Zhao Rong was led back to his position by Zhao Lingfei while he was stunned.
He was confused for a moment.
At this time, Zhao Rong was kneeling on the kneeling mat that had been carefully wiped by Zhao Lingfei, and Zhao Rong gradually came to his senses.
He stared straight at Qingjun beside him and licked his dry lips.
Zhao Rong's right hand could still feel the cold sweat from the cold touch of her jade hand just now on Qing Jun's hand, but he held on to him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would leave with another woman...
So, I just misunderstood what she meant... wasn't she going to serve tea to see off the guests?
However, what is Qingjun's reaction now? She is like a frightened deer, panicking. Did she also misunderstand something...
At this moment, the scene of a crime committed in a corner of the river is the center of attention of countless people. However, the man and woman behind the crime did not give the slightest attention to the outside world. They were carefully trying to figure out each other's thoughts and feelings.
Feelings, not caring about others, only caring about the other person.
The changes in happiness and anger for my beloved affect my heart.
Zhao Rong looked at the lady in front of him seriously.
She tied up her black hair for him and never let it go in front of outsiders.
At this time, she was wearing a moon-white chest-length undershirt, which she also wore for him to see.
Her face is evenly flushed and her eyebrows are neatly painted. She probably dressed up carefully because she was thinking about him before going out.
But Qian'er has not returned yet, and Zhao Rong heard Qian'er say in a casual chat that Qingjun is not very good at dressing up, and her hands are more familiar with sword hilts than eyebrow pencils.
So, before going out in the morning, this silly lady sat alone in front of the dressing table and drew her eyebrows clumsily over and over again? I don’t know if she was smiling or annoyed in the bronze mirror at that time, or both. When she thought of him, her smile was as bright as a flower.
, when she was distracted and drew her eyebrows crookedly, she bit her lip in anger, but when she thought about meeting her soon, she would smile again...
Zhao Rong felt pity in his heart, took a deep breath, and frowned slightly.
He wanted to embrace Qingjun immediately, but he had to take her feelings into consideration. This was Zhao Rong's previous lesson. He could no longer "bully" her excessively in public like Sijitang did. Qingjun was not the woman from his previous life.
How to accommodate him? She is also a stickler for etiquette at heart. She cannot accept extreme actions when there are many people, unless their private parts are like that time when she took the initiative to wipe his sweat on a rainy night...
Therefore, Zhao Rong wanted to respect Qingjun.
Concubine Zhao Ling was facing Zhao Rong. She lowered her head and lowered her eyes. She held the teacup in both hands, level with her eyebrows, and handed the tea to Zhao Rong respectfully.
It's just that someone left for a while and didn't pick him up immediately.
Zhao Lingfei lowered her eyebrows and waited for a moment, realizing that Zhao Rong still hadn't moved. She pursed her lips tightly, and her red lips gradually lost their color.
With the hot tea in hand, the originally mirror-like water surface created ripples out of thin air. You must know that the hands holding the tea have steadily held a sword that is a hundred times heavier than the tea cup thousands of times...
Zhao Lingfei became more and more panicked. At a certain moment, she mustered up the courage to raise her eyes and carefully remove her husband's expression. As a result, she met Zhao Rong's straight gaze and saw his handsome eyebrows gathering in the middle.
Zhao Lingfei's eyelashes trembled, and her originally clear and cold voice was also infected. With a trembling voice, she said weakly: "You, you drink tea. I have been learning for a long time. I want to make it for you to drink. Don't be angry."
, why don't you try it a little, if it doesn't taste good, don't drink it... Wait, it's a bit hot, I'll blow it, huh... huh... Brother Rong'er, don't be angry, I won't be willful anymore, don't do it because of me
I’m so angry that I really don’t dare anymore, really…”
Her voice became weaker and weaker, and by the end she was feeling sorry for herself.
Zhao Lingfei raised her head slightly, her eyes staring at Zhao Rong eagerly through the heat rising from the teacup.
Zhao Rong, who was distracted, felt his heart tremble when he saw that Qingjun's eyes were almost exactly the same as when he was a child. Every time when she accidentally made him angry when she was a child, she always looked like this pitiful little look.
However, Zhao Rong didn't have time to be too nostalgic. He straightened up, frowned, and hurriedly explained: "No, I'm not angry. Qingjun, you overthink it. I don't even have time to hurt you. I won't bear to be angry with you.
"
After saying that, looking at Zhao Lingfei who was still holding the tea with respectful hands, but who suddenly smiled, Zhao Rong quickly adjusted his clothes, knelt down and bent over, raised his hands, and took the cup from the lady's hands with a solemn expression.
A meaningful tea.
His movements are meticulous.
This was the first time Qingjun served him tea as his wife.
At the same time, it is also a dining etiquette between husband and wife. Both parties must be respectful and respectful, rather than one party being humble.
The two of them must be polite.
After hearing Zhao Rong's explanation, Zhao Lingfei was filled with joy. Her eyes were wide open, filled with smiles, and she looked at him with clear eyes as he drank the tea in one gulp. This was not in line with the tea ceremony that Zhao Lingfei had learned, but there was something in it.
Her most anticipated feelings outweighed all the gifts.
After Zhao Rong took a sip, Zhao Lingfei took the empty tea cup with a smile, picked up the teapot, and went to pour tea. She squinted at the tea cup, stared quietly for a while, and then asked softly: "Brother Rong'er, you are not angry.
"Then why did you leave just now? Why didn't you sit with me..."
Zhao Rong gave a rough explanation helplessly, and Zhao Lingfei gasped and smiled and said what she was thinking at the time.
After saying this, the two looked at each other and smiled.
Zhao Rong sighed in his heart, and was somewhat grateful for this small misunderstanding, which made him and Qingjun almost reconcile as before. Well, all she needs now is the black jade, and she doesn't know if Qingjun will give it to her now.
…
Zhao Rong looked at the lady who was concentrating on pouring him tea, and couldn't help but reach out and grab her hand.
Zhao Rong's five fingers were slightly spread, and he got into the palm of Zhao Lingfei's hand. The ten fingers were interlocked. He held her little hand with both hands, lowered his head to look at it, and caressed it carefully. When he touched it, he felt that he was holding a piece of beautiful mutton-fat jade.
Her hands were like catkins. Zhao Rong took a closer look. They were slender and snow-white. He squeezed them slightly, and they were as soft as boneless. Then he stroked them gently, and they were as smooth as gelatin.
However, this piece of nephrite that made Zhao Rong's heart tremble was not flawless and flawless.
He frowned slightly and rubbed the calluses on Qingjun's palm with his fingertips, feeling a little distressed.
Zhao Lingfei put down the teapot, lowered her head slightly, and let Zhao Rong hold his hand without looking at him. She said with a shy tone: "Don't make trouble now, I still want to make tea, husband... isn't your husband thirsty? Wait.
, touch it later..."
The last two sentences were spoken in a very low voice, so low that Zhao Rong even doubted whether she had spoken at all...
He smiled warmly and said, "I'm not thirsty now, Qingjun. Just one look at you will make me drunk."
The woman in the undershirt with the moles under her eyes stopped moving, her head lowered, her ears red, and she trembled: "Me too."
The two locked hands with each other.
All the movements happening in this corner of the gathering were in the eyes of everyone present.
From the beginning to now, Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei's unobtrusive behavior has attracted everyone's unblinking gaze, and created "colorful" expressions in their eyes.
Either shocked, suddenly enlightened, surprised, or incredible...
And some news that was originally dismissed by many government students as just idle rumors was gradually transformed into something called fact by the intimate behavior of the two people behind the table.
Ye Ruoxi and Li Jinshu stood together, but they did not turn around to look at each other since not long ago. Instead, they stretched their necks and stared intently at their respective junior sisters and junior brothers.
There was silence between the two of them for a long time.
At a certain moment, Ye Ruoxi couldn't help but speak without looking back, "This, this Mr. Zhao is really your junior brother? Why hasn't he heard you mention this matter..."
Her eyes were still staring there, looking up and down carefully at Zhao Rong's appearance. Just now, Ye Ruoxi's impression of the cold and aloof junior sister Ling Fei was helping Zhao Rong blow tea with her lips pouted carefully.
It is still flashing through her mind, and this scene will probably be difficult to forget for a long, long time.
When Li Jinshu heard this, he stared at it with the same gaze. After being stunned for a while, he shook his head with emotion and said:
"I don't know about this either. I have been busy with the teacher these days and have little contact with the juniors. I only met my junior brother when I went to the Four Seasons Hall during class. The junior brother has never mentioned to me that he is married.
...Um, but I do know that he seems to often accompany Junior Brother Fan to Nanci Jingshe. I was planning to go back and find a chance to talk to them, but I didn't expect... Alas, Junior Brother's wife is actually this Fairy Zhao."
Ye Ruoxi also sighed with him and shook her head gently.
She breathed out, and suddenly, she seemed to remember something.
Ye Ruoxi quietly turned her head and looked in a certain direction. There was a man she had promised to help "match" her.
At this time, Ji Ganyi had no expression on his face.
When Zhao Rong walked towards Zhao Lingfei just now, he realized that Zhao Rong's identity was the mortal son-in-law in his sky. However, Ji Ganyi was not worried at that time, but looked at it with a smile on his face, even already
After organizing it for a while, the son-in-law left dejectedly, and when he went to sit with Zhao Lingfei, he said what he said to her.
However, when in his field of vision, he saw Zhao Lingfei suddenly getting up, her face turned pale, she hurriedly ran to block the road and took the initiative to lead the mortal son-in-law.
Slowly, slowly.
The smile on Ji Ganyi's face froze, and suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, and then it remained expressionless until now.
His eyes at this moment reflected the two people's clasped hands, as well as the woman he had always regarded as a companion on the road. She was bowing her head shyly, and she no longer held the sword in her hand, but held him.
Not far away, Yunzi saw Ji Ganyi's scene and shook his head silently...
Liu Kongyi did not expect that things would turn around like this.
She squinted at the scene not far away where a man and a woman raised their eyebrows, and wrapped her fingers around the slender whiskers of the dragon and carp beside her.
Looking at Concubine Zhao Ling curiously, at this moment, the embryo of the Sword Immortal of Xiaoyao Prefecture, who had always been watched by the students in the past, revealed a side that Liu Kongyi had never thought of.
And the "culprit" of all this...
She turned her eyes and began to look at Zhao Rong, who was dressed in college student uniform, with interest.
Elsewhere, Du Yifu looked away from the place where the audience was paying attention, with some weirdness still remaining in his eyes.
He turned around to look at Li Jinshu, but out of the corner of his eye he happened to catch a glimpse of Liu Kongyi, whom he had been paying attention to, and saw the strange look on her face as she looked at Zhao Rong.
Du Yifu was slightly startled and followed Liu Kongyi's gaze to look at Zhao Rong, his eyes a little uncertain.
Not long after.
The gathering, which had been silent due to an unexpected incident, gradually started to become lively again.