Zhao Rong felt something extremely oppressive falling on his face.

This is Qingjun’s sight.

Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged. He still pinched Qian'er's face with one hand and looked at Qingjun with a smile.

He was also observing her expression carefully.

The two looked at each other.

Clearly, only a short while had passed, just like a few grains of white dust falling from the hourglass of time.

Zhao Rong's laughter had just ended when he was still echoing in the narrow streets.

After Qian'er's face was pinched by some evil claws again, she was still in a daze and had no time to react.

Such a short time.

However, Zhao Rong felt that the time passed extremely slowly.

His eyes met Qingjun's.

It's like a glance, it's ten thousand years.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The woman in front of him with a cold temperament sometimes gave him the impression of being a clumsy and obedient lady.

Sometimes, it is a beautiful green lotus that can be admired from afar but not touched, isolated from the world, pure and clean.

And sometimes, she is like a wise, arrogant and cold fairy in the sky, high above, looking down on the world.

Just like now, it is impossible to guess what she is thinking or what she knows.

Zhao Rong knew that these three completely different types of Qingjun were actually not contradictory.

It's just his subjective feeling.

And this feeling comes from...the inevitable gap between people.

Even close couples and relatives may develop such estrangement because of a minor conflict.

What's more, there is actually a little fox hidden in Zhao Rong's heart.

So he subjectively felt "far".

But what Zhao Rong was not sure about was.

Qingjun, who was looking at him quietly at this moment, wondered if he had the same feeling as him.

But Zhao Rong knew.

As long as he took a step forward, took Qingjun's hand, and felt her softness and warmth.

This gap will disappear immediately.

Then Qingjun would become his close wife again.

This is a strange experience between lovers. Sometimes, thousands of sweet words are not as important as an action that makes the other person feel that you care.

But the root of the problem still exists.

Will come again in the future.

As for how to solve it.

Zhao Rong has actually been waiting.

When that time came, the two people's hearts were connected and the "lake water" was tilted, and the "consequences" appeared.

But Qingjun acted as if nothing had happened, which made him unsure whether she had any way to go and take a look.

Or in other words, what did you see at that glance?

At the same time, Zhao Rong was still waiting for the right opportunity to come.

Let Xiaoxiao and Qingjun meet safely.

He wanted to make sure their meeting was foolproof.

Zhao Rong didn't want to take even a 10% risk.

Because Zhao Rong could not afford any loss to these two best women in the world.

So he has been waiting and waiting until now.

Is this really the right time?

In the quiet alley at this moment.

Zhao Rong looked calm, but he was struggling inside.

In his sight, there was only Qingjun.

Looking at the cold woman who seems a little 'distant'.

Zhao Rong suddenly felt an urge to rush forward, hug her, and hold her tightly in his arms.

But before this emotion could reach its peak, someone had already taken action.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lotus-colored embroidered shoes suddenly took a small step forward, then stopped, as if by accident.

But immediately she raised her embroidered shoes again.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and adjusted the wide and flowing purple sleeve on her right hand. She slowly walked to Zhao Rong and gently took his arm.

She tightened her arms around Zhao Rong's arms.

At the same time, Qiu's eyes moved, glanced at Qian'er who had an aggrieved expression, and nodded slightly.

"Well, she is indeed a little maid. I won't bother with her."

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, feeling the warmth and softness of the body of the woman who was leaning against him with her arm around her.

This heart-warming touch is passed on continuously.

This is true for both of them.

Zhao Rong tilted his head and quietly looked at Qingjun's beautiful curved profile, then pursed his lips.

"Miss."

Qian'er cried out in complaint.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled faintly, raised her white hand, and took away Zhao Rong's hand which was still pinching Qian'er's red face and seemed to have forgotten to let go.

The little girl's round face, which had suffered so much, finally escaped the clutches of the devil.

She whined twice in her nasal voice, and finally punched Zhao Rong twice in anger, "Brother Rong'er, you big pig's hoof, you only know how to bully me..."

For a moment, Zhao Rong ignored the little girl's mumbling.

He lowered his eyes to look at the hand that had just pinched Qian'er, and saw a soft, white hand covering the back of his hand, which was about to be pulled away.

Zhao Rong silently grabbed her hand with his backhand, tightly grasping her soft hand.

His thumb stroked and rubbed the palm of Concubine Zhao Lingfei's hand.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyes slightly and glanced at her husband.

During this intimate little gesture, the two of them were silent and huddled together in tacit understanding.

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled and said, "It's getting late, let's go back to the academy first."

Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er both nodded.

The former took Zhao Rong's arm and walked towards the alley entrance together.

Qian'er just stood there and didn't move to follow immediately.

The little girl stood tall and graceful, with her hands behind her back, the look of grievance on her face had disappeared.

Her face was still red, but her expression was calm. She stared quietly at the backs of Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei for a while.

"Brother Rong'er... has really changed a lot... Is it that bottle of wine from Uncle Xiaobai? Hmm, the monthly allowance is here... During the days when I was away, it seems that a lot of things happened between the young lady and him... And, hmm, stinky Brother Rong'er, even I can't recognize him, a big stinky pig's hoof..."

After a while, Zhao Qian'er tilted her head and smiled, then walked briskly to chase the young lady and her husband who were about to go away in front.

…

Zhao Rong brought Qingjun and Qian'er back to Linlu Academy.

He followed the procedures and helped Qian'er register on the admission list.

The next time she comes to see him, she will no longer be stopped by the academy's rules.

Zhao Rong and his three companions were on their way back to Mo Chi Academy.

However, the combination of Zhao Rong, a man, and two beauties is indeed quite eye-catching.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei was wearing a dark purple dress today, which was transformed from purity. Apart from the color, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the purple dress was mysterious and unusual.

Therefore, it is inevitable that passers-by will look at you sideways.

This caused Zhao Rong, who was somewhat chauvinistic, some troubles.

He felt at a disadvantage if his beloved wife was even glanced at by others.

As for pride and complacency, Zhao Rong had long since lost interest in such feelings over time and was no longer so low-brow.

Now he is eager to hide his wife...

But fortunately, this is not the era of Zhao Rong’s previous life.

Concubine Zhao Ling was a conservative and polite person, and she seemed to understand Zhao Rong, or the men's minds, very well, although she never had any requirements for their dress.

But Qingjun had never worn any cool and refreshing clothes, but most of the time she dressed like a conservative Confucian scholar's wife.

So in general, Zhao Rong had no complaints except that Concubine Zhao Ling was so beautiful that people would often look back at her when she walked on the street.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was walking arm in arm with Qingjun, couldn't help but smile at the ridiculous conclusion that he came to in his mind.

He shook his head.

He also said that his wife was a jealous person and that he himself was not much better...

"By the way, Qingjun, weren't you waiting for me at Dongli Cottage before? Why did you suddenly run outside the academy? Are you looking for Qian'er? And what did you buy at that restaurant?"

Zhao Rong was full of doubts about what had just happened in such a short period of time.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at Qian'er who was jumping around beside them.

She shook her head.

"Who wants to look for this naughty girl? She passed the trial a few days ago and just came back not long ago. It's time for her to get familiar with the affairs of Xiaoyao Mansion with her fellow disciples."

"I told her to stay in Xiaoyao Mansion and not rush out. You have been in the academy and cannot run away. There are plenty of opportunities, but she refused to listen. Let this naughty girl wait outside for a while."

Zhao Rong smiled, glanced at Qian'er who was sticking out her tongue, and reached out to rub her head.

The little girl jumped back alertly and gave this big pig a fierce look.

Concubine Zhao Ling replied slowly:

"Before, I took your key and on my way to Dongli Cottage, I happened to meet Senior Brother. He mentioned to me the sea bass banquet hosted by Mr. Yan and reminded me several times to supervise you and attend the banquet with you."

Having said this, she looked at Zhao Rong with her beautiful eyes and a sweet smile.

"I heard you say that Mr. Yan likes to drink, so I went out to buy a jar of fine wine. There are not many fairy shops here, so I can't buy fairy wine. But the owner of the restaurant said that the gentlemen in the academy like their pine wine, so I took a jar away."

Concubine Zhao Ling did not look at her husband, but looked straight ahead and spoke softly:

"I know you like to eat preserved eggs, so I ordered three plates to serve as snacks for you, Mr. Yan, and the brothers..."

"Brother Rong'er, although Mr. Yan values ​​you, you can't go to the banquet empty-handed. Next time when I'm not around, you have to be careful..."

"Also, I cleaned your room and took a closer look, and I found that you haven't bought a lot of daily necessities yet. How can you live like this? I bought some for you. Well, I'll go check later to see if you need anything else..."

The smile on Zhao Rong's lips gradually faded. He turned his head and quietly looked at his wife's beautiful profile.

I could hear her clear and soft voice, but she was talking about trivial matters at home.

In front of me is such a beautiful woman, such a Qingjun.

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned.

Even Qian'er, who had been active beside her, became quiet, her eyes moving between the young lady and Brother Rong'er.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared straight ahead with a serious look in her eyes, and spoke clearly the words that had been in her heart for a long time.

She continued to describe in detail the husband who lived a carefree life.

"Also, I saw that your bed was tidy and there was some dust on it. I helped you clean it up and took it out to the yard to dry it in the sun. Brother Rong'er, have you not rested in bed for a long time? Do you rest on a chair or on the desk?"

Zhao Lingfei said seriously, "That won't do. Even if you are in good health now, you still need to rest. Don't study so hard that you forget to eat and sleep. It's easy to tire yourself out. You should go to bed and get some sleep..."

Zhao Rong was holding his wife's bare hand, looking down at it, and stroking her palm with his fingertips.

There are a few calluses on his hands, and judging by their location, they are the result of holding the sword for a long time.

And this pair of soft hands, which were supposed to only touch romantic things, had just been used to make her bed and clean the house.

Concubine Zhao Ling frowned slightly, "Brother Rong'er, did you hear that?"

"...Oh, I heard you, Qingjun. But, there's nothing much to sleep on alone."

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

She pretended not to understand, "Well, don't be perfunctory with me, Brother Rong'er, I come here often."

Someone smiled helplessly, "Got it."

"By the way, are you short of money? I have some Green Fly Money and Colorful Butterfly Money here, all of which I have saved. If you need them, feel free to take them... Well, Brother Rong'er, I'm not teaching you how to do things, I'm just..."

Someone interrupted and said, "Madam, I am not short of money now. Your cultivation costs a lot of money, so you can use it yourself. You don't have to worry about me. And if you don't have enough, you can tell me... I will see if I can get some."

"And..." He blinked and said shameless words without blushing or beating his heart, "It's okay, my wife taught me how to do it. It's okay."

"Husband, really?"

"real."

"But, but I won't teach you."

"Then I'll just have to listen to others..."

"You dare!? You can only listen to me."

"...Okay, ma'am."

“…”

"My wife."

"Um?"

Someone lowered his voice and whispered, "You are so nice."

The purple-dressed woman lowered her eyes and said, "What's wrong with me? Why are you nagging me like that?"

"Anywhere is fine."

"You're just trying to trick me with sweet words."

"No, well, do you really want to know what's good about you?"

The purple-dressed woman smiled sweetly, "Yes."

Then someone stopped talking.

The purple-clothed woman listened and waited for a long time, but still no "hateful" voice came from her side.

She glanced at him, shook her head, and was about to nag him a few more words, but suddenly she bit her lip with her pearly teeth.

"Well, stop it."

"oh."

"You...you...stop making trouble."

"Um."

The purple-clothed woman said in a thin voice, "... Stop making trouble, stop making trouble... Stop... Stop touching me. Qian'er is here..."

"..." A little girl glanced at it and her face felt a little hot.

"oh."

The purple-clothed woman bit her lip hard, "Husband...you...you..."

Someone answered, "You are good in every way, my lady."

“…You, you…you bastard!”

"Yes." After a pause, "My wife is fine everywhere. Let me check again."

“……!!!”

…

After half an incense stick.

Zhao Rong, who had been checking along the way, brought Zhao Lingfei, who felt "something was wrong everywhere", and Qian'er.

They returned to Ruexingtang together.

The students of Ruxingtang wrote quietly under the supervision of Yu Huaijin.

Zhao Rong asked Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er to wait outside the lobby.

It was just the return of the man in purple and the arrival of a pretty girl.

It attracted a lot of attention and gazes.

Zhao Rong ignored the strange looks from the students of Ruxing Hall and walked up to the podium to continue his calligraphy class.

About a quarter of an hour later.

As the dull sound of bells came from afar.

The calligraphy class make-up class on the holiday has officially ended.

All the students stood up and dispersed, but too many things happened today and someone was too busy, so it would probably take them a while to digest these things after they returned.

When the students passed by the podium, they looked at Zhao Rong, who was tidying up the desk with a calm expression; then they looked at the beautiful scenery in the distance outside the door created by the two lovely girls.

Zhao Rong ignored all this and lowered his head to pack up his things for a while.

After a while, he looked up at the empty classroom and let out a sigh of relief.

He casually picked up the inkstone that had been used in class, and left with Qingjun and Qian'er who were waiting at the door.

I went to the lakeside to wash the ink first.

Afterwards, the three of them will go to Mr. Yan's sea bass banquet together...