Chapter 580: Three people share a bed, different dreams
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The dinner begins.
It is held in a courtyard surrounded by bamboo trees.
There is a starry sky above your head, and fine wine and delicious food in front of you.
Zhao Rong, who raised his head, looked away and took a glass of wine from Xiao Qian'er, who was sitting next to him.
He lowered his head and stared at the crisp wine in the cup, reflecting his dazed face.
The dinner was held impromptu, so there wasn't much to discuss.
Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er were sitting next to Zhao Rong respectively. Xiao Qian'er was mainly responsible for picking up food and pouring wine. Zhao Lingfei, because her husband was extra quiet tonight, took on the responsibility of being the hostess and entertaining the teacher for Zhao Rong.
Mr. Yan, Meng Zhengjun, Sima Duyi and others also noticed someone's silence tonight, but they only thought that he had experienced too many things today and was a little tired and lost in thought.
Zhao Lingfei held up her sleeves with one hand and held the slender chopsticks with the five slender onion fingers of the other hand. She gave Zhao Rong a preserved egg dipped in sauce and placed it in a small white porcelain bowl.
She lowered her head and slightly rolled her eyes, looked at her husband who was in a daze, and then exchanged glances with Xiao Qian'er, then turned her head lightly and went to entertain her husband's teachers.
Zhao Rong knew that Qingjun, Qianer and Yourong were all watching him secretly, but he couldn't tell the difference.
Because he is looking at ‘himself’.
Zhao Rong looked at himself reflected in the teacup, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.
The dinner continues.
Zhao Lingfei hosted the dinner in a harmonious and relaxed atmosphere. With the curious suggestions from Mr. Yan and others, she also appeared as a sweetheart.
then.
A purple sword hangs upside down in the courtyard.
A dreamlike purple halo enveloped the walls on all sides.
The invisible sword energy, like the autumn wind, cleared the dark clouds over the courtyard, and the bright stars fell.
A first-class mid-grade natal flying sword.
Everyone looked at it with different expressions, and most of them sighed in surprise.
This was a natal flying sword of ridiculously high quality. In the past, it had only occasionally appeared in the rumors about the geniuses on the mountain who were famous in the Nine Continents.
And now, it was right in front of them, right in the heart of the woman with autumn eyes who was toasting them with dignity and grace.
In fact, this bamboo horse has already become famous far and wide.
Since it was born that night in Xia Chongzhai, its name and rank spread throughout the lonely east and west cities on the second day. Three days later, up and down Wangquezhou Mountain, from the coast of the North Sea to the Thousand Islands of the South China Sea,
As long as it is where the Immortal Family gathers, almost everyone knows about Concubine Zhao Ling of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion and her first-class middle-grade bamboo horse sword.
It is said that when the new city lord of Youlan Mansion got up at night, after learning about this incident, he sighed and said to his subordinates: "The Zhao family has a daughter, who is like a willow in the spring moon, and the beauty is like the morning glow."
The general meaning is that the concubine of the Zhao family is as dazzling as a willow in spring, and her talent is as bright and bright as the morning glow.
Zhu Yourong, Yan Jidao, Meng Zhengjun, Sima Duyi and others admired their swords under the moonlight and drank wine with the starlight, autumn wind and sword spirit.
Zhao Lingfei originally wanted to take the opportunity to boast about her husband and say that it was his contribution to the promotion of the bamboo horse, but when she saw Zhu Yourong gently shaking his head at her, she realized that going too far was not enough, and he might be annoyed.
Zhao Lingfei had no choice but to swallow her words and not disturb her husband.
Later, halfway through the dinner, Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qianer stood up and toasted to Zhu Yourong seriously.
Thanks to Mr. Zhu for gifting the two women’s husbands with ink characters, which saved Xiao Qian’er at the critical moment in the Zhulin Courtyard and gave Zhao Rong a glimmer of hope.
In addition, there is also her help in searching and rescuing Zhao Rong today.
The two goddesses look sincere.
Zhao Rong, who had been distracted, also stood up and raised his glass.
One husband and two wives, the three of them thanked the woman in Confucian shirt together.
Later, Concubine Zhao Ling asked Xiao Qian'er to take out a heavy gift to thank Zhu Yourong.
The gift is indeed not light. It is called whale ink, and the main material is collected from a certain type of whale beast deep in the North Sea that is about to become extinct.
This ink is very famous among the scholars of Jiuzhou Academy. It is a rare product in the study room and has many magical uses. It is a specialty of Beihai and is famous in academies all over the world.
This was originally something Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer planned to give to their husband to celebrate his success in the college entrance examination.
However, my husband is not in a hurry to use it at the moment and will give it to Mr. Zhu first.
Zhu Yourong hesitated for a moment and then accepted it in front of Zhao Rong.
It can be regarded as... accepting the apology from the two daughters of Zhao Lingfei.
Not long after, the dinner was over, and Zhu Yourong, Yan Jidao and other academy teachers dispersed and went back to rest.
Zhao Rong left the banquet and stood quietly for a while in the courtyard where the autumn wind was blowing, looking up at the stars and dissipating the smell of alcohol from his body.
He didn't look at the petite back of Xiao Qian'er who was carefully tidying up the main wing not far away. He immediately turned around and chose a wing on the west side by himself. He entered the room, closed the door, made the bed and folded the quilt, and slept in his clothes.
In the main room not far away, Xiao Qian'er, who was kneeling on the big bed to spread the quilt, moved for a moment, then quietly put away the two white handkerchiefs embroidered with 'Fat Duck' in her hands, jumped out of bed, and put her head in
Outside the house, I bit my lip and looked at the west wing where Brother Rong'er was sleeping with the door closed.
On the corridor not far away, Zhao Lingfei, who had finished cleaning up the remnants of the dinner party, had stopped walking without knowing when. Like Xiao Qian'er, she was silently looking at the west wing room...
Above the yard, the stars in the sky gradually became sparse.
Late at night.
Crickets chirped in the distance.
The last light in the yard went out.
On the dark road.
A slender figure, carrying a cup of fragrant hot tea, quietly came to the door of the west wing. He pushed the door tentatively with his little hand and found that it was not closed, but only closed.
The petite figure looked back happily, seemingly nodding towards a figure lingering not far behind him.
Then this petite figure gently opened the door and entered the room.
It seems to be warming the husband's bed.
After Xiao Qian'er entered the house, she saw that there was no movement on the bed in the back room in the darkness, and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The girl quietly walked to the bed, picked up the tea cup, took a sip of fragrant tea, then slipped on her slippers and got into Zhao Rong's bed...
Not long after, the door of the west wing was gently opened from the outside again, and a tall and graceful female figure entered the room holding an incense warm quilt.
It seems that the weather is getting colder, so I need to add some quilts to my husband.
Zhao Lingfei held her breath and walked lightly to the bed in the back room. The brocade quilt in her arms had been warmed in advance with a fumigation cage and hot water, and was immersed in the warm fragrance.
She picked up the tea cup that Xiao Qian'er had put down with her bare hands, and took a sip of the fragrant tea to rinse her mouth.
These are the habits of women in the boudoir before going to sleep. The bedding is warmed and the fragrant tea is gargled in the mouth, which can sweeten the mouth and moisten the tongue.
Therefore, women's boudoir is also known as the fragrant boudoir, and even when entering a dream, there is a lot of care and subtle fragrance floating around.
Zhao Lingfei first put her husband's scented clothes on the clothes rack nearby so that he could wear them tomorrow.
Then she hugged the incense-scented quilt and got into bed...
Zhao Rong did not fall asleep immediately.
He is still looking at 'himself'.
Of course he also felt that Xiao Qian'er and Qing Jun were sleeping quietly and did not stop them.
At this time, Qingjun was sleeping on his left side, next to the bed.
Xiao Qian'er slept on his right side, inside.
Three people sleep together.
The last time the three childhood sweethearts slept together was a long, long time ago, when Xiao Qian'er had not yet become the maid of the second room. She was Xiao Chai at that time. He and Qing Jun had just taken her out of the Abandoned Infant Home and lived in a tree on the back hill.
In the 'secret cabin'.
The three of them were playing house, but they actually slept together...
And after many years, in the west wing of this farmhouse in the mountains and forests far away from Da Chu, Zhu Ma and the two childhood sweethearts slept together again.
Only this time, the three of them are no longer playing house, but...a real king and wife.
In the darkness, the atmosphere was quiet at first.
Beside Zhao Rong, the two women remained motionless.
At a certain moment, Xiao Qianer's face turned red.
Then, as if there was a connection between them, Zhao Lingfei's pretty face on the other side also quietly blushed.
Then Xiao Qian'er moved and buried her head into Zhao Rong's quilt.
He had given her lessons before in Hanjing.
The second wife of the old Zhao family is listening carefully...
The quilt bulged, and the girl got into the depths of her husband's quilt, not knowing what she was doing.
Just as Zhao Lingfei, who was sleeping on the left side of Zhao Rong, covered her hot pretty face, clutching a white handkerchief embroidered with a fat duck in her bare hands, she was about to get under the quilt to guide and help.
Zhao Rong, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, suddenly moved.
In the darkness, the man who was sleeping suddenly stood up and sat up. He reached out across the brocade quilt to block a cute little head in the quilt that wanted to hump.
"Come out." He said in a tired tone.
"Hmm." Xiao Qian'er immediately obediently got out of the quilt underneath.
She hasn't started class yet, and she hasn't even taken out the books yet.
On the bed in the darkness, the peach-eyed girl's hair was a little messy, and she lowered her head as if she had made a mistake.
But Zhao Rong didn't seem angry about it.
He lay down again and covered himself with quilt.
A soft sound floated to the ears of Xiao Qian'er and Zhao Lingfei.
"sleep."
So Xiao Qian'er lay down obediently.
Then, silence returned to the dark bed again.
The three of them slept together, breathing steadily and falling asleep quietly.
At a certain moment, the two women, who were a little nervous, carefully reached out their hands and tried to put their arms around the man in the middle to sleep.
Zhao Rong made no move.
As a result, the two women exhaled slightly, hugged his strong arms, and fell asleep peacefully...
Next to the bed, there is a high west window, and the moonlight pours in from it, casting a silver glow on the wooden footrest in front of the bed.
I saw three pairs of shoes.
In the darkness where the moonlight could not be seen, three people had strange dreams.