Chapter 339 Zhao Ziyu eats soft rice hard, and Gu Yiwu is upright
After Zhao Rong came out of Qingjun's boudoir, he walked around in the back house.
He had just gone out in a hurry, but his black hair was still loose and tied up with a rope. He was wearing a white inner jacket and a green Confucian shirt on the outside. He was pulling up the Confucian shirt belt as he walked.
Qian'er's footsteps and clear and melodious voice came from behind.
"Brother Rong'er, wait for me, I'll help you get dressed..."
Zhao Rong walked faster.
How dare he have sex with this little girl, especially when he just coaxed his wife and taught her the sword techniques and formulas last night.
Well, in the end I couldn't help but give Qingjun a lot of surprises.
Of course, Zhao Rong also got kicked in the butt and rolled off the bed. His butt is still a little sore now. However, this exchange seems to be a profitable one...
Zhao Rong grinned as he recalled Qingjun's stunned look on his face last night.
At the same time, he felt a little guilty.
So I made up my mind to be a model husband, not to make my wife unhappy during the day, and to satisfy my desire for survival.
As a dowry maid for an ambitious lady, please respect yourself.
Along the way, Zhao Rong met many servants of Qinglian Residence in the corridor to say hello, and they called him uncle very discerningly.
Zhao Rong smiled and nodded in response.
Not long after, he and his follower Xiao Qian'er came to the hall of the back house together.
What caught his eye were the three people in the empty hall.
Zhao Lingfei is among them.
Her waist was straight and she was sitting at the head of the hall.
In addition, there is a tall old man with a calm face and the appearance of a butler.
With a man holding a sword with a lazy expression, he looked like a hidden master.
At this time, the two of them were sitting on the top and bottom of Zhao Lingfei, that is, on the left and right sides.
The tall old man was leaning half of his buttocks on the stool, with his upper body slightly leaning forward, reporting something to Concubine Zhao Ling, who was also listening with a serious look on her face.
As for the man holding the sword, he stood behind the chair in a careless manner, with his waist bent and his hands folded to support the top of the chair.
At this time, he was raising his hands and yawning, seemingly not interested in what the tall old man was discussing with Zhao Lingfei.
Zhao Rong now knows these two extra people, although they have not seen each other for a long time.
The tall old man is the housekeeper of the fourth house of the Zhao family in Dachu, where Qingjun lives. Zhao Kun has no wife or children.
On weekdays, people in the house call him Uncle Kun, or Grandpa Kun.
The man holding the sword is the same as Zhao Rong's mother, who is the worshiper of the fourth room of the Zhao family. His surname is Li and his name is Bai. He is also a single man.
They are all old people left behind by the previous generation around Qingjun.
Regarding Kun Bo, Zhao Rong, Qing Jun and Qian'er, I was actually quite afraid of them when I was a child, because the old men were always serious in speech and meticulous in doing things.
However, Kun Bo was very loyal to his duties. At least in Zhao Rong's impression, he had never relied on his elders to betray his elders or bullied his young master. He had always been dedicated to his wife.
It's just that... in Zhao Rong's memory, Kun Bo seemed to be a little indifferent to him. Well, in other words, except for Qingjun and Qian'er, the old man was very indifferent to most outsiders.
Sometimes Zhao Rong also wonders, why should he be treated differently among the three of them since they all grew up together in the house?
Could it be that Zhao Rong bullied Qingjun and Qianer every day when he was a child?
Oh, that's okay.
Zhao Rong nodded slightly.
At this moment, in the hall, Zhao Lingfei and Kun Bo exchanged a few words, then turned to the yawning Li Bai and said:
"Uncle Xiaobai, I'll thank you for taking the trip."
"It's okay, Miss, you're welcome." Li Bai smiled brightly and waved his hand, "That brat is going down the mountain in the next few days to take the exam in Dali, right? I'm just on his way."
He paused and turned to look at the quiet Zhao Kun.
"We, Qinglian, live in Dali, and we still have some business. I need to go there recently to take care of things. Qian'er and I will accompany him down the mountain to Dali for the assessment, and take care of things along the way."
Zhao Lingfei nodded and was about to speak when she suddenly turned her head and looked towards the door of the hall.
"Good morning Qingjun."
Zhao Rong walked into the hall, looked around, and said with a smile: "Uncle Kun, Uncle Xiaobai, long time no see."
Zhao Qian'er followed him and said hello briefly.
Zhao Lingfei glanced at her husband, her eyes evasive.
She pursed her lips and turned away, "Good morning, husband...jun."
Zhao Kun glanced sideways at Zhao Rong, still facing Zhao Lingfei, and nodded lightly.
Li Bai tilted his head, looked up and down, and looked at Zhao Rong carefully.
He had a bit of stubble on his face, which gave him a look of old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, with a look of disgust on his face, and he curled his lips and said:
"Hey, isn't this our adopted son-in-law from the Zhao family who ran away from home? He is a very ambitious man who doesn't want to be a soft-cooked person. Why is he back today? I forgot to take something? Too much, too much.
"
Zhao Rong stepped forward without noticing anything, sat down on the chair supported by Li Bai, and turned around.
He found that this familiar man holding a sword could hold the sword in his arms in this posture. Well, he was definitely a master.
Zhao Rong glanced at the ordinary-looking sword in Li Bai's arms.
Immediately, he said with a straight face: "Xiao Bai, why are you talking to my uncle?"
Li Bai: “…………”
Concubine Zhao Ling, who was in the first place, couldn't help but curl her lips slightly.
Zhao Qian'er made a sound, jumped up behind Zhao Rong's chair, and pushed Uncle Bai involuntarily, "Get out of the way, Uncle Bai, don't get in the way, I want to tie Brother Rong'er's hair."
Li Bai glared at Zhao Rong, then turned to complain to the bitchy little girl: "Xiao Qian'er, you are too partial."
Zhao Qian'er nodded her head as a matter of course. Aren't you talking nonsense?
Zhao Rong's face relaxed, and he turned around and said with a smile: "Uncle Bai, I did forget to take something. I was young and frivolous, and I didn't know the taste of soft food... No, I didn't know what the most important thing was.
"
Zhao Rong turned around and looked around.
His eyes swept over Qing Jun who couldn't help but look at him, Zhao Kun with a serious face, Qian'er who curled her little hands to tie his hair, and Li Bai who had liked to quarrel with him since he was a child. It seemed that he had changed, but at the same time nothing seemed to happen.
Change.
Zhao Rong's last gaze rested on Zhao Lingfei, and the couple looked at each other.
He nodded and said seriously: "Ever since I was a kid...the most important thing has never changed. It's right here, so I'm back. Uncle Bai, I owe you a bottle of wine."
Zhao Rong's tone was sincere.
The atmosphere in the hall became quiet for a while.
The next second.
Snapped--!
Li Bai slapped Zhao Rong on the head and laughed and scolded: "You brat, why are you stirring up emotions so early in the morning? We didn't talk enough about love in bed with the lady last night? It's too much, it's too much."
Zhao Rong rubbed his head, turned around, and showed an expression to Li Bai that said, "As expected of a master, he even knew what he said about love last night."
Zhao Qianer's eyes widened and she punched Li Bai in anger.
The little girl yelled, "Smelly Xiaobai, you bully Brother Rong'er again!"
Li Bai's eyelids twitched, he turned around and ran away with his sword in hand.
Zhao Qian'er puffed her mouth, picked up the comb with her little hand, held it like a knife, stepped out with her short legs, and chased after him, looking like she was going to chase him to the end of the world.
When Zhao Lingfei first heard Li Bai's words, she seemed to remember what happened last night. She closed her mouth tightly and swallowed subconsciously.
At this time, her cheeks were slightly red. Seeing Qian'er and Li Bai leaving, she shook her head, "Two living treasures."
Zhao Lingfei glanced at her husband, paused in her words, and felt that one person was missing. Alas, the three of them got together again, and this time they went down the mountain together. There might be some trouble in the future.
This was the case back in the Duke's Mansion of Da Chu. As an adult, Li Bai liked to fight and quarrel with Rong'er and Qian'er, who were still children.
However, Zhao Lingfei was not too worried about the three of them traveling together.
Zhao Rong glanced outside and sighed: "Hey, Uncle Bai, why are you still acting like a child?"
Zhao Lingfei glared at him for playing tricks.
Zhao Rong smiled.
Zhao Lingfei immediately stood up, walked behind Zhao Rong, continued Qian'er's work, and tied his hair with bare hands.
Later, she told Zhao Rong about Li Bai joining and accompanying him and Qian'er down the mountain.
Zhao Rong had heard some words outside the door before. When he heard the words, he pondered for a moment and looked back at the lady who was gently tying his hair.
Nod lightly.
Zhao Kun on the side remained motionless, looking at the ground with his eyes lowered.
Not long after, Zhao Qian'er and Li Bai, who were having a fight, returned to the hall.
Zhao Rong discussed with them the matter of going down the mountain and agreed on a meeting time.
Soon, Li Bai and Zhao Kun said goodbye and left.
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei talked quietly for a while, and after a while, they were ready to leave.
Concubine Zhao Ling also has something to do today and can no longer accompany him.
However, Zhao Qian'er had free time and didn't want to return to Taiqing Mansion too early.
She took Zhao Rong's hand who was about to leave and said crisply: "Brother Rong'er, where are you going? I'm free today and will go with you."
Zhao Rong was still a little uncomfortable with her following him, and he had not forgotten his identity as a model husband who had secretly made up his mind.
Feeling his wife's gaze at this time, Zhao Rong calmly took out his hand and said seriously: "Smelly girl, don't make trouble, I still have important things to do today."
Zhao Qian'er squinted her eyes at him, "When I hugged her in the morning, I called her Xiaotiantian. Now I'm in front of someone and I call her stinky girl."
Model husband Zhao Rong had black lines all over his head and quickly explained to Concubine Zhao Ling who raised her eyebrows.
The latter looked at Zhao Rong and nodded slowly.
As if Zhao Qian'er didn't see the awkward atmosphere between the young lady and her uncle, she pulled Zhao Rong's hand again and said expectantly:
"Yeah, brother Rong'er is right in explaining it. Miss, you must believe it. By the way, brother Rong'er, where should we go to play today."
Zhao Rong opened his eyes, glared at Xiao Qian'er who was adding fuel to the fire, and said angrily: "I told you that I have something to do, where can you cool off..."
The little girl suddenly interrupted and asked curiously towards Zhao Lingfei: "Miss, I'm going to wake Brother Rong'er up in the morning. What did he mean by what he said in his sleep, promising not to press your head again?"
"???" Zhao Lingfei's delicate and fair face flushed and turned red to the roots of her ears.
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Facing the lady's cannibalistic gaze, Zhao Rong quickly pulled Zhao Qian'er, who looked curious, and ran towards the door, "Well... Madam, it's urgent, I'll leave first."
Zhao Qian'er looked at Zhao Rong holding her hand with joy, tilted her head and said: "Brother Rong'er, didn't you just tell me to cool down somewhere..."
Zhao Rong interrupted without looking back: "Wherever it's cool, I'll go with you for a walk."
He took the little girl and escaped from the lady's sight.
Zhao Qian'er has a pair of peach blossom eyes that curve into crescent moons.
…
Half an hour later.
In the east city of Duyou City, there is a bustling street with an endless stream of pedestrians.
Zhao Rong looked up at the sky from time to time.
Just after he and Zhao Qian'er left Qinglian Residence on Wutong Street, the little girl pulled him to a "cool place" to accompany her for a while.
Zhao Rong was a little helpless. Qian'er said she wanted to buy things for going down the mountain, so he accompanied her boredly.
Just thinking of the approaching etiquette exam, Brother Yi Wu and his classmates from Zhengyi Hall were probably seizing the time to prepare for their departure, while he was leisurely shopping with his daughter.
Zhao Rong felt a little guilty in his heart, thinking that he would send the little girl away soon, and go back to the library to carefully search for the Zen Ceremony.
At this moment, he was standing outside a store that specially prepared supplies for female monks, and did not accompany Zhao Qian'er in.
Zhao Rong glanced inside the store and saw no sign of the little girl coming out, so he couldn't help but shake his head.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar burly figure appearing outside the door of a store opposite.
Zhao Rong took a closer look at the burly man. Who could he be if he wasn't Gu Yiwu?
However, when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, the corners of Zhao Rong's eyes couldn't help but twitch.
I saw Gu Yiwu walking out of the shop with a beautiful woman with a slender waist in his arms. Behind him, the steward of the shop was seeing him off.
The burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was currently hugging a thin-waisted woman, talking and laughing, and his hands were not honest.
Zhao Rong had no expression on his face and silently took a step back, preparing to sneak into the store. But then, Gu Yiwu laughed loudly and turned his head leisurely. In an instant, his expression was stunned.