"Qingjun, ah~"
Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and looked at the lake outside the pavilion.
The autumn water was rippling, the breeze was cool and gentle, and she looked into the distance and saw the clear blue sky.
At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling was sitting dignified and gracefully in the pavilion by the lake, on the railing on the side facing the water. After hearing this, she was silent for a while, then turned to look at the man in front of her with a bright smile.
Zhao Rong was standing in front of Concubine Zhao Lingfei, holding lotus seed glutinous rice porridge in one hand and a porcelain spoon in the other. He scooped a spoonful of hot porridge, put the bowl below, and carefully handed it to Concubine Zhao Lingfei's mouth.
Zhao Rong let out a cry and slightly opened his mouth, coaxing her to drink.
Concubine Zhao Ling glanced outside the pavilion. There was no one passing by. Then she looked at her husband's smiling face, her eyes clear and bright, and she said with a smile, "My husband hasn't taught me yet."
Zhao Rong frowned and pretended to be angry.
"Qingjun, what are you talking about? My wife is gentle and virtuous, with a peerless beauty. She is unparalleled in heaven and the only one on earth. She is the best woman in the world. She knows etiquette and is very righteous. I have exhausted all my blessings in my eight lifetimes to be able to marry her. Why do I need your husband to interfere? It's unnecessary to teach me. It's better for my wife to teach me..."
As he was talking, he coughed lightly and asked, "Um, is the porridge still a little hot? This box is pretty good at keeping the heat."
Concubine Zhao Ling smiled faintly, looked at him, and said nothing.
Zhao Rong moved the spoon to his mouth, blew on it, and then handed it back to Qingjun's lips. He glanced at his wife's red lips, which were pink and wet, like the delicate petals of azalea after the spring rain. He wondered what kind of rouge Qingjun had sipped today...
Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at Zhao Rong who was distracted for a moment, then looked at the lotus porridge that he had carefully blown over. She did not immediately lower her head to eat. Instead, she tilted her head and bit her lips lightly, causing Zhao Rong to feel a little nervous.
Concubine Zhao Ling said softly: "My husband, you really don't want to teach me? It's okay, my husband can say it, I am not an unreasonable person."
You are not unreasonable, you are just jealous and you are unreasonable.
Zhao Rong's hand holding the porcelain spoon trembled and he complained in his heart. However, when he thought about it carefully, Qingjun had indeed given him enough face in front of others and was well-behaved and obedient, even lowering himself for this.
You have to know that she is a woman who is proud to the core, a prodigy of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion. So what if she just broke the formation by breaking the bowl in Dongli Cottage? If she wants to break the formation, then go ahead and break it. Qingjun is a swordsman with a pure mind and an indomitable spirit. She has a reason to draw her sword, so she just breaks it.
However, in order to accommodate her husband's concerns and cooperate with his way of dealing with the matter, she silently and without hesitation accompanied him in playing the good and bad cops role and took the initiative to give in and apologize to the other women.
Zhao Rong felt the constant warmth coming from the wall of the bowl in his hand, and his heart warmed slightly. Qingjun was now showing a little temper in private, so what if she scolded him a few times? He could just coax her. Girls should be coaxed, especially a girl like Qingjun. Coaxing her might give him everything.
Zhao Rong raised his eyes and met the gaze of Concubine Zhao Ling, who tilted her head to look at him. He smiled gently and said seriously:
"Qingjun, you are not wrong. You don't need your husband to teach you. What you did just now was just a temporary measure. Yu Huaijin is not simple. Let's give her some way out. If we can avoid any grudges, we should do so. However, you drew your sword for me, and in the end you suffered for me. Your husband really feels sorry and guilty."
Zhao Rong lowered his head and blew on the porridge again, his face focused.
Concubine Zhao Ling stared at Rong Erge, who was feeding her porridge gently, and lowered her eyes slightly, "I'm not wronged."
After she finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling opened her mouth slightly, raised her chin, and took a bite of the lotus seed porridge that Zhao Rong brought to her lips. Her eyes curved into crescents.
“So sweet.”
She looked at Zhao Rong and called out with a sweet smile.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "I think it tastes just right, Qingjun doesn't like it?"
With a worried tone, he looked around, his gaze lingering on the forest on the right that was close to the lake, and then his eyes lit up.
"I'll get some spring water and add a little to it to dilute the sweetness."
Before he could finish his words, Zhao Rong, holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, turned around and went to fetch spring water.
However, the next moment, he paused because someone had already grabbed him.
"Don't go," Zhao Lingfei held the corner of his clothes with both hands, "I didn't say I don't like sweet things, idiot."
As she spoke, she turned her gaze away, looking outside the pavilion, not looking at him.
"Oh." Zhao Rong nodded, smiled, scooped a spoonful of hot porridge and handed it to Qingjun's mouth.
At this moment, Qingjing, who had been swinging on Concubine Zhao Lingfei's cloud-like hairpin, suddenly stopped swinging. The purple tassels, surrounded by the lingering mist, turned back into the appearance of a little girl. Her two little arms stretched out towards Zhao Rong as if she was paddling in the water, and she even made some babbling sounds from her mouth.
Zhao Rong glanced at Qingjing who was begging for porridge coquettishly, then looked away, ignored this "stupid daughter" and continued to serve her mother.
What a waste of energy, drink shitty porridge...
However, Qingjing seemed to have already seen through this father who "favored sons over daughters" and turned to look for her mother, rubbing her cheek affectionately, and stretching out a pair of purple little hands to comb the few strands of black hair hanging from Concubine Zhao Ling's temples.
Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong coughed twice, fed her another spoonful of porridge, and then scooped a small spoonful for the curious Qingjing to taste.
She held the spoon in her quiet little hands, buried her face and took a bite, smacking the food a few times. Then she shook her head and held the base of Zhao Rong's spoon, babbling, and looked very happy.
The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he bent his fingers to flick the little guy who was holding the spoon tightly, with a look of disgust on his face; Qingjing dodged left and right, twisting his little body here and there.
Concubine Zhao Ling watched the fight between the "father and daughter" with a smile on her face.
At this moment, a pedestrian was walking not far from the Ya Pavilion, and it seemed that he was going to pass by the pavilion.
Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly stood up, took the bowl and spoon from Zhao Rong's hands without saying a word, and pushed him back to his seat.
Then, she stood in front of Zhao Rong, like a virtuous wife, and began to mix the porridge with her bare hands and feed him with gentle and graceful movements.
Passersby, passing by the pavilion, saw this scene and couldn't help but quicken their pace. Some even saw the loving couple in the pavilion from afar and did not pass by the pavilion, but took a detour.
Zhao Rong blinked and couldn't help laughing at the woman in front of him who suddenly changed her demeanor.
Concubine Zhao Ling glared at him.
Zhao Rong quickly put away his smile.
Afterwards, he enjoyed Qingjun's service for a while, turned his head to look at the sky outside, and suddenly said: "Qingjun, why don't you stay here for one night."
"No," Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head away and refused, but after a pause, she squinted at Zhao Rong and said crisply, "My husband knew it when he was a child. I kick people when I sleep. You... Aren't you afraid that I will kick you?"
Zhao Rong was in high spirits, and said in a firm tone, "Don't be afraid!"
Zhao Lingfei turned around, looked at him for a while, and smiled, "Brother Rong'er, with your body, I will kick you to death."
He glanced at his wife's pair of straight, round, slender long legs, and couldn't help but look at the delicate and small purple embroidered shoes she wore today. He said seriously: "Qingjun, I can die under your legs, ahem, and your feet... I think it's worth it."
Concubine Zhao Ling's smile froze. No one knew what she was thinking of. Her pink lips slightly opened, her beautiful eyes widened, and a look of disbelief flashed across them. Her cheeks, which were originally white with a hint of pink, turned even red.
In Zhao Rong's eyes at this moment, this is the most brilliant flower in autumn.
Concubine Zhao Ling recovered. She was holding a bowl and a spoon in her hands, lowered her head, and then turned around in shame, with her back to Zhao Rong, "A playboy... a playboy, Brother Rong'er is a playboy, he has become a bad person, he was not like this before."
In the past, when Rong'er and his brother were washing their feet in a clear spring when they were young, she would mischievously stretch her feet to step on his feet in the spring water. Rong'er would always say with disgust, "Don't stretch your stinky feet there, take them away quickly" or "Whose pig's trotter is this? It's so small, with only a few pounds of meat, and you want to sell it for money? It's not enough for me to eat."
Even later, after Rong'er went to a private school, he never washed feet or played games with Concubine Zhao Lingfei again. He always had a stern face and said something like, "It's not proper for a little girl to expose her feet."
As for Brother Rong'er now, if she dared to stretch out her legs and feet, she would not be able to escape from his clutches in the next second. Moreover, she would not be able to take them back unless she...she lost a lot of skin.
Who knows what else Brother Rong'er will do to embarrass her.
Of course, he has so many tricks up his sleeve now...
"Pah." Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and spat lightly, then turned around and glared at Zhao Rong with a stern face, her eyes full of anger.
She said seriously:
"Brother Rong'er, stop thinking about those weird things. Don't think about them."
Zhao Rong blinked, "My wife's can't do it, it's not someone else's."
"No, you can't let your mind... let it think of me doing weird... weird things, no." Zhao Lingfei's originally narrow and long eyes widened, and she was full of vigor, but her words were stuttering.
"I'm just thinking about it, not really doing it. Qingjun, why do you have to control what I think? It's so unreasonable."
Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyelashes brushed her clear eyes, and then she spoke fiercely, rarely showing her coquettishness, "You are my husband, you are mine, all mine, I say you can't think about it, then you can't think about it, husband, you must be obedient, in broad daylight, don't think about... don't think about any strange things about me."
Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun, who rarely showed his unreasonable side, without blinking, and felt a little curious.
Because in his impression, Qingjun was weak, quiet and well-behaved in front of him when she was a child. Now that she has grown up, she has no one to protect her, so she has become self-reliant and strong, and has become cold and aloof, but generally she is rational and reasonable.
However, what Zhao Rong didn't know was that no matter how rational and cold a woman is, once she falls in love and snuggles in her lover's arms, she will become "unreasonable" and may show all the temper of a little girl, but only to one person.
Still be polite and reasonable to others.
Yes, that is such an unfair distinction.
However, for some women, in this life, they will only "treat differently" to one person, yes, that one person, is their first love.
And Zhao Lingfei was even worse. Her little heart was already filled with one man very early on.
In this life, the first love is the last love.
From the pigtail to the age of marriage, from black hair to white hair.
Just have him and be loyal to him forever.
Therefore, after thinking that she was betrayed and that Zhao Rong didn't want her anymore.
Only then would Concubine Zhao Ling's sword heart be shattered and her heart be dead as ashes.
And now, after countless hardships, twists and turns, separations and separations, Zhao Rong has moved into her heart again and is slowly beginning to mend this broken heart.
It's like the spring breeze blowing across the desolate land again, bringing all things to life.
However, after Zhao Rong entered this originally shaky and wind-worn "house", if he wanted to get out, it would no longer be a matter of breaking half of his sword heart, but a matter of the house collapsing and everything being destroyed, and even... only one person would be left.
At this moment, in this small pavilion by the lake with few people around, Concubine Zhao Ling, who was originally a cold and arrogant white lotus fairy, turned into a rude and arrogant girl in front of Zhao Rong, her childhood sweetheart who finally became her husband.
Her gentleness and quietness, her cuteness and naivety, her arrogance and arrogance, are all directed only at him.
"You are not allowed to think of any strange things about me!"
Concubine Zhao Ling puffed her lips slightly, stared at Zhao Rong, wanting her husband to be obedient.
At the same time, she kept paying attention to her surroundings. Seeing that no one was disturbing her, Zhao Lingfei felt relieved. In front of others, she must absolutely respect her husband and protect his face. This was the red line that she had set in her heart that should not be crossed since her willful behavior at the Nuanxi Gathering.
Now that there is no one around and she can be with Brother Rong'er in private, she can be a little "willful" occasionally, and... it is time to practice the "art of controlling her husband" that Aunt Liu taught her.
At that time, Concubine Zhao Ling was still unmarried and Aunt Liu was still alive. She had just been engaged to Zhao Rong. Compared with her own daughter-in-law, Aunt Liu treated her more like her own daughter, taught her by example, and was not worried at all that her future son would lose his authority and suffer at the hands of her "own daughter".
At that time, in the boudoir, Aunt Liu quietly taught her how to control Rong'er. Those words made Zhao Lingfei remember them clearly, such as "No matter how old a man is, he is actually a child, just like Rong'er now. He should be pampered at ordinary times, but he should also be disciplined when appropriate, especially when there are some strange signs that are about to emerge. However, the means of discipline should be a combination of hardness and softness, and the right degree should be mastered..."
Concubine Zhao Lingfei still remembered that when Rong'er was a child, he was fearless in front of her, but he was very obedient in front of Aunt Liu.
Therefore, Concubine Zhao Ling did not doubt Aunt Liu's words...
Inside the Yating.
Zhao Lingfei narrowed her long eyes slightly, and her eyes were like a pool of autumn water. The rippling waves were reflecting Rong'er brother in front of her, his face that was very familiar to him. The lovely light brown teardrop mole under her left eye also moved slightly upward and in an arc as she squinted, and left its original position.
In Zhao Rong's eyes, Qingjun at this moment looked more like... a tigress slowly emerging from a cave. Well, it was white, because white tigers are beautiful.
The white tiger seemed to be extremely hungry and thirsty. It was slowly raising its paws and walking in circles with graceful movements. It stared at him with narrowed eyes without blinking. The air was quiet. But in the next second, the white tiger would suddenly turn from stillness to pounce on him with its chest, pin him to the ground, knock him unconscious, and drag him back to the cave. Don't even think about going out to look for his "good friend" the little fox with full energy from then on.
Not to mention bringing the little fox back to the tigress's cave as a guest, it would definitely be a one-way trip!
So he had to use the art of controlling women to subdue this white tiger that wanted to ride on him, and then give her a good beating!
By then, he could enter and exit the caves of the white tiger and the little fox at will, and they could go in pairs...
Danger!
Zhao Rong became very alert...
"Husband, do you understand?"
The corners of Concubine Zhao Ling's lips curled up slightly, she raised her chin slightly, and glanced at Brother Rong'er with her clear eyes.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Be good, open your mouth."
Concubine Zhao Ling scooped a spoonful of hot porridge, blew on it lightly with her lips, then handed the porcelain spoon to Rong Erge's mouth with a smile and said something with a double meaning.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and said nothing.
Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyebrows and was secretly delighted.
She opened her lips slightly, ready to coax him.
But the next moment, what Zhao Lingfei didn't expect was that before she could swing the stick, give a sweet date, and perfectly perform the first move of controlling her husband, Rong Erge suddenly spoke.
"Okay then," Zhao Rong nodded calmly, then slightly turned his gaze away from Concubine Zhao Lingfei and said softly, "Then I want someone else."
Someone else! Another woman?
In an instant, Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes wide and stared at Zhao Rong. Her red lips, which had been tightly closed, opened slightly, revealing a small pink tip of her tongue.
However, Zhao Rong did not look at his wife's lovely expression and attractive appearance at that moment.
He tilted his head, pretending to be nonchalant, looking at the scenery on the lake, and said casually:
"My wife doesn't want me to think about it, so I guess it's ok for others to do it. My wife can't control this kind of thing."
"no!"
Bang--
Concubine Zhao Lingfei slammed the bowl on the table and refused without thinking.
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