Zhao Rong was about to follow him in.

But in the next second, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stopped and turned around, put her hand on Zhao Rong's chest, and stopped him.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head, and Qingjing in her arms also imitated her.

The big and the small one tilted their heads and looked at Zhao Rong.

"Brother Rong'er, what are you doing?"

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and his expression was slightly stiff. He never expected to be stopped outside the door by Qingjun.

Now that I'm here, why don't you let me in to have a cup of hot tea...

Seeing some teasing in Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes, Zhao Rong said with a stiff face: "Qing Jun, I'm a little thirsty. Do you have any tea in your room? I'll go in and have a sip and leave."

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and pretended to think. After thinking for a while, she nodded.

Zhao Rong's eyes lit up and he was about to speak, but Qing Jun's voice had already sounded.

"Yes, Rong'er, wait here and don't move. I'll go get you a cup."

After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Rong's reaction, she slammed the gate and went into the house to get some water.

Outside the door, Zhao Rong stood in the cool breeze and gradually became petrified. His shoulders slumped and he gasped for cold air. He felt that the cool breeze was very sticky in his teeth, just like being poured with a basin of cold water.

Zhao Rong frowned, feeling a little uneasy to stand, so he paced back and forth outside the courtyard gate. He turned his head several times to look at the closed door, and his brows furrowed even more.

After a while, the gate was finally opened.

Concubine Zhao Ling walked out with a steaming teacup in both hands. Beside her, Qing Jing was holding a cloth bag in both hands, floating in the air, swaying from side to side.

Zhao Lingfei held the tea and looked up at Rong Erge. She saw that he had a stern face, his arms crossed on his chest, looking at her expressionlessly.

Concubine Zhao Ling blinked and handed over the teacup, "Brother Rong'er, have some tea."

Zhao Rong turned his head away and did not move.

She narrowed her long, clear eyes, looking at Rong'er's rare childish look, and could only say:

"Husband, have some tea."

Her voice was gentle, coaxing Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong didn't turn his head and remained motionless.

"Husband~"

There was a hint of begging in Concubine Zhao Ling's tone.

Zhao Rong finally spoke up, and said unhappily, "If you don't let me in to drink, then why did you bring me here?"

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head, stared at the teacup in her hand, and remained silent.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and still turned his head away, not looking at her. However, he reached out to take the cup of hot tea that had been blown again and again by a woman before she left the house, leaving a little rouge on it. He put it to his mouth and drank it all in one gulp like a cow. As for the rouge flavor and the perfect temperature in the tea, he could not taste it at all.

Concubine Zhao Ling took the teacup back with both hands, looked down at the empty cup with only a few tea leaves left, and smiled faintly.

She looked at Rong'er's angry expression again, was silent for a while, and reached out to take the cloth bag that Qingjing was holding.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened the cloth bag and saw several thick Confucian robes inside. She pinched a corner of the clothes with her fingers and rubbed it gently.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and gazed at the fabrics with fine and solid stitching, her brows full of tenderness and a little contentment.

"Brother Rong'er, the weather is getting cold, you should put on more clothes."

Zhao Rong said in a firm tone, "No, it's not cold."

Of course, Zhao Lingfei knew that with Rong'er's current physical condition, this little autumn chill was nothing, and he could just wear a thin student uniform.

But she still held the cloth bag in both hands and handed it to Zhao Rong, with a determined look on her face, and shook her head, "No, Brother Rong'er, you must buy autumn clothes in autumn. In the past... Aunt Liu knitted autumn clothes for us every year."

Now that she's gone, I'll do it.

Concubine Zhao Ling continued softly in her heart.

When Zhao Rong heard the man's name, he was silent for a while and put down his crossed arms. He lowered his head, grabbed the cloth bag in front of him, and put it into the Sumeru object.

Seeing this, Concubine Zhao Ling smiled sweetly. She looked up and stared at Zhao Rong without blinking.

Zhao Rong did not go to see her, but looked around. There was no one around and the night was quiet. The two of them stood at the gate of the courtyard. If there were pedestrians passing by on the bluestone path in the distance, their view would be blocked by the jungle and they would not be able to see this place.

He rolled up his sleeves and turned around, facing Qingjun sideways, his eyes looking towards the bluestone path, and said softly: "Anything else?"

Seeing that he didn't even look at her from beginning to end, Concubine Zhao Ling's smile gradually faded. She raised her eyes and stared at Zhao Rong's profile, and whispered an explanation.

"You, you haven't got the black jade yet."

Because you don't have the jade, you can't go in.

The jade was not replaced on the wedding night, so the two missed it. If the jade is replaced now, it will be the wedding night.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips. When he thought of the black jade, he had a headache. "Who knows where you put the jade? How can I get it?"

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at Zhao Rong's face and said softly, "Brother Rong'er, it's on you."

Zhao Rong was speechless, "If you are hiding in the Sumeru object, how can I get it?"

He turned his back to her, "It's just making things difficult for people."

Concubine Zhao Ling wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally closed her eyes and remained silent.

Because she really did it on purpose and didn't want to give the jade to Brother Rong'er.

It was not because she was reserved or shy. On the contrary, Concubine Zhao Ling was afraid that she would be too unreserved and shy in front of Zhao Rong, so she did everything he wanted.

Brother Rong Er is now in the Heavenly Realm, which is the critical period for polishing his foundation. How can we give him the jade?

If it was Fuyao Realm, it would be easy to say...

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly reached out and took the white jade from her waist and stopped wearing it. When Zhao Rong could get the black jade, whose location she had actually hinted at many times, Concubine Zhao Ling would wear it together with him.

"If you want to give me autumn clothes, just let me wait at the entrance of the abode. Why bother bringing me here..."

When I came, they wouldn't let me in to have tea.

After saying this, Zhao Rong frowned, but still couldn't help but glance at Qingjun. Seeing that she didn't answer and looked like a little girl who had made a mistake, he suddenly felt soft in his heart and his anger subsided.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment, still expressionless, but his tone softened a little, "It's getting late, I'll leave first, you should have a good rest."

Zhao Rong, who had been facing the bluestone path, walked straight forward against the cool breeze.

Next second.

His hand was grabbed by someone and he stopped in his tracks.

Concubine Ling of Zhao grabbed Zhao Rong and led him back.

"Don't go," she said.

"Don't go."

Repeated again.

Zhao Rong felt the strength in Qingjun's hand and felt that something was wrong with her tonight. He frowned and said, "Qingjun, is there anything else?"

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded gently, her chest heaving slightly. She wanted to speak several times, but swallowed it back, and remained hesitant to speak.

Under Zhao Rong's puzzled gaze, Concubine Zhao Ling was quiet for a while, and suddenly reached out from her sleeve and took out a brocade bag embroidered with a green lotus.

She smiled.

"The prices in Duyou City are a bit high... Brother Rong'er, if there is anything you like, you can buy it without worry. I'll give you my purse, which contains some Green Fly Money and Colorful Butterfly Money. If it's not enough, I have more. I haven't spent much of the monthly allowance and the rewards for the competition. I've saved them all. Besides, Uncle Kun is in charge of the money at home now, but he will definitely give me whatever I need. If you want, I'll give it all to you. Don't be angry. Be happy, okay?"

Concubine Zhao Ling held the green lotus purse in front of Zhao Rong, her eyes slightly narrowed, like a cat offering wealth, waiting for her lover's happiness and praise.

Looking at the woman in front of him who was offering her "heart" to him, Zhao Rong's heart trembled.

He immediately put on a serious face and glanced at her sideways.

“Are you teaching me how to do things?”

Zhao Lingfei: “…”