"Gui, can you let her see the lake of my heart?"

Zhao Rong said in a deep voice.

"No, I am not sure if she has the ability to see through my heart lake and see me. Logically speaking, she is a young swordsman in the Haoran realm and she does not have such a rare and special method."

Gui refused categorically, and calmly analyzed the situation for Zhao Rong, "However, it is better to be safe than sorry. The power of her armor-class flying sword is still unknown. To be on the safe side, it is better not to show it to her to prevent me from being exposed..."

"No, return." Zhao Rong interrupted it and said seriously:

"I want to ask Qingjun if she can see what I'm thinking, or use the color and movement of my heart to detect lies. As for you, you are just an old man who is everywhere in vernacular novels. What is there to hide? If Qingjun hadn't asked, I would have told her a long time ago. Who knows, Qingjun might even admire me, Rong'er, for my identity as the child of destiny."

"???"

Gui really wanted to ask Zhao Rong if this was human language, but he didn't open his mouth to ask, because the answer was obvious, no, it would be better for such a crappy sword master to die early and move on to the next one.

Gui said in an agreeing tone, "Mr. Zhao is absolutely right. The old man who is everywhere on the street is not worthy of talking to you." After that, it ignored Zhao Rong and let the dog sword master fend for himself. It would not serve him anymore.

Zhao Rong shook his head secretly. Why did it feel like this was another difficult master to serve? No one was worry-free. It seemed that in addition to the imminent art of controlling women, he would have to study the "art of controlling swords" someday to properly deal with this sword spirit.

It's still easier and more worry-free to deal with the little bully. After coaxing her for a few words, she will do whatever she is told to do. Sometimes, if her "thinking slips", he will punish her with some family rules, and she will become soft and silly again.

And I don’t know if it’s the racial talent of the fox clan, but this stupid girl in the daytime can draw inferences when it’s not daytime but another kind of day. She can tell from just one look that she has moved.

Somehow, Xiaoxiao, whom Zhao Rong had not seen for nearly two months, appeared in Zhao Rong's mind again. He hurriedly dispelled these thoughts.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses in a flash, and sitting on the chair, he looked up at Qingjun in front of him. She was looking outside the Yating with her face turned away, as if she was sulking. Qingjun's profile looked cold, and she gave off a cold aura that kept strangers and husbands away.

Zhao Rong thought to himself that this was a tricky situation.

But he still didn't dare to let her take a look at his heart. He had just let his mind wander and was not restrained, so he began to miss Xiao Xiao unconsciously. This was also what Zhao Rong found strange recently. He often thought of Xiao Xiao. However, after thinking about it, he found that the reason might be the dry autumn and the long absence, which made people "angry". At present, Qingjun only cared about killing and not burying. If he let Qingjun take a look, she would use strange tricks...

Then don’t even think about coming out of the white tiger cave to find the little fox.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth secretly, and the next moment, his brows furrowed and he waved his sleeves.

"Unreasonable, Qingjun, how could you become so unreasonable?" He also turned his head away and looked in the direction outside the pavilion which was opposite to Concubine Zhao Lingfei's line of sight. His expression was solemn and he no longer looked at the woman in front of him.

Inside this elegant pavilion that no one has given it a name.

There was a young man and woman, one standing and the other sitting.

The standing woman has delicate and elegant new make-up. She is standing quietly with her hands crossed, but her pretty eyes are icy.

The man sitting upright had a serious face, a scholar's scarf and a green shirt. He was staring seriously, and was calm and speechless.

The couple, who had been married for more than half a year, were in a silent stalemate for a moment.

The atmosphere gradually became stiff, until later, even the autumn wind that had rippling the lake water could not cause the slightest ripple when it entered the pavilion.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but Zhao Rong felt it was a very long time.

At first he could still hold on, in this air that seemed to be frozen inside an iceberg. However, later on, as the hours ticked by, Zhao Rong found it increasingly unbearable, and even had vague auditory hallucinations.

The gentle voice of my wife came from the lake of my heart, saying only, "There is no one here, my husband just needs to take a small step back, and we will pretend that nothing happened. I will also serve you well and compensate you"...

Zhao Rong calmly pinched the flesh on his thigh, feeling a slight pain, and the auditory hallucination disappeared.

He pursed his lips and frowned, secretly groaning in his heart.

Normally when the two of them were together, he would be courteous to Qingjun and sometimes serve her tea and water, just like he just bent down and fed Qingjun porridge with his own hands. These were all fine and nothing serious. After all, the two of them were childhood sweethearts, had a deep affection, and had a tacit understanding. They would not look down on each other because of the other's "condescension" and "flattery".

Just think of it as mutual giving, and compared with the serious relationship of treating each other as equals and knowing each other like guests, it is more intimate and interesting.

However, the situation at this moment is different from the usual "pampering and indulgence" in nature.

Zhao Rong didn't know why Qing Jun suddenly attacked. She had just shown her sharp fangs like a white tiger, and half-seriously asked him to "never think about other women in your heart again." After that, they fought for a while and it came to this stalemate. The fight was already bloody, and one of them had to retreat.

It is necessary to temporarily decide who needs who more, who can't live without who, and who is more afraid of losing the other.

Zhao Rong also didn't like the depressing atmosphere between the two of them at the moment, but he was afraid that if he took a small step back now, there would be many small steps and big steps waiting for him to give in in the future.

Until the end, he was completely suppressed by Qingjun, and she took away the dominance of their relationship. There was no way he could turn things around from then on.

Zhao Rong's originally calm brows became even more furrowed.

At a certain moment, he couldn't help but glance to the right. Zhao Rong couldn't turn his head, otherwise Qingjun would notice it and think he was showing cowardice.

Therefore, due to limited vision, Zhao Rong could only catch a glimpse of Qingjun's back out of the corner of his eye.

She is tall, with a straight back and a high neck.

Zhao Rong felt that Qingjun at this moment was like a noble and arrogant phoenix, defending her pride, and it seemed that she would never take the initiative to look back at him.

Qingjun wanted him to surrender under her skirt.

Although food, accommodation and sleeping are included.

But Zhao Rong was still unwilling to be a slave.

What is Qingjun thinking about now?

Zhao Rong glanced at the pretty figure of Concubine Zhao Lingfei and suddenly thought to himself.

Gradually, he showed some hesitation on his thin face as he turned his back to Concubine Zhao Ling...

Where Zhao Rong can't see.

At some point.

Zhao Lingfei's expressionless face suddenly moved her cold eyes, and her autumn-water-like eyes began to ripple slowly like the lake outside the pavilion.

But immediately, she narrowed her autumn eyes slightly, and the wrinkles in her eyes were smoothed out in an instant, and she immediately calmed down.

The sun gradually rose, and several waves of pedestrians passed by the pavilion, but there was still no movement inside the pavilion.

At this moment.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes to glance at the bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge on the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, and then looked at Qingjun's proud back.

Forget it. Qingjun came to see me today, and asked me to make porridge, wear new clothes, and show my sword. I will temporarily accommodate her. Well, I will only take a step back, a small step, and I will never take a step back next time...

Zhao Rong sighed in his heart, his brows relaxed, and his hesitation disappeared. He looked at the lotus seed porridge on the table again.

Just now, Concubine Zhao Ling was angry and slammed the bowl hard on the table. Now, the two of them were on the side of the pavilion facing the lake. The stone table in the middle of the pavilion was right between them and the exit. At this time, the originally hot porridge no longer emitted white steam, and it must have cooled down a lot.

He pursed his lips.

suddenly.

Zhao Rong stood up.

Concubine Zhao Ling’s back trembled.

Zhao Rong did not turn around, so he did not see Qingjun's reaction. He was about to get some lotus seed porridge, then turn around to coax Qingjun and feed her the porridge.

Zhao Rong sighed in his heart and prepared to lick his wife well.

He took a step forward.

Whoosh——

“Don’t go!”

The next second, with a sudden sound of breaking through the air, Concubine Zhao Ling appeared behind Zhao Rong in an instant, and hurriedly grabbed his right forearm with both hands. She pulled Zhao Rong in panic.

"Don't go, I, I...I was wrong, don't go!"

Concubine Zhao Ling spoke in a panic.

At this moment, her almond-shaped eyes slightly opened, and the pool of autumn water in her eyes seemed to be exploded by a stunning beauty, and the waves took a long time to calm down.

In Zhao Lingfei's eyes, Rong Erge was looking at the door expressionlessly, as if he had made up his mind to leave. The force generated by his body leaning forward still remained in her tightly clasped fingers.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly became anxious and grabbed Zhao Rong's arm with even greater force, as if she was afraid that he would break free the next moment and abandon her and go away alone, just like the nightmare she had in the past.

Concubine Zhao Ling held Zhao Rong's hand tightly and stared at his profile.

Zhao Rong still had a blank expression on his face, but actually...his expression was frozen.

Zhao Rong really never expected this situation to happen, and he was unable to react for a moment.

But soon, his mind moved, and he gradually sorted out the clues, and he became vaguely aware of it.

At the same time, Zhao Rong had a bitter smile in his heart.

What a mess this is.

Just now, he was going to get some porridge and feed it to Qingjun, as a small concession to her, but Qingjun thought he was going to leave out of spite? Well, that should be the case, so Qingjun was here to surrender first?

Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance sideways, looking at Qingjun who seemed like a completely different person. Just now she had her back turned and her head raised proudly, ignoring him, but now she pitifully held his hand and weakly tried to keep him.

Zhao Rong was speechless.

It was Qingjun who took a small step back first. It turned out that she couldn't hold on any longer. She looked quite similar just now. I almost got fooled and thought she really didn't care...

But after thinking it through, Zhao Rong didn't feel any smugness in his heart. On the contrary, looking at Qingjun's current appearance, his heart suddenly tightened, and he felt... inexplicably uncomfortable.

At this moment.

Concubine Zhao Ling shook the dazed Zhao Rong's arm and said softly, "Brother Rong'er."

There was a glimmer in the corners of her eyes, but she still didn't dare to blink, for she was afraid that in the blink of an eye, he would disappear from her sight and never appear again.

Zhao Rong remained calm and did not speak immediately, but he sighed slightly in his heart, not knowing what to say.

Concubine Zhao Ling took another step forward and moved closer to him. She took Zhao Rong's arms with both hands and held them tightly in her arms. She looked up at him without blinking, "Brother Rong'er~"

Zhao Rong suddenly felt his arm trapped in two colorful clouds whose shapes could easily change with external force.

He pursed his lips.

The next second, turn your head.

Zhao Rong said with a straight face, "Let me show you the heart lake."

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and shook her head, and the hairpins on her hair swayed along with it. She spoke in a low, weak voice, "No, no need, husband..."

The white tiger that used to eat people has turned into a clingy little kitten.

Zhao Rong stared at Qingjun, who had become obedient, and his heart trembled slightly.