Zhao Rong wondered if he was hearing hallucinations.
But no matter what, if there is a misunderstanding, Qingjun will give him a blank look at worst.
The next second, Zhao Rong jumped onto the carriage with lightning speed.
With this agile movement and decisive posture, if a scholar named Lin from Zhongnan Country were present at this moment, he would definitely roll up his sleeves, give a thumbs up, and sigh with a smile.
Brother Zhao is majestic and heroic, and he already has the demeanor of a Kunpeng martial artist. Even compared with the Emperor Wu who attained enlightenment in the flesh tens of thousands of years ago, he is not far behind.
After Zhao Rong heard this, he would most likely wave his hands modestly and talk about something. This younger brother is definitely not as powerful as Mr. Lin, who married eighteen times a day and had at least eighteen times a night.
The carriage gradually started to move.
However, although Rong'er brother just got into the car, he looked anxious. Well, this is how Zhao Qian'er felt.
But after getting on the carriage, he seemed to be a different person. He calmed down and sat upright between her and the young lady. He looked very upright and behaved like a gentleman along the way.
In the carriage, Zhao Qian'er raised her head and looked at Zhao Rong's thin face on the right side with her dark eyes.
Her naturally endearing peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons in the changing light and dark carriage.
Well, you big smelly pig's hooves, what you want is very big.
…
Although Wutong Street in Duyoudongcheng is not as famous as the streets at the foot of Youshan that are famous throughout the city and lined with aristocratic families.
But it is also a place of wealth and nobility, not a place that ordinary monks on the mountain can afford to live.
In fact, many monks on the mountain do not have extra financial resources, and are not willing to buy real estate in prosperous monk cities.
After all, cultivation is a top priority that costs money, and there are many monks on the mountain who travel around and are very mobile.
And the sects of many monks in the Xianjia sect are also established in the Immortal Mountain Blessed Land, and there will be special caves arranged.
For example, there are many Xianjia sects located around Duyou City, not to mention the two largest sects in Beiwangque.
For monks with the means of the Immortal Family, traveling to and from the bustling Duyou City is quick and convenient.
Therefore, ordinary monks would not live in the city unless necessary.
Of course, if you have strong financial resources, you can just buy, buy, buy and live in the city.
On this street, which has the auspicious and auspicious name of "Fengqi Wutong", there are mansions and courtyards with light and luxurious buildings, carved dragons and paintings.
The masters, owners of these mansions.
Let’s talk about it in detail.
There are elders from great immortal families such as Weiweishan and Xinran Sect, senior officials working in Youlan Mansion, and Mr. Academy who likes to live in the city leisurely.
There are also nobles from the top ten wealthy families in Duyou City who raise illegitimate children here.
Or maybe they were just foreign monks who settled in Duyou, lived there a few times and then left the mansion behind.
Etc., etc.
In addition, the most influential people are those from various places in Wangquezhou who buy luxury properties on Wutong Street.
For example, some royal nobles of the Yamashita dynasty, nobles and nobles who have a profound influence on the state affairs of a country, have influence over the Immortal Sects on the Mountain in several countries.
Most of these things were told by Gu Yiwu to Zhao Rong. Those days when he was sweeping the floor behind the academy, he was really bored.
So when Zhao Rong remembered that his wife seemed to have a property called "Qinglian Ju" on Wutong Street, he asked casually.
The burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes waved a broom that suited his liking with his big hands, and talked happily about some special places in Duyou City and the elegance of some streets.
Compared with Fan Yushu, a local who only knows a lot about the food, drink and entertainment in the city, and Miss Lu, who lives in the ordinary market and is only familiar with the customs and customs of Duyouxi City.
Gu Yiwu was indeed knowledgeable about some things in Duyoudongcheng.
He is worthy of being one of the seniors among the Mochi students of this year. He is able to control the wild-tempered special students in Zhengyi Hall.
Zhao Rong even doubted whether he lived at the corner of Wutong Street. How could he know so much?
The one who sweeps the streets of Wutong Street? Or the one who checks the place of birth and household registration for Youlan Mansion?
Zhao Rong smiled and asked Gu Yiwu, who was rough-looking but attentive.
The latter shook his head and asked with a serious face whether he, a professional son-in-law, knew other wives like his sister-in-law Zhao Xianzi, who were extremely talented in cultivation, beautiful in appearance, gentle and considerate to their husbands, and had a mine and a house at home.
The fairies of the Qing Dynasty are in urgent need of a strong man as their wife.
Zhao Rong frowned and thought for a while, looked up and down at the 'strong man' holding a broom in front of him with an expectant look on his face, and shook his head seriously:
"Brother Yiwu's appetite, hey, is a taboo for our son-in-law. The landlord's family doesn't have any surplus food. How can any fairy afford it?"
Gu Yiwu: “…………”
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In Duyou City, the lanterns are coming on.
To the north of Dongcheng, there is a broad street with wealthy mansions on both sides, the doors of which are closed.
If you stand on the street and look through the white walls of blue bricks and black tiles, the buildings in these houses are brightly lit.
Near the middle section of Wutong Street, there is a mansion with the plaque name "Qinglian Residence".
At this moment, in the courtyard of this four-door mansion, on the roof of a wing in the inner courtyard, there were two figures, one tall and one short, sitting side by side on the eaves under the moonlight.
Zhao Qian'er supported her chin with her two small hands, her arms rested on her knees, her little head held high, and her big black eyes stared unblinkingly at the bright moon rising over the sea in the distance.
At this time, the evening breeze blew the tips of her wet hair after bathing.
Zhao Qian'er had changed out of the goose-yellow dress she wore when shopping during the day and was wearing a light pink nightgown.
The light pink nightdress is thin and slim-fitting, making her petite figure look particularly well-proportioned and slender.
Thinking about it carefully, although Zhao Rong called her "little girl", the little girl is actually quite old, and her figure is like a willow branch slit in the spring breeze.
At this time, she was sitting on the eaves, supporting her chin with her little hand. On her slightly compact nightgown, there was a bulging hill of some size somewhere. Especially when viewed from the side, it was particularly conspicuous, making people sigh.
In a word, the little girl has grown up.
It's just that this scene at this time, especially the striking scenery that can be seen from the perspective of someone on the roof, "sees all the mountains", but no one is looking at it.
Next to Zhao Qian'er, Zhao Rong was also sitting on the eaves. He leaned his upper body backwards and supported the ground behind him with his hands. He closed his eyes slightly and stared at the distant night scene while the autumn wind blew.
He didn’t turn around to see the ‘night scene’ in the night scene beside him.
Zhao Rong's hair was slightly damp and tied up casually. He was wearing a brand new autumn uniform that had just been washed. It was made by a woman with autumn eyes, stitch by stitch.
At a certain moment, the grown-up little girl next to him, already half-leaning on his delicate body after bathing, pressed against him again.
The space on the roof is so spacious, but now the two of them are sitting a little cramped.
Zhao Rong still didn't respond. He just frowned slightly at a moment and then returned to his original state.
At this time, he sniffed the fragrance of Xiao Qian'er's hair, exhaled gently, straightened up, stretched, and looked around at the surrounding courtyard buildings.
This Qinglian Residence is the property of the Zhao family of Dachu. Well, strictly speaking, it belongs to the wife Qingjun.
As the only child of the second wife of the Zhao family in Dachu, Qingjun was the heir designated by the old lady.
She is the future mistress of the Zhao family of Dachu, or in other words, she is already one.
Whether it's in name or in reality.
It's just that the lady has a cold and quiet temperament. She is currently practicing in the house and doesn't care about things.
Although the Zhao family of Da Chu is a 'local snake' in a large dynasty at the foot of Wangquezhou Mountain, their family fortune is not small.
In addition to this Qinglian Residence, I heard from Qian'er that there are some industries in Duyou City.
And at the foot of the mountain, there is also the basic base of Da Chu in the distance supplying blood.
Of course, the power developed in Duyou City also fed back into Da Chu's side.
Currently, the family property of the Zhao family of Dachu in Duyou City has been left to the steward Zhao Kun by Qingjun.
This old housekeeper, like the mother of Li Bai and Zhao Rong who was worshiped by the second roommate holding a sword all day long, was an old member of the second roommate of the Zhao family in Dachu. She had watched him and Qingjun Qianer grow up.
Zhao Rong got a general understanding of the situation from Qian'er.
I found that compared with the Zhao family of Dachu and the Lin family of Lanxi, they were not that far behind.
Because the latter’s basic base is Zhongnanshan, a place with natural treasures, it has now carved up Chongxuguan, which has a thousand-year Taoist tradition, and has taken over a medium-sized business house called Zhongxiuzhai, which has been operating in Wangquezhou, and its power has greatly increased.
So...my wife is a 'rich woman', so our family can also be considered landlords?
After some rigorous and detailed reasoning, Zhao Rong got this answer in his mind.
Of course, if you look at the bigger picture, whether it is the Zhao family of Dachu or the Lin family of Lanxi.
In this Duyou city, which is the most prosperous city in the world, it is not too conspicuous.
However, Zhao Rong knew that in fact, the most important 'wealth' of the Zhao family in Dachu was not those mentioned above.
But at this moment, the little girl beside him was secretly squeezing him, and Qing Jun was taking a bath in the boudoir.
Well, Lanxi Lin's is similar.
Zhao Rong realized this deeply when he returned to Qinglian Residence with his wife.
Before, after Zhao Lingfei brought him and Qian'er back, the stewards had been following her around, reporting various banquet invitations from the top families in Duyou City.
But they were all declined by the lady. The reason for the refusal was that she had something important to do in the evening.
But before Zhao Rong could think carefully about what the lady said was the important thing this night... Qingjun went to take a bath without looking back.
Ahem, of course I didn’t bring Zhao Rong with me. If so, it would be a ghost.
On the roof, Zhao Rong sighed softly, looked up at the bright moon, reached out his hand, and spread his fingers.
He caught the bright moon in the sky from a distance.
The lady didn't say a word, and just went to take a bath and incense. She didn't say anything about her plans for tonight or where he would sleep...
However, fortunately, there was Xiao Qian'er, a caring little cotton-padded jacket, who directly took her uncle and bamboo horse brother, whom the young lady did not want but she wanted, to the inner house to get him clothes, boil water, and take a bath.
So, after Zhao Rongzai washed himself carefully, he was pulled up to the roof by Qianer, who had also finished bathing, to look at the moon.
Zhao Rong looked around but couldn't find the lady, and he didn't know if she had finished washing. Maybe she just slept and left him to fend for himself.
Alas, it's good for Qian'er. If you don't compete with him for seats, just follow him.
Zhao Rong nodded secretly in his heart.
The next second, he raised his butt slightly and moved to the right, making way for the little girl beside him who was quietly 'squeezing' him.
"snort!"
What I didn't expect was that Xiao Qian'er, who was propping up her chin and seeming to be staring at the moon in the distance, suddenly wrinkled her nose and snorted in annoyance.
She stood up suddenly, walked to the eaves away from the big pig's hooves, and sat down again.
Zhao Rong blinked and looked at the little girl's lonely and thin back.
He hesitated for a moment, stood up, walked over, and sat next to her.
But Xiao Qian'er turned around and ignored him.
Zhao Rongcong looked at her profile. A few strands of black hair were dancing in the wind on her cheeks and ears.
He thought for a moment and followed Zhao Qian'er's gaze.
At this time, looking from the angle of this roof, the bright moon is embedded in the night sky on the right side of Youshan. However, Youshan is pitch black with only a few scattered lights. It is not known whether it has changed into a 'flower dress'.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and glanced at the little girl who ignored him.
He pursed his lips slightly, took out a "gaudy" gadget from his sleeve, and inserted it into Xiao Qian'er's hair.
She turned her head angrily, grabbed the 'clutter' on her head, and prepared to throw it away.
But in the next second, his pretty face was stunned and he said in surprise:
"Hey, purple flowers!"
Zhao Qian'er's peach blossom eyes widened, she raised her head and looked with piercing eyes.
Zhao Rong was facing her sideways, smiling at the secluded mountains of Bieming Huayi Mountain in the distance, and nodded slightly.