Zhao Rong discovered that Qingjun seemed to have a special fear of his action of turning around and leaving, just like what happened just now.

Zhao Rong looked down at Qingjun. She was hugging his arms with both hands, her head buried in her chest, and half of her face was pressed against his arm, so her expression could not be seen clearly.

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, and his arm felt a bit of hardness hidden between the soft colorful clouds.

That was a black jade that she kept close to him, just as she was guarding her body.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Zhao Rong lowered his eyelids slightly and said, "You should take a look at the lake of my heart."

The tone is calm.

Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly raised her head, her eyelashes trembling. She shook her head vigorously, but the tassels on her hairpins stopped fluttering.

The dazed Qingjing seemed to be aware of the atmosphere between her parents. She sat quietly at one end of the step-shaking ornament, curled up her tiny body, and did not move.

"No, no, Brother Rong'er, Ling Fei was just joking, don't take it seriously... In the mountains, even the closest Taoist couples cannot show each other their inner worlds, this is a tacit understanding... You, don't say angry words."

Zhao Lingfei spoke these words with laughter at first, but as she spoke, her voice began to sound tearful in the last few words.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the cold lotus seed porridge on the table in front of him. He did not lower his head to look at Qingjun, but his right arm felt Qingjun's violently heaving chest.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head slightly, staring at Zhao Rong's profile intently. Her eyes flickered, and she sniffed from time to time, with the tip of her small nose slightly red.

Zhao Rong noticed the expectant look in Concubine Zhao Lingfei's eyes.

At some point, he nodded slightly.

Concubine Zhao Ling was immediately relieved. She was not afraid of anything but Rong Erge's "calm tone". Although her first attempt to "control her husband" failed, she would always have a chance to try again in the future. But if Rong Erge became tired of her, that would be the most aggrieved and uncomfortable thing for Concubine Zhao Ling. If she had known this would happen in advance, she would rather not try to control her husband.

Aunt Liu once said that once a man gets tired of a woman, he will become increasingly ruthless. He will find the woman more and more annoying and full of flaws, until finally, he will treat her like a worn-out shoe.

However, I remember that when Aunt Liu said this, she glanced at her, as if she noticed that her little face was tense, and then she smiled and said, "If Rong'er dares to dislike you in the future and treats our little Qingjun like a worn-out shoe, then you can just roll up your sleeves, clench your fists and beat him until he treats you like when you first met..."

Thinking of Aunt Liu, Concubine Zhao Ling felt warm in her heart, but she couldn't bear to beat Brother Rong'er. Even Aunt Liu had only beaten him a few times.

So, when Concubine Zhao Lingfei heard Aunt Liu's words while she was curled up in the quilt in her boudoir, she immediately shook her head, and her two loose ponytails swung back and forth like a rattle.

Later, Aunt Liu sighed and said, "You, silly girl, deserve it if you are bullied to death by this bad boy in the future." After that, she poked her forehead with her finger.

Concubine Zhao Ling still remembered that she had said stubbornly in a low voice, "Brother Rong'er will never get tired of me"...

Concubine Zhao Ling withdrew her thoughts, raised her eyes and glanced at Zhao Rong's thin profile again. She took a deep breath and prepared to speak again to coax Brother Rong'er.

But the next second, before Concubine Zhao Lingfei could organize her words, her childhood sweetheart moved.

Zhao Rong suddenly grabbed Zhao Lingfei's slender hand, took her hand, and walked directly to the stone table with her.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and put the lotus seed glutinous rice porridge back into the lacquered red food box.

I don’t know how many times today I haven’t finished my bowl of porridge.

Immediately, he carried the box in one hand and held Zhao Lingfei's hand with the other, left the pavilion, turned left, and walked directly towards the remote forest beside the lake, where there were few people.

The autumn leaves there have not yet fallen completely, and are still lush and deep.

It is a good place to explore caves.

Concubine Zhao Ling was stunned at first, then her pretty face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple, and the remaining paleness disappeared instantly.

After Zhao Lingfei reacted, she looked up at Rong'er, who was pulling her forward and moving forward without stopping. She then turned her head with keen awareness to glance at the passers-by in the distance.

Some of them tilted their heads to look, as if they had spotted the couple who were about to enter the "woods".

Concubine Zhao Ling's face turned even redder and she lowered her head shyly.

She exerted a little force on the hand that was being held and pulled it back a little.

But Zhao Rong didn't look back at her, he just kept walking forward, as if he didn't care about other people's eyes at all, and he didn't have any intention of waiting until there was no one around before going in.

Concubine Zhao Ling did not dare to struggle anymore. She lowered her head and bit her lip, her autumn eyes staring blankly at the ground, where her shadow and Rong Erge's were connected.

Why is he so eager to go find a place? He must have calmed down a lot. But wait... I still have to let him look for more places.

Even though she was thinking this, the image of Zhao Rong who seemed to be about to leave just now was still lingering in Zhao Lingfei's heart.

Her eyes dimmed slightly, and she looked at the two people holding hands.

It doesn’t matter whether I am in Brother Rong’er’s heart or not… I don’t expect you to care about me as much as I care about you, but I just need to be the most special and important person in your heart.

Or maybe, Rong Erge is just a cold-hearted person... No! He wrote me so many heart-throbbing love letters, saying that I was the bright moon in his heart.

I must have thought too much. I am still the bright moon in Rong'er's heart, but my willfulness just now made him a little annoyed. I can't do this again in the future...

Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lips gently, and the light in her autumn eyes rekindled, like the stars after the dark clouds in the night sky dissipated, and she continued to stare at Zhao Rong's back without blinking.

She took the initiative to stretch out her free hand, gently covered Zhao Rong's hand, and held it close together.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and looked at him, still smiling.

Zhao Rong took Zhao Lingfei's hand without saying a word and walked directly into the forest.

The path in the woods was covered with autumn leaves. The two of them walked on the withered yellow leaves, making a crisp sound. They walked slowly deeper and left the noise of the world behind.

The man walked forward with firm steps.

The woman followed willingly.

Not long.

After passing through a dense forest, Zhao Rong felt his vision suddenly become clear and bright.

In front of me is an open space with a small courtyard. The walls are covered with green ivy. The courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and the fallen leaves are swept away by the autumn wind, so it is relatively clean.

Zhao Rong looked around and saw that it was an abandoned place with no one around, so he took Zhao Lingfei by the hand and walked into the door.

He turned around and closed the door again.

Then, we came to the courtyard.

He suddenly stopped.

Concubine Zhao Ling also stopped. She turned her head to look at the deserted and quiet courtyard, bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Zhao Rong turned around.

Zhao Lingfei still held his right hand tightly with both hands.

Zhao Rong pulled his hand back and took a small step forward.

The two of them were already very close, and now even closer, they could almost feel the warmth radiating from each other's bodies.

After losing his hand, Zhao Lingfei's movements became a little awkward. For a moment, it seemed that she didn't know where to put her two free hands.

She lowered her head slightly, and her eyelids drooped softly, covering the shimmering light in her long, clear eyes, as if she did not dare to let someone in her reflection, for fear that another stunning beauty would splash her eyes.

Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled from time to time under someone's gaze. She raised her hand and used two slender fingers to lift a strand of black hair that was playfully hanging behind her ear.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and looked at the woman with bun-haired hair in front of him.

Picturesque eyebrows and narrow eyes.

Drooped eyelids and curled long eyelashes.

And there was the "pearl" under his left eye that made him so happy.

At this moment, her fair, round oval face was covered with a large blush, extending to her small earlobe that looked like a drop of pure white milk.

The misty clouds slowly spread.

This scene is like the brilliant morning glow in the early morning for the rising sun, willing to be burned red by its heat.

"look up."

Zhao Rong's voice was soft, but it echoed in the empty courtyard.

It was quiet for a while.

Zhao Lingfei raised her lips slightly, "Yeah."

Immediately, the woman with the teardrop mole stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and raised her chin.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and gave him all her tenderness, letting him find his beauty.

only……

There was silence for a moment, but the man in front of him still didn't move.

Isn’t Brother Rong’er going to eat today’s rouge?

"Hmm~"

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head slightly, closed her eyes and uttered a weak nasal sound.

"Keep your head down."

"oh."

Brother Rong'er probably doesn't like this angle.

Zhao Lingfei lowered her pointed chin again, and the next second, she felt her cheeks being held by his warm, rough hands.

Immediately...the forehead lightly touched somewhere.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of black eyes that were very close to her.

In an abandoned courtyard with no one in it.

A young man and woman, without kissing each other.

Instead, foreheads were against foreheads, eyes against eyes, and noses against noses.

The hearts of the two people, like the two floating islands in the vast North Sea in the legend, meet again.