Chapter 239 The Farthest Distance in the World (Part 2)
Zhao Rong did not let Zhao Lingfei think too much.
He then "threatened":
"I would get tired of you if you did something stupid behind my back."
"Do...what stupid thing." Zhao Lingfei's voice, which was originally crisp but now slightly hoarse, came urgently from her arms, her voice was muffled.
Zhao Rong put one hand around Qingjun's slender waist and moved his other hand to gently caress her shoulders and back.
At the same time, he muttered words and kept listing:
"You willfully harm yourself, for example, if you break the sword's heart randomly and unexpectedly."
"If I don't practice seriously, I won't be able to become a female swordsman, so I won't be able to make a living."
"So you hurry up and practice hard, and when you reach the seventh level of Xiaoyao Sword Cultivator, it will be more honorable for me to take you out, husband."
"And husband, I am a selfish man. It doesn't matter when I get old. If you get old and this beauty that I like so much passes away, then I will hate you too, so you still have to practice seriously and wait until you enter the third stage.
If you reach the seventh realm or even higher, you will be able to look immortal and keep looking so good, you say how nice it is..."
The warm soft jade in Zhao Rong's arms gradually calmed down, and she listened quietly. Then she suddenly spoke, in a thin and weak voice, "Not good."
Zhao Rong paused and said, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Lingfei said seriously: "I also want you to never grow old. If we want to grow old, we will grow old together. If we don't grow old, we won't grow old either. We want to grow old together."
"No, reject it."
Zhao Rong refused without thinking.
Zhao Lingfei raised her buried head and rested her chin on his thick shoulder. Her eyes were slightly red and the tip of her nose was red, but there was no sound of crying. At this time, her attention was diverted and she frowned and said:
"Why, brother Rong'er."
The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth curled up slightly, but they soon calmed down. He coughed slightly and then said sternly: "If it doesn't work, it won't work. There are so many reasons why."
Zhao Lingfei pursed her lips and said stubbornly: "You are unreasonable."
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing. He stopped stroking her shoulder and hugged the little white rabbit that had fallen into the tiger's mouth without knowing it. He smiled proudly and said:
"I just realized it was too late. Our family talks about everything except being unreasonable. I have the final say and you just listen and that's it. You fool, you can't run away anymore."
"Let me go, let me go quickly. Brother Rong'er, you are a bastard. You are getting worse and worse, and you only know how to bully me..." Zhao Lingfei struggled, but her delicate body was only twisting from left to right, and she didn't seem to want to
He really looked like he was breaking free.
How could Zhao Rong really listen to what Zhao Lingfei said and let her go? His expression was solemn and expressionless, and he continued to follow the "house rules".
"Still want to run away? Qingjun, let me tell you, if you dare to leave without your husband's consultation and consent in the future, I will capture you no matter how far away you are, and deal with you according to the family law!"
Zhao Lingfei stopped struggling, raised her hands, and hugged him back. She narrowed her eyes lightly, like a kitten basking in the sun. She felt very warm and felt at ease, "Okay, then you are not allowed to leave me without permission."
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"Needless to say, without you, who will my little son-in-law have to eat? Isn't this the same as a beggar losing his job? You think so, right? It's my little job."
"Puch," Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly and complained angrily: "What kind of messy metaphor is this? It's just nonsense. By the way, Brother Rong'er, what is our family law?"
Her tone was doubtful.
Zhao Rong frowned, "You don't know?"
Zhao Lingfei shook her head.
"really do not know?"
Zhao Lingfei thought for a while and said, "I don't know, just tell me."
Zhao Rong turned his head, whispered in her ear: "Spank."
Zhao Lingfei: “…………”
Zhao Rong said seriously: "Madam, don't worry, we won't beat you in public, let's go to the house and beat her."
Concubine Zhao Ling's ears were stained with rouge again. She buried her head in Zhao Rong's arms and hit him with her pink fist.
He said with embarrassment, "Why do you think of bad things?"
Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked at his wife's embarrassed and shy look. He suddenly found it interesting and allowed her to scold her.
Gradually, when Zhao Rong saw that Zhao Rong was not resisting, Zhao Lingfei also stopped moving and became quiet. Just when Zhao Rong thought that Zhao Lingfei was going to argue with him about the family law, her voice came out weakly, with a little tinge.
curious.
"Should I hit you through my clothes, or without my clothes?"
Zhao Rong was stunned, he really hadn't thought about this problem.
Zhao Rong blinked and blew into the ear of Qingjun, who had his head buried in his arms, "Do you want to put it on... or take it off?"
Zhao Lingfei pressed her forehead against Zhao Rong's chest and began to beat him with her fists.
Zhao Rong smiled and stopped teasing Qing Jun. He hugged her and shook her gently, "Fool."
"You are not stupid, you are stupid." Zhao Lingfei suddenly raised her head, bit her lip and said stubbornly, then she put her face against his shoulder and rubbed it.
"Hey, don't get your snot on my clothes."
"I'm going to rub it!" Zhao Lingfei buried her face, twisting her temples, and the tassels on Bu Yao swayed more and more. In the end, she bit Zhao Rong's shoulder, her tone was vicious, but she couldn't speak clearly.
:
"I have runny nose, do you dislike me?"
Zhao Rong nodded, "I already dislike you to death. If you smear your nose on my clothes again, I will detain you today and lock you in the room to wash clothes."
"Huh." Zhao Lingfei's pretty face tightened and her voice was cold, "I'm not afraid of you, you can't take mine."
Snapped!
"Ah." Zhao Lingfei exclaimed, "You..."
Snapped!
There was another sound, clearer than before, echoing in the empty courtyard.
Zhao Rong put away the hand that had enforced the family law and said with a straight face: "Call me husband."
Zhao Lingfei stared at her almond-shaped eyes, and she wanted to protest loudly, but when she encountered Zhao Rong's expressionless expression, she swallowed it down weakly.
Her tone was aggrieved, but her voice was clear, "Husband, husband."
Zhao Rong nodded lightly, "My wife is so good."
Zhao Lingfei puffed her mouth slightly, put her hands behind her back, and covered her head.
Zhao Rong coughed twice and felt that he was a little too strong just now, so he reached down and wanted to help Qingjun rub it.
It's just that Zhao Lingfei didn't want him to get something cheap and eat tofu cheaply, so she quickly grabbed his claws...
She took a deep breath, her pretty eyes were filled with ice, and she glared at him: "Husband, please respect yourself!"
Zhao Rong blinked and nodded, raised his hand and scratched the tip of his nose, but this hand...
"you!"
The ice in Zhao Lingfei's autumn eyes suddenly melted, and her brows were filled with shyness. She raised her hand and punched him again.
So and so.
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei quarreled for a while, then found a suitable clean place in the abandoned yard and sat down to drink porridge.
And what happened in the heart lake before.
Zhao Rong didn't ask Qingjun if he had the secret ability to peer into the lake of the heart. What could he see? Was it able to capture thoughts, was it similar to searching for souls, or was it just distinguishing between true and false words? For example, the two questions she asked at the beginning were against her forehead.
question.
Or maybe Qingjun didn’t watch it at all?
Zhao Rong didn't know.
And Concubine Zhao Ling didn't mention anything, and didn't even answer his question of "Is Liu Kongyi there?"
At this time, neither of them mentioned it again, as if it had never happened.
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Half an hour later.
"Madam, I was in the pavilion just now. I was actually going to get porridge. I didn't mean to leave you."
"I...had guessed it."
"Then why don't you wait."
"I don't want to, I don't want to gamble, I don't want to wait, even if it's just for a moment."
"Lady."
"Um."
"It's so kind of you."
"Idiot, you just know."
"I knew it earlier."
"How early?"
"First time I see you."
"Aunt Liu said we were only one year old at that time."
Zhao Rong said seriously: "Yes, you kept kicking me in the cradle."
"Why do you even..." Zhao Lingfei opened her eyes wide, but stopped talking, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, handed it to him, and when she saw him eating it, she raised her head and said:
"Okay, whoever asked you to kiss me is so young and dishonest, I will kick you."
Zhao Rongzheng lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, then raised his head curiously, "What did you say?"
Concubine Zhao Ling stared at him with her cold eyes.
"I said, let you kiss me, huh, I won't kick you... uh uh... uh."
Halfway through her arrogant words, she was gagged, and the man's eyes were very close.
Zizzi!
"Uh...uh uh..."
After half a stick of incense.
Zizzi!
Bo!
Zhao Rong leaned back, then stretched out his fingers and scratched off the crystal silver thread connecting the two petals. He turned back, adjusting his Confucian shirt, and shook his head, "I have never heard of such a strange thing.
Require."
"…………"
Zhao Lingfei's autumn eyes widened and she stared at him angrily. Her slightly swollen pink lips subconsciously opened and closed slightly, and she was breathing out fragrance slightly.
Her lip color was a little different in the sunlight.
Zhao Rong snatched the bowl from Zhao Lingfei's hand, took a spoonful of it, and brought it to the glass of water that had been drained to the bottom.
Zhao Lingfei bit her silver teeth. She couldn't do anything to deal with this shameless bastard, so she turned her face away and said, "It's cold, so I won't eat it."
Zhao Rong touched the wall of the bowl and nodded, but his eyes suddenly brightened, "It's okay, I'll warm you up."
Slowly, as I kept feeding the porridge, I no longer needed a spoon...
Above our heads, the sun is rising, and noon has arrived.