At the foot of the secluded mountain.

The tranquility and spaciousness of the past have returned.

Youshan is the first mountain in Duyou City. The mountain is covered with flowers, which is a unique scene in Duyou.

The private residence on the hill is one of the most distinguished and mysterious residences in the city.

If Xinran Sect had not borrowed this place from a certain lady to hold the Taoist Couple Ceremony, today would not be so lively.

Now that the ceremony is over and the guests have dispersed, the bustle of the day has passed, the farce not long ago has also ended, and silence has returned.

The sun is setting.

In the setting sun.

On the distant streets, there were occasionally a few carriages parked, and the horses with the blood of exotic beasts were snorting in boredom.

A short-haired girl was standing up from the carriage, frowning and looking around.

at this time.

A restaurant not far from the lively place at the foot of Youshan Mountain.

A man holding a sword with an indignant look on his face walked out.

He was muttering to himself.

"What kind of crappy restaurant is this, Jianxianju? No wonder the drinks are so expensive. They are so arrogant. I should have gone to another restaurant earlier."

The sword-holding man withdrew his gaze from the plaque and sighed slightly, "The allowance money given by Qian'er is gone again, and I don't know when this little girl will come back... Alas, I was happy for nothing, and in the end, the broken lotus pond that is in the way is still not destroyed..."

Li Bai, who had a name that Zhao Rong found very interesting, tightened the sword in his arms and glanced in the direction where Zhao Rong was leaving with his young lady. He felt a sense of resentment like an old father whose daughter had been abducted.

"Didn't you decide to leave, you little bastard? Why are you coming back to cause trouble to the young lady?"

"But, haha, he does have some sense of responsibility, like a man of the Zhao family."

Li Bai retracted his gaze, raised his head to look at the Wangque Tower on the secluded mountain, and thought of something. He shook his head slightly, holding the sword that he could have returned today, and turned and left.

…

Zhao Rong didn't know where to go either.

Just walking in one direction without stopping.

but.

This was different from when he turned away sadly after witnessing Zhao Lingfei taking the sword not long ago.

because.

He took her with him.

At this moment, Zhao Rong held his head high, walked steadily, looked straight ahead, and did not look back at Concubine Zhao Lingfei, but the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Facing the passers-by he met on the road, and facing their curious, envious, or even disdainful looks, Zhao Rong responded with a smile.

He carefully felt the soft, boneless hand.

The warmth is transmitted to each other through the palms.

Her hands didn't seem as cold as before, they were warm, and there was some sweat on them, I couldn't tell if it was hers or mine.

However, this feeling made Zhao Rong feel at ease.

He could feel the real presence of the woman following closely behind him.

Her temperature, her softness, her weight, and her fragrance...

This was not a dream, he really found her.

"Gui, is her sword heart okay?"

"It's stabilized. You got there in time. My natal flying sword is also saved. Although the Heart Lake is definitely in a worse state than before, it's not a big deal. After all, you destroyed most of it a long time ago, so this little bit won't make a difference..."

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, he suddenly realized what was going on and rushed back. He heard the deafening sound of cicadas from a long distance away and felt something was wrong.

When he arrived, he saw Qing Jun was surrounded by a group of people with strange silver-white sword energy. Gui anxiously pointed out that her sword heart was in danger of being completely shattered, which might destroy the foundation of her swordsmanship, so he rushed over impatiently.

Fortunately, Qingjun was stopped from doing stupid things in time.

He was puzzled. Why was practicing swordplay so dangerous? Why did that sword heart break at any time?

The two walked together all the way.

Not even a step away.

I don’t know how long I walked.

They left the entire Wangque East City behind and came to the seaside.

What greets you is the fishy sea breeze and the beach hit by white waves as the tides rise and fall.

Look around.

The sun sets, like molten gold, and is about to sink into the vast North Sea.

The golden afterglow lingered on the fine sea sand, just as it had for tens of thousands of years, covering the entire long and narrow coastline.

It also stretched the figures of the two people very long.

There is no way forward.

Zhao Rong's pace gradually slowed down.

They both stopped in the wind.

Zhao Rong turned his back to Qingjun and looked at the setting sun on the sea level.

His eyes wandered and he licked his lips.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong took a deep breath and looked back suddenly.

In an instant.

I met her complicated gaze.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head in panic like a little deer that was quietly eating grass.

But then he seemed to realize something and reacted instantly.

She suddenly turned her head and raised her head high like a proud white swan.

Concubine Zhao Ling's smooth black hair was elegantly pinned up with a simple wooden hairpin.

The neck, dyed red by the brilliant golden sunset, is long and round.

Two slender eyebrows like the dark green mountains in the distance were tightly furrowed towards the center of the brows.

A pair of bright and long eyes as lively as autumn water, with pupils as black as dots of ink, were now wide open.

Her pretty face was slightly angry as she glared at Zhao Rong.

Why should I be afraid of you? Who are you to me?

The words "Why did you come to see me?" are about to come out of your mouth.

But after seeing Zhao Rong's face clearly, Concubine Zhao Ling's pupils shrank slightly, and she swallowed the harsh words.

She still stared at the thin, weather-beaten face with an expression of anger that did not change.

"Let go."

Zhao Rong blinked.

The big hand loosened slightly.

The little hand opened slightly, ready to retract.

But.

Next second.

Zhao Rong's big hand then slipped into her tender palm.

He instantly interlocked his fingers with hers.

The two of them had the feel of each other's hands.

Concubine Zhao Ling quickly withdrew her hand.

"You, let me go!"

But.

Her slender hands were always entangled by Zhao Rong.

Concubine Zhao Ling gritted her teeth and stretched out her other hand to strike his hand.

At this moment.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his free left hand, reached forward, and hugged the slender waist of the woman who was very close to him.

A domineering pull.

In an instant.

The warmth and softness of the body fell into my arms.

Seeing that Zhao Rong not only held her hand, but also went further and hugged her.

Zhao Lingfei's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at the shameless bastard in front of her in disbelief.

How did he become so bad?

She bit her red lips, twisted her shoulders, and tried hard to break free from his arms.

"Lecher, let me go!"

"No, I won't let you go, even if I die. You are my wife and I am your husband. Good girl, listen to me..."

For a moment.

Under the warm setting sun, the two of them were entangled closely together on the smooth beach.

If someone were to pass by the beach at this time and look from afar, they would surely smile knowingly, thinking that it was another young couple quarreling...

Not long.

The bodies of the two people on the beach calmed down, motionless, standing as quietly as the setting sun at dusk.

Zhao Lingfei, who was about to enter the Tianzhi realm, still couldn't break free from the embrace of Zhao Rong, who was in the Dengtian realm...

Zhao Rong hugged Zhao Lingfei gently, one hand around her slender waist and the other stroking her thin back.

He buried his head in her hair, his face pressed against her red ears, which were so soft and warm that he wanted to take a bite, but he couldn't bear to do so.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

What enters my nose is the virgin body fragrance of my wife, which is light, fragrant and sweet.

He couldn't help but hug her tighter.

Don't want to lose her again.

Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate head was also resting on his shoulder, but her hands hung down weakly. She did not hug him. She just let him hold her motionlessly.

Zhao Rong's nose was tickled by Zhao Lingfei's messy black hair, and her pointed little chin was a little irritating.

However, Zhao Rong did not care. Instead, he squinted his eyes and looked at the setting sun in the distance which was about to fall completely from the sky into the sea.

He gently rocked Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body, tilted his head to sniff the fragrance of her hair, and whispered softly beside her red, crystal-clear earlobes:

"Qingjun, your husband is wrong."

"I am just an asshole. After you left, I realized how good you were in the past..."

"On the wedding night, actually... I really forgot about the white jade tablet. I didn't forget it on purpose. If you are willing to listen, I will tell you in detail..."

Zhao Rong paused, but Zhao Lingfei, whose expression could not be seen on his shoulder, did not say anything.

Zhao Rong smiled bitterly and said:

"Qingjun, I lost my memory at that time. This is not a cliché excuse. I found the white jade tablet in front of my mother's grave. It was buried by my past self... The moment I saw the white jade tablet, I remembered the promise I made to you, but... I didn't remember it completely at that time. I just felt sorry, so I wanted to go north to return the jade to you, but later I went through a lot on the way..."

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and continued softly:

"After going through so much, I finally integrated my previous memories. I realized that you had existed so truly beside me. It turned out that those memories were all experiences I had personally had with you."

"I can't forget that someone embroidered for me, someone knitted clothes for me, someone was in a daze for me, someone waited for me, and someone cried for me."

"Perhaps, I didn't like you in the past, and even disliked you, but now I have a different feeling about every moment I spent with you. And it's different from before. Now I am sure... I like you."

Zhao Rong gently rocked the quiet Qingjun in his arms.

The setting sun over the sea sent the last rays of light into his eyes, dyeing his bright pupils red.

His eyes were bright and full of brilliant golden color.

But his heart was not on this beautiful scenery, but on the dream with her.

Gui once said that we should look directly into our hearts.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes, buried his entire face in her black hair, and his lips lightly touched a small, round, red earlobe.

Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body trembled.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he was closest to her ear, eager to let her hear his entire heart.

"So this time I came to return the jade, not as a guest, but as a returnee."

"Qing Jun."

He whispered:

“I, Zhao Rong, Zhao Ziyu, am extremely greedy.

I want both your heart and your body.

I will hold you in the daytime,

I want to hold you in the evening,

To touch you in the dark night,

To wake you up with a kiss in the morning."

Zhao Rong closed his eyes tightly between her black hair.

"Xiao Qingjun, please give your husband one more chance and accept it, okay?"