"No." She shook her head quickly, her voice soft, "Whenever Qian'er was unhappy, she would drag me to the city to buy things. She said that shopping would make her feel better. You can take it to cheer yourself up."

Zhao Rong glanced at the bulging purse in Qingjun's hand. He knew something about Qingxie coins and Caidie coins. They were the currencies that replaced spirit stones for easy circulation in Duyou City, especially Caidie coins, which were very precious.

But unlike when he just accepted the tea and autumn clothes, this time, Zhao Rong did not reach out to take them.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at Zhao Rong with her bright eyes and said with a smile:

"You are my husband, what's mine is yours, and what's yours is still yours. It doesn't matter who has the purse. Why can't you accept it? A man cannot be without money, and you cannot be without expenses in the academy. Brother Rong'er, take the purse. If you want anything else, I will bring it to you when I go to Linlu Academy to find you."

Concubine Zhao Ling grabbed Zhao Rong's hand, pried open his fingers, and stuffed the purse into his hand.

Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun. She had even thought of a reason for him to be a gigolo and even provided him with a ladder to get down.

Before tonight, Zhao Rong always thought that it was not uncommon for a man to eat soft rice. Why can't I eat the soft rice of my wife? It also depends on my ability, okay?

He has always been eager to live off Qingjun.

It was just when it happened right before his eyes, when Qingjun carefully put the soft rice to his mouth and coaxed him to eat it.

Zhao Rong suddenly found that he couldn't eat it at all.

Just like when the stomach disease is suddenly cured, this soft rice suddenly doesn’t taste good anymore.

It turns out that thinking about and doing something like living off someone are two completely different things.

Especially when facing a woman with whom you sincerely want to stay together forever, how could you be willing to force yourself to be a gigolo?

If I need it, I will ask you and you will give it to me without hesitation. That's fine.

But like now, you take the initiative to put free food in front of my mouth and beg me to eat it. I don’t want this kind of abnormal relationship.

Zhao Rong had a calm expression. He looked deeply at Qingjun who was stuffing something into his hand. Then he pulled his hand out and gently pushed her purse back.

"I don't want it." Zhao Rong shook his head, "I still have some spirit stones on me, which is enough."

Zhao Lingfei's eyes dimmed slightly, and her bare hands holding the purse gradually tightened, revealing the sharp edges of the coins inside.

In the past, the woman who had always been aloof, self-reliant and taciturn in front of others, now looked down at the ground awkwardly in front of her lover, with her hand holding the purse still raised in the air, not knowing whether to give or take, and for a moment, she was at a loss.

She was secretly annoyed, wondering if she had been clumsy with her words again and hurt Rong'er's male pride...

However, before Zhao Lingfei could continue to blame herself too much.

She suddenly fell into a warm embrace.

Zhao Rong saw Qingjun looking around with her head down and was afraid that she was having wild thoughts again.

He took a step forward and held Qingjun in his arms.

Concubine Zhao Ling was stunned, then she reacted and quickly opened her arms to hug Zhao Rong.

Outside Qinglianxuan, in front of the courtyard gate.

The two hugged each other.

Strictly speaking, this should be the first time Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei hugged each other.

When returning the jade that night at the beach, it was Zhao Rong who went to hug Concubine Zhao Ling unilaterally; she did not take the initiative.

This time, the two of them hugged each other very tightly.

Zhao Rong only felt that he was holding a warm and soft jade in his arms. He lowered his head and whispered to her neck, "I don't want your purse. Remember, silly boy, I am the one who raised you. Tell me what you want and I will get it for you."

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head in Zhao Rong's arms, her face pressed against his thick chest. At this moment, hearing Zhao Rong's unquestionable tone, Concubine Zhao Ling gently arched her small face against Zhao Rong's chest, like a happy kitten, and her voice came out muffled, "Brother Rong'er, is this true? Give me everything I want."

Zhao Rong said word for word, "This world, flowers, trees, mountains, seas, rivers, rare treasures, divine weapons, the sun, the moon, the stars, from the blue sky to the underworld, anything, as long as it can make you smile, I will get it for you!"

Concubine Zhao Ling looked up blankly, staring at Zhao Rong's resolute face, and heard his firm oath in her ears.

Her sword heart trembled.

In the heart of the lotus pond, lotus flowers are blooming and bamboo horses are neighing.

There are signs of dead trees coming back to life in spring.

Concubine Zhao Ling felt as if her heart was immersed in honey, but at this moment she inexplicably wanted to cry.

It is enough to hear a word from a good person. I have no regrets in this life and no other hopes.

Concubine Zhao Ling sniffed and buried her head in his arms again, her voice trembling, "You are... coaxing me again, Brother Rong'er always says stupid things. If I want the moon, can you pick it for me?"

Zhao Rong hugged her tightly, looked up at the bright moon above his head, and after a moment of silence, he narrowed his eyes and said, "How can I not pick this bright moon... Qingjun, I know you like it. Wait a little longer, give me some time, I will definitely fish out that moon and give it to you personally."

"Puchi." Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly, thinking that Brother Rong'er was just talking nonsense. She only wanted his kindness.

Concubine Zhao Ling continued to use her face to push against Zhao Rong's chest, her eyes filled with joy, "No, no, I don't like the bright moon in the sky, it's too cold..."

I like the bright moon in my heart, you are the bright moon in my heart, and I only want you.

She was too embarrassed to speak, so she said it silently in her heart.

Zhao Rong smiled, knowing Qing Jun's intention, but he still said: "Qing Jun, if I pick the bright moon for you, how will you reward me?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was startled, thinking that he was joking again, saying something playful. She thought for a moment, narrowed her eyes and smiled, and said in the same playful tone: "Then I will give you the jade."

Concubine Zhao Ling knew what Zhao Rong wanted most.

"real?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked down at her.

"Uh-huh."

"No shirking?"

"Not a bad boy."

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't think much about it and looked at him with a smile.

After a while, she put the matter behind her and suddenly spoke softly, "Brother Rong'er."

Zhao Rong's mouth was still curved, and he was in a good mood. "What's wrong?"

"Actually, what I want most right now is not those things."

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and looked around. The two of them were standing in the darkness in front of the courtyard gate. Occasionally passers-by on the bluestone path in the distance could not see here.

She looked alert, observed for a while like a thief, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around.

Concubine Zhao Ling hesitated in Zhao Rong's arms for a long time before finally speaking out to Zhao Rong's puzzled eyes the words that she had kept in her heart for several days, which was also the reason why she brought him here tonight.

She blushed and mumbled something.

The sound was so soft as to make one feel like a mosquito. Zhao Rong could not hear it clearly at all. He only vaguely caught a few words, such as "want", "you", "me", etc.

He became more and more confused, "What did you say? What do you want me to do?"

Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and this time, her voice was a little louder.

She whispered.

"I want you to... kiss me."

After she finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling seemed to have given up hope. She mustered up her courage, raised her head and met Zhao Rong's strange gaze. Even though her cheeks were burning, she still insisted on looking him in the eye.

Zhao Rong: “…”

He was in a daze, and at first he suspected that he was hallucinating, but this guess was overturned in an instant.

I want you to kiss me?

Zhao Rong stared straight at the long eyes of the beauty in his arms, and saw complex expressions of hope, shyness, and eagerness mixed together in them.

The teardrop mole under his left eye always reminded him that this was Qingjun, and he did not hold the wrong person.

And all of this together constitutes a scene that Zhao Rong had never imagined.

Qingjun is asking for a kiss?

Zhao Rong swallowed his saliva, feeling slightly dazed. Thinking about it this way, something was indeed wrong these past few days. Ever since he washed his feet deep in the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden that day, he had been thinking about taking it slow and restraining himself from "bullying" Qingjun, so there hadn't been any overly intimate actions these past few days.

But... Qingjun is not satisfied?

When Concubine Zhao Ling saw Zhao Rong staring at her strangely, she felt very ashamed and regretted her bold words and actions more and more.

It’s bad, it’s bad, when I’m with Brother Rong’er, I seem to become more and more strange. I agreed to just hint to this idiot, and forget it if it doesn’t work after trying it once, but in the end… It’s all Brother Rong’er’s fault, why is he so hypocritical and insisted that I speak up, it’s bad, it’s bad…

"If you don't want to, forget it."

Concubine Zhao Ling's face flushed red, she struggled, pushed Zhao Rong with both hands, and prepared to slip back to Qinglianxuan, bury herself under the quilt, and never come out to see anyone again.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes and came to his senses. He would never let the delicious meat in his mouth slip away.

He leaned forward, put his big hands around Qingjun's slender waist, and held his wife tightly in his arms again, with a serious expression, "Qingjun, you want to, of course you don't want to? You are my wife, I must help you with this. It is my unshirkable responsibility as your husband to let you try new things."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to put his head closer, vowing to satisfy his wife's strange request.

But when the time came, Concubine Zhao Ling was so ashamed that she no longer had the courage she had just now. She struggled in Zhao Rong's arms and tried to run away.

Seeing Zhao Rong approaching, Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head left and right, not wanting him to succeed.

"No more kissing, no more kissing, Brother Rong'er, please let me go, I won't kiss you anymore... no more kissing... mmm."

Zhao Lingfei was blocked from speaking before she could finish her words.

Her eyes were wide open, staring at Zhao Rong who was so close to her.

The two of them stared at each other.

The air around seemed to be frozen.

Zhao Rong was pleasantly surprised to find that Qingjun's coffee actually had the flavor of jasmine, which was sweet and not greasy, and perfectly suited his light taste.

Concubine Zhao Ling was stunned and motionless.

This is a jasmine flower that has grown quietly for seventeen years and is being picked for the first time.

The air around the two of them became quiet, without a single sound.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Gradually there were some sounds in the air.

result.

It stimulated the delicate and lovely jasmine flower.

"Oh my god."

“Mmmmm… ah!”

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei's exclamations rang out almost at the same time.

Zhao Rong felt a stinging pain somewhere on his upper lip, followed by a taste of rust.

"Hiss~"

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and touched his lips with his fingers, then looked down and saw some blood on his fingers.

Zhao Rong was speechless.

Seeing this, Concubine Zhao Ling grabbed his hand and looked at his broken lip with heartache.

It was her first time and she was not very experienced. She was also stimulated by the sizzling sound made by Zhao Rong. She struggled slightly and twisted her body in protest, but her teeth hit his lips.

Zhao Lingfei said in a self-blaming tone, "Brother Rong'er, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."

Zhao Rong blinked, but was not angry. He just sighed that his wife's silver teeth were so sharp, comparable to those of a little fox.

He reached out and wiped the blood off his lips, then couldn't help but look at the slightly upturned pink lips of the woman in front of him.

Zhao Rong subconsciously smacked his lips. The remaining jasmine nectar left him with a lingering aftertaste.

However, Zhao Rong's greedy behavior made Zhao Lingfei think that he was disgusted by the taste of blood in his mouth.

She frowned slightly and bit hard on her lips that had just been moistened by someone.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling saw tiny beads of blood coming out of the wound on Zhao Rong's lips.

The two were too close.

She took a slight breath, opened her mouth softly, then without thinking, she stood on tiptoe and raised her head, her lips slightly parted.

He was stunned and stared at Qingjun intently.

After the breakup, Zhao Lingfei lowered her head in shame at Rong Erge's gaze. But soon, the shameless request of this enemy rang in Zhao Lingfei's ears again.

"Qingjun, cough, cough, the blood is coming out again."

Zhao Rong blinked and pouted his lips slightly like a child.

Zhao Lingfei was helpless and looked up at him with an angry look, but she still quickly stretched out her hands and gently held Zhao Rong's face.

Concubine Zhao Ling frowned and looked carefully at the wound on his upper lip. She suppressed her shame and stood on tiptoe and raised her head again.

There was another heart-throbbing tenderness.

Zhao Rong licked his lips.

"Qingjun, there is more."

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her chin.

"Qingjun, here you go again."

Concubine Zhao Ling closed her eyes and raised her head.

"Qing Jun...mmmm."

Before Zhao Rong could finish his words, his mouth was blocked.

The wound had long stopped bleeding, but Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei's business had just begun.

Zhao Lingfei was obviously a novice for the first time, but under the guidance of Zhao Rong, an experienced and extremely hardworking little bee, she made rapid progress.

From freezing to responding awkwardly.

Just this one kiss.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei didn't think much about it. She just thought that the man was born with a natural talent for eating women's rouge and learned it by nature. After a little confusion, she put it out of her mind.

Time passes by every second.

The two of them were still hugging each other, but this time, Concubine Zhao Ling was pressed down by Zhao Rong, with her back against the door.

…

Not long.

Just when Zhao Rong was somewhat surprised at Qingjun's learning speed and proud of his careful training.

"Hey, have you guys kissed enough? It's never going to end, right?"

A voice suddenly sounded from nowhere, with a very impatient tone.

Zhao Rong, who had his eyes closed, was startled, his eyes suddenly opened, and his body leaned back subconsciously.

Zhao Rong frowned and looked around quickly, wanting to ask loudly, but there was no one else around except the person who was tilting his head and curiously watching them drink the honey water.

"Don't look at me. Master Zhao is really a forgetful person. How long have I been sleeping? How long have you forgotten about me?"

The slightly hoarse voice sounded again.