My Wife Is A Sword Immortal Chapter 413 - 413 296 She is little...2

Chapter 413: Chapter 296 She is little…_2 Chapter 413: Chapter 296 She is little…_2 Lingfei’s voice was faint, like the buzz of a mosquito.

Then, the blush on her pretty face gradually faded away, leaving only her lips bitten as tenderly red as cherries.

She paused for a mont and regained so of her previous cold deanor, like a pristine Qinglian, untouchable and stern.

However, at a certain mont, the cold Lingfei couldn’t help but lift her eyes and study her husband intently.

Was this an excuse or did he really an it… did he not like it?

Next to her, Zhao Qian’er saw this and eyed Zhao Rong with suspicion.

With her intuition and knowing her mistress well, she could be sure whether there was sothing fishy going on.

But whether it was a one-sided trickery by the mistress or a complicit trickery together with Rong’er…

Zhao Qian’er was sowhat uncertain for a mont.

Rong’er, did you really think the mistress accidentally mixed it in?

At this mont.

Zhao Rong, facing the two with varying expressions, gently shook his head and explained no further.

Although he did not want to be a boring, righteous gentleman who keeps strict moral conduct, he still possessed that much self-discipline as expected of a gentleman.

The ‘special autumn clothes’ secretly sent by Qing Jun were indeed alluring, yet Zhao Rong took it only as a private affair between him and Qing Jun, husband and wife.

Though they were apart on ordinary days, they deeply longed for each other.

By presenting this gift, they added a bit of spice to their bedroom fun, sharing a knowing smile between themselves. That was the real purpose of the item.

Zhao Qian’er, swayed by soone’s precisely accurate expression, started to feel unsure.

However, who was this little maid?

Having just seized the high ground that could make Lingfei bow her head, where would she easily co down from it.

“Humph, Rong’er, you are always protecting the mistress and speaking for her,”

Zhao Qian’er wrinkled her little nose, “And those poems too, you wrote so many for her when I wasn’t around. No way, you can’t forget the compensation you promised .”

She wrapped her arms tightly around Zhao Rong’s arm, clinging tightly as if afraid he might run off and renege on his promise.

Lingfei, who had recovered, saw this scene, her eyes narrowed, carefully scrutinizing this personal maid.

Since she brought her to see Rong’er today, this little maid seed to have beco exceptionally cheeky, quite different from before, always bouncing around and opposing him.

Zhao Rong chuckled and nodded, “I won’t forget.”

During the conversation, he stealthily withdrew his right arm, suddenly pulling it back, finally freeing himself from Qian’er’s embrace.

Zhao Rong secretly heaved a sigh of relief, glancing at his wife.

Qian’er was quite pleased with the ‘legal rights’ she had fought for.

However, now that Rong’er had withdrawn his hand, the way he was carefully watching the mistress’s face made her sowhat itch with irritation.

Suddenly, the little maid muttered to herself, nodding,

“No good, I have to go back and check carefully, see if soone’s wardrobe, apart from that little outfit on top, is missing sothing else, hmm, it’s very likely…”

Lingfei’s pretty face darkened.

Zhao Rong’s eyes widened.

Aside from what’s on top, what else could be missing? To make up a complete set?

“Zhao Qian’er!”

This ti, Lingfei’s face was snow-white, not mincing words, she directly went forward to shut the mouth of this cheeky maid.

“Mm.” Zhao Qian’er ducked her head quickly, quickly hiding behind Zhao Rong, using him as a shield. “Rong’er, save , whimper, the mistress is going to kill soone again.”

Zhao Rong smiled bitterly and shook his head, my dear lady, can’t you stop provoking Qing Jun? And you dare to touch her sore spot?

Still, he acted like a diator, protecting the anxious little maid behind him, blocking the angry lady.

“Stop it, stop it, Qing Jun, don’t take it to heart with Qian’er, she’s just a maid who doesn’t know anything…”

Zhao Qian’er leaned against Rong’er’s broad back, hiding behind him.

Her little face was joyful, happily holding the edges of the man’s garnt in front of her.

Then, the little maid tiptoed, peeking her head out from behind Zhao Rong’s shoulder, proudly lifting her little chin at her mistress with a bit of smugness.

“Zhao Ziyu!”

Lingfei suddenly called out sharply, her movents coming to a halt.

Her autumn eyes gently closed, and the light from her slit eyes fell on Zhao Rong’s face.

Danger!

Zhao Rong’s eyelid twitched.

Seeing his wife calling his na, clearly angry, he imdiately beca as still as Cold Cicada.

What Zhao Rong did not expect was that Lingfei’s tone softened again, but the words she spoke…

“Husband, step aside.”

Her voice was gentle and soft.

Zhao Rong didn’t think twice; he imdiately stepped aside.

Without waiting for a certain smug little maid to react, he had already quickly moved next to Lingfei, standing with her as they both faced Qian’er.

This ti, he firmly positioned himself on his wife’s side.

Zhao Rong spoke earnestly, “Qian’er, although you don’t understand many things, you should not talk nonsense; you need to be responsible for your words. This ti, consider it a small lesson. Ahem, Qing Jun, right?”

He glanced again at his wife’s face, which seed to be smiling yet not smiling. Difficult, Zhao Rong thought to himself.

Zhao Qian’er: “……”

Today, for the first ti being held by a man, the little maid also profoundly comprehended what her sisters ant by ‘n are all big pigs’ feet.’

Whimper, Rong’er is also a big pig’s foot, stinky Rong’er…

The little maid who hadn’t believed this before, now stared with her peach blossom eyes, brimming with tears, at that unfaithful man.

Zhao Rong blinked.

He unwillfully averted his gaze, reaching out to hold Qing Jun’s hand.

Lingfei let out a soft snort and withdrew her hand sharply.

Zhao Rong reluctantly drew back his hand, his attempt to diate having failed again, “Sorry Qian’er, I can’t save you this ti…”

Lingfei glanced at her now completely obedient husband and said nothing.

The next second.

She moved quickly, like a lotus, to teach a lesson to the mischief-making maid who was being unusually disobedient today.

Zhao Qian’er: “Miss, don’t co over! Wooo…”

Zhao Rong covered his eyes with his hand.

However, he still peeked through his fingers with curious eyes.

Hiss, so this is how won ‘fight’…

Not long after.

The drama of the mischievous maid who used her master’s favor to cause chaos without fear ended with the mistress sorting things out.

In Zhao Rong’s eyes, who was breathing heavily from the sideline, the whole process could be condensed into one character, with four different tones.

Zhao Qian’er: “Wooo!”

Zhao Qian’er: “Wooo?”

Zhao Qian’er: “Wooo~”

Zhao Qian’er: “Woo, woo, woo…”

At this mont.

Zhao Rong looked at Qian’er, who taly followed behind Lingfei, her face showing a hint of apology like a withered eggplant.

His gaze fell on the little maid’s face, which seed rounder, and he tentatively asked,

“Are you alright, Qian’er?”

As he spoke, Zhao Rong raised his hand to touch her.

Slap!

Zhao Qian’er slapped the unfaithful Rong’er’s hand away and glared fiercely at him, “Stinky Rong’er, wooo.”

“Hmm?”

Lingfei, walking ahead, turned her face slightly to the back.

Behind her, Zhao Qian’er instantly wilted again.

The little maid had no choice but to bow to the ‘dark forces’ husband, “Brother Rong’er, it’s okay, wooo, Qian’er is fine.”

Zhao Rong uneasily studied her small face again, which had just been squeezed and molded like dough by a fair hand.

“Really okay?”

Zhao Qian’er, with her round, red cheeks, sniffled, “Really… really I’m fine.”

“That’s good.”

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, a clear voice suddenly ca, neither light nor heavy,

“Brother Rong’er, you just said you left the academy to find Qian’er, but why did you bring her to this street?”

Lingfei gently said.

Zhao Rong’s breathing faltered.

He was thunderstruck yet his face remained as calm as Ping Lake.

“Oh, it was like this, just before leaving the house, I saw you from afar and was curious where my lady was headed, so when I saw Qian’er always looking at this street corner, I just took her along to find you,” Zhao Rong replied with a light laugh.

Lingfei nodded slightly, her eyes landing calmly on her husband’s face.

Zhao Rong’s expression remained unchanged.

He casually turned back to look at the entrance of the alley.

Outside was a crosscurrent of people, but only they three were in the alley.

Zhao Rong turned back, as if rembering sothing, and was about to speak with a smile.

However, Lingfei suddenly asked, “Who is Xiao Xiao?”

At this,

Zhao Rong closed his mouth, looking at his wife.

The air in the small alley seed to plunge into the silence of a mire, making him feel the stillness as if it were death.

At this mont, the two exchanged looks.

One mont.

Two monts.

Three… Zhao Rong smiled, stepped forward, bypassing the calm-eyed Lingfei.

He reached out his hand.

“She is Xiao Xiao… a lovable, lovable maid,” Zhao Rong pinched Qian’er’s reddened cheek while smiling brightly towards his wife.

Zhao Qian’er: “……”

Lingfei quietly watched the two.