He quenched the poison in a butterfly hairpin and hid it among the black hair, and then came to Zhao Rong in the middle of the night to ask for some poetry and comb it for her.

Well, I'm definitely not doing this for fun.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and analyzed it intelligently.

After he asked that question with a smile, the room fell into dead silence again.

Luo Xiu, who looked down and couldn't see her expression, had a waterfall of black hair picked up by the night breeze outside the window and fluttered in the wind.

Zhao Rong stood up, rolled up his sleeves, gently pushed Qian'er away, and walked forward.

With his slender white fingers, he lifted the oval face of the stunning girl wearing a red bellyband and looked directly into her eyes.

After her white forehead was raised, it was closer to the tip of the sword above her head, as if it would be pierced by the sharp light in the next second.

Zhao Qian'er did not look at Luo Xiu at this time, but kept staring at Su Qingdai, who couldn't help but look at her with innocent eyes.

At this time, Luo Xiu lowered her eyes and did not look at Zhao Rong. There was a strand of black hair on the corner of her right lip.

Zhao Rong wiped away the strands of hair with his thumb, narrowed his eyes and said, "Or maybe you want to kill me?"

The flat Adam's apple at Luo Xiu's thin neck bulged slightly, as if he had swallowed his saliva, and spoke calmly:

"This poison-quenched hairpin is not used to kill others. No one has instructed me."

"Well, I believe you."

"Why?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, "Trust between people."

Luo Xiu looked at him and nodded calmly.

But at this time, Zhao Rong added another sentence, "I believe there can't be such a stupid assassin or such a stupid enemy. If there really is, then it means that the assassin is not the enemy."

Luo Xiu frowned, "Are you scolding me?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "No. Such assassins are stupid, but you are not an assassin, so you are not stupid."

Luo Xiu frowned and said nothing.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Butterfly Chaizi, "So, it's a misunderstanding?"

The stunning girl in the red bellyband, with lips as red as the bellyband, said softly: "It's not a misunderstanding, it is indeed used to kill people, and it will soon be stained with blood."

"Whose blood?"

Luo Xiu was quiet for a while.

"I."

"Why die?"

"There's no reason. I'm here tonight to ask you to comb your hair. It's been delayed for a long time. Don't waste any more time. Tonight I'm yours. I'm pure white Hangong with a bloodline purity of about half. I've been a virgin for eighteen years.

Please don't be polite, sir, please take supplements as you like."

Luo Xiu did not look at Zhao Rong, but looked straight ahead with slightly out-of-focus eyes, as if saying another insignificant thing.

Zhao Rong smiled, "Do you have someone you like outside?"

"No." This stunning girl with a bright smile on the stage of Zuixian Tower not long ago was like a firework that easily gets cold. Her brilliance and enthusiasm were gone, and her tone was calm: "Why do you have so many problems, Master? Don't waste time, hug me.

I'll go to bed and let's have sex quickly, whether it's with this Fairy Su, or with Fairy Zhao, a powerful swordsman, a dragon and three phoenixes, I can do it."

It's the first time for one dragon to fight three phoenixes. Isn't it a little bad? Well, Qian'er will definitely kick you all out of bed... Zhao Rong smiled sheepishly, and then slowly shook his head:

"If we don't go to bed, we've already talked about chatting together for a long time. Why do you all want to trick me into going to bed? What's the fun of chatting when we go to bed? Well, you are quite interesting... Before, in Zuixian Tower, you were quite proactive in serving others.

of."

"Young master, do you like it? Now cicada... Xiu'er is also fine, whatever you want is fine."

Zhao Rong said frankly: "I liked it at the time, but I don't like it now. It's so duplicitous and so clingy that it's boring."

"Both body and mind, the young master is so domineering." The stunning girl still spoke calmly.

Zhao Rong was not angry even after being scolded and said with interest:

"You must be a divorced woman. I've heard some teachings and stuff. Since you value your virginity so much and have such a strong temper, why do you still despise yourself and listen to their words to serve me? There are many ways to die.

The method can be to die early, wait until it is given to me, is it possible..."

The young Confucian scholar raised his hands and shook off his sleeves, opened his hands, looked at his body, and smiled, "...are you coveting my beauty, and want to experience what it's like to be a beautiful man before you die?"

Su Qingdai: "…………"

Zhao Qian'er: "......"

Even Xiao Qian'er, the second wife of the old Zhao family, couldn't help but blush.

Luo Xiu's chin suddenly lifted, and his starry eyes stared at Zhao Rong.

There was a drop of blood overflowing between her eyebrows, and along the stubborn arc between her eyebrows, a red blood mark was drawn, dividing her eyebrows that Zhao Rong exaggerated as a "sexual star and moon".

This stunning girl with a red bellyband and red trousers was not afraid of the sharp sword light. She leaned forward and almost wanted to pounce on this extremely obscene Confucian scholar. She seemed to have suffered a great shame and humiliation.

Zhao Rong smiled and looked at her.

After a while, Luo Xiu took a deep breath, and her face returned to a dead-water calm. Without saying anything, she reached out and untied her bellyband.

Zhao Rong raised his hand and pressed the back of her hand. Well, his big hand covered her and his small hand accidentally pressed on her breasts. He looked serious and said in a serious tone: "Please respect yourself."

Someone looked into her eyes with great sincerity, without even looking at the wiping hand.

"I'm really not that kind of person." Zhao Rong had thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Luo Xiu didn't hide, she took another deep breath, as if suppressing something.

At this time, Zhao Rong smiled and said: "Is there something in their hands?"

"No."

Luo Xiu immediately and categorically denied it.

The jade hand held down by Zhao Rong tightly grasped the soft red bellyband fabric on his chest.

She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and stared at the shadow on the ground: "Repay the favor."

Zhao Rong felt a little strange and wanted to know what kind of kindness it was that allowed this divorced daughter to repay in this way.

But... I didn’t ask that.

Zhao Rong tilted his head slightly, looked at her for a while, and suddenly said: "What kind of man do you like?"

Luo Xiu calmed down again: "I like such a personable scholar as the young master."

Zhao Rong smiled, "You don't mean what you mean. You don't like a man like me, well, at least you don't like me as I am now."

Luo Xiu stopped talking.

Zhao Rong's face was filled with a smile, and he said leisurely: "You are my son who came back from prostitution for nothing, and now you are my son. Whether you die or not is up to me."

He paused for a moment, turned his head to look at Zhao Qian'er, and then said in a tone that did not allow for negotiation:

"No death allowed."

The next second, the lightly twisted green butterfly hairpin in Xiao Qian'er's hand turned into powder, silently, like a sandcastle on the beach, silently melting as the sea breeze blew by.

Then, the strange sharp sword hanging above Luo Xiu's head disappeared in an instant.

Luo Xiu, who was told by someone that he was not allowed to die, suddenly turned pale as paper, and his body was as shaky as the window swaying in the evening breeze.

He no longer has the power to die, he is just a plaything that can be played with at will. So, after all, he is a person on the ship?

Su Qingdai watched silently, but Xiao Qian'er looked sideways at her face.

At this time, Zhao Rong seemed to be very satisfied and nodded, rubbed his hands eagerly, and said in an excited tone:

"Am I allowed to do anything to you?"

Luo Xiu nodded with a dull look on her face, and loosened her grip on the fabric of her chest and bellyband.

Without saying anything, Zhao Rong reached forward with his big hand and rubbed it hard.

Luo Xiu, who had a pale face, raised his head slightly and closed his eyes.

"see a visitor out."

Zhao Rong suddenly stopped his hand, turned around, turned his back to her, clapped his hands gently, and spoke directly to Zhao Qian'er.

The three women in the room were stunned.

Luo Xiu opened her eyes suddenly and stared at him.

I saw this faceless young Confucian scholar who was taking advantage of her, with his back to her, waving his hands, and a slight curl of his lips came out:

"Your life belongs to me, and you are not allowed to die, so you should work hard for the rest of your life and live well."

He paused for a moment and seemed to think for a moment, "Well, actually, I don't think there's anything good to do in that music studio. If I can send you out once, I can only send you out a second time. The world outside is actually very big.

You hurry up and leave Dali now and take the opportunity to get rid of them."

Zhao Rong felt relieved and returned to sage mode. Finally, he said with some worry: "Be smart, don't let them find you again and take him back."
To be continued...