Concubine Zhao Ling stared into Zhao Rong's eyes with sparkling eyes, stunned and speechless.

His eyes were gentle, and in his lacquer-like eyes, at this moment it was all about her, no one else.

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance from the Jiutian Kunpengtu in the North Kunpeng Continent to the South Xiaoyao Continent; it is not the distance between life and death; it is not when I stand in front of you and you don’t know that I love you.

It is a gap built with a cold heart towards those who love you.

now.

This chasm has been crossed.

In the heart of Zhao Lingfei's lotus pond, lotus flowers are in full bloom, plum blossoms are singing, and childhood sweethearts are rejoicing.

The living water in his heart seemed to pour down from the sky, nourishing her dry heart and slowly washing away the accumulated silt...

Zhao Lingfei slowly raised her hands, which were originally hanging by her side, and hugged him, hugging him tightly.

I can't help myself.

Zhao Rong also put down the hand that was holding her face and hugged Zhao Lingfei tightly in his arms.

In the autumn wind and under the warm sun, the two of them embraced each other, foreheads still pressed against each other, in silence, and no sound was needed.

Because no words are as powerful as actions.

Their hearts are close to each other, and the lake of their hearts is right in front of each other, just like a lake of rainbow, flowing with colorful colors, with some illusory bubbles popping up from time to time, and flowing light and shadows appearing on the surface, or interpreting some special memory fragments, or a face buried deep in the lake, or some bizarre fantasies that have never been seen by humans.

This is what they think about, expect and wish for day and night.

As long as they are willing and have the means, they can see what they want to see.

However, for Zhao Rong, who had no spiritual cultivation and whose sword spirit was hiding temporarily out of anger or fear of being discovered, he could not see anything at the moment. He could only feel Qingjun's warmth on his forehead, her clear and bright autumn eyes, and the jasmine fragrance flowing from her lips.

In other words, this time the **heart lake was only one-sided, and only Concubine Zhao Ling could look at it.

Zhao Rong stared quietly at the autumn eyes in front of him. He had never looked at Qingjun so carefully before.

Her long, clear eyes are so beautiful.

And now.

Her eyes contained his eyes.

There were her eyes in his eyes again.

They overlap and intertwine with each other, all of them are each other, yet indistinguishable from each other.

Whether Qingjun has any magical power or secret method to capture his inner thoughts is as clear as seeing through him.

Zhao Rong didn't know.

Although the possibility is not high, but Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly took the initiative to ask to see it, so there is a high possibility that there is some special method.

Actually, Zhao Rong didn't want to know the details. He just wanted to show it to this fool.

She wants to give this, being arrogant and aloof in front of outsiders, but always clumsy and weak in front of him. It seems that she has finally mustered up the courage to control her husband once, and is about to succeed and become the "master", but in the end she foolishly rushes to bow her head and submit, and ends up being defeated miserably. Let the fool take a look at her husband's heart.

Except for Xiaoxiao, who was even dumber than Qingjun and was bubbling with bubbles, Zhao Rong had nothing he was unwilling to let her know, and he deliberately concealed it from Qingjun:

A cheap sword spirit who seems to be useless and pretentious except for being arrogant and sharp-tongued to kill time in his spare time.

A big dream on the wedding night - and this strange dream was also mentioned to her.

He agreed to a promise made to an old friend. Well, it can also be said that besides being a scholar, he also did the "express delivery business" as a side job.

The surprise of wanting to fish out a bright moon from the bottom of Tingni’s purple gold furnace and place it on the lake of her heart.

Curious about the scene of a hundred schools of thought contending in Tunanzhou, and the desire to return to Nanxiaoyaozhou to find his father's whereabouts.

A little bit of envy for "Gou'er" Lin Wenruo's eighteen beautiful concubines.

Recently, there are two more.

One is that the weather has been cold and irritable recently, and drinking honey water can no longer quench my thirst or keep me warm. I want to ask Qingjun for advice on needlework in knitting autumn clothes, and whether she can measure me with her bare hands and knit me a warm autumn clothes of the right size.

Another thing was the joyful thought of making Yu Huaijin, a boring guy who always had a stern face as if everyone owed her a hundred spirit stones, draw the word "正" under his teaching.

Besides that.

It's a righteous spirit.

Full of knowledge and experience.

The elegance of poetry and books is about to burst my chest.

Excuse me, what is there to hide?

Especially the last few, we also need to look at the heart lake? Isn't this very obvious?

The first few ones are the "secrets" that Qingjun will tell you directly as long as he asks.

As for the few thoughts in the middle, Zhao Rong was eager to let Qingjun know them so that he wouldn't have to speak out.

As for whether Qingjun would see a little fox demon in the Heart Lake...

Zhao Rong let out a light breath, as if he was afraid to disturb Zhao Lingfei who was dazed with her forehead against his.

The latter was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhao Rong held the "warm and soft jade" in his arms and didn't know how long it took.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly spoke.

"Silly boy, do you see clearly that I have that...Liu Kongyi in my heart?"

Zhao Rong's voice was magnetic and his tone was smiling.

Zhao Lingfei's eyes were clear and sparkling, still staring straight into his eyes.

I don’t know whether I was attracted by the dark eyes of the only person in my love and was obsessed with them, or... my mind was already in the heart of my lover, looking at my lover.

"You're such a jealous person." Zhao Rong leaned forward slightly and touched her red nose affectionately.

Concubine Zhao Ling fluttered her eyelashes and blinked. She sniffed and did not answer Zhao Rong's question.

The two of them were so close that every breath they exhaled blew on each other's lips.

The only sound in the air was the breathing of the two people, rising and falling.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly said, "Brother Rong'er."

She has a sweet, nasal voice.

"Um."

Concubine Zhao Ling was quiet for a moment, then called out again, "Brother Rong'er."

Zhao Rong held her close and said, "Yes."

Concubine Zhao Ling sniffed and asked, "Do you like me?"

"I like it." Zhao Rong did not hesitate.

"Yes, how much do you like it?"

He thought about it seriously.

“The best in my life.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Rong was hugged tightly by two slender jade hands.

The two foreheads that were pressed together separated, their noses brushed against each other, and Zhao Lingfei threw herself into his arms.

Zhao Rong felt as if Qingjun was about to sink into his body, and the black jade she hid among the soft jade hurt him.

Zhao Rong couldn't see her expression, but he clearly felt Qingjun's delicate body trembling. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but she was emitting a scorching heat.

It seemed to melt him.

Zhao Rong also hugged Qingjun tightly. He closed his eyes slightly, rested his chin on her shoulders, looked at the dilapidated yard behind her, and said slowly and softly: "What's wrong, Qingjun."

"It's okay." Zhao Lingfei said with a smile, a drop of refracting pearls sliding down from the corner of her eyes, "Brother Rong'er, you, you are so kind."

Zhao Rong didn't say anything.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked up at the empty yard and said, "Brother Rong'er, will you get tired of me?"

"Yes." Zhao Rong said without hesitation, and then he felt the delicate body in his arms trembling again.