Zhao Rong nodded.

A smile.

Relaxed tone:

"A concierge came to Suixing Hall to inform us. When I asked, I found out it was Qian'er. I thought it was something urgent, so I asked the students to study on their own and then I ran out in a hurry."

He paused.

"Oh, by the way, Qingjun, I haven't told you yet that I have recently served as an assistant teacher for calligraphy classes in two schools in the academy. I am taking extra classes today."

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at Zhao Rong and nodded.

"Well, Brother Rong'er is really amazing."

After praising her husband, she fell silent and turned her head to look at Zhao Qian'er.

The little girl shrank her head and stuck out her pink tongue.

But immediately, she realized something.

Zhao Qian'er raised her chin and argued in front of Concubine Zhao Ling without losing her momentum:

"The lady asked me to wait, but I was so anxious waiting, and you didn't come out."

"Who knows if you left me behind and went out to play with Brother Rong'er, or if you simply forgot about me and were only concerned with being intimate."

"So...after I saw you enter the academy and there was no one there for a long time, I asked the person in charge to go inside and give you a heads up."

Suddenly, it seemed as if I remembered some more justifiable reason.

She wrapped her two little hands around Zhao Rong's arms and tightened them tightly.

Zhao Qianer's face was serious.

"And I asked the concierge to tell Brother Ronger that I'm not in a hurry outside the door, and if he has urgent business, he can finish it first and come out later. Miss, I'm not being willful and delaying Brother Ronger's business."

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched when he heard this, and he suddenly had a bad feeling...

Why does it feel like the gaps to be filled are getting bigger and bigger?

Zhao Qianer finished speaking.

She looked at Zhao Rong's 'calm' expression, tilted her head and blinked.

"Yes, that's strange, Brother Rong'er, why did you come out in such a hurry? Didn't you go and inform your concierge? Didn't he explain all this to you?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was listening attentively beside him.

Hearing the little girl's doubts, she also turned her head and glanced at her husband.

Facing his wife and personal maid, he asked questions one after another after sorting out his thoughts.

Zhao Rong said calmly:

"Did they mention it? Maybe I walked too fast and didn't hear the concierge finish. I was really anxious to see you at that time. Qingjun came here once before, but he didn't tell me that you were back, so when I suddenly heard that you were here..."

He faced them calmly, and the two childhood sweethearts looked at him without blinking, chuckling and shaking their heads.

"Actually, it's not a big deal for me to leave the classroom for a while. It's not a big deal. Not to mention that the students in the academy all respect and love me. Just the presence of Senior Yu in the academy makes me feel at ease. Let them study on their own for a while. I'll come out to help you, Qian'er, with the admission procedures. Nothing will go wrong."

As someone spoke, he nodded with some satisfaction, as if he was recalling what he had taught his students in calligraphy class: respecting teachers and being well-behaved.

He didn't need to worry at all, Zhao Rong smiled with relief.

He's just a curious baby, and it seems he's not going to let him go so easily today.

Zhao Rong had just finished solving a problem and had no time to catch his breath.

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head and continued to ask in a puzzled tone:

"Oh. Then Brother Rong'er, after you came out just now, why did you suddenly grab my hand from behind and lead me forward in a hurry? I didn't even have time to react. I thought you were some bold and frivolous person who almost drew your sword..."

At this point, she paused.

Zhao Rong's smile froze slightly, and he stared straight at the little girl in boys' clothing who was hugging his arm and suddenly became a little shy.

It's never-ending, right?

Zhao Qian'er glanced upwards with her peach blossom eyes and found that Brother Rong'er's smile seemed a little strange.

However, Rong'er's eyes seemed to become more "gentle" when he looked at her.

Seeing this scene, the little girl lowered her head shyly.

She looked at the toes of her clean and delicate embroidered shoes, smiled, and spoke softly.

"However, if it's Brother Rong'er... then, then it's not a big deal. I just need to make up for it. After all, so many outsiders saw it, and it was my first time..."

At this point, Zhao Qianer looked up and said seriously:

"Besides, don't do this again next time, using such sudden force from behind."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt a little headache, but this little girl kept talking about this and that, and the topic seemed to have suddenly gone off the topic, so he didn't even have to bother to change the subject.

It’s just like the mood of young girls at this blooming age.

Sometimes it is sunny, sometimes it is cloudy and drizzling.

It seems that a certain life-threatening topic has been diverted.

Zhao Rong blinked and quickly replied:

"Well, I haven't seen Qian'er for a long time. I was a little rude. Okay, little Qian'er, what compensation do you want?"

Zhao Qian'er took his arm and jumped up and down.

She ignored a certain lady and said happily, "How about...how about Brother Ronger write some poems for me? I saw you wrote a lot for the ladies."

Concubine Zhao Ling, who had been watching quietly, opened her autumn eyes slightly.

Her white teeth and red lips parted slightly at this moment, and her tone was filled with some anger, "Qian'er, you peeked at my things without permission again."

Zhao Qian'er puffed up her lips and glanced at her sideways.

"Hmph, why do you need me to peek? Whenever you have some free time, you quietly take out Brother Rong'er's letter and put it in a decent book. I guess you can't even read it. Hmm, then you pretend to read seriously with your head down, looking elegant and peaceful, but in fact, you are reading Brother Rong'er's love poems. Hmph, you thought I didn't notice..."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, and looked sideways at the lady beside him who had a somewhat aloof temperament in front of others...

Concubine Zhao Ling’s eyes widened.

At the same time, she couldn't help but glance at her husband and saw that he seemed to be smiling.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her teeth and glared at the naughty girl, "You... are talking nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense? Ha..." Zhao Qian'er looked down on him. She turned her head away from the young lady who loved to eat alone and looked elsewhere.

At the same time, she continued to speak slowly.

The voice is as clear as a yellow oriole.

"Well, someone, whenever he has free time, he likes to sit in front of the window in the sunshine and 'flip through a book'. I don't know if he is really reading or just pretending to read. Sometimes he sits there for a whole afternoon, either in a daze or grinning foolishly, but he doesn't turn a page for a long time. Oh, I don't know what he is reading..."

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Zhao Qian'er still didn't look at her.

The little girl in boys' clothing paused and then sighed like an adult.

Her tone contained a hint of disappointment.

"When I walked by, someone picked up a book and pretended to turn a few pages, but his eyes were fixed on one place in the book, motionless. It's hard not to notice someone like that, and I don't even need to peek. It's all written on his face. It's useless to keep a serious face now."

The more Zhao Lingfei listened, the more anxious she became. Her eyes widened and she gritted her teeth, "Qian'er, you..."

"What do you mean by "I"? What do you mean by "you"? Miss...?"

Zhao Qian'er turned around like a little deer and tilted her head to look at Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

The little girl got angry when she thought about how the young lady had been persuading her not to come with her to see Brother Rong'er since yesterday.

Well, she probably wants to eat all by herself. She is such a jealous person that even she becomes defensive after she got a husband.

She...she won't do anything, why should I be on guard? Like I'm guarding against thieves...

Zhao Qian'er pouted and glared back at Zhao Lingfei.

She tilted her head and asked Zhao Rong, who was pretending to be invisible, for help: "Brother Rong'er, do you think I am right? I can guess whether the young lady is flipping through a book or something. Why do I need to peek?"

"Cough cough." Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed twice.

No one was foolish enough to get involved.

But he couldn't help but glance at his wife a few times.

My wife is... kind of cute.

She found that her husband and personal maid were both looking at her, and then there were the words that Qian'er had just revealed.

Concubine Zhao Ling was very embarrassed.

How could she dare to look at Zhao Rong with a strange expression on his face? She hurriedly looked away and glared at Qian'er, who was looking smug.

This cold and beautiful woman, who had been calm and composed a few moments ago and carefully examining her husband, had completely changed her appearance at this moment. She was exposed by a little traitor and her actions were ruined.

Concubine Zhao Ling's ears turned red and her pretty face was filled with anxiety.

She hurriedly put the ink-colored wine jar and lacquered green food box in her hands into the Sumeru objects, then took a few quick steps forward and approached Qian'er.

"You little girl, you are just... just talking nonsense. I will tear your mouth off."

Concubine Zhao Ling extended her hand forward.

"Well, Brother Rong'er, please save me. Someone won't listen... well... he won't listen to reason and even wants to kill people to silence them..."

Zhao Qian'er hugged Zhao Rong's right arm and buried her little face in his elbow and arms, avoiding Zhao Lingfei's white hands.

Seeing the master and servant fighting, Zhao Rong hesitated to speak, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Mmmmm, Rong'er, save me, ah, take your hands away, don't touch there, mmmm, Rong'er, the young lady is bullying me..."

Zhao Qian'er held Zhao Rong's hand, used his body to cover her, and dodged left and right.

"Brother Rong'er, get out of the way. This naughty girl would tear the roof off the house if she wasn't beaten for three days. Now, after months of trials, she's already gone crazy without even taking a breath. I'll tear her nonsense mouth to pieces. I don't know why she talks so much nonsense..."

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyebrows and rebuked in a clear and tender voice.

Zhao Rong had his arm held by the eloquent Qian'er, who kept spinning around to dodge, forcing him to turn around on the spot and stand between Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er.

After hearing what the two women said, Zhao Rong looked hesitant.

Although men like to watch women fighting each other.

But after all, the ones fighting at the moment were his wife and maid, and there were many passers-by around.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong hurriedly took the two of them to an alley not far away.

Along the way, Qingjun and Qian'er were still fighting and quarreling, but with him intervening, it wasn't too unusual.

After a while, Zhao Rong finally led the two of them to a quiet and deserted alley.

He looked at the master and servant who were still fighting and arguing, with a helpless expression.

Why are they all like children? Qian'er is fine, but Qingjun is the same.

However, it feels a bit like the atmosphere when the three of them were children.

Zhao Rong's lips curled up slightly.

Looking at Qingjun with an anxious look on his pretty face and Qian'er who was unwilling to accept the defeat, this scene seemed somewhat familiar, all of which were dusty memories.

As for who to help now?

Should we just let them continue to fight and let nature take its course?

Ahem, Qingjun and Qian'er seemed to no longer be bothered by his abnormal behavior when they met before.

So it can be said that this is a win-win for the fishermen.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

And Qian Er occasionally revealed some of the hottest news about women...

It turns out Qingjun has that side. I wonder when I can enter her boudoir...

He suddenly felt a little excited.

At this moment.

"ah!"

Zhao Qian'er's mouth was covered by a slender hand.

“Mmmmm… Bah bah bah, you stinky lady, be gentle, wuwu.”

Concubine Zhao bit her lip and glared, "Do you still dare to talk nonsense and peek?"

It seemed that because Brother Rong'er was by her side today, Zhao Qian'er would rather die than surrender, and gritted her teeth.

"Mm... Bah... Miss, you only know how to bully me... Mmm... I didn't say anything nonsense about you reading poetry and thinking about love. Why would I need to peek... Mmm... But, hum, I did secretly discover something else... Mmm."

Concubine Zhao Ling frowned slightly and paused.

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head back and took the opportunity to escape from her clutches.

The little girl giggled, raised her chin, and continued to expose her young lady's past.

"Miss, I was looking for something yesterday, so I looked through your closet, but I didn't find it. But... Hey, it's strange, why do I feel like something is missing?"

Before she finished her words, Concubine Zhao Ling's face turned red in an instant. She quickly stepped forward and tried to cover Zhao Qian'er's little mouth which made her so embarrassed.

But Zhao Qian'er turned around, using Zhao Rong's body as a cover, and also took advantage of the fact that Zhao Lingfei did not dare to move too much and hurt Rong'er, so she was fearless and nimbly dodged.

She blinked and said something that had made him stare at her eyes wide before:

"Miss, you seem to be missing a piece of...a piece of clothing, and it's one of your two favorite pieces of clothing. The red one you wore on your wedding night is still there, but the other one, the pure white one with green lotus embroidery... It's strange, how come it's gone? I don't remember you taking it when you took a bath these few days."

The little girl shook her head. "Hmm, that's strange. Where did it go? It definitely wasn't thrown away, and it definitely wasn't dropped, so where did it go..."

While dodging Zhao Lingfei's hand that suddenly accelerated, she looked at a young Confucian scholar with an embarrassed expression.

Zhao Qian'er suddenly asked curiously, "Brother Rong'er, do you know where it is?"

Zhao Rong hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands.

Zhao Qian'er did not let him go. She pretended to be quiet and spoke in a low voice - but in the quiet alley at this time, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong could hear the voice - she muttered:

"Really? Hey, Brother Rong'er, why are you trying to distance yourself from the matter so quickly? Is the young lady's little dress...with you?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

Zhao Lingfei: "!!!"

"Why."

Zhao Qian'er sighed in an old-fashioned way and glanced at the wonderful expressions of the two people in front of her.

She shook her head like an experienced person:

“You young people really know how to have fun.”

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei: "???"