Zhao Rong discovered that there was still a little girl who had never grown up living in Qingjun's heart. In fact, if you think about it carefully, she was only seventeen years old.

Even though she had entered the world of cultivation long ago and had become a sword cultivator at the peak of the Haoran Realm, she was still just a young woman who had just gotten married, not to mention in front of her childhood sweetheart.

Or, in other words, all the students in the four Taiqing prefectures are similar. Although they are outstanding talents from all over the continent, they are just young people under the age of 28. Even if they are smart and precocious, how smart and precocious can they be? Maybe even the immortality they have been pursuing so enthusiastically is just a "following the trend" that others say.

Because they are still very young, except for those who are sentimental, no one would think about aging and death so early. The reason they practice mountaineering may be more because of the expectations of their tribesmen or their own arrogance and youthful vigor.

Therefore, Qingjun enjoyed himself particularly much when he went to have fun in Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, which was a bit boring for people living in the mountains.

She was not an ignorant woman, and had never been to any blessed place with beautiful natural conditions and thriving spiritual energy, so she reacted like this when she came to a small bamboo garden in Nuanxi.

Qingjun just had been missing that person, the man she kept in her heart and always thought, "It would be great if he was around."

Zhao Rong savored the most beautiful Qingjun in his best years.

They spent the whole afternoon deep in the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, reminiscing about their childhood and experiencing the familiar yet distant fun.

Qingjun seemed to have turned back into the little girl she used to be. She followed Zhao Rong and ran all over the mountains and fields.

Sometimes when they encountered something interesting, Qingjun would hold his hand, walk in front, facing Zhao Rong, and walk backwards with his back to him, without fear of bumping into anything.

Zhao Rong felt a little helpless, but mostly he indulged her dotingly.

Whatever Qingjun wanted to play, he would play with her, and whatever she wanted to say, Zhao Rong would listen attentively.

The two of them played like this in Nuanxi Bamboo Garden for a whole day.

after.

They held hands and left Nuanxi Bamboo Garden. Seeing that it was getting dark, Zhao Rong insisted on sending Qingjun back to Nanci Jingshe.

At this time, walking on the night road, Zhao Rong smiled at Qingjun who was holding his hand and walking in front of him.

She had been playing all day, but she still seemed full of energy and couldn't calm down.

There are no passers-by around for the time being.

Qingjun placed their hands with their fingers interlocked, and they danced gracefully like a butterfly.

Like a restless little deer, unable to calm down.

She looked around and chatted with Zhao Rong about their respective matters, looking back from time to time with a sweet smile.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei was wearing a chest-length skirt with fluttering sleeves, and the gracefully changing purple tassel on her slender waist floated in the air.

Whether she is angry or happy, she only blooms for one person.

"Brother Rong'er, so, the white silk that was originally intended for Lin Wenruo was used by Lan Yuqing... and then buried in the osmanthus forest by Lin Wenruo?"

She was listening to Zhao Rong talking about the affairs of Zhongnan Kingdom. At a certain moment, she suddenly looked back, snuggled back to his side, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, and asked softly.

Zhao Rong paused, tilted his head to look at Qing Jun, and nodded, "Yes, he walked out of the osmanthus forest alone."

He looked at his wife's long eyes, which were still as bright as stars in the night, and found that her brows were gradually frowning.

Zhao Rong thought about it and sighed.

"In fact, Wen Ruo was also very bitter, but if he had any other way, he would not have let this end. It's just... Alas, this Miss Lan is really a pity. Although I have only met her a few times, and I don't know why Miss Lan looked at me as if she wanted to eat me, as if I had offended her before... But I won the third debate later, so I did offend her."

"But I can feel that her feelings for Wen Ruo are special. After all, I heard that they are childhood sweethearts like us..."

Zhao Lingfei suddenly interrupted: "We are different from them."

Zhao Rong paused, and hearing the decisiveness and seriousness in her tone, he coughed lightly, realized his slip of the tongue, and nodded quickly.

This is indeed a bit unlucky.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei tightened her arms around her childhood sweetheart, withdrew her gaze and turned her head. She squinted her eyes, looked at the night scene with dim lights in the distance, and said something strange.

"Why didn't Lin Wenruo marry Lan Yuqing back then, instead of attacking Qing Jingzi?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "Why bother with this? We are going to fight each other anyway, so why not break off the engagement and humiliate her, so that she will hate him a little. At least she won't feel so bad afterwards."

Zhao Lingfei looked ahead, was silent for a while, and spoke softly, "If so, she is actually willing to accompany him, as long as Lin Wenruo marries her home."

Zhao Rong was silent.

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, "Another man who is so self-righteous as to think about women."

She turned her head to look at Zhao Rong's profile and said softly, "Brother Rong'er."

"Um?"

"I don't like Lin Wenruo, you... are not allowed to imitate him."

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at Qingjun, nodding seriously.

After a while, Zhao Rong felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was a little dull because of the conversation just now.

He coughed lightly, as if he had thought of something, and turned around and said with a smile: "I have long been fed up with that guy Wen Ruo. Do you think he can handle eighteen concubines by himself? And he hides them and doesn't let people see them..."

Concubine Zhao Ling, who had calmed down, raised her eyelids, glanced at Zhao Rong, and said with a smile, "Brother Rong'er, why do I feel like you are envious of others?"

Zhao Rong snorted, raised his chin, and said with disdain, "Envy? I'm not saying that. Just look at his mere eighteen concubines. Ha, even if he added a thousand, they are still not as good as my wife's one concubine. Would I envy him? That's all."

After saying this, he felt that these words were a perfect way of flattering the emperor in both explicit and implicit ways. I think the lady should be able to hear it.

Zhao Rong smiled complacently in his heart, raised his head and glanced at Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

I saw that she was listening with her head tilted.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded and thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Not even as good as... one of my wives?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

The air was silent for a second.

But Zhao Rong felt that this second was as long as a year and was fatal.

How could he dare to hesitate any longer? He thought about it and spoke immediately after a second, "It was a slip of the tongue, it was a slip of the tongue."

Zhao Rong said sincerely, "Qing Jun, let me explain it to you. What I said just now was about Wen Ruo's eighteen rooms. Well, plus the hypothetical one thousand rooms, I used one thousand and eighteen rooms to compare with you. I want to highlight your uniqueness to me and your value that is more important than life. Of course, who doesn't know your position in my heart?

But I couldn't help but say it, so in the words I organized, Wen Ruo's side was the eighteenth room, and I subconsciously used the room to describe you. This is my husband's fault, but you know, we Confucians are very particular about parallelism when speaking and writing... Well, this is the misunderstanding, Qingjun, do you understand?"

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and looked at his wife with hope in his eyes.

Zhao Lingfei nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, I see, Brother Rong'er, I thought you had many rooms."

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched. He didn't dare to say anything and shook his head vigorously.

Zhao Lingfei glanced at him and said, "But, Brother Rong'er, why do you have to explain so much? Just say it's a misunderstanding."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he immediately turned his head and frowned, "Silly boy, am I not afraid that you will have wild thoughts?"

Upon hearing this, Concubine Zhao Ling hugged his arm and smiled.

Zhao Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But I never expected her to suddenly ask, "Husband, how many rooms do you want?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

He didn't dare to respond.

"It's okay, husband. Tell me the truth. I'm not that kind of unreasonable and pedantic woman. Can I eat you?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced at Zhao Lingfei's encouraging expression, somewhat unsure whether she was fishing.

Qingjun would indeed not eat him, but he was afraid that Qingjun's sword heart would be broken again... According to Gui, the sword heart she had destroyed before has not recovered much yet. If it was broken again, Zhao Rong would probably have to doubt whether he was really born to be unlucky with women.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and said firmly: "One room for my wife!"

He thought this answer should be enough and he would not ask any more questions.

As a result, what was unexpected was that after hearing this, Qingjun shook his head and said, "It's not possible for me to have only one room."

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then immediately threw the question back, "Madam, how many rooms do you think are suitable?"

She continued, "If it's just me, outsiders will definitely say that I'm jealous. The most important thing is that it won't be good for your reputation, for example, I'm henpecked or something like that. This won't do. How about... two rooms, and I'll give you one."

Zhao Rong was overjoyed and shouted in his heart, Xiaoxiao, Qingjun agreed, I will pick you up right away...

Concubine Zhao Ling's face slightly flushed, she turned her head to look at the night scene beside the road, "We can't forget Qian'er, she is my personal maid, and we grew up together, we... the three of us must always be together."

Zhao Rong's expression froze and his shoulders slumped slightly.

A quarter of an hour later.

When they approached Nanci Jingshe, the two of them deliberately slowed down their pace tacitly, and finally arrived at the door of the Jingshe.

They cuddled together for a while before reluctantly saying goodbye.

Zhao Rong watched Concubine Zhao Ling enter the temple. After he could no longer see her back, he still stood there quietly.

Not long.

Zhao Rong sighed slightly, turned and left.