No matter how slow you go, you will still finish the journey.

At the end is the gate of Nanci Jingshe.

Zhao Rong stopped and looked at the place carefully. He had become familiar with this place over the past month.

Then he took the initiative to let go of Concubine Zhao Ling's hand.

"Qingjun, I'm leaving first. I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning, so you don't have to see me off."

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her back to Zhao Rong. She did not speak or respond. She walked straight into the door.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, stared at his wife's back, and prepared to turn around and leave.

At this moment, just as he was about to turn around.

Concubine Zhao Ling's voice was carried by the evening breeze.

"Follow me, idiot."

Zhao Rong paused, and for a moment, he wondered if he was hallucinating.

What did Qingjun say?

Zhao Rong stared blankly at the slender back of Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

She seemed to have noticed his daze.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head slightly, and spoke softly again without turning her head, "If you don't want to come... forget it."

Zhao Rong opened his eyes slightly and then blinked.

He coughed lightly and quickly followed Zhao Lingfei. Only a fool would not go...

By the way, Qingjun, what you mean is... it's getting cold, let's go in and have a cup of tea?

Zhao Rong stepped forward quickly.

Zhao Lingfei heard Rong Erge's hurried footsteps behind her. She felt her ears getting hot and she immediately felt regretful...

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and said nothing.

The two of them were passing by the desk where the female official was sitting next to the door.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head, smiled at the female officials and nodded.

The high-headed female official nodded in agreement and looked at the man and woman passing by in front of her.

During these days, the young couple has been inseparable and very much in love. They can be seen every day, and the female official with high hair has long been accustomed to it.

But today, this Fairy Zhao actually brought him inside...

She glanced at Zhao Rong, who was wearing a thin and simple student uniform, with his sleeves rolled up, following behind Zhao Lingfei with his eyes fixed. At this moment, he suddenly stepped forward quickly, walked away side by side with Fairy Zhao.

The female official with high hair withdrew her gaze and looked at her colleagues who also had strange looks in their eyes.

It is not that men are not allowed to enter Nanci Jingshe, except for female students.

Inside the monastery are individual residences with appropriate spacing. They are the cultivation caves for the women from the four mansions. Each of them has its own restrictions, and things happening in each mansion generally do not affect others.

Therefore, as long as the owners of the courtyards in the monastery agree and guarantee, men can enter.

But, bringing people in at night...

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei walked along the bluestone path by the lake towards the depths of Nanci Jingshe.

The temple is very quiet and peaceful.

Some courtyards have magnificent buildings, while others are plain and simple, with only a solitary lamp by the window from a distance.

The cool evening breeze brought the fragrance of flowers planted by the women in the courtyard.

Because Zhao Lingfei was accompanied by a man, and because of the pure and agile aura floating around the two of them, it emitted a conspicuous hazy purple light in the darkness, like a lantern spirit on the mountain lighting the way for the two of them.

The female students they met on the road couldn't help but look sideways.

However, Zhao Rong didn't dare to glance around, because Qingjun was right next to him and his every move was under her eyes.

At this moment, he had a sense of déjà vu as if he was passing by the girls' dormitory in his previous life.

Although this place is very different from the girls' dormitory, all the people living here are practitioners, so it is estimated that no female students would hang their underwear such as bellybands and underpants outside.

But what if?

It's hard to say.

What if you accidentally catch a glimpse of some bold and unrestrained fairy in cool clothes... take a second look at her?

Of course not.

Zhao Rong had long realized that he had a romantic relationship, which he thought was a good thing in the past, but now...

Zhao Rong stared at the road ahead without looking away, his attention completely focused on Qingjun beside him.

He noticed that she had a calm expression and didn't seem to pay too much attention to his performance.

But the more this happened, the more cautious Zhao Rong became. In his previous life, he would pass by the girls' dormitory with his companions and steal a glance at them when they were not paying attention, but now he would never do that again.

Tonight it seems very likely that the revolution will succeed and we will be able to reap the fruits of victory, but we must not let a little sugar-coated bullet corrupt our destiny.

Qingjun’s sugar-coated bullets must be more delicious than this.

Zhao Rong had a serious expression on his face throughout the journey, but he was full of random thoughts in his mind.

But soon, he saw a little guy who ate the "sugar-coated bullet" before him...

The first time Jing appeared in human form, he was filled with joy and excitement.

The little girl, who was the size of a palm, crawled all over Concubine Zhao Lingfei's body.

Or crawl into Concubine Zhao Ling's sleeve.

Or he would hold the familiar white jade around Concubine Zhao Lingfei's waist and float into the air, flying around like a bee moving house, but his small body seemed to be struggling and was shaky in the air.

At this moment, Qingjing climbed onto the jade hairpin that was in Concubine Zhao Lingfei's hair. Like an octopus, she held the side of the hairpin that was not in her hair and swayed it back and forth, as if she wanted to pull it out.

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She tilted her head, raised her hand, and gently clenched her five fingers to grab the naive little girl.

Qingjing, who had been a little noisy and naughty at first, suddenly dared not move and returned to her usual well-behaved self.

She shrank her petite body and squatted on Concubine Zhao Lingfei's palm.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked down and saw a little girl with pigtails raising her head and looking at her, but she couldn't see the little girl's face clearly.

The next second, Qingjing stretched out his hands, held one of Zhao Lingfei's slender fingers with his two thin arms, and rubbed her fingertip with his face in a flattering manner.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at the "daughter" in her hand, who was given to her by Rong Erge to relieve her worries and boredom, and a certain string in her heart was gently plucked.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly moved, hugged Qingjing in her arms, and gently stroked her head with a slender index finger.

Qingjing was in a warm, comfortable and gentle place. She looked up and stretched out her hands, wanting to grab Zhao Lingfei's fingers, and her body moved back and forth in the gentle place.

At a certain moment, Qing Jing seemed to feel uncomfortable. She moved left and right, and arched back and forth in Zhao Lingfei's arms...

Zhao Rong, who was standing at the side, stared at the scene, unable to take his eyes away.

Zhao Rong suddenly discovered that his child’s cafeteria was actually quite large and not as small as it had looked from the outside.

Qingjun was wearing a sky blue chest-length skirt today, which was a popular dress among aristocratic women in the secular dynasties down the mountain, and also in their ancestral home, Da Chu.

If Qingjun had not been sent to the mountain to practice cultivation because of her extraordinary talent, she would probably have been like many other women from powerful families in Qianjing, Great Chu, becoming an ordinary lady, taking care of her husband and children...

This chest-length skirt is also called a high-waisted skirt. It is a skirt with a very high waist. The upper part of the skirt is slim-fitting, and paired with the woman's slanted shoulders, it makes her look petite and exquisite. The overall look is elegant and gorgeous.

However, because the skirt is tied too high, it will easily slip off and expose the body when walking.

The skirt that Qingjun was wearing at the moment was tied above her chest with a belt. It was a complicated two-piece skirt that was more likely to slip off, and it was tied with a double-ear knot... If that part was a little smaller, it would slip off.

But Qingjun was wearing it very sturdily, and there was nothing wrong with it when he and he went on the trek to travel around the mountains and rivers today, and it held up well.

This only means one thing...the lady is quite attractive.

Zhao Rong took another look at the scenery over at the children's cafeteria.

As expected, the size of the cafeteria can only be known through on-site inspection. It is impossible to tell its specific scale just from the outside.

Seeing Concubine Zhao Ling hugging Qing Jing tenderly, Zhao Rong suddenly remembered something. After thinking for a while, he said, "Qing Jun."

"Um?"

"In fact, during the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, that strange old man sent me two rays of purple air from the east."

Concubine Zhao Ling turned to look at Zhao Rong without saying a word.

Zhao Rong decided to make it clear, as he had only mentioned it implicitly before.

"In addition to this pure purple air, there is another one called Wuwei." Zhao Rong smiled, "I gave it to a friend."

He paused for a moment and added, "A very good friend. He is actually very lonely. Although he refuses to admit it, I know it, so I sent Wuwei to accompany him."

Concubine Zhao Ling had a worried look on her face. She wanted to ask more questions, but when she saw Zhao Rong's bright smile, she stopped talking and said softly, "Well, I understand."

The two continued to move forward, and soon they finally arrived at Qinglianxuan.

Zhao Rong looked curiously at this elegant courtyard hidden among the trees. Looking up from outside the courtyard, he could see a three-story building. It should be Qingjun's boudoir and also the place where Zhao Rong wanted to drink tea. He didn't know if the tea table inside was spacious enough to accommodate two people... It's okay, he'll know when he goes in.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling came forward holding Qingjing, pushed open the gate and walked inside.

Zhao Rong's face lit up with joy, and he took a deep breath secretly. His eyes were bright as he stared at Qingjun's pretty back, and he quickly followed.