Zhao Rong discovered that Qingjun still had a little girl who had not grown up in his heart. In fact, if he thought about it carefully, she was only seventeen years old.
Even if you have entered the world of cultivation early and become a swordsman at the peak of Haoran Realm, so what, after all, you are still just a young woman who has just been married, let alone in front of your childhood sweetheart.
In other words, all the students in the four Taiqing Prefectures are similar. Although they are outstanding talents from all over the continent, they are just young people under the age of twenty-eight. Even if they are smart and precocious, they can
No matter how smart and precocious it is, maybe even the eternal life that has been pursued enthusiastically is just a kind of "following the trend" of others.
Because they are all still very young, except for those who are sentimental, no one would think about old age and death so early. The reason for practicing mountain climbing may be just because of the expectations of the tribe or their own arrogance and youthful spirit.
Therefore, Qingjun was particularly happy to have fun in the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, which was a somewhat boring activity for mountain people.
She is not an ignorant woman. She has never been to any blessed place with beautiful fortune and full of spiritual energy, so she reacted like this when she came to a small Nuanxi Bamboo Garden.
Qingjun was just missing that person before, that man who she always kept in her heart and thought, "It would be nice if he was here."
Zhao Rong savored the most beautiful Qingjun in the best years.
They spent an afternoon in the depths of Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, where they rediscovered their childhood fun and experienced the familiar but distant fun.
Qingjun seemed to have turned back into the little girl she once was. She followed Zhao Rong and ran all over the mountains and plains.
Sometimes when encountering something interesting, Qingjun would hold his hand and walk in front, facing Zhao Rong, walking backwards with his back on his back, without fear of being bumped into when walking.
Zhao Rong was a little helpless, but mostly he indulged her dotingly.
Whatever Qing Jun wanted to play, he would play with her. If she wanted to say something, Zhao Rong would listen attentively.
The two of them played like this in Nuanxi Bamboo Garden for a whole day.
after.
They held hands and left Nuanxi Bamboo Garden. Seeing that the night was getting dark, Zhao Rong couldn't help but send Qingjun back to Nanci Jingshe.
At this time, walking on the night road, Zhao Rong smiled and looked at Qing Jun, who was holding his hand and walking in front.
She had been playing around all day, but it seemed she was still full of energy and couldn't calm down.
When there are no passersby around.
Qingjun raised their interlocked hands, as if they were butterflies, and Oona was dancing.
Like an active little deer, it keeps moving.
She looked around, chatting with Zhao Rong about their respective affairs, looking back from time to time and smiling sweetly.
Zhao Lingfei is wearing a chest-length undershirt with flying sleeves, and the pure and changing purple tassels on her slender waist are flowing gracefully in the air.
Whether she is angry or happy, she only blooms for one person.
"Brother Rong'er, so you say, the white silk originally intended for Lin Wenruo, Lan Yuqing... used it for herself, and then was buried in Guilin by Lin Wenruo?"
She was listening to Zhao Rong talk about Zhongnan Kingdom. At a certain moment, she suddenly looked back, leaned back to his side again, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, and asked softly.
Zhao Rong paused, turned his head to look at Qingjun, nodded and said, "Well, he walked out of Guilin alone."
He looked at his wife's long autumn eyes, which were still as bright as stars in the night, and found that she was gradually frowning.
Zhao Rong thought for a while and sighed.
"Actually, Wen Ruo is also very bitter, but with some other methods, he would not let this ending happen. It's just... Alas, this Miss Lan is really a pity, although I have only met her
We only met a few times, and Miss Lan didn’t know why, but she looked at me as if she wanted to eat someone, as if I had offended her before... But I later won the third debate, and I did offend her."
"However, I can feel that her feelings for Wenruo are unusual. After all, I heard that like us, they seem to be childhood sweethearts who we met when we were young..."
Zhao Lingfei suddenly interrupted: "We are different from them."
Zhao Rong paused and heard the decisiveness and seriousness in her tone. He coughed lightly, noticed the slip of the tongue, and nodded quickly.
These words are indeed somewhat unlucky.
Zhao Lingfei tightened her arms around her husband, turned her head away, squinted her eyes, looked at the dimly lit night scene in the distance, and said something strange.
"Why didn't Lin Wenruo marry Lan Yuqing back home and then attack Qing Jingzi?"
Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "Well, why is it unnecessary? You will have to rebel anyway. Why not regret the marriage and humiliate her and make her hate her more? At least she won't feel so uncomfortable later."
Zhao Lingfei looked forward, was quiet for a while, and then said softly, "If so, she is actually willing to accompany him, as long as Lin Wenruo marries her and goes home."
Zhao Rong was silent.
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, "Another man who thinks about himself and women."
She turned to look at Zhao Rong's side face and said softly: "Brother Rong'er."
"Um?"
"I don't like Lin Wenruo, you... are not allowed to imitate him."
Zhao Rong turned to look at Qingjun and nodded seriously.
For a while, Zhao Rong felt that the atmosphere between the two was a little dull due to the conversation just now.
He coughed lightly, as if he had thought of something, and turned around with a smile and said: "I've long been disgusted with that guy Wen Ruo. Do you think he can handle the eighteen-bedroom concubine alone? Is he still hiding it?
Tuck it in so no one can take a look..."
After calming down, Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyelids and glanced at Zhao Rong. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she said with a hint of a smile: "Brother Rong'er, why do I think you are envious of others?"
Zhao Rong snorted, raised his chin, and said in a disdainful tone, "Envy? I'm not saying that, just because of his eighteen-bedroom beautiful concubine, hehe, even if he adds a thousand bedrooms, it's not as good as my wife's. I
Would you envy him? Nothing more than that."
After saying this, he felt that these words were very flattering, both covertly and overtly. The lady should be able to hear it.
Zhao Rong smiled with pride in his heart and glanced at Concubine Zhao Ling with his head raised.
I saw her tilting her head and listening.
Zhao Lingfei nodded and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Not even as good as me...one room?"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
The air was silent for a second.
But Zhao Rong felt that this second was as long as a year, and it was fatal.
He didn't dare to hesitate anymore. His mind changed, and he immediately spoke a second later, "Slip of the tongue, this was a slip of the tongue."
Zhao Rong said in a sincere tone, "Qingjun, let me review the price for you. What I said just now was for Wenruo's eighteenth house. Well, plus the hypothetical one thousand house, I took one thousand and eighteen.
I want to compare Fang Lai with you to highlight your uniqueness and value that is heavier than life to me. Of course, who doesn’t know about your status in my heart?
But I couldn't help but say it, so in the words I organized, Wen Ruo's side was Shiba Fang, and I subconsciously used Fang to describe you. This is my husband's fault, but you
You know, we Confucians pay great attention to the neatness of dialogue when speaking and writing... Well, this is the misunderstanding, Qingjun, do you understand?"
Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and looked at his wife with hope.
Zhao Lingfei nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, that's it, brother Rong'er, I thought you had a lot of rooms."
Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched. He dared not answer the question and shook his head vigorously.
Zhao Lingfei glanced at him and said, "But, Brother Rong'er, why are you explaining so much? Just say that there is a misunderstanding."
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around immediately, frowned and said: "Fool, aren't I afraid of your random thoughts?"
Hearing this, Concubine Zhao Ling hugged his arm and smiled.
Zhao Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But she never expected that she would suddenly say again, "Husband, how many rooms do you want?"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
He didn't dare to say this anymore.
"It's okay, husband, just tell me what's on your mind. I'm not that unreasonable and pedantic woman. Can I eat you?"
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced at Zhao Lingfei's encouraging expression, a little unsure whether she was fishing.
It is true that Qingjun will not eat him, but he is afraid that Qingjun will break the sword's heart again... After all, the sword's heart she destroyed before is probably not much better. If it breaks again, then Zhao Rong will probably really
He has to wonder whether he is really born to be a woman.
Thinking of this, Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and said resolutely: "My wife shares a room!"
He originally thought that this answer would be enough and he would not ask any more questions.
As a result, what I didn't expect was that after Qingjun heard this, he shook his head and said, "It won't work if I only have one room."
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then threw the question back, "Which room do you think is suitable?"
She continued: "As for me, outsiders will definitely say that I am jealous. The most important thing is that I don't speak well to you, such as being henpecked or something like that. This is not okay. How about... I'll give you a couple of wives."
house."
Zhao Rong was overjoyed and shouted in his heart, Xiaoxiao, I will pick you up right away...
Zhao Lingfei blushed slightly and turned to look at the roadside, "We can't forget Qian'er. She is my personal maid. We... the three of us have to be together."
Zhao Rong's expression froze and he stepped up his shoulders slightly.
A quarter of an hour later.
After approaching Nanci Jingshe, the two of them had a tacit understanding and deliberately slowed down their pace, and finally reached the door of the Jingshe.
They cuddled for a while before saying goodbye reluctantly.
Zhao Rong watched Concubine Zhao Ling enter the monastery. After he could no longer see her back, he still stood there quietly.