushed with embarrassment, her movements froze in place, and she continued to stand up with her waist bent and her butt slightly raised.

And being spanked by this Mr. Right in front of everyone...

Su Qingdai's two red lips, painted with blood red rouge, opened and closed, and there were some crystal tears in the corners of her almond-shaped eyes, reflecting the red candlelight in the hall.

She looked at Zhao Rong sadly and angrily, and finally, between her red and white lips and teeth, she squeezed out a sentence with shame and anger:

"You, you...you, Zhao Ziyu, you bastard, are you going to raise me like this from now on? I...I don't like you anymore!"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows like a sword, oh, has it bottomed out?

But at this time, I have to transform into a cool and domineering young man... He secretly thought.

Zhao Rong looked calm and said slowly:

"Go back and get a small notebook to write down. The first rule of my old Zhao family is that if a girl doesn't behave, she will be beaten..."

He didn't say the last two words, but he glanced at a tortured part of the beautiful iceberg fairy in black dress in front of him.

Everyone immediately understood, good guy, this rule sounds like a well-known and well-known family.

Just a little girl with a big mouth tilted her head and tapped her lips with her index finger. Well, our family still needs this rule? Why didn't I know?

Of course it is impossible for Zhao Rong to tell everyone, especially Xiao Qian'er, that this is the first time that this rule has been implemented. In the past, it was just lip service. After all, the current Zhao family, including him, is Qingjun, Xiao Xiao, Qian'er, and four others.

, Zhao Rong would feel hurt if he spanked anyone, and he would not be willing to spank him.

However, rules are gradually established, especially from scratch to something. Today's two slaps were very loud and comfortable, which can be regarded as a 'good start' for this Fairy Su.

Zhao Rong felt it was very commemorative.

His face remained as usual and his tone was domineering: "Don't cry."

Su Qingdai, who was caught and bullied to death by Zhao Rong, turned away from her pretty face, sideways eyes, and glared at him, "I won't!"

On her beautiful face, her eyebrows stood upright, her eyes were filled with tears, but she pouted unyieldingly, and a few strands of hair on her forehead fell down, adding some pitiable stubbornness to her face.

Yo, it's a bit strong...that would make it more interesting.

Zhao Rong suddenly became more energetic, but still maintained an incomprehensible chuckle on his face, and suddenly raised his hand.

Su Qingdai wanted to take a step back.

"Don't move." Zhao Rong's sword eyes narrowed.

Su Qingdai, who has a natural and cold temperament like an iceberg beauty, trembled her eyelashes and her delicate body subconsciously froze.

Zhao Rong's palm held her right cheek, but he did not caress her or comfort her or wipe her tears.

He stretched out an index finger and pressed it on the right corner of Su Qingdai's flaming red lips amid everyone's doubtful and curious eyes.

Then she applied it from right to left, crossing her pink, tender and shiny red lips.

Get involved.

The pad of Zhao Rong's index finger was covered with bright and charming red rouge with an unknown taste.

In Su Qingdai's tearful eyes.

Under everyone's puzzled gaze.

Zhao Rong lightly grabbed Su Qingdai's jade hand, took it and unfolded the wide sleeve of her black dress on her left hand. With his rouge-stained index finger, he wrote the words "

Rows of wet words filled with the smell of rouge.

This is a piece of elegant cursive script that people can't help but admire. It's so beautiful, strong and handsome.

However, compared with the beautiful calligraphy of this hand that made the girls on the scene feel that the person was beyond recognition, what made it even more difficult for them to take their eyes away was the song that someone's rouge-stained index finger gradually 'drawn'...

word?

What is he writing?

Su Qingdai thought that Zhao Rong was going to use the rouge on her lips to do something to belittle her again. However, what Su Qingdai didn't expect was that he suddenly became serious.

Well, when he used the index finger that had stolen her rouge to write on the sleeve of her skirt, all the expressions on her thin face suddenly disappeared, and his temperament also completely changed. Just like the instinct he had cultivated for many years, once he lowered his head to write, he

I threw myself into it wholeheartedly.

The whole person became completely quiet.

There was a brief silence among colleagues.

Su Qingdai bit her lip and looked at the side face of this young Confucian scholar who was extremely focused while writing. He had a straight nose and stared down at her sleeves without squinting. There was no trace of the frivolous temperament and aggressive look just now.

Most of the women on the court, including Su Qingdai, were delicate and sensitive. This sudden contrast in front of them made them a little dazed for a moment, and they couldn't help but take a closer look at Zhao Rong.

Su Qingdai lowered her head slightly, her expression slightly stunned, "You...what are you doing?"

"Qingyu... case?"

Wearing a black dress, she immediately stared. Like everyone else who came forward to watch, all their eyes were attracted by the rows of sentences taking shape on her sleeves.

Su Qingdai subconsciously whispered: "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night. It also blows down... stars... stars like rain... BMW carvings and cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns the light... all night

, Fish and Dragon Dance.”

She paused and her voice gradually became lower: "The moth snows in the willow's golden strands. The laughter fills the air with a secret fragrance."

Su Qingdai listened carefully because Zhao Rong stopped writing here.

Gu Yiwu frowned slightly, "Is Ziyu composing lyrics? Is there any more in the lower palace?"

He said this in his mouth, but when he looked at the poem, he already shook his head. The other students also did the same, with a somewhat puzzled look on their faces, because there was really nothing about most of the poem at the moment that made Gu Yiwu

Waiting for someone to have a bright spot.

It's just describing the lively scene of a prosperous festival.

Among the people who were watching closely, Xian Yue Li Nu, who understood poetry, relaxed her brows, shook her head, and said unceremoniously:

"A night of fish and dragon dance? The wording is quite beautiful, thousands of flowers, trees, star rain... fireworks, rich imagination, but in addition to exaggerating a lively grand occasion, is there anything else? What on earth are you writing? Randomly

Smear it randomly on the sleeves of women’s skirts.”

Frightened by the 'obscene' power of a certain young Confucian scholar, although her voice was very low, it slipped into the ears of almost everyone present.

Xue Can and Hibiscus looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. This farce tonight... Why doesn't this Mr. Zhao stop?

Su Qingdai glanced at Zhao Rong's focused and quiet profile again. His left hand was still holding her sleeve, but his right hand for writing had stopped and he was reaching into a wine glass to wash his fingers.

Su Qingdai sighed softly and twitched her hand slightly, but did not pull away. She pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Zhao, have you done enough painting? I am really tired tonight..."

Just the next second, his voice came again.

"Borrow some more."

After saying that, without waiting for her reaction, Zhao Rong raised his hand, and with his index finger stained with wine, he 'stole' some rouge and continued to lower his head calmly.

besides?

The eyes of everyone on the scene were helpless, and Su Qingdai could only react. She just felt the taste of wine on her lips blooming on her taste buds.
To be continued...