"Okay, don't be angry."

Zhao Rong whispered to Qingjun who had his back to him.

Concubine Zhao Ling stood still, staring at the stream falling from the cliff with a slightly cold face. She didn't want to look back at Brother Rong'er who was becoming increasingly worse.

In fact, she was so angry and embarrassed that she wanted to run away, just like the previous times. However, at the previous elegant gathering, after bringing him back, she whispered to Brother Rong'er that she would not act like a spoiled child anymore.

So I couldn't bear to leave him and run away.

But when Concubine Zhao Lingfei thought about Zhao Rong eating the green plum she had just bitten, her face turned hot and was covered with saliva... You, don't you feel disgusted?

Looking at Qingjun's back, Zhao Rong felt a little worried and he sighed.

"Alas, Qingjun, I was inconsiderate and didn't take your feelings into consideration. I was wrong and too selfish... Here, this is for you. I took a bite of it. Eat it and we're even now."

Zhao Rong was sincere and handed her a bitten plum from behind.

Upon hearing this, Concubine Zhao Ling subconsciously glanced downwards and her shoulders trembled, almost ruining her performance. She held back her laughter and quickly put on a straight face and snorted.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly turned around, snatched the plum from his hand and pretended to throw it.

Zhao Rong subconsciously stretched out his hands to receive it.

How could Concubine Zhao Ling be reluctant to throw it away? Seeing his anxious look, the coldness on her face melted a little.

She reached out and stuffed the green plum into Zhao Rong's mouth.

The latter's face lit up with joy, and he opened his mouth gently, obediently accepting his wife's "feeding".

Seeing this, Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyelids slightly, her face still expressionless, but her hands became gentle. She picked up the green plums that she had carefully washed and fed them to her husband, supervising him to finish eating and not to do anything weird again.

During this time, Zhao Rong blinked, greedily pinched the white fingers of the plum, and moved his head forward. However, this little trick was seen through by Qingjun who had been alert for a long time. Before he closed his mouth, she quickly pulled out her fingers.

Concubine Zhao Ling rolled her eyes at Zhao Rong.

He was not embarrassed and looked at his lady's girlish posture with a bright smile.

Soon, all the green plums were eaten by Zhao Rong. Concubine Zhao Ling looked at him, hesitated for a while, and finally raised her hand, put the green plum that Zhao Rong had not eaten just now to the corner of his lips, and wiped his mouth.

Gazing at the lady who seemed cold on the outside but warm on the inside, considerate and gentle, Zhao Rong smiled happily.

He turned his head slightly to look at Nuanxi, who was at just the right depth, and his eyes lit up.

The next second, Zhao Rong grabbed Zhao Lingfei's hand that was wiping his mouth, lightly touched her fingertips with his lips, and then pulled Zhao Lingfei to the lakeside, "Qingjun, come with me."

"Brother Rong'er, slow down."

By the lake, Zhao Rong nodded without turning his head, squatted down without stopping, rolled up his trouser legs familiarly, took off his boots and socks, stepped forward, and stepped into the stream barefoot.

At this time, the afternoon sun fell into the valley, covering this section of clear stream. Not far away, a white waterfall fell from the cliff at the top of the valley, stirring up bursts of mist, which filled the lakeside. Zhao Rong was in the middle of it. Under the sunlight, the mist was hazy, and the smile on his face, Zhao Lingfei felt, was more dazzling than the sunlight.

Concubine Zhao Ling was stunned as she watched this scene.

"Come down, Qingjun. The water here is just the right temperature. It feels so comfortable. The soft rocks here don't seem to be as slippery as the spring water in the mountain behind our house. Come down quickly."

Zhao Rong stood in the stream, stepping barefoot on the warm and comfortable goose-soft stones, and reached out to pull Zhao Lingfei who was standing on the shore.

When they were young, they often washed their feet and fished at an unknown spring in the back mountain of the Duke's Mansion.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling's expression was a little conflicted. She held Zhao Rong's hand, squatted gently, bit her lower lip and thought for a while, then shook her head reservedly.

"No, Rong'er brother, you play, I'll watch here."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to say, "If you don't come down, what should I play?" However, this sentence might easily cause ambiguity and scare Qing Jun away, so he swallowed it.

Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun. She was squatting on the shore with her face buried between her knees, staring at him with bright eyes. When she noticed that he was looking at her, Qingjun gently shook the hand she was holding on his.

Zhao Rong saw that his wife was shy but wanted to play, so he said softly, "It's okay, idiot. There's no outsider here. It's okay to take off your shoes."

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head, and after a moment of silence, she said in a whisper, "Brother Rong'er, my feet are not pretty, not as pretty as those small feet in the books... Please don't look at them."

Zhao Rong was speechless. "Silly boy, I don't care about these things. I like everything as long as it's yours. Ahem, my lady, your feet don't smell like that, do they? If so, you should come down and wash them."

Concubine Zhao Ling looked up and glared at him, then waved Zhao Rong's hand vigorously and said unhappily, "No, you have smelly feet."

Zhao Rong shook her head and said, "I don't believe it. Let my husband check it out."

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and did not answer, ignoring him.

Zhao Rong tried to persuade her several times, but it still didn't work. He sighed softly, put his feet in the stream, sat on the shore, and stayed close to Qingjun.

Zhao Rong sniffed the pleasant scent of his wife and felt her body temperature.

Zhao Rong knew that Qingjun didn't want to take off her shoes and go into the water. Besides the fact that feet are a private part for women, she was also afraid that her feet would be seen and this would ruin the good image she had in her husband's mind.

In fact, he didn't care about these things. He had seen it countless times when he was a child. Zhao Rong just wanted to relive the childhood fun with her.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at Qingjun. It was not a good idea to let her be shy like this. He couldn't just stop him from touching her in the future. However, women needed to be coaxed. If he coaxed her more, he might have a chance. For example, Zhao Rong remembered a trick passed down from his previous life: I just rubbed it, but didn't go in...

Moreover, Zhao Rong was secretly wondering at first whether he could get back the black jade token with great symbolic significance today.

Just looking at the current progress and Qingjun's reserved attitude, it's probably going to be difficult. We have to think of a way...

Suddenly, his gaze paused and stopped on the wooden hairpin that held Qingjun's hair.

Zhao Rong's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered something his mother had left behind that had been hidden in the bottom of a box for a long time.

He immediately took off the Sumeru object from his neck, searched for a while, and took out something from it.

"Qing Jun."

"Hmm...hmm?" Zhao Lingfei, who had her head buried in her knees, had just responded when she suddenly felt the wooden hairpin on her head being pulled out in an instant.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly raised her head, and her long black hair, which was no longer fixed by the wooden hairpin, fell smoothly like a waterfall. She frowned and wanted to glare at Brother Rong'er, but the next second, when she saw the object in Zhao Rong's hand, Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes widened instantly.

She stared at the jade hairpin that was so familiar to her memory. Her mouth opened and closed several times before she stammered, "This, this belongs to Aunt Liu..."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded, "My mother gave it to me before she left. She said you liked it and asked me to give it to you personally after we get married."

When Concubine Zhao Lingfei heard this, her eyes flickered. This was the hairpin that Aunt Liu had always worn when she was alive. She had been coveting it for a long time since she was a child, not because it was so beautiful, but because it had an important meaning similar to the pair of jade tokens of love she was wearing at this moment.

Zhao Rong stared at Qingjun, whose hair was loose in front of him, "You know, my mother said that this is a hairpin that has been passed down in our family. My father gave it to my mother, and my grandfather gave it to my great-grandmother... I don't know how many generations it has been passed down."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared intently at the jade hairpin that symbolized her status as the only wife. She subconsciously stretched out her hand, stopped in mid-air, raised her head, stared at Zhao Rong eagerly, and said in a soft but extremely serious voice: "Mine, mine, I want it..."

Zhao Rong looked at the woman in front of him and had no doubt that if he dared not give her the jade hairpin, she would stab him to death with a sword in the next second, and then die together with him.

Under the gaze of Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhao Rong suddenly leaned forward.

Concubine Zhao Ling seemed to realize something and allowed him to approach without dodging.

She slowly closed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and her eyelashes trembled.

The woman felt a little aggrieved. Why are you so impatient? You want to bully me again? Can't you just take your time...

However, when Concubine Zhao Ling thought of the jade hairpin she had been thinking about, she did not dare to resist at all. However, the grievance in her heart became more and more serious. She complained about why she was so useless in front of Brother Rong Er, why she cared so much about the hairpin, and why he controlled her and bullied her at will...

As Zhao Lingfei was thinking this, three breaths of time passed. However, the bad guy in front of her did not move at all. She did not feel any touch on her lips, nor did she smell any breath from his mouth and nose.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes in surprise and found that Zhao Rong was smiling at her.

Before Zhao Lingfei could even feel embarrassed and angry, Zhao Rong had already shaken his head and said softly, "Silly, what nonsense are you thinking about... Turn your back, I'm going to penetrate you."

He raised his hand and waved the jade hairpin in his hand, signaling to Concubine Zhao Lingfei who had long hair draped over her shoulders.

…

In Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, halfway up a mountain.

The gathering that was very lively not long ago ended early.

The crowd dispersed in groups of three or five.

Luzhu was humming a little tune as she helped her sisters clean up the utensils for the gathering.

At a certain moment, she raised her head and glanced in the direction where Zhao Rong had left before. She didn't know when that fake idiot and his wife Xunyou would come back.

Lu Zhu was thinking about a lot of things. Suddenly, she remembered the poem "Falling Flowers" that she had "personally" revised by mistake. Lu Zhu smiled and thought about talking about it with her new friend in the mansion who she had just met and who also liked to wear red clothes. Well, Xiao Xiao seemed to like listening to these stories about talented men and beautiful women...