"Xiao Junjue!" Rong Zhao kicked open the door of Qianqingtang and shouted, quite like a Hedong lion's roar.

"Why are you here?" Seeing her angry appearance, Xiao Junjue still thought about where she offended her.

Rong Zhao didn't answer him, he broke in with a calm face, walked around the room three times, looked left and right, and finally saw the sword on the wall.

She pulled her sword out of its scabbard, and the shiny blade flashed through the wall, and she flicked the blade with a crisp sword sound.

Nighthawk didn't know what she was going to do, so she gathered in front of Xiao Junjue, but Rong Zhao just glanced at them with disdain, took the sword and went to the back hall.

Xiao Junjue was stunned for a moment, but it wasn't because of Rong Zhao's actions, his focus was on the sword, and Rong Zhao could pull out the sword.

He occasionally got a pair of swords, two swords and called the cadre Mo evil sword, the cadre will be the male sword, the Mo evil is the female sword, according to legend, the hair is blowing, sharpening iron like mud, is the best good sword. It's just that he can only open the Cadre Sword, but he can't open the Mo Evil Sword. And I found a lot of people, both men and women, but this is the case.

But today it was easily opened by Rong Zhao.

I don't know what Rong Zhao is going to do with the sword, so a few people followed her to the back hall, and saw her holding a sword and slashing at the bed.

When the bed was completely destroyed by her, she thrust her sword into the wood, and sat down in her chair and gasped.

It's also hard work.

Xiao Junjue didn't understand why she lost her temper at the bed, and asked them to go out to Nighthawk and Nightowl, and let her out along with Qiushui Lonely Bird.

The night owl was a little uneasy, and was finally dragged out by the nighthawk.

"What are you doing here?" Xiao Junjue asked flatly, not angry or annoyed.

Rong Zhao glared at him, "You're embarrassed to ask me!"

Xiao Junjue didn't understand it even more, he hadn't provoked her in the past few days. To be honest, I haven't seen her for the past few days, so how can I provoke her.

Seeing Xiao Junjue pretending to be stupid, Rong Zhao was angry, she slapped Xiao Junjue, "You have no conscience, you are still pretending to be stupid here." ”

"I really don't know. Xiao Junjue was next to each other, a serious way.

Do you know that kind of people are as indifferent as a cup of cold white, but you are the taste of the kettle that keeps raising the salary on the fire? Rong Zhao is like this at this time.

"Are you really stupid or fake stupid, Concubine Wen Guifei suggested that the emperor's uncle give you a few side concubines, and you will soon have a few more concubines to serve you. I wasn't favored in the first place, they came in, how could I have my share!" Rong Zhao was like thunder, "Let me tell you, even if I can't sleep on this bed, I won't sleep on anyone else." As long as I'm here, you don't want to marry another woman!"

Xiao Junjue really didn't know about this, but he knew that what Concubine Wen proposed was probably not good. He was very indifferent, "He was angry about this and ruined my bed." ”

Rong Zhao's expression was very natural.

Xiao Junjue said: "I didn't say to marry. ”

Rong Zhaocai didn't believe it, and leaned at him and said, "Don't be a fool to send it to the door, are you stupid?"

"I'm not stupid, that's why I don't. Xiao Junjue's gaze* was attracted by the sword on the Huanghuali wood, and it was really a good sword, like a blooming light, clear and sharp.

Rong Zhao's anger was like falling from the clouds, "You really don't want to?"

Xiao Junjue's gaze turned back to her, "Didn't you just say that as long as you are here, I don't want to marry another woman?"

"Then you mean that without me, you will marry another woman, don't you?" Rong Zhao's anger rose and fell again.

Xiao Junjue was really helpless, knowing that if he said yes, Rong Zhao's posture would definitely not be over with him, so he said: "No, you won't marry if you're not there." ”

Rong Zhao's anger disappeared in an instant, and he turned his back on Xiao Junjue and secretly pursed his lips and smiled.

Xiao Junjue glanced at the broken bed, "You don't care about your temper, you get angry without asking anything, where do you let me sleep at night." ”

Rong Zhaoqing's eyes slanted, with a little shyness, "It's a big deal, I'll give you half of my bed." ”

Rong Zhao looked at the bed that was cut by her, and secretly said in his heart, he knew that it had this effect, and he would have cut it down a long time ago.

A spirit, she can't wait to slap herself, Rong Zhao, Rong Zhao, are you stupid, you want to lure the wolf into the room. Divide the bed in half with others, you really don't have any reserve at all.

She is like this, regret and joy, the two mentalities are intertwined, which makes her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys messed up, and she doesn't know what she wants to do.

But in the end, it seems that there is still a faint increase in that joy.

Nighthawk found that the prince's words had become more, and the expression on his face was no longer the same, but these were all when facing the princess. For example, the prince asked people to carry the broken bed out, with only helplessness on his face, but no anger. And with his fiery eyes, it can be seen that there is a hint of imperceptible smile in the prince's helplessness.

That smile is clearly spoiled.

But princess, if you want the prince to go to sleep with you, you should say it earlier, why do you need to do it yourself, your subordinates have already smashed the prince's bed.

He was the second person to notice that the Mo Evil Sword had been allocated by the princess, and the cadre Mo Xie was the sword of love, and only the true owner could open them.

The cadre was opened by the prince, and now Mo Xie has been opened by the princess, isn't this a pair of destined fate.

It seems that he still has to work harder to match them, so that he is not far from his wish to let the princess give birth to a child for the prince.

Although Concubine Wen had such a proposal, Emperor Xiaojing still did not do so. Originally, the relationship between Xiao Junjue and Rong Zhao was not good, and if a few more women were involved, it would be better.

In other words, he also broke his heart for these two people.

On this day, Rong Zhao went to find Xiao Junjue, at that time Xiao Junjue was happy to be idle, and was painting, which was a picture of lotus leaves infinitely green, reflecting the lotus flowers with a different red water hibiscus painting.

Rong Zhao really didn't know that he still had this kind of painting, the lines of flowers and leaves were fine but not rigid, and the colors were gorgeous but not thick. Brilliant and lifelike. The concept is unique and ingenious, and the image is particularly prominent and distinct with in-depth depiction of parts. In the size, there is only a flower and a half leaf, and a water plant is hastily interspersed in between. The smudging is exquisite, and the leaf veins and even the fibers of the lotus are also drawn out with a fine brush. The whole picture seems to be relaxed, tranquil and elegant, and it is a high-quality product.

"My father is born tomorrow, you go back with me. "Rong Zhaolai is here to say this. In fact, she could have waited for Xiao Junjue to go to her at night, but she just wanted to see him now.

Xiao Junjue paused and looked at her, "Why did you tell me that I haven't prepared a gift yet." "The last time he left halfway, it must have made Marquis Rong dissatisfied, if he left empty-handed again this time, wouldn't he blame him even more.

Rong Zhao didn't think so, "Gifts, oops, there are a lot of treasures in your warehouse, just pick one at will." She held the financial power of the Chu Palace, and of course the treasury had already counted it.

To say that Xiao Junjue has a lot of treasures, it is much beyond her expectations, she still thinks that he is poor.

"It was all rewarded by my father, and then I gave it to my father-in-law, which is really insincere. Xiao Junjue looked at the sky outside, and asked the nighthawk to prepare the horse, it was not dark yet, and it was still too late to buy it at this time.

Rong Zhao looked at his words, and he had an idea, and waved away the nighthawk, "Slow, you go down, it's none of your business." ”

Now at Nighthawk's, Rong Zhao speaks better than Xiao Junjue.

"Don't prepare, I'll figure it out for you. Looking at Xiao Junjue's puzzled gaze, Rong Zhao pointed to the painting, "Sometimes you don't need to buy your mind, and it's more sincere to do it yourself." My dad is a master of painting, he likes to paint the most, and if you paint so well, he must like it. ”

Xiao Junjue didn't know anything about Marquis Rong's preferences, but Rong Zhao was right, so he asked, "Then what should I paint?" What kind of paintings does your father like?"

Rong Zhao spread his hands, spun around in place, and said narcissistically: "My father likes me the most, you paint me, and after you paint me, I will let him put it in the study, and let him look at me every day." Besides, there is nothing more beautiful in this world than me. ”

She was skeptical, "Can your painter fully show my beauty? Don't make me ugly." ”

Xiao Junjue looked her up and down, undeniable, and a little helpless, hey, his princess was so confident at all times.

The process of Xiao Junjue painting her was also very difficult, she was going to stand and paint, but she stood for a long time and felt tired again, so she sat down to paint again, and sat down for a while, she said she was hungry for a while, and she was thirsty for a while.

The lonely bird waited beside her, feeding her pastries and fruits, and feeding her tea, and after a painting, she ate two plates of pastries and a plate of fruits, plus a pot of tea.

And by the end of the day, she was lying down.

When Xiao Junjue finished painting, she still shouted that she was too tired, and she knew that she should let him paint when she was sleeping.

Xiao Junjue's painting is really good, she is almost exactly the same as her, and even the proud essence in her eyes jumps on the page.

"It's still not as beautiful as me, but it's also a top grade, after all, no one in this world can draw Miss Ben's demeanor. Rong Zhao carefully held it in his hand and looked at it, and his heart was happy. She blew the ink stains on it that had not dried, and returned it to Xiao Junjue, "When it is dry, frame it and give it to my father tomorrow." ”

Xiao Junjue still felt that it was inappropriate, "I'm afraid that your father will think that my mind is not enough for this painting alone." ”

In the past, he had always done his own thing and never cared about others, and at this time, he didn't even find that he even cared about Rong Zhao's family.

"This one is enough, I promise, he'll like it, and the most. Rong Zhao still has this confidence.

It took a few hours to paint such a picture, and when it was just in time for dinner after the painting, Rong Zhao naturally stayed to eat, she had always had a desire to eat, and she frowned in Xiao Junjue's eyes.

"You ate so many pastries and fruits in the afternoon, and now you eat so much, is your stomach enough?" Now Xiao Junjue even cares about how much she eats.

Rong Zhao didn't care, and ate a piece of braised pork in his mouth, "My appetite is very good, and that little thing is only enough for me to stuff my teeth." ”

Xiao Junjue's eyes turned around her waist, and she said indifferently, "I see that your waist has thickened a lot recently." ”

As soon as a mouthful of meat entered his mouth, Rong Zhao stopped, looked down at his waist, was she really too fat?