Zhao Rong tried several times but failed to get the jade hairpin inserted properly.

He stood behind Qingjun, looking a little clumsy and careless, as if he was doing this for the first time.

In fact, Zhao Rong was quite experienced in tying and bunting women's hair. However, no matter how experienced he was, he couldn't show it immediately in front of Qingjun.

Zhao Rong had long been aware of his wife's meticulousness, so he didn't dare to show any flaws.

At this moment, Zhao Rong felt the smoothness of the black hair in his hand. He turned his right hand over, turned it clockwise, and then inserted the jade hairpin on his right hand horizontally and vertically. He put his hands down, and finally his hair was tied up and no longer loose.

He took a step back and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, Qingjun."

Zhao Lingfei, who had been standing with her back turned and motionless, immediately jumped up and ran to the stream like a little rabbit. She lowered her head and looked left and right at her reflection in the water.

Seeing Zhao Lingfei's rare childlike appearance, Zhao Rong walked to her side with a smile and accompanied her to watch the beauty in the water.

Concubine Zhao Ling reached out and touched the jade hairpin on her head. She glanced at the man who was staring at her in the water and suddenly asked softly, "Does it look good?"

Zhao Rong nodded and sighed softly, "It looks good. How can it be so good?"

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled like a flower.

"I mean, Qingjun, you are really lucky to find such a handsome husband." He shook his head.

Zhao Lingfei's face tightened, she pouted and glanced at him, "Brother Rong'er, you are shameless."

However, she didn't expect that Zhao Rong actually nodded without replying, then suddenly squatted down and reached out to grab her ankle.

Zhao Lingfei was anxious and wanted to pull her foot back, but she was afraid that she would kick him too hard, so she squatted down and stretched out her hand to block it.

Zhao Rong took her hand away, raised his head and said softly, "My dear, be good."

When Concubine Zhao Ling heard this, her heart trembled, and she remembered how good he had just been to her, giving her the jade hairpin he had been dreaming about day and night, and even carefully combing her hair... Concubine Zhao Ling's strength in her hands weakened, and she half-pushed and half-yielded as Zhao Rong grabbed her two slender ankles.

Zhao Lingfei had to sit back on the ground, her legs bent. Her bare hands were still pushing his big hands away, showing some resistance, but her strength was too weak to be of any use.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and looked at Zhao Rong who was taking off her embroidered shoes. She felt her face getting hot and her voice trembled, "Brother Rong'er, don't do this. It's not pretty and it's dirty."

Zhao Rong kept moving his hands, taking off her two embroidered shoes and placing them aside. He looked up at Qingjun, winked at her and said, "It's not like I didn't wash your feet when you were a child."

Concubine Zhao Ling pleaded, "My husband, I was wrong. Can't I just wash my feet in the water? Let me do it myself."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It's late, my lady, I'll wash you."

After saying this, he grabbed one of her lotus feet with both hands. The foot was wearing a pure white silk stocking.

Concubine Zhao Ling was very embarrassed and turned her face away.

Zhao Rong untied the strings on her stockings and took them off.

Her body trembled and she tried to pull her foot back, but Zhao Rong, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, held her down forcefully. He grabbed her ankle with one hand and the sole of her foot with the other, and fixed her up on his leg, so that she could no longer run away.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked closely at the lotus feet of his wife in his hands. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It was not as ugly as Qingjun said.

Although the size was not as large as the deformed golden lotus that was born due to bad habits in some dynasties in the mountain, it could definitely be called a pair of small feet, and in Zhao Rong's opinion, the size was just right.

He looked at it a few more times and couldn't help but start to play with it carefully.

At this time, the sunlight fell through the leaves of the forest, passed through the diffuse mist, and shone on her skin as smooth as satin.

Zhao Rong's hand began to caress the sunlight gently.

Qingjun's ankles are so slender, her feet are small and soft, white and plump, and because she is shy at the moment, her thighs are stretched straight and slender, and her lotus feet are tightly arched, forming a "moon" shape, with a feminine beauty.

Zhao Rong's breathing was slightly rapid and his eyes were unblinking. He had never tried this when he was with Xiaoxiao before, and this was his first time to taste it. He didn't expect it to be such a breathtaking beauty.

Zhao Rong used to wonder why so many people liked this and thought it had a unique taste. But now, after seeing Qingjun's delicate "moon"-shaped lotus feet, he realized that there was another kind of feminine beauty hidden here, which was really intoxicating. No one would doubt that there were many men in this world who would rather be trampled to death by this pair of moon-shaped feet.

Who can withstand this?

The strength in Zhao Rong's hands became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help rubbing. But at one moment, he seemed to hurt Qingjun, and she shrank back a little. Zhao Rong immediately came to his senses and became more sober. He coughed lightly and glanced at his wife.

I saw Qingjun sitting on the ground with her hands behind her back, and one of her long legs was resting straight on his knee.

Qingjun turned her head away, closed her eyes tightly, bit her lips with her pearly teeth, and didn't look at Zhao Rong, but her face was already flushed. Her eyelashes trembled, and the teardrop mole on the side of her face facing him was trembling slightly, as if it was about to turn into tears and flow down.

Zhao Rong remembered what he was going to do, so he held Qingjun's feet and began to scoop up water to wash her feet.

His movements were gentle, no longer as rough as before.

It was not known whether it was the warmth of the stream water or Zhao Rong's rubbing, but the skin on her lotus feet was covered with a blush, and Zhao Rong felt that the temperature of Qingjun's skin seemed to be slightly higher than that of the stream water and the sunlight.

Zhao Rong carefully helped Qingjun clean her feet several times, took out a piece of clean white cloth, wiped the lotus feet clean bit by bit, and prepared to put on the foot clothes again, but he couldn't help but look at them a few more times, feeling a little reluctant.

He glanced at Qingjun and found that she still had her head tilted with her eyes closed.

Zhao Rong suddenly leaned over and lightly touched the lotus feet with his lips.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei was originally suppressing her shame and accommodating Rong Erge. Feet are a sensitive and private part of a woman. At this moment, she suddenly felt some strange touch on her feet. With her eyes closed, Concubine Zhao Lingfei's heart moved, and she suddenly realized something and was immediately startled.

She opened her eyes.

really.

He is bullying her further and further.

Concubine Zhao Ling was so embarrassed that she leaned forward suddenly and stared at Zhao Rong with wide eyes, "Brother Rong'er, you, you..."

She gritted her teeth, raised her hand for the first time, and punched Zhao Rong in the chest.

Concubine Zhao Ling was so sad that she wanted to cry but had no tears. She wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it. How could she kiss such a shameful place with her mouth? Wouldn't that be dirty?

Thinking of this, her shoulders trembled. She no longer cared about being angry with Zhao Rong. She quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped his mouth anxiously, "It's so dirty. Why are you so stupid? My feet are so dirty..."

Zhao Rong stared blankly at Qingjun's worried expression without saying anything.

Seeing his expressionless face, Concubine Zhao Lingfei suddenly became panicked and self-blaming. She reached out to touch the place where she had just lightly hammered and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Rong'er, I'm sorry, does it hurt? I'm sorry, I was too anxious just now and didn't think too much, Brother Rong'er..."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips when he saw this, shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and then gently pushed her hand away.

Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and continued to put on silk stockings for Qingjun, holding her feet with gentle movements.

When Concubine Zhao Ling saw this scene, she breathed a sigh of relief and no longer worried too much. She calmed down and stared at Zhao Rong's focused profile as he served her seriously. Gradually, she became dazed and absent-minded.

Soon, Zhao Rong meticulously helped Zhao Lingfei put on her shoes again, placed her feet gently on the ground, and prepared to get up, but suddenly he noticed that the hem of her skirt was too long and was dragging on the ground. He frowned slightly, and patiently squatted beside Zhao Lingfei's feet again. After trying several times, he successfully tied the corner of her skirt into a knot so that it no longer hindered her walking.

After Zhao Rong finished his work, he breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. Suddenly, he noticed that Concubine Zhao Ling was looking at him with sparkling eyes.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.

But the next second, Concubine Zhao Ling took a step forward.

She stood on tiptoes in front of him.

Their lips touched, then separated again.

The woman lowered her head shyly.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then he smiled brilliantly.

At this moment, he had no dirty thoughts of taking advantage of the opportunity to bully her, although he was sure that if he just hugged her and coaxed her, she would half-heartedly kiss him, or even go a step further, but Zhao Rong did not want to do so, at least not at this moment.

He thought that it would be nice to be with her simply like this, feeling each other's presence.

Zhao Rong reached out and held the shy girl's hand, then turned around and continued to search for the beauty.

…

At the gate of Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, students from the prefecture and scholars from the academy left one after another.

Because of two certain people, after they left, the atmosphere of the gathering seemed to have undergone some inexplicable changes. Ye Ruoxi had no choice but to announce the adjournment of the meeting in advance.

Certain things that happened at the gathering were being carried around the mansion by the scattered crowd, and would surely be widely disseminated soon. Changes were brewing and fermenting.

Ji Qianyi walked back to Taiyi Mansion without saying a word. Yunzi followed behind him with a pale face, not saying a word along the way.

At a certain moment, Ji Qianyi suddenly stopped and paused. He turned back and took a last serious look at the deep forest in Nuanxi Bamboo Garden.

Zhao Lingfei, I have warned you with all my heart, but you are still stubborn. I thought you were the same as me, destined to climb to the top of the mountain and look down on the world. But in the end, alas, I was wrong. You are just a vulgar woman who can't even pass the test of love in this worldly world.

I have already had a glimpse of the new scenery of Tianzhi Realm. I will be able to find an opportunity to break through the realm soon. As for you, oh, you have a big problem. Just continue to be affectionate with your son-in-law and continue to sink into depravity...

Ji Qian shook his head, without looking at him any more, turned around, and strode away with Yunzi.

The sun was setting gradually, and outside the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, there were few people around.

However, there was a graceful figure wandering and waiting not far from the door.

Liu Kongyi looked down at the thin-walled flower and bird teacup that she had been holding in her hand for a long time. The tea in it had already gone cold.

In fact, she had already changed eight or nine cups before.

Liu Kongyi looked at the exit of Nuanxi Bamboo Garden speechlessly, but still could not see any trace of the man.

She bit her teeth secretly, took a deep breath, then snorted softly, put away the cup of tea that she was about to hand to Master Yi Zi, and turned away.

When the sun sets in the west and night falls, the moon quietly climbs up the branches.

From the gate of the bamboo garden, a pair of lovers walked out hand in hand.

Return under the moonlight.