Zhao Rong felt something extremely oppressive falling on his face.
This is Qingjun's sight.
Zhao Rong's expression did not change, he still pinched Qian'er's face with his hand and looked at Qing Jun with a smile.
He was also observing her face carefully.
The two looked at each other.
Obviously, time has only passed for a short while, just like the hourglass of time, only a few grains of white dust have fallen.
Zhao Rong's laughter had just finished speaking, but it was still echoing in the narrow streets.
Qian'er was still stunned after her face was pinched by a certain claw again, and she didn't have time to react.
Such a short time.
Zhao Rong felt that his life had been extremely long.
His eyes met with Qingjun's.
Just like one glance, it lasts ten thousand years.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.
The cold-tempered woman in front of him sometimes gave him the impression that she was a clumsy and obedient woman.
Sometimes, it is a beautiful green lotus that can be seen from a distance but not played with, isolated from the world, pure and pure.
And sometimes, like a wise, arrogant and cold fairy in the sky, looking down on the world from a high place.
Just like now, no one can guess what she is thinking or knowing.
Zhao Rong knew that these three completely different Qingjuns were not actually contradictory.
It's just his subjective feeling.
And this feeling comes from...the inevitable gap between people.
Even couples and relatives who are close to each other may have this kind of estrangement because of a minor conflict.
What's more, Zhao Rong actually has a little fox hidden in his heart.
So he subjectively felt "far".
But what Zhao Rong was not sure about was.
At this moment, Qingjun was quietly looking at him, wondering if he felt the same way as him.
But Zhao Rong knew.
As long as he takes a step forward, takes Qingjun's hand, and feels her softness and warmth.
This barrier will disappear immediately.
Then Qingjun will become a woman who is close to him again.
This is a strange experience between lovers. Sometimes, among thousands of words of love, none of the actions of "making the other person feel that you care" are important.
But the root of the problem still exists.
Will come again in the future.
As for how to solve it.
Zhao Rong has actually been waiting.
Wait until that time when the two people's hearts connected and the lake turned upside down, the "consequences" appeared.
It's just that Qingjun kept acting as if nothing had happened, leaving him unsure whether she had the means to take a look.
In other words, what did you see at that glance?
At the same time, Zhao Rong was still waiting for the right time to come.
Let Xiaoxiao and Qingjun meet safely.
He wanted to make sure that the meeting between the two would go without a hitch.
Zhao Rong didn't want to take even a 10% risk.
Because Zhao Rong could not afford any loss to the two first-class women in his heart.
So he kept waiting and waiting until now.
Is this really the right time?
In the quiet alley at this moment.
Zhao Rong's expression was calm, but he was fighting endlessly inside.
There was only Qingjun in his field of vision.
The cold woman who looked a little 'far away'.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt an urge to rush forward, hugging her, and rubbing her tightly into his heart regardless of his own safety.
It's just that before this emotion has reached its climax, someone has already taken action.
Zhao Lingfei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her green and Dutch-colored embroidered shoes suddenly took a small step forward, then stopped, as if accidentally.
But then her embroidered shoes continued to rise again.
Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and adjusted her wide and elegant purple sleeves on her right hand, then walked slowly to Zhao Rong's side and gently took his arm.
She tightened her hands around Zhao Rong's arms.
At the same time, his autumn eyes moved, he glanced at Qian'er who looked aggrieved, and nodded lightly.
"Well, she is indeed a little maid. I am not the same as her."
Zhao Rong was silent for a while, feeling the warmth and softness of the body of the woman holding hands and leaning against him.
This warm feeling is transmitted continuously.
This is true for both of them.
Zhao Rong turned his head and quietly looked at Qingjun's beautiful curved profile, and pursed his lips.
"Miss."
Qian'er shouted sadly.
Concubine Zhao Ling smiled lightly, raised her bare hand, and took down Zhao Rong's hand that was still holding Qian'er's red face, as if she had forgotten to put it down.
The little girl's round face, which had suffered so much, finally escaped the clutches of the devil.
She whined twice, and finally she was so angry that she punched Zhao Rong twice with her pink fist, "Brother Smelly Rong'er, you are a big pig's hooves, you know how to bully me..."
Zhao Rong ignored the little girl's thoughts for a while.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand that had just squeezed Qian'er. A soft and white plain hand was covering the back of his hand, and he was about to pull away at this moment.
Zhao Rong silently grabbed her with his backhand and tightly grasped her catkins with his big hands.
Her thumb caressed and rubbed Zhao Lingfei's palm.
Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyes slightly and glanced at her husband.
This small intimate gesture made the two of them silently understand each other, standing next to each other.
Zhao Rong suddenly smiled and said: "It's getting late, so let's go back to the academy first."
Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er both nodded.
The former took Zhao Rong's arm and walked towards the entrance of the alley together.
Qian'er stood still and did not immediately move to follow.
The little girl stood tall and graceful, with her hands behind her back, and the look of grievance on her face had disappeared.
Her face was still red, but her face was calm. She quietly stared at the backs of Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei for a while.
"Brother Rong'er... has really changed a lot... Is it Uncle Xiaobai's bottle of wine? Well, he has the monthly money... During the days when I was away, the lady seemed to have had a lot of things happen with him...
And, well, Brother Stinky Rong'er, even I can't recognize him, he's a big stinky pig's hoof..."
After a while, Zhao Qianer tilted her head and smiled, and quickly chased the young lady and uncle who were about to go away in front of them.
Zhao Rong returned to Linlu Academy with Qingjun and Qianer.
He followed the procedures and helped Qian'er register on the admission list.
The next time she comes to look for him, she will no longer be blocked by the rules of the academy.
Zhao Rong and his party of three were walking on the way back to Mochi Academy.
It's just that the combination of a man named Zhao Rong and two beauties is really eye-catching.
Today, Concubine Zhao Ling is dressed in dark purple clothes again, which are transformed from purity. Apart from the color, anyone with a discerning eye will know that this purple clothes is mysterious and unusual.
Therefore, it is inevitable to avoid the side glances of passers-by.
This made Zhao Rong, who was somewhat macho, a little troubled.
He felt very disadvantaged when someone else looked at the woman he loved so much.
As for pride and complacency, Zhao Rong has long since faded away from this feeling and is no longer such a low-interest person.
Now he is eager to hide his wife...
Fortunately, today is not the era of Zhao Rong's previous life.
Zhao Lingfei was conservative and polite, and she seemed to understand Zhao Rong, or the men's thoughts very well, although he never had any requirements for his clothing.
But Qingjun never wore any cool clothes, but mostly dressed like a conservative wife of a Confucian scholar.
So in general, Zhao Rong has nothing to be dissatisfied with except that Zhao Lingfei is too beautiful and often makes other people turn around when walking on the street.
At this time, Zhao Rong, who was walking with Qingjun on his arm, couldn't help but smile at the unfair conclusion he had drawn in his mind.
He shook his head.
He also said that the lady is a jealous person, and he himself is not much better...
"By the way, Qingjun, weren't you waiting for me at Dongli Xiaozhu before? Why did you suddenly run outside the academy again? Are you looking for Qian'er? Then what did you buy at that restaurant?"
Zhao Rong was full of doubts about what happened in a short period of time.
Zhao Lingfei squinted at Qian'er, who was jumping around and following them.
She shook her head.
"Who wants to find this little girl? She passed the trial a few days ago. Not long after she came back, it was time to get familiar with the affairs of Xiaoyao Mansion with her fellow disciples."
"I told her to stay in Xiaoyao Mansion and not to run out in a hurry. You are always in the academy and you can't run away. Opportunities come often, but she refuses to obey. It would be better to let this little girl wait outside for a while.
"
Zhao Rong smiled, looked at Qian'er who stuck out her tongue, and reached out to rub her head.
The little girl jumped back alertly and gave him a fierce look.
Zhao Lingfei slowly replied:
"I took your key and on the way to Dongli Xiaozhu, I happened to run into Senior Brother. He mentioned to me the matter of Mr. Yan holding a seabass banquet. He told me seriously several times and told me to supervise you.
Let’s go to the banquet with you.”
Speaking of this, she looked forward to Zhao Rong with her beautiful eyes and smiled as brightly as Yan.
"I heard you said that Mr. Yan likes to drink, so I went out to buy a bottle of fine wine. There are no fairy shops here, so I can't buy fairy wine, but the shopkeeper of the restaurant said that the gentlemen in the academy all like the Songhua wine in their restaurant.
, I just picked up a jar and left."
Zhao Lingfei did not look at her husband, but looked ahead and spoke softly:
"Knowing that you like to eat preserved eggs, I also ordered three plates to serve as snacks for you, Mr. Yan, and the senior brothers..."
"Brother Rong'er, although Mr. Yan values you, you can't go to the banquet empty-handed. Next time I'm not around, you should also pay attention..."
"In addition, I cleaned your house and took a closer look. I found that you have a lot of living expenses that you haven't purchased yet. How can you live like this? I bought some for you. Well, I'll go there later.
See if there are any other items missing..."
The smile on Zhao Rong's lips gradually dropped. He turned his head and looked at his wife's beautiful profile quietly.
Her clear and soft voice was in my ears, but she was talking about trivial matters at home.
Zhao Rong was slightly startled.
Even Qian'er, who had been active next to him, became quiet, his eyes darting between the young lady and Brother Rong'er.
Zhao Lingfei stared ahead seriously and spoke clearly what she had been thinking about in her heart.
She continues to "take care" of her husband who lives a casual life with all her treasures.
"Also, I see that your bed is neatly made, and there is some dust on it. Brother Rong'er, have you not gone to bed to rest for a long time? Do you rest casually on a chair or a desk?"
Zhao Lingfei frowned, "This is not possible. Even if you are in good health now, you still need necessary rest. Don't forget about food and sleep while studying. When you are exhausted, you should go to the bed and sleep for a while... Brother Rong'er, did you hear that?
?”
"...Oh, I heard you, Qingjun."
"Well, don't deal with me. I'll come back next time. By the way, Brother Rong'er, are you short of money? I have some money here that I saved. If you want to use it, feel free to take it...
Well, Brother Rong'er, I'm not teaching you how to do things, just..."
"Madam, I am not short of money now. You spend a lot of money practicing, so you don't need to give it to me. Besides, it's okay. Madam taught me how to do things."
Someone interrupted, blinked, and said unethical words without blushing or heartbeat.
"Husband, really?"
"real."
"Lady."
"Um?"
Someone whispered: "You are so kind."
The woman squinted at him, "You just know that?"
…
After half a stick of incense.
Zhao Rong brought Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er to Suixingtang.
Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er were waiting outside the door.
Zhao Rong ignored the strange looks from the students in Suixing Hall and entered the hall to continue his class.
About a quarter of an hour later, the make-up calligraphy class on the holiday ended.
Everyone dispersed.
Zhao Rong packed up his things and glanced at the empty school.
He picked up a few inkstones he had used, and took Qingjun and Qianer, who were waiting, to the lakeside to wash ink.
After that, the three of them will go to Mr. Yan’s seabass banquet...