Chapter 238 The Farthest Distance in the World (Part 1)
Concubine Zhao Ling stared into Zhao Rong's eyes with shining eyes, speechless.
His eyes were gentle and dotted with paint. At this moment, it was all about her and no one else.
The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between the Nine-Heaven Kunpeng Map of North Kunpeng Continent and the journey south to South Xiaoyao Continent; it is not the distance between death and life; it is not the distance between me standing in front of you and you not knowing that I love you.
And using an indifferent heart creates a gap for those who love you.
now.
This natural chasm has been crossed.
In the heart of Zhao Lingfei's lotus pond, lotus flowers are in full bloom, green plum blossoms are singing, and bamboo horses are jumping for joy.
The living water in his heart lake seemed to pour in from a distance, nourishing her dry heart lake and slowly washing away the accumulated mud...
Zhao Lingfei's hand that was originally hanging by her side slowly raised it to hug him and hug him tightly.
I can't help myself.
Zhao Rong also put down the hand holding her face and hugged Zhao Lingfei forcefully into his arms.
In the autumn wind, under the warm sun, the two hugged each other, still touching each other, silently, and there was no need to make a sound.
Because no words are as powerful as actions.
Their hearts are close to each other, and the lake in their hearts is right in front of each other. It is like a rainbow in a lake, flowing with colorful colors. From time to time, some illusory bubbles appear, and the flowing light and shadow appear on the surface, or the interpretation of a special event in the past.
Fragments of memories, or a face buried deep in the lake, or some bizarre fantasies that have never been humane.
This is what they think about day and night, look forward to, admire and wish for.
As long as they are willing and have the means, they can see what they want to see.
However, for Zhao Rong, who has no spiritual energy cultivation, and whose sword spirit does not know whether it is out of anger or fear of being discovered, he can't see anything at this moment, and can only feel Qing Jun's temperature coming from his forehead. She clearly knows that
The piercing autumn eyes, and the jasmine scent flowing from the lips.
In other words, the revelation of the inner world this time was only one-sided, and it was only Concubine Zhao Ling who could look at it.
Zhao Rong stared quietly at the autumn eyes in front of him. He had never looked at Qingjun so carefully as he did now.
Her long autumn eyes are so beautiful.
And now.
There were his eyes in her eyes.
There were her eyes in his eyes again.
Overlapping and overlapping, they are all the same and cannot be distinguished from each other.
As for whether Qingjun has magical powers and secret methods that can capture his inner thoughts, he is very knowledgeable.
Zhao Rong didn't know.
The possibility is unlikely, but Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly wants to take a look, so there is a big possibility that there is some kind of special method.
In fact, Zhao Rong didn't want to know the details. He just wanted to show this fool a look.
I want to give this. I am arrogant and aloof in front of outsiders, but I am always clumsy and weak in front of him. It seems that I finally mustered up the courage to be my husband once, and I am about to succeed and become the "lord", but in the end I feel stupid.
The fool who bowed his head and surrendered, but ended up completely defeated, took a look at her husband's heart.
Except for the stupid Xiaoxiao who was even more stupid than Qingjun, Zhao Rong had no intention of letting her know and deliberately concealed Qingjun's:
A cheap sword spirit who doesn't seem to have much use other than his arrogant and poisonous tongue to relieve boredom in his spare time.
A big dream on the wedding night and this strange dream was also mentioned to her.
Agreeing to an old friend's agreement, well, it can also be said that he is doing the "express delivery business" as a side job in addition to being a Confucian scholar.
She wanted to find a bright moon from the bottom of the Ting Ni Purple Gold Furnace and place it on the lake of her heart.
He was curious about the scene of hundreds of schools of thought contending in Tu Nanzhou, and wanted to go back to Nanxiaoyaozhou to find his father's whereabouts.
A little bit envious of "dog" Lin Wenruo, the eighteenth-century concubine.
Recently, there are two more.
One is that the weather has been very cold recently. Drinking honey water can no longer quench my thirst and keep me warm. I want to ask Qingjun for advice on her needlework for knitting autumn clothes. Can she measure it with bare hands and knit one of the right size?
Warm autumn clothes.
Another is the joyful idea of letting Yu Huaijin, a boring guy who keeps a straight face all day long as if everyone owes her a hundred spiritual stones, draw the word "正" under his pointer.
Other than that.
He is full of awe-inspiring righteousness.
Full of knowledge and knowledge.
The poetry and calligraphy spirit is about to burst out of my chest.
Excuse me, what is there to hide in these?
Especially the last few, we also need to look at the heart lake? Isn't this very obvious?
The first few are all "secrets" that Qingjun will ask directly if he asks.
The middle thoughts are what Zhao Rong really wants to let Qingjun know, so that he won't have to open his mouth.
As for whether Qingjun will see a certain little fox demon in the heart lake...
Zhao Rong exhaled softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Zhao Lingfei, who was leaning against his forehead in a daze.
The latter was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.
Zhao Rong held the "warm fragrant nephrite" in his arms for an unknown amount of time.
He narrowed his eyes and suddenly spoke.
"Fool, have you seen clearly? Do I have that in my heart...Liu Kongyi?"
Zhao Rong had a gravelly voice and a smile in his tone.
Zhao Lingfei's eyes were clear and crystal clear, and she was still staring straight into his eyes.
I don't know whether I was attracted by the dark eyes of the only person in my heart and became obsessed with it, or... I was already in the heart of my sweetheart, looking at my sweetheart.
"Big jealous jar." Zhao Rong leaned his upper body forward slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the tip of her red nose intimately.
Zhao Lingfei brushed her eyelashes and blinked her eyes. She sniffed and did not answer Zhao Rong's question.
The two of them were so close that every time they took a breath, they were touching each other's lips.
In the air, the only sound of the two breathing was rising and falling.
Zhao Lingfei was quiet for a moment, then called out again: "Brother Rong'er."
Zhao Rong tightened her grip and said, "Yes."
Zhao Lingfei sniffed and said, "Do you like me?"
"Zhongyi." Zhao Rong did not hesitate.
"Yes, how much do you like it?"
He thought about it seriously.
"The best of this life."
As soon as the words fell, Zhao Rong was hugged tightly by two slender jade hands.
Their foreheads were pressed apart, their noses brushed, and Zhao Lingfei threw herself into his arms.
Zhao Rong felt as if Qingjun was about to sink into his body. The black jade she had hidden among the soft jade made him hurt.
Zhao Rong couldn't see her expression, but he could clearly feel Qingjun's delicate body trembling. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but she was radiating hot warmth.
It seemed to melt him.
Zhao Rong also hugged Qingjun hard. He closed his eyes slightly, rested his chin on her shoulder, looked at the dilapidated yard behind her, and said slowly and softly: "What's wrong, Qingjun?"
"It's okay." Zhao Lingfei said with a smile, a drop of refractive pearl falling from the corner of her eye, "Brother Rong'er, you, you are so kind."
Zhao Rong said nothing.
Zhao Lingfei raised her head and looked at the empty yard, "Brother Rong'er, will you hate me?"
"Yes." Zhao Rong said without hesitation, and immediately he left and felt the delicate body in his arms trembling again.