Zhao Lingfei turned her head and looked at the lake outside the pavilion.
The autumn water was flowing and the cool breeze was gentle. She looked into the distance and saw the clear blue sky.
At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling was sitting dignifiedly and gracefully in the elegant pavilion by the lake, on the railing on the side facing the water. After hearing this, she was quiet for a while, then turned to look at the man in front of her with a bright smile.
Zhao Rong was standing in front of Zhao Lingfei, holding lotus seed glutinous rice porridge in one hand and a porcelain spoon in the other. He scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, held it under the bowl, and carefully handed it to Zhao Lingfei's mouth.
Zhao Rong made a sound, opened his mouth slightly, and coaxed her to drink.
Zhao Lingfei glanced outside the pavilion, but there was no passerby. Then she looked at her husband's smiling face, her long eyes were clear, and she said with a smile: "Husband hasn't taught me yet."
Zhao Rong frowned, his face feigning anger.
"Qingjun, what are you talking about? My wife is gentle, virtuous, and has peerless beauty. She is unparalleled in heaven and the only first-class woman in the world. She knows etiquette, moral integrity, and justice. It has taken me eight lifetimes to marry her home."
How can I ask my husband to comment on my blessing? It’s just unnecessary for my wife to teach me..."
As he was talking, he coughed slightly and then asked: "Well, is this porridge still a little hot? This box is pretty good at keeping it warm."
Zhao Lingfei smiled slightly and stared at him without saying a word.
Zhao Rong moved the spoon to his mouth, blew on it, and then handed it back to Qingjun's lips. He glanced at the lady's red lips, which were pink and wet, like the delicate azalea petals after the spring rain. He didn't know what Qingjun's day was.
What kind of rouge did you drink...
Zhao Lingfei glanced at Zhao Rong, who was slightly lost in thought, and then at the lotus porridge that he had carefully blown. She didn't lower her head to eat immediately. She tilted her head and bit her lips, which made Zhao Rong's heart tremble.
Concubine Zhao Ling said softly: "Husband, you really don't want to teach me how to behave? It's okay. Husband can say it. I'm not an unreasonable person."
You are indeed not unreasonable, you are just a jealous person with no reason.
Zhao Rong's hand holding the porcelain spoon shook, and he complained in his mind. However, if he thought about it carefully, Qingjun had just given him enough face in front of others, and he was obedient and obedient. He even lowered his figure a little for this.
You must know that she is a woman who is arrogant to the core. She is the genius of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion. So what if she just built a broken bowl formation in Dongli Xiao? If she wants to break this formation, she will break it. Qingjun has a pure mind and will move forward indomitably.
A sword cultivator has a reason to use his sword, so if it is broken, it will be broken.
However, in order to accommodate her husband's concerns and cooperate with his way of handling the matter, she didn't say a word, accompanied him without hesitation, and took the initiative to step back and apologize to other women.
Zhao Rong felt the constant warmth coming from the wall of the bowl in his hand, and felt a little warm in his heart. Qingjun was now playing some tricks in private, and it didn't matter if he choked him a few words. Just coax him. Women just want to coax, especially Qingjun.
A woman like you might be able to get everything with coaxing.
Zhao Rong raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Lingfei who tilted her head to look at him, smiled softly, and said seriously:
"Qingjun, you are not wrong. There is no need for husband's guidance. It was just an expedient measure. That Yu Huaijin is a bit difficult. Let's give her some steps. If we can leave no grudges, we will leave no grudges. But, you are
You drew a sword for me, but in the end you suffered injustice for me. My husband is really sorry and feels guilty!"
Zhao Rong lowered his head and took a mouthful of porridge again, his face focused.
Zhao Lingfei stared at Brother Rong'er who was feeding her porridge gently, her eyes slightly lowered, "I'm not wronged."
After finishing her words, Zhao Lingfei opened her mouth slightly, raised her chin, and took a bite of the lotus seed porridge that Zhao Rong brought to her lips, her eyes curled into crescent moons.
"So sweet."
She looked at Zhao Rong and called with a sweet smile.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then his eyebrows gathered together, "It tastes just right to me, Qingjun doesn't like it?"
He sounded worried and looked around. His gaze paused briefly on the mountain forest on the right side, which was close to the lake, and then his eyes lit up.
"I'll go get some clear spring and add a little to dilute the sweetness."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Rong held a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, turning to collect the spring.
However, the next moment, he stopped moving because someone had already grabbed him.
"Don't leave," Zhao Lingfei held the corners of his clothes with both hands, "I didn't say I didn't like sweets, idiot."
As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the outside of the pavilion, not looking at him.
"Oh," Zhao Rong nodded and handed Qingjun a spoonful of hot porridge.
At this moment, the pure girl who had been swinging on Zhao Lingfei's temples suddenly stopped swinging. The purple tassels, lingering in the clouds, returned to the appearance of a little girl, with two small arms stretched out towards Zhao Rong.
As if paddling in the water, the little girl actually made some babbling sounds from her mouth.
Zhao Rong glanced at Qing Jing, who was begging for porridge like a coquettish person, withdrew his gaze, ignored this "stupid daughter", and continued to serve her mother.
Get angry and drink porridge...
However, Qingjing seemed to have already understood this "patriarchal" father, and turned to look for her mother, rubbing her cheek affectionately, and stretched out a pair of small purple hands to comb the few strands of black hair hanging from Zhao Lingfei's temples.
Zhao Lingfei glanced at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong coughed twice, fed her a spoonful of porridge, and then scooped up another small spoonful for the curious Qingjing to taste.
He purred a few times, then hugged the base of Zhao Rong's spoon and made babbling sounds, feeling very happy.
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and curled his fingers to play with the little guy who was holding the spoon and wouldn't let go, with a look of disgust on his face.
Zhao Lingfei looked at the "father and daughter" playing with a smile.
At this moment, not far from Ya Pavilion, a pedestrian was walking towards me. It seemed that he was going to pass by the pavilion.
Zhao Lingfei stood up quickly, took the bowl and spoon from Zhao Rong without any explanation, and pushed him down on his seat.
Concubine Zhao Ling stood in front of Zhao Rong, like a virtuous wife, and began to mix porridge and feed him with her bare hands, her movements were gentle and elegant.
Pedestrians passing by the pavilion couldn't help but quicken their steps when they saw this scene. What's more, after seeing the loving scene of the couple in the pavilion from a distance, they stopped passing by the pavilion and took a long way around.
Zhao Rong blinked and couldn't help laughing when he saw the woman in front of him whose style suddenly changed.
Zhao Lingfei waited for him.
Zhao Rong quickly put away his smile.
Then, he thought of something and said, "Qingjun, don't leave, why don't you stay here today."
"No," she refused with her chin slightly raised, but then glanced at Zhao Rong, "My husband has known since he was a child. I kick people in my sleep. Are you... not afraid that I will kick you?"
Zhao Rong was shocked and said firmly, "Don't be afraid!"
"Brother Rong'er, with your body, I will kick you to death."
He glanced at the lady's long, round and beautiful legs, and couldn't help but glance at her small purple embroidered shoes, and said seriously: "Qingjun, I can die under your legs. Ahem, my feet are too."
Okay... I think it's worth it."
Zhao Lingfei didn't know what she thought of. Her cheeks, which were originally white and pink, turned into a pool of red wine.
This is the most brilliant red flower in autumn in Zhao Rong's eyes at this moment.
Zhao Lingfei was holding a bowl and spoon in her hand. After hearing the words, she lowered her head and turned her back to Zhao Rong angrily, "You are... a libertine, Brother Rong'er is a libertine. He has learned all the bad things before.
not like this."
When Rong'er was a child, when they were washing their feet together at the spring, she would naughtily stretch out her toes to step on his feet in the spring. Rong'er would disdain him and say, "Don't stretch your stinky feet, hurry up!" or
"Whose pig trotters are so small and they want to sell them for money?".
Even later, after Brother Rong'er went to a private school, he no longer went to wash his feet or fish with Zhao Lingfei. He always said something with a straight face, "It's not appropriate for a little girl to show her feet."
As for Brother Rong'er now, it is estimated that as long as she dares to stretch her legs and feet, the next second, she will not be able to easily escape from his clutches. No... she will not be able to come back until she turns into skin.
There's no telling what other things Brother Rong'er will do to embarrass her.
Definitely, he, he has so many clever ideas...
"Bah," Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and spat lightly, then turned around and stared at Zhao Rong with a straight face, her eyes full of anger.
She said in a serious tone:
"Brother Rong'er, don't think about those weird things anymore, don't think about them."
Zhao Rong blinked, "My wife's is not good, and it's not someone else's."
"No, you can't mess around in your mind...thinking about me doing weird...weird things, you can't." Zhao Lingfei's long and narrow autumn eyes widened, and she was full of momentum, but her words were stuttered.
Baba's.
"I just want to think about it, but I don't really do it. Qingjun, why do you even care about what I think? It makes no sense."
Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes brushed her clear eyes. Immediately, her tone was ferocious and she suddenly became arrogant, "You are my husband, you are mine, you are all mine. If I say you can't think about it, you can't."
I think, husband, you must be obedient, don’t think about...don’t think about strange things about my body in broad daylight."
Zhao Rong's eyes were unblinking, and he looked carefully at this Qingjun who rarely showed his unreasonable side, feeling a little strange in his heart.
Because in his impression, Qingjun was weak, quiet, and well-behaved in front of him when he was a child. Now that he has grown up, because no one is protecting him, he has strengthened himself, become aloof and kept away from strangers, and overall he is still rational and reasonable.
However, what Zhao Rong doesn't know is that no matter how rational and aloof a woman is, once she falls in love and snuggles into her lover's arms, she will become "unreasonable". A little girl can lose her temper, but only
Throw it at him.
Still be polite and reasonable to others.
Yes, it is such an unfair differential treatment.
However, for some women, they will only "treat" one person differently in this life. Yes, that person is their first love.
And Concubine Zhao Ling was even worse. Her little heart was already filled with one person.
In this life, the first love is the last love.
From the total angle to the third level, from black hair to white hair.
As long as he is there, it will last forever.
Therefore, after initially thinking that she had been betrayed and that Zhao Rong did not want her, she...
Only Concubine Zhao Ling can make her sword heart shatter and her heart turn to ashes.
But now, after all the hardships, twists and turns, and separation, Zhao Rong has come to live in her heart again, and gradually begins to mend this heart that is riddled with holes.
It's like the spring breeze blowing across the desolate land again, bringing all things to life.
However, after Zhao Rong entered this "house" that was originally crumbling and weathered, it was no longer a matter of breaking half of the sword's heart, but the house collapsed, the jade and the stone were all destroyed, and even...
Only one person remains.
At this moment, in this small lakeside pavilion with few people around, in front of Zhao Rong, who had finally turned from a bamboo horse into a husband, Zhao Lingfei changed from a cold and arrogant white lotus fairy to an overbearing and rude girl.
Her gentleness and quietness, her cuteness and cuteness, her arrogance and arrogance are all reserved for him.
"You are not allowed to think about strange things about me!"
Zhao Lingfei puffed her mouth slightly and stared at Zhao Rong with her red lips pouting, hoping that her husband would obey.
At the same time, she was constantly paying attention to her surroundings. Seeing that no one was disturbing her, Zhao Lingfei was slightly relieved. In front of others, she must respect her husband and protect her husband's face. This was the first time she had been in Nuanxi.
After being willful at the gathering, I set a red line in my heart that could not be crossed.
But now that there is no one and she is getting along privately with Brother Rong'er, she can be "willful" occasionally, and... it's time to practice the "skill of charioteer" that Aunt Liu taught her.
At the beginning, Concubine Zhao Ling was still in her boudoir, and Aunt Liu was still alive. She had just been engaged to Zhao Rong. Compared to her own daughter-in-law, Aunt Liu treated her as her own daughter, teaching her by words and deeds, and she was not worried at all about her future son.
Could it be that her husband is weak and suffers under the skirt of her, his "own daughter"?
At that time, Aunt Liu quietly taught her how to control Brother Rong'er in the boudoir. Those words were still fresh in Zhao Lingfei's memory, such as "No matter how old a man is, he is actually a child, just like Rong'er now.
You should pamper her at ordinary times, but you should also give her a beating when appropriate, especially when there are some strange signs that are about to appear. However, you should use a combination of hardness and softness to beat you, and master a suitable degree..."
Concubine Zhao Ling still remembered that when she was a child, Brother Rong'er was fearless in front of her, but in front of Aunt Liu, he was submissive.
Therefore, Concubine Zhao Ling has no doubts about Aunt Liu's words...
Within the Yating.
Zhao Lingfei's long eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes were like a pool of autumn water. The shimmering light reflected Brother Rong'er under her eyes, showing his familiar face, and the lovely light brown tear mole under her left eye.
, also followed the action of squinting, rising slightly, moving in an arc, and deviating from its original position.
In Zhao Rong's eyes, Qingjun at this time looked more like...a female tiger slowly emerging from the cave. Well, it was white, because white tigers are beautiful.
The white tiger seemed to be extremely hungry and thirsty. He was slowly walking in a circle with his paws raised, his movements were graceful, his eyes were narrowed and staring at him, unblinking, the air was quiet, but the next second, the white tiger would suddenly become quiet.
Turn around, pounce with your chest, push him to the ground, knock him unconscious and drag him back to the cave. Don't think about going out full of energy to find your "good friend" the little fox again.
Not to mention taking the little fox back to the tigress's cave as a guest, there will definitely be no return!
Therefore, he must use the skills of wife control to subdue this white tiger that wants to ride on him and train him hard!
By then, he can enter and leave the white tiger and the little fox's caves at will, or both together...
Danger!
Zhao Rong became wary...
"Husband, do you understand?"
Zhao Lingfei raised the corners of her lips slightly, raised her chin slightly, and glanced at Brother Rong'er with her clear eyes.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Be good, open your mouth,"
Concubine Zhao Ling scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, curled her lips and blew a sip. She handed the porcelain spoon to Brother Rong'er's mouth with a smile and made a pun.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and said nothing.
Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyebrows, feeling secretly happy.
She opened her jade lips lightly, preparing to coax him next.
But at the next moment, what Zhao Lingfei didn't expect was that before she could wave a big stick, give a sweet date, and perfectly execute the first charioteer style, Brother Rong'er suddenly spoke.
"Okay," Zhao Rong nodded calmly, then turned his gaze slightly, moved away from Zhao Lingfei, and said softly, "Then I miss someone else."
Someone else! Another woman?
In an instant, Concubine Zhao Ling's almond-shaped eyes widened and she stared at Zhao Rong. Her tightly closed red lips opened slightly, revealing a piece of pink peach land hidden inside.
However, Zhao Rong did not look at the lady's lovely expression and alluring scenery at this moment.
He tilted his head, pretending to be nonchalant, looking at the scenery on the lake, and said casually:
"My wife doesn't want me to think about it, so I can think of someone else. This kind of thing is beyond my control."
"no!"
boom
Zhao Lingfei put the bowl on the table hard and refused without thinking.