poisonous woman

Chapter 173
Rong Zhaoxu babbled for a long time, took Xiao Junjue's bed as a confidant, and unconsciously lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Xiao Junjue came in and saw that she was asleep, but he didn't disturb her, he sat at the table under the window and waited for her to wake up.He took out the jade pendant again, gently stroking the traces of time left on the jade pendant with the fine lines of his fingers, thinking of the little girl who smiled at him in the past, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth unconsciously.

It happened that there was a pen and ink on the table, and he swiped the pen, and drew whatever was in his mind. He wrote like a god without hesitation.It was done in one go, and a painting was finished in less than a stick of incense. He let out a sigh of relief, put down his pen and ink, and picked it up to look at it.

However, after looking at it, he was taken aback for a moment, and it turned out that what he drew turned out to be Rong Zhao sleeping now.Dazed, he looked at Rong Zhao, and couldn't believe that the person he drew when his mind went blank just now could be her.

"Hmm~" The person on the bed gradually woke up and rolled over.Xiao Junjue hastily pressed the painting on the bottom layer of a pile of rice paper.Rubbing his eyes, Rong Zhao sat up and looked towards the window, his voice was still hoarse from sleeping just now, "You are back."

Xiao Junjue had his back to the light, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but his outline was clearly visible.

"En." In the panic, Xiao Jun regained his calm.

"I've been waiting for too long, and I fell asleep. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have wasted my time here."

Although this sleep was short, it was very comfortable. Rong Zhao regained his energy and simply said, "It's not too late. You should teach me how to paint quickly, and get back my time."

She went over and sat down on the table, her body was stable, and she was about to start with a pen and paper.Xiao Junjue frowned and said, "Stand up."

Rong Zhao raised his head and stared at him, puzzled, thinking he didn't teach her anymore, and hummed, "You want to go back on your word, don't you?"

"When did you see me sitting and painting?"

Rong Zhao thought for a while, but it seemed that there really wasn't one.Although he didn't want to stand up, he got up anyway.

"You're just learning, you can't draw right away, start learning from the posture of holding the pen today." Rong Zhao felt that he was very wordy, learning to draw, as long as you can draw, why bother with these details.

Knowing that she was impatient, Xiao Junjue stared at her silently, and said: "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your weapon. If you don't even hold the pen properly, how can you draw? This is the same as your practice of swordsmanship. the same."

Rong Zhao felt that Xiao Jun Jue was like that old-fashioned gentleman, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, I will learn it seriously."

"Fingers are solid and palms are empty... The thumb, index finger, and middle finger clamp the pen holder, and the ring finger and little finger are close together to press against the pen holder...Hanging the elbow and wrist."

Painting is still different from practicing swordsmanship. Rong Zhao is awkward in holding the pen, and his fingers seem to be unable to bend them. In the end, he couldn't even hold the pen.

This student is also bad enough, Xiao Junjue was a little anxious, and directly taught her how to use each finger joint.

Rong Zhao's mind was no longer drawn, and he looked at him carefully with his head sideways.It was the first time for her to observe him in such detail. The mask covered half of his face, revealing the eyes and below the nose.

She discovered that Xiao Junjue's eyes were extremely beautiful, narrow and flying, and the black jewel-like pupils were like stars in the night sky, shining with incomparable light.But he has been back from the border for more than a year, and this year has allowed him to return to his previous skin color.

Rong Zhao looked at him obsessively, thinking, if he didn't wear this mask, if he didn't have the legendary scar, Xiao Junjue's appearance would not be inferior to Xiao Jinyu's.

I heard that although Concubine Wan was a maid, she was an alluring beauty with a beautiful face.As her child, Xiao Junjue's original appearance should not be bad.

It's just... Rong Zhao sighed in his heart.Burned by the fire, the face under this mask must have been blurred and completely changed.

Hey, God's gift is in vain.

Then she thought about it, she actually cared about her appearance the most, but why did she have a good impression of Xiao Junjue, and even a slight liking for her?Could it be that she gradually realized that the charm of a person does not lie in the appearance, but in the aura exuded by that person?

Hasn't she always been superficial?When did you start paying attention to inner beauty?But Xiao Jun Jue doesn't have any temperament, he is just a martial artist.

But this martial artist saved her life four times, and the grace of saving her life allowed her to promise her life four times.

For a moment, Rong Zhao felt as if two villains were talking non-stop, making her heart flustered. "What do you see me doing?"

Xiao Junjue turned her face to one side, seeing Rong Zhao staring at her, a layer of blush appeared under the mask unconsciously, but the cheek was covered, so Rong Zhao didn't see it.

Being caught straight, Rong Zhao felt ashamed, but he didn't want to show it out because of his face, so he could only say: "I'm tired of your wordiness, let's see when you finish."

"It's not over, continue." Xiao Junjue didn't think too much, held Rong Zhao's hand and continued to teach her.Maybe he didn't notice it himself. He didn't know when it started. He, the king of Chu who is not close to women, can hold a woman's hand so naturally. He doesn't feel any awkwardness at all. .

"Miss is not good, the big thing is not good." Rong Zhao was secretly looking at Xiao Junjue, when Qiu Shui's voice appeared out of season, she was so scared that she almost didn't meet Xiao Junjue again.

"What's the matter!" Rong Zhao gritted her teeth and said, leaning towards Qiushui, "Didn't I say it, it's hard to say, don't add the word "Miss" in front, I'm fine. "

If you disturb someone's love affair, you will be struck by lightning, and you will always destroy her good deeds.

Qiu Shui took a breath, it seemed that something was really urgent, he hesitated to speak, as if he didn't know what to say.

Rong Zhao said impatiently, "What are you talking about?"

Qiu Shui said slowly, "Miss, the third master is gone."

She loosened her finger, and the pen stained with ink fell to the painting with a "bang". Rong Zhao knew that Third Master Rong was going to die, but when it came suddenly, she still couldn't calm down.

After all, they are related by blood, even if they don't get along well, they are still her relatives.

"When did it happen?" It was Xiao Junjue who asked.

Qiu Shui replied: "Not long ago, Master Hou sent someone to communicate, and asked the young lady and the prince to return to the Hou's mansion."

Xiao Junjue said bluntly, "Let Nighthawk prepare the carriage." He stroked Rong Zhao's shoulder, "You can't be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad."

Rong Zhao nodded in a daze, Xiao Junjue looked at her clothes and said, "Go and change into a clean one, and we'll leave when we're done."

When I returned to Ronghou's Mansion, the gate was wide open, white cloth had been hung up, people came and went in an endless stream, before I entered the mansion, I could hear the whole mansion crying.

The old lady Rong fainted again and again from crying, several times Lord Rong persuaded her to go back to the room to rest, but she still refused to leave, just guarding Rong San's body, shouting over and over again why he was so cruel, Let her white-haired people send black and white people.

Third Master Rong was the only son of the old lady, and the death of his son was no different from taking half of her life.

Rong Zhao stood aside, although he was also sad, but he couldn't shed tears.Maybe it's because she has too little relationship with Third Master Rong's uncle and nephew, and the things he did after he returned to Beijing weakened their family relationship, or maybe his death was already expected by Rong Zhao, so when this day comes, there is something in his heart. Only sighs remain.

At this time, she also sympathized with the old lady. No matter what happened in the past, she understood the pain of a mother losing a child too much. For a mother, there is no greater pain than the pain of losing a child.

It's just that when the old lady looked at her inadvertently, seeing that she didn't shed a single tear, she immediately became angry.

"Aren't you happy that your third uncle died? What are you doing here, are you watching a joke? Get out of here." Sometimes pain needs to be vented, and old lady Rong regards Rong Zhao as her outlet.

"It's all the evil you taught me!" Scolding Rong Zhao didn't count. She threw off Lord Rong who was supporting her, pointed and scolded: "You are also proud, aren't you? You saw our mother and daughter early in the morning. I don’t like it, I don’t like Shi Ping, I think he’s worthless and ruin your reputation, don’t you expect him to enter the coffin, and you also expect me to die?”

Pointing at Lord Rong, Second Master Rong, Second Lady, Rong Zhao and the others, "You are all satisfied now, right? I don't need you to pretend to be sad here, you all get out!"

Marquis Rong hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Mother calm down, my son has no such intentions."

Rong Zhao originally sympathized with her, but what she said and did was really chilling, especially she still wanted to scold her father, which was even more unbearable for Rong Zhao, angrily said: "If you want to scold me, just scold me alone!" Well, why even scold my father? When will my father be sorry for you?"

Lord Rong frowned and said to Rong Zhao, "Shut up!"

Rong Zhao shut up resentfully, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

"Crack!" The trembling body seemed to be injected with strength, and the old lady Rong rushed towards Rong Zhao, raised her hand and hit him.

"If you get married, you don't have the right to speak!"

This slap didn't hit Rong Zhao's face, but Xiao Junjue's.

Seeing that the old lady Rong was going to hit Rong Zhao, Xiao Jun subconsciously protected her, but she was beaten, and the slap hit his cheek impartially.

Immediately, everyone held their breath, not daring to take a breath, and there was a complete silence.

Rong Zhao got angry, and went to the old lady, shouting sharply: "You dare to hit him!" It seemed as if he wanted to return it.

Xiao Junjue quickly pulled her back and shook his head towards her.Rong Zhao was not convinced, he snorted heavily, and turned his face away.

The old lady Rong really didn't expect to hit the king of Chu, and she panicked, not knowing how to deal with herself.

The third lady was the first to react, she quickly knelt down, and pleaded: "Mother is too sad and behaves abnormally, it was not intentional, I beg the king of Chu to forgive me a lot."

Others followed suit.

Even Lord Rong knelt down and begged for mercy, "My lord forgives my sin, and my princess forgives my sin."

How could Rong Zhao let him kneel down, he quickly pulled him up, and said, "It's not you who hit me, why are you kneeling?" She glared at the old lady, she felt sorry for her just now, but now she just feels that poor people must be hateful place.

Xiao Junjue didn't care about it, and said: "Forget it, the old lady is sad, and she didn't do it on purpose. You all get up, I won't pursue it."

(End of this chapter)