Zhao Rong didn't let Concubine Zhao Ling think too much.

He then began to "threaten":

"I'd get annoyed if you did something stupid behind my back."

"Do... do something stupid." Zhao Lingfei's originally clear but now slightly hoarse voice came urgently from her arms, her voice muffled.

Zhao Rong put one arm around Qingjun's slender waist and moved his other hand up to gently stroke and soothe her shoulders and back.

At the same time, he kept muttering to himself, listing:

"You are self-harming, for example, you are so careless and wanton that you break your swordsmanship again."

"If I don't practice seriously, I won't be able to become a female sword immortal, and I won't be able to live off my wife."

"So you should work hard to cultivate. When you become a free and easy sword practitioner of the seventh level, it will be very prestigious for me to take you out as your husband."

"And my husband, I am a selfish man. It doesn't matter if I get old. If you get old and this beauty that I love so much dies, then I will hate you too. So you still have to practice seriously. Once you enter the seventh realm or even higher, you will be able to stay young and stay beautiful forever. How wonderful is that..."

The warm and soft jade in Zhao Rong's arms gradually calmed down. She listened quietly, and suddenly spoke in a weak voice, "Not good."

Zhao Rong paused, "What's wrong with that?"

Concubine Zhao Ling said seriously: "I also want you not to grow old. If we are to grow old, we will grow old together. If we are not to grow old, then neither of us will grow old. We must grow old together."

"No, rejected."

Zhao Rong refused without even thinking about it.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and rested her chin on his thick shoulder. Her eyes were slightly red, and her nose was also red, but she didn't cry anymore. Her attention was diverted at this time, and she frowned and said:

"Why, Brother Rong'er."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth curled up slightly, but then flattened again. He coughed lightly and said sternly, "No means no. There's no need to ask so many questions."

Concubine Zhao Ling pouted and said stubbornly, "You are unreasonable."

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing. He stopped stroking her shoulders and hugged the little white rabbit who didn't know she was in the tiger's mouth. He smiled proudly and said:

"I just realized it, it's too late. In our family, we talk about everything except reason. I have the final say, and you just have to listen. You can't run away, idiot."

"Let me go, let me go quickly, Brother Rong'er, you are a bastard, you are getting more and more dishonest, you only know how to bully me..." Zhao Lingfei struggled, but her delicate body just twisted left and right, and she didn't look like she was really trying to break free.

There was no way Zhao Rong would really listen to what Zhao Lingfei said and let her go. His expression became serious and expressionless, and he continued to set the "house rules".

"Still want to run? Qingjun, let me tell you, if you dare to leave without your husband's permission, I will catch you back no matter how far you are and punish you according to family rules!"

Zhao Lingfei stopped struggling, raised her hands, and hugged him again. She narrowed her eyes slightly, like a kitten basking in the sun. She felt very warm and at ease. "Okay, then you are not allowed to leave me without permission."

"Needless to say, without you, who will I, a little son-in-law, eat? Isn't this the same as a beggar losing his rice bowl? Don't you think so? My little rice bowl."

"Puchi," Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly and complained angrily, "What a messed up metaphor this is. It's just nonsense. By the way, Brother Rong'er, what are our family rules?"

She sounded puzzled.

Zhao Rong frowned, "You don't know?"

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head.

"Really?"

Zhao Lingfei thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. Tell me now."

Zhao Rong turned his head and whispered in her ear, "Spanking."

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Zhao Rong said seriously: "Don't worry, my lady, we won't fight in public, let's go inside and fight."

Concubine Zhao Ling's ears were stained with rouge again. She buried her head in Zhao Rong's arms and punched him with her pink fists.

She said in an embarrassed tone, "Why do you always think of bad things?"

Zhao Rong looked down at his wife's embarrassed and shy appearance, and suddenly found it amusing, so he let her beat and scold him.

Gradually, when Zhao Lingfei saw that Zhao Rong did not resist, she stopped and became quiet. Just when Zhao Rong thought that Zhao Lingfei was going to argue with him about the law, her voice came weakly, with a little curiosity.

"Should I hit him through his clothes or without clothes?"

Zhao Rong was stunned. He had never thought about this question.

Zhao Rong blinked, and blew into Qingjun's ear, who had buried her head in his arms, "Do you want to put it on... or take it off?"

Concubine Zhao Ling pressed her forehead against Zhao Rong's chest and began to hit him hard with her pink fists.

Zhao Rong smiled and stopped teasing Qingjun. He hugged her and rocked her gently, "Silly girl."

"I'm not stupid, you are stupid." Zhao Lingfei suddenly raised her head, bit her lip and said stubbornly, then put her face against his shoulder and rubbed it.

"Hey, stop rubbing your snot on my clothes."

"I'm going to rub it!" Concubine Zhao Ling buried her face, twisted her hair, and the tassels on her hairpin swayed with greater amplitude. At the end, she bit Zhao Rong's shoulder lightly, her tone vicious, but she couldn't speak clearly:

"Do you dislike me just because I have a snotty nose?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "I already dislike you to death. If you wipe your snot on my clothes again, I will arrest you today and lock you up in the house to wash clothes."

"Hmph." Zhao Lingfei's pretty face tightened, and her voice was cold, "I'm not afraid of you. You can't take me down."

Bang——!

"Ah." Zhao Lingfei exclaimed, "You..."

Bang——!

There was another sound, even clearer than the last one, echoing in the empty yard.

Zhao Rong put away the hand that had executed the family law and said with a stern face: "Call me husband."

Concubine Zhao Ling glared with her almond-shaped eyes and wanted to speak out in resistance, but when she met Zhao Rong's expressionless face, she swallowed her words back weakly.

She sounded aggrieved, but her voice was clear, "Husband, husband."

Zhao Rong nodded gently, "My wife is so good."

Zhao Lingfei puffed her lips slightly and covered them with her hands behind her back.

Zhao Rong coughed twice and felt that he had used too much force just now, so he reached down and wanted to massage Qingjun.

But Concubine Zhao Ling didn't want him to take advantage of her and take advantage of her, so she quickly grabbed his evil claws...

She took a deep breath, her pretty eyes icy, and glared at him: "Husband, please respect yourself!"

Zhao Rong blinked and nodded, then raised his hand and scratched the tip of his nose with his fingers, but this hand...

"you!"

The ice in Zhao Lingfei's autumn eyes suddenly melted, her brows were filled with shame and anxiety, and she raised her hand and punched him again.

So it goes.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei played around for a while, then found a suitable and clean place in the abandoned yard, sat down and drank porridge.

And the previous incident of Heart Lake.

Zhao Rong did not ask Qingjun if she had the secret technique to peek into the lake of the heart, what she could see, whether she could capture thoughts, or it was similar to soul searching, or just distinguish the truth from falsehood in words, such as the two questions she asked at the beginning with her forehead against the wall.

Or maybe Qingjun didn’t even watch it?

Zhao Rong didn't know.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei did not say a word, and did not even answer his question about whether Liu Kongyi was there.

At this point, neither of them mentioned it again, as if it had never happened.

…

Half an hour later.

"My dear, I was in the pavilion just now. I was actually going to get some porridge. I didn't mean to leave you behind."

"I...have guessed it."

"Why don't you wait then?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to gamble, I don't want to wait, even for just a moment."

"My wife."

"Um."

"It's so kind of you."

"You just found out, idiot."

"I knew it."

"How early?"

"First time seeing you."

"Aunt Liu said that we were only one year old at that time."

Zhao Rong said seriously, "Yes, you always kicked me in the cradle."

"How come you even..." Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes wide, but stopped talking, scooped a spoonful of porridge, handed it to him, and when she saw him eat it, she raised her head and said:

"Well, who asked you to kiss me? Since you're so young and still not obedient, I'm going to kick you."

Zhao Rong was looking up curiously as he rolled up his sleeves and asked, "What did you say?"

Concubine Zhao Ling glared at him with her cold eyes.

“I said, let you kiss me, hum, if I don’t kick you, you can kick… mmm… mmm.”

She was gagged halfway through her proud words, the man's eyes were so close.

Sizzle——!

“Mmm…Mmm…”

After half an incense stick.

Sizzle——!

Boo——!

Zhao Rong leaned back, then raised his finger and hooked off the crystal silver thread connecting the two petals. He turned back and adjusted his Confucian robe while shaking his head, "I've never heard of such a strange request."

“…”

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her autumn eyes wide and stared at him angrily. Her slightly swollen pink lips opened and closed subconsciously, emitting a faint fragrance.

The color of her lips varied in shades in the sunlight.

Zhao Rong snatched the bowl from Concubine Zhao Lingfei, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to the cup of water that had been drunk dry.

Concubine Zhao Ling gritted her teeth. She really couldn't do anything about this shameless bastard. She turned her face away and said, "It's cold. I don't want to eat it."

Zhao Rong touched the wall of the bowl and nodded, his eyes brightening up immediately, "It's okay, I'll warm you up."

Gradually, as I fed him the porridge, I no longer needed a spoon...

Above our heads, the sun gradually rises and noon has arrived.