Concubine Zhao Ling did not expect that Zhao Rong had been listening from behind, nor did she expect that the little fellow Taoist Tao Yuanran mentioned was actually her husband.
But at this moment, she didn't have time to think about this, because... Zhao Rong's movements were too intimate.
At this time, Zhao Rong was arranging Zhao Lingfei's hair. The two of them were very close to each other, and he leaned forward slightly, causing the two of them to be almost touching.
Zhao Lingfei was almost in Zhao Rong's arms. She raised her head, her two autumn eyes turned up slightly, reflecting his calm face and raising her hand to pick leaves.
There were glances all around and the teasing laughter of the old man in the pavilion.
The next second, Zhao Lingfei lowered her head, not daring to look at her husband. She even leaned her upper body back slightly, trying to get away from the warm embrace that made her cheeks feel hot.
"do not move."
Zhao Rong took another small step forward and picked leaves for her to tidy up her hair.
His tone was gentle, not an order, but Zhao Lingfei did not dare to move anymore. She quickly raised her head, glanced at his expression, lowered her head again, and turned away.
The two of them got closer.
There were strange looks all around.
Zhao Lingfei, like Zhao Rong, ignored it. Just like the young couple had quietly agreed before, they lived alone and didn't care about other people's affairs.
She bit her lip, looked down at his shoes and clothes, stretched out her hands naturally, and straightened Zhao Rong's clothes at the waistband in full view of everyone.
Zhao Lingfei and a young wife were welcoming her husband home. While moving her hands gently, she whispered: "You, why are you here?"
Zhao Rong ignored some of the blank stares and chuckled: "I miss you, so I can't come. Well, Qingjun goes to my place every time. This time, I'm here to check the post too."
Zhao Lingfei forgot about her shyness and couldn't help but raise her head and glare at him, her tone a little aggrieved, "Okay, check it out, there are so many men around me now, and we are in class together, are you angry?"
Although she said it in such an angry tone, her heart felt as sweet as honey.
Zhao Rong kept moving his hands, holding up the jade hairpin inserted between her black hair, and then flexing his fingers to hook Qing Jing's fingers playfully.
He blinked, "I'm angry, why aren't you angry? I'm so angry with my husband. I'll tell them not to run away after school later."
Zhao Lingfei's autumn eyes opened slightly, and she quickly bumped her white forehead against her husband's thick chest. Her tone was half fierce and half endearing, "You, you are not allowed to do stupid things."
Zhao Rong said with a straight face: "No, tell them not to run away after school."
Zhao Lingfei was afraid and said: "Brother Rong'er, please don't misunderstand me. Qingjun didn't even pay attention to them..."
Zhao Rong shook his head, his tone serious.
"No, we have to ask them to stay. Silly lady, they are all your sects, and we can see each other without looking up in Xiaoyao Mansion. No matter what, I have to pay for a meal. It's not good for you to be so introverted and deserted.
Basic social etiquette still needs to be maintained."
Zhao Lingfei: “…………”
Zhao Qian'er: "......"
Concubine Zhao Ling pinched the flesh on his waist with her bare hands, and then twisted it.
He raised his head again and glanced at him with Qiu Miao, "You are the only one who is poor."
Zhao Rong smiled and just took a deep breath.
Zhao Lingfei quickly let go and gently rubbed her husband's waist with her soft, boneless hands.
She thought for a while, her temples swaying slightly.
"Forget it, husband, it's better not to treat them. I'm really not familiar with them, but I do have some friendships with some senior sisters in the mansion. If husband really wants to treat them, I can call them."
Zhao Lingfei paused, then said casually: "By the way, husband, that Fairy Liu is here too, and she happened to be shouting too."
The movements of Zhao Rong's hands were not stagnant, and his expression was the same as usual, with a smile on his face and shaking his head.
"Those senior sisters of yours, what do I have to treat you? It's not like I haven't seen Nuanxi Yaji before. I don't worry about how the relationship between the lady and them is handled. It's just a treat. I'm a Confucian scholar, so I still want to do it in private."
To avoid suspicion."
"Yeah." Zhao Lingfei nodded lightly, looked at Zhao Rong with her autumn eyes, and said in a casual tone:
"Senior sisters, we'll talk later. But as for Fairy Liu, it's not the same thing that her husband has been holding off on drinking her cup of tea. This time, Fairy Liu happens to be here, so I'll just drink it.
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Zhao Rong was still gently arranging his wife's hair. When he heard this, his eyes did not shift in the slightest.
The man's intuition told Zhao Rong.
Danger!
Even without turning around, you would know that Qingjun and Qian'er must be watching his expression carefully at this moment.
Moreover, the gazes of the two women were about to turn into reality.
Zhao Rong couldn't feel it.
He even knew very well that the current question must be answered within two breaths, and a qualified answer must be given without any hesitation.
Otherwise, even if the reply was only a second late, Zhao Rong would not be able to hold Qingjun's hand and walk out of the gate of Taiqing Mansion today. As for tasting the food in his son's cafeteria before going down the mountain, it would be even more impossible.
If he doesn't handle it well, even Xiao Qian'er will probably ignore him.
After Zhao Lingfei finished speaking, in less than a breath, Zhao Rong, who had a strong desire to survive and could be called his natal magical power, had already thought about something thousands of miles away.
He suddenly frowned, looked down at Zhao Lingfei, and said in a confused voice:
"Qingjun, why do you mean I keep putting off drinking? That Li Xianzi...is her name Li Xianzi?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, "Forget it, no matter what her last name is, Qingjun, why did I delay drinking it? Why should I drink that fairy's tea? It was inexplicable that she handed me tea, how did it become me?
Is it a question of whether to drink or not?”
He smiled helplessly and said:
"Qingjun, I've heard a little bit about this, but I'm not her expert. Later I heard someone said it wasn't the little girl from Lvzhu who filled in the word 'Nong'?"
"Well, maybe she got a little bit of inspiration from me. The little girl Luzhu is either extremely smart or she got into it by mistake. But what happens next has nothing to do with me?"
Zhao Rong categorically put forward a philosophical proposition that transcended the times:
"Is it possible that if someone is injured while fencing, the injured person has to go to the swordsmith to find the trouble? Well, what kind of sword is this?"
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and looked at Zhao Qianer.
The little girl's eyes showed appreciation, and she tapped her chin against the indignant Zhao Rong, signaling to Zhao Lingfei, "Uh-huh, you've passed the test so-so."
Zhao Lingfei was noncommittal.
She acted as if nothing had happened and did not mention the topic again.
Zhao Rong looked at the lady who continued to lower her head to tidy up his clothes carefully and gently, quietly looked at her face, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I secretly thought it was dangerous!
The key to Qingjun's question just now is not his attitude about whether he drinks tea or not. If you think it is, then you only saw Qingjun on the second floor.
Then he stood on the third floor and answered, saying that he would never drink Liu Kongyi’s tea.
Well, congratulations. When you look up, you will find that Qingjun is actually standing on the fourth floor.
The door to your son's cafeteria is completely closed, and you can't even think of eating with your son.
Therefore, in order to grab food with his son, Zhao Rong stood on the fifth floor.
If he only focuses on the question of whether to drink tea or not, then no matter how resolute the answer is, doesn't it mean that he is acquiescing to the premise that he is Liu Kongyi's "one-word master" and has a close relationship with her?
Hey, Qingjun, this is a way of talking.
Between the lines, there are all routines, and you can fall in without paying attention.
Zhao Rong was secretly alert.
Most of the time, my wife is very virtuous and well-behaved, but occasionally, for some unknown reason, some life-threatening problems will arise.
The key is that Qingjun still hides these propositions behind the daily sentiments, making it unclear whether she really means that, whether it is a woman's instinct that suddenly comes to mind, or whether she has a delicate mind that has long been remembered in her heart...
At this moment, Zhao Qian'er next to her saw that Brother Rong'er only had eyes for the young lady, and her expression was unhappy. She tilted her little head and leaned over, with the fairy hair on her head tilted to one side, giving her a cute and fairy look.
"Brother Rong'er, I want it too."
The little girl arched her head and motioned for Zhao Rong to take care of her as well.
Zhao Rong laughed and raised his hand to help her tidy up her hair.
While Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er were whispering, other people on the field could not sit still.
There was silence in the open space, everyone was watching the man and two women getting intimate.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Now, you two have had enough. Can you stop showing off your affection? Mr. Tao is still in class.
And it’s almost noon, can you spare some for everyone?
Zhao Lingfei also seemed to feel something was wrong. There was something wrong with the situation the two of them were currently in.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m shy, or because I feel like the people around me are in the way.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she tugged at the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes with her bare hands.
Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head and glanced inside the pavilion. Tao Yuanran was waiting quietly with a kind face, as if he was waiting for the young couple to finish making love.
She pursed her lips and took a step forward, "Mr. Tao, please..."
Zhao Lingfei's words suddenly stopped, because Zhao Rong had already held her hand, and then he blocked her eyes like a mountain, and spoke to everyone...