"Anyway, I speak from my heart. It doesn't matter whether they believe it or not. You don't have to prove anything to them. Don't be burdened..."
Zhao Rong shook his head and interrupted, "This is not a burden, this is... an obligation."
"Qingjun, you know, I really liked the way you looked confident with your chin high at that time. It was a bit... cute. I didn't think you put me too high. At the door of the monastery before, you proudly held me up in front of everyone.
I am actually very happy to introduce you to your fellow teacher, husband."
"But now my wife has done everything she can. As a husband, I have to work hard and do something so that you can speak more forcefully in front of the sisters in the future."
Zhao Lingfei looked at him blankly.
Zhao Rong looked around and slowed down with her.
Zhao Lingfei suddenly whispered, "I...I don't want me to speak more forcefully..."
Zhao Rong asked casually, "Then what do you want?"
Zhao Lingfei blushed slightly, raised her head and glanced at him, then lowered her head and said nothing.
Zhao Rong stopped and took his hand out of his wife's arms.
He held her shoulders and her steps.
"Okay, don't send me off anymore. You said you were sending me out of Xifumen, but in the end, you have already walked all the way to the academy. If you go further, you will have to go to the academy. Madam, do you want to have another meal with me at my husband's place?"
Zhao Rong was a little helpless and teased.
Who would have thought that Zhao Lingfei actually nodded.
"...Oh, you want to sneak some food behind Xiao Qian'er's back again, right?" Zhao Rong smiled, suddenly squinted his eyes and leaned into Zhao Lingfei's ear, and whispered a warning: "Don't let me steal the food before you succeed.
"Eat it"
Zhao Lingfei's cheeks turned red again, as if she remembered the time when she was eaten and wiped clean in broad daylight in Dongli Xiaozhu.
The woman stuttered a little, "Eat... what are you eating? What are you talking about..."
Zhao Rong laughed and stopped acting silly with her.
He let go of his hand, turned around and walked towards the academy in front, waving to Zhao Lingfei behind him.
"Okay, I'll send it here. Husband, I'm going back to the academy first. I still have a lot of things waiting for me."
Zhao Rong did not look back and strode forward.
Zhao Lingfei raised her head, bit her lip, and looked at his back in confusion. There was still a blush on her cheeks that looked like the sunset in the sky.
She wanted to watch him off quietly, but when someone's figure gradually faded away and disappeared, the woman suddenly felt a little scared for no reason.
"Wait! There is one more thing!"
Zhao Rong heard the lady's urgent cry behind him and turned around curiously.
Zhao Lingfei seemed to have remembered something. She was holding the hem of her green-gold skirt and running towards him desperately. When she got close, she had no intention of braking.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but murmured, "It's so clingy." But before he could finish complaining, the green-gold figure who was about to leave suddenly rushed to his eyes again.
He had no choice but to open his arms, and the next moment he was filled with warm and fragrant soft jade.
Her nose is full of her floral-like scent.
"Good lady, what's wrong?" Zhao Rong said helplessly.
In his arms, Zhao Lingfei suddenly felt at ease. She couldn't wait to stand on tiptoes, leaned into Zhao Rong's ear, and whispered softly: "I suddenly remembered that there was something I had to settle with you. Huh, I almost let you run away.
Already."
"..." Zhao Rong.
"Well, what on earth is going on that makes you so serious?" He felt a little guilty.
Well, although he doesn’t know what kind of debt his wife wants to settle, Zhao Rong subconsciously feels a little guilty... Well, is this a stress symptom of a scumbag?
At this time, Zhao Rong's ears clearly felt the lady's moist and soft lips.
"Just now when you were writing poetry in Qinglianxuan, you said that you had seen a lot of bad things before..."
Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide: "No, madam, didn't I confess and be lenient? I also said it later..."
"I know, that's not it. Just listen to me." Zhao Lingfei interrupted him and bit his earlobe: "Later, you said that after you met me again in Duyou City, you only had thoughts about innocence for me.
…”
"Yes, that's right."
Zhao Rong nodded slightly.
He felt his ears itching, well, this lady of his seemed to be getting more and more naughty... However, before he could finish muttering in his mind, Zhao Lingfei's next words almost made his blood boil.
"I don't want it." The woman holding her husband narrowed her eyes slightly: "I don't want you to think about me innocently, I want you to think about me evilly. If my husband can't stop thinking about those bad things in his mind in the future,
You just...you can only think about me, not those messy women outside, do you hear me, husband?"
Zhao Rong: “…………!!!”
It turns out that this is what Qingjun thinks!
He suddenly felt a little hot on his head, and his nose too. He reached out and touched his nose. Fortunately, there was no nosebleed, otherwise it would have been ugly.
"Did you hear that, husband?" Zhao Lingfei threatened.
Zhao Rong suddenly calmed down and swallowed.
"Listen...I heard it." He nodded honestly.
Zhao Lingfei's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and her delicate chin rested on his shoulder. She looked satisfied and a little shy like a daughter, and responded softly: "Okay. There is one more thing..."
"Is there anything else?" Zhao Rong was a little timid and looked around, "Madam, why don't we just forget it, there are many people on the road, so if anything happens, let's come back in private next time, cough
Husband, I will definitely accompany you to the end."
He was really afraid that in broad daylight, Qingjun would do something bolder than the words he just said about "having evil thoughts about her". It was exciting, but he couldn't let others see it.
Zhao Lingfei leaned back and looked at him, "Oh, then I won't return this piece of black jade to you."
"..." Zhao Rong straightened his waist, hugged her waist, and said seriously: "No, if this is the case, it can be done! I'm ready now!"
Zhao Lingfei touched the black hair beside her ear with her little finger, and looked at him with a half-smile in her autumn eyes, "What did your husband think just now?"
Zhao Rong said shamelessly and worriedly: "I thought the lady would also have evil thoughts towards me."
Guqian
Zhao Lingfei spat lightly, "...Bah, shameless, you think everyone else is like you, I wouldn't be like this in broad daylight..."
"Then the lady thought about having a cough with her husband tonight."
"..." Zhao Lingfei.
"Do you want to change to jade?" She pinked her cheeks.
"want!"
Zhao Rong became honest again.
Zhao Lingfei squinted her eyes and took a final look at her husband. She snorted slightly and stretched out a plain hand from the wide green-gold sleeves.
Open your palms.
There was a jet-black jade plaque stained with her sweat lying in the palm of her hand.
The jade medal is square, with half a destiny black bird pattern engraved on the front and the five characters "Beautiful Jade Decorated with Luoying" engraved on the back.
Zhao Rong stared at it intently, this black jade he had been thinking about day and night.
His hands were not idle, and he silently took out a familiar white jade medal from his sleeve.
A square shape with the same specifications as black jade.
On the front is half of the destiny black bird, and on the back is the first half of the love poem, "Why send my thoughts and feelings".
In my mother’s words, Zhao Rong’s distant hometown has such a romantic tradition:
When a man and a woman get engaged, they exchange jade pendants and raise the jade for each other. On the wedding night, the jade returns to its original owner, and their love is sealed for life.
Zhao Lingfei's eyes were also caught by the white jade in Zhao Rong's hand.
The two raised their heads and looked at each other.
The atmosphere between them calmed down.
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei were engaged at the age of fourteen, and each of them warmed up half of the other's jade tokens.
On her wedding night at the beginning of her seventeenth year, it was the night of the jade exchange. Due to the lack of white jade, misunderstandings arose. Zhao Lingfei threw away the black jade and broke up unhappy.
Later, Zhao Rong found Bai Yu and went north together with a pair of jade tablets.
But when they met by the North Sea in Duyou City, the arrogant lady took away Mo Yu again...
Then, all the way up to now, the two jade tokens were finally taken out by the two of them again, in pairs.
In Zhao Rong's countless imaginations, the jade exchange ceremony was supposed to be a grand and romantic ceremony, but when it actually came, it was actually simple and the whole process was uneventful.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and carefully tied the white jade medal around Zhao Lingfei's slender waist.
Concubine Zhao Ling also lowered her head silently and tied the black jade medal around her husband's waist with great concentration.
The jade replacement is completed.
The two of them raised their heads in tacit agreement and made eye contact.
No one spoke first, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.
Pedestrians passing by didn't know what they were doing.
But the two of them know that this journey has not been easy, and the hardships of "meeting" two jade medals.
Zhao Rong suddenly opened his arms and looked at her with a smile.
Zhao Lingfei also opened her hands and leaned forward into his arms.
The two embraced each other.
It was quiet for a while again.
"Should I say something?" Zhao Rong broke the silence with a smile.
On his shoulder, Zhao Lingfei gently wiped the corners of her eyes with the pad of her index finger and responded softly, "Yes."
Zhao Rong looked left and right, up and down, and around the world.
Today, there are no relatives or friends around to witness, no romantic and brilliant flowers in the surrounding woods, no bright and beautiful glow in the sky, not even a single white cloud to watch, the blue sky is calm.
Everything is depressingly bland.
But, he has her in his arms.
That's enough.
"Zhao Lingfei, do you know that it took us one breath to meet each other in this life, but it took us seventeen years, six months and eleven days to get to know each other."
"Meet, get acquainted?" Zhao Lingfei always suspected that her husband was fooling around.
"Yes, in every love story I have read, the hero and heroine must go through five processes: encounter, acquaintance, understanding, falling in love, and separation." Zhao Rong said seriously.
"The last one is Xiangli?" Zhao Lingfei was curious.
"Yes."
"So tell me what stage we are at now?" she asked.
"We just got to know each other, but we haven't separated yet." Zhao Rong nodded.
"That means we are in love. Then tell us how long it will be until we reach the next stage?"
We have known each other day and night for one hundred and six days since we met at the foot of the secluded mountain.