Chapter 337 About the First Time Sleeping With Niangzi (Part 1)
In the early morning, it rained sparsely.
In the back house of Qinglian House on Wutong Street, in a quiet courtyard.
Occasionally, a few birdsong mixed with the sound of rain came into the back room.
Zhao Rong was awakened from his deep sleep by the sound of the autumn rain hitting the window.
Sleeping with Qingjun's classmate, he completely relaxed.
It was a very comfortable and restful sleep.
At this time, Zhao Rong continued to close his eyes as usual, his mind wandering aimlessly, going through what he was going to do today in his mind.
Enjoying the tranquility of the house in the early morning.
A certain little girl likes to rush into the house and call her uncle to wake up early, but today she is very discerning and does not come to disturb him and Qingjun.
Zhao Rong secretly nodded.
After a while, he didn't know what he thought of. He lay on the pillow, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stretched out.
She slouched so much that she immediately occupied most of the space on the imperial concubine's couch, and also squeezed out the other half of a woman who was hiding in an embroidered quilt and pretending to be asleep. She even killed Zhao Rong without trying to figure it out first.
squeeze.
Zhao Rong had already opened his eyes, lying on the pillow, tilting his head slightly, his eyes full of smiles, looking at the lady like a white rabbit who could not escape from the hole.
He's not the big bad wolf.
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, turned sideways, supported his head with one hand, and looked at the embroidered quilt that was curled up into a ball.
He reached out his hand, pressed it on a certain spot on the top of the quilt, and rubbed it gently. Through the quilt, he touched Qingjun's small head, because there was a rustling sound of thick green hair.
It is undoubtedly the hidden little head of a silly lady.
It's just that Zhao Rong didn't try to lift her quilt, because he tried it before, but it was in vain.
He chuckled and shook his head.
It's the first time I've handed over public food, and I feel very good. Although I'm relying on external help, Qingjun is also proactive and cooperative, right?
Well, Zhao Rong admitted that this was the first half of the year when she was studious and 'listened carefully'.
At that time, Qingjun seemed to be disturbed by the harassment of his young husband, so he suddenly turned around and angrily stretched out his white and tender hands to confiscate his crime tools...
But later, Zhao Rong was completely sure that the lady didn't know anything, she just knew about the existence of such a young husband, and together with the sweet husband, buy one, get one free.
Well, actually speaking strictly speaking, she should have seen it a long time ago.
Xiao Qian'er has seen it too.
The three of them were childhood sweethearts and had been playing together since they were young and wore crotchless pants.
Of course, the two little girls who were fighting each other were very curious about the weird stuff that you have and I don't have, and asked Brother Rong'er to hand it over for a look...
However, although the wife and her husband met early.
But she is so naive that she doesn't even understand her husband's habits, and she still wants to control her husband and prevent him from probing his head?
Moreover, Qingjun's level of knowledge about such interesting things in the boudoir is obviously still at a simple level, which can be called "innocent and childish".
At first glance, it looked like the crash course I had taken at the beginning of the year before my wedding at the Duke of Da Chu’s Palace where the aunts and grandmothers in the family and other experienced people taught me the experience of being a bride.
Moreover, the lady seemed to be half-informed, pretending to understand, and got through the exam, and she graduated in a fool's errand.
But to put it bluntly, as the future mistress of Duke Jingnan's palace in Great Chu, the female elders of which clan, out of respect for their superiority and inferiority, would not say a word when they saw her, so how could they dare to say anything?
Maybe the lady still thought that she didn't understand, so she turned around and asked Brother Rong'er and listened to his words.
Hey, you are so stupid, Qingjun.
Zhao Rong could even imagine at this moment that when he was secretly attending the crash course in the Duke's Palace, Qingjun looked like a bride with red makeup and a bare waist, and Qing'e looked like a bride with red makeup, sitting in front of the dressing table.
Facing the female elders in the clan who talked a lot about the experience of others, she frowned, but her pretty face was extremely serious and focused, but she couldn't understand everything no matter how much she listened. She was like a silly little daughter-in-law, and her heart was filled with confusion.
It’s all about three questions about my husband’s life:
What is 'he' going to do? 'He' can really stretch and shrink? 'He' dares to sting me and bleed? I am a Haoran realm swordsman, and Brother Rong'er is so powerful...
Hey, you 'student scumbag' lady, you know nothing about power!
Well, maybe this stupid lady didn't understand as much as the red-faced little Qian'er who was listening in at the side.
But it's okay.
Pure white jade is naturally flawless and better, let him teach you slowly.
Madam, please give me some advice.
Zhao Rong blinked.
Therefore, in the first half of last night, the ignorant 'scumbag' lady was relatively cooperative under his harmless and instructive guidance.
Moreover, Qing Jun is worthy of being a sword fairy lady, and she is exceptionally good at any sword.
She has a pair of strong hands with long, white and tender green fingers, but she is very good at dancing with a sword.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but suck in the cold air every time he watched it. Later, he just regretted that the cold air in the room was not enough for him.
After there was no coolness in the air, it just felt extremely hot and stuffy. Qingjun also felt it, and his pretty face looked like a rosy peach blossom.
Therefore, in order to save energy and reduce emissions in Xuanhuang Realm, we have to find a way that does not consume cooling air.
Moreover, in the darkness, Zhao Rong lowered his head every time.
When I saw Qingjun concentrating on drawing the sword, his autumn eyes were slightly open and full of curiosity, he bit his pink lips innocently, and his pretty face had a bright and innocent expression, but he was doing it with gentle hands.
Doing the wrong dirty work.
He took a breath and felt like he couldn't breathe.
Therefore, in the second half of last night, Zhao Rong looked at the lady's slightly pouty red lips and gave some more advanced knowledge with a serious look on his face.
Well, I'm not satisfied with giving advice... advice.
Qingjun was stunned for a while when he heard this.
Then she seemed to have calmed down and realized something was wrong.
Zhao Rong could no longer be fooled, and his wife was confused and resisted.
However, all these twists and turns were suppressed by Zhao Rong. After that, ahem, they were all on the pirate ship. It was not so easy to walk around.
So halfway through the second half, he turned into a domineering man who 'bullied' the ignorant and innocent little daughter-in-law...
At this moment, it is raining lightly in the early morning outside.
Zhao Rong, who was lying on the bed, thought of something. The smile at the corners of his mouth faded slightly and he coughed lightly.
I also feel a little embarrassed.
It does seem that he is a bit over-the-top, too much, and doesn't take the lady's feelings into consideration.
Zhao Rong felt a little guilty.
It seems that lately I have to listen to Qingjun's words and be a good husband.
Besides, we were going down the mountain soon, so we could avoid the limelight and avoid getting a few dirty looks from my wife.
He thought in his heart.
If I had known that she would have stopped when she slurred her words "No" and "It's no longer beautiful", Qing Jun seemed to have choked her eyes with tears.
It’s just that the woman says she doesn’t want it, can she really believe it?