Um?

Zhao Rong was quick-witted and quick-handed. He reached out and grabbed the thin piece of cloth before it fell to the ground.

What is this?

Zhao Rong looked curious, and felt that the cloth was light and thin, and it felt smooth and silky to the touch.

He held the cloth tightly in his right hand and did not look at it immediately. Instead, he put on his gown with his left hand. After freeing his hand, he loosened his right fist and spread out the strange piece of cloth, revealing its true appearance.

It turned out to be a small piece of silk in diamond shape. The surface of the silk was smooth and clean, a rare milky white color. There was a graceful green lotus embroidered on it, and the combination of green and white was quite eye-catching.

When Zhao Rong first took a look, he was quite confused. However, when he saw several thin straps hanging on both sides of the cloth, he was slightly startled, and then his eyes gradually widened.

The room was silent. Zhao Rong stood alone in front of the table, staring at the "autumn clothes" given by Qingjun without blinking.

Zhao Rong suddenly sighed and shook his head, "Hey, Qingjun, why is he so careless, stuffing all these private things randomly..."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look into the empty house. The moonlight outside the window was shining coldly, and occasionally the sound of insects could be heard from the courtyard.

“Ahem.”

Zhao Rong stopped talking, and his eyes also stopped on the bright moon outside the window. His expression gradually became strange. He did not lower his head, but used three fingers to exert a little force and gently twisted Zhao Lingfei's underwear.

After a while.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but lower his head to take another peek. He blinked, unfolded his bellyband and took a look at it carefully. Suddenly, his sight paused at a certain place.

It was a line of beautiful small characters embroidered with colorful silk threads.

"Qingqing Zijin... my heart is filled with longing."

Zhao Rong murmured to himself, pursing his lips in silence.

He remembered the day when he met her "for the first time" in the Four Seasons Hall of Taiqing Four Mansions. He happened to be a student in Qingjin.

Your collar is green, and my mood is leisurely.

But for Zhao Rong, this love poem, written in the form of "fu", has a deeper meaning that is obvious at a glance.

In his mind, the image of Qingjun's raised eyebrows and slightly narrowed eyes emerged again.

Her smile is as beautiful as a flower.

Brother Rong'er, do you know that since you left, I have been thinking about you all the time these days, and your shadow always appears in front of my eyes.

If you don't see me for a day, three autumns will have passed.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and looked at it carefully.

This line of words was located right above the bellyband. He thought, according to Qingjun's slender figure, if she wore this pure white bellyband embroidered with cool lotus flowers, with a thin strap tied around her jade back, and their two sons' bellybands were bigger, supporting some fabric... this line of words was located right on Qingjun's heart.

How is this any different from embroidering his name?

Just more shy.

"My heart is filled with anxiety..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but recite it again, and then he couldn't help but become absent-minded again.

He misses her too.

During the day, Qingjun asked him how much he liked her.

The best in this life.

Zhao Rong did not hesitate at all.

Regardless of whether Qingjun was watching his heart lake lie detector test at that time, he would answer like this, because this was the answer and he had a clear conscience.

Zhao Rong asked himself, who he liked more between Qingjun and Xiaoxiao.

When he came to Duyou City to look for Qingjun, especially after he and Xiaoxiao had pledged their love for each other at Yuanyuan Temple, Zhao Rong was still confused and even hesitant.

However, when they were at the foot of Youshan Mountain, he chose to run towards her regardless of his own safety and held Qingjun's hand; when they were in Four Seasons Hall, he kissed her secretly and she blushed and lowered her head; when they were outside Qinglian Pavilion, Qingjun, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, held him and asked for a kiss, offering her first lips.

Zhao Rong felt that he had already revealed the real intention.

The two grew up together, from childhood sweethearts to growing old together, sharing life and death together.

She is the bright moon above the sky, forever in my heart.

The affection of that silly girl Xiaoxiao should not be let down, and Qingjun's affection was even more difficult for him to bear.

Qingjun's affection appears to be the cold moonlight, but in reality it is actually disguised as the scorching sun!

Just like the close-fitting bellyband with embroidered words that he was holding in his hand right now, Zhao Rong also inadvertently felt the asymmetrical sleeves of the Confucian robe, the white wedding scarf embroidered with a fat duck, and so on. And there was so much that she had done silently for him over the years that he didn't know about.

For some reason, Zhao Rong suddenly became curious about Qingjun's boudoir, wondering how much love she sent to him was hidden there.

It was also because of such passionate love that in the morning, after seeing her hurriedly trying to surrender and please him, he "anxiously" pulled Qingjun into the woods.

Zhao Rong wanted it all, but facing Qing Jun, he was calm on the surface, but he felt more and more guilty in his heart. He didn't want to hide it any longer. Even in Zhao Rong's opinion, the time was still not right to confess to her, and there was a high possibility that she would react violently, and everything would be lost...

But he was afraid that he would regret it the next second, so he hurriedly took Qingjun into the woods and looked into her eyes.

Let Qingjun take a look at his heart.

But Zhao Rong didn't know whether she had seen it or not, and what she had seen...

Not long.

A gust of night wind rushed into the house, and the soft and flowing cloth in the hands and the delicate and thin ribbons hanging down fluttered in the wind.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, walked over and closed the window, then looked down at the piece of clothing in his hand. It seemed to be a special autumn coat that his wife had carefully prepared for him to keep warm at night.

Zhao Rong coughed twice.

So, it seems that this shouldn't be something Qingjun accidentally brought in, right?

Could it be that Qingjun stacked her underwear and the clothes she knitted for him together in her boudoir?

Well, this is also an excuse that my wife might come up with to answer with shame and anger when I ask her later.

Zhao Rong thought about it with amusement, and was looking forward to asking Qingjun about this matter the next time he met her. Qingjun's reaction, I guess her expression must be very interesting, right?

At the same time, Zhao Rong suddenly realized the words that Qingjun had told him when she stuffed the cloth bag into his hand before leaving in the morning, telling him not to lose it. Ahem, if he lost it, he would suffer a huge loss and be frustrated. He would probably be killed by Qingjun with a sword to vent his anger.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look down at Lotus's pure white bellyband again. It turned out that Qingjun was not a white lotus who knew nothing. It made sense. After all, she had worn a wedding dress once, and many of the "professional knowledge" about the bridal night should have been told to her by experienced women in the Duke's Mansion.

Thinking of this, he frowned. Speaking of this bellyband, would my wife...

Zhao Rong pinched the two sides of the bellyband with both hands and spread it out. He quietly lowered his head, "inspected" it, tasted it briefly, and then immediately looked up.

Zhao Rong shook his head and laughed, cursing inwardly, muttering, "What a mischievous Zhao Ziyu, you always think of nonsense."

He just took a careful sniff and savored the fragrance.

There is indeed some of Qingjun's unique jasmine scent and that special virgin fragrance, but there is only a trace of it, and most of it is a refreshing fragrance similar to agarwood.

Come to think of it, given Qingjun's personality, she is able to take the initiative to give him this special autumn coat to keep him warm when he is reading at night, and when he is feeling uncomfortable, she can personally pour hot water for him to drink with her own hands. It is already good enough for her to do so.

And it seems that she had washed this carefully selected underwear again and again, and fumigated it with perfume, until it was clean, and only then did she feel at ease with a shy face, and she accidentally "put" it in the wrong place.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, noticing his wife's warmth and thoughtfulness, but he still sighed softly. If Qingjun was in front of him at this moment, Zhao Rong wanted to tell her seriously that there was no need to be so troublesome. It didn't matter whether it was dirty or not, he could handle it and was not picky.

Ahem, in fact, the original flavor is secondary. What's more important is that she feels sorry for Qingjun working so hard. He can actually help wash and fumigate, which is not a difficult task. If she doesn't trust her husband, she is just worrying too much...

Zhao Rong pinched his bellyband and sighed with regret, while complaining that his wife was too virtuous.

Gradually, he felt a fire brewing in his lower abdomen, and his blood and qi began to boil again...

Zhao Rong subconsciously glanced around. It was early in the morning and late at night. It was also autumn, and the house was quiet inside and outside. It was a good time to do things.

His eyes lingered on the pure white bellyband of the lotus for a while, and he nodded slightly. It was indeed time to act. He had been waiting and preparing for this for several days and could not delay any longer. It just so happened that Qingjun was helping him with all his efforts...

The next second, Zhao Rong clenched his fist, grabbed his wife's bellyband, and walked towards the bed...

After nine breaths.

Zhao Rong turned back from the bed and returned to the open space in the middle of the room, continuing to practice walking with his fists. Qingjun's bellyband had been carefully hidden by him.

I could just use the strange phenomenon of the boiling red snake, which was probably caused by the bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, and the burning fire of qi and blood in my lower abdomen to calmly impact my meridians.

The chicken must not get wet, otherwise it will not get wet again.

Qingjun is virtuous, we cannot let her efforts go to waste. Today, as her husband, I will definitely open two more extraordinary meridians!

With this thought in mind, Zhao Rong kept walking and started to stimulate his meridians.

Riding a dragon upside down, stabbing the sword furnace, holding the elbow, taking a step, tying the clothes lazily...

The five boxing stances of "Fu Shan Xi" are repeated over and over again.

Thanks to the countless times he practiced the boxing stance day and night, walking the stance has now become a subconscious behavior. It is smooth and natural, and Zhao Rong hardly needs to distract his mind.

He closed his eyes and looked inward, his mind completely immersed in the meridians in his body, guiding the little red snake to gather strength and momentum to hit the next dam.

The next target of the eight extraordinary meridians is to break the “Yang Qiao Meridian”.

About half an incense stick of time had passed, and Zhao Rong, who was doing boxing with his eyes closed, frowned slightly.

He was striking the Yangqiao meridian, but for some reason, he felt vaguely uneasy.

He didn't have any inappropriate thoughts about getting in close contact with Qingjun's underwear. Zhao Rong still had some self-control after reading at night, getting up early, and practicing boxing for such a long time every day, so he wouldn't let a little dampness take over.

As long as he was not emotionally moved when he was with Qingjun and Xiaoxiao Wen, he could control himself in other situations. This was also the self-discipline that Zhao Rong developed when he was enlightened in the late stage of university in his previous life...

So what exactly is affecting the mind?

Or what was it that made him "feel so disturbed"?