"Brother Rong'er, I also want the purple air from the east, which the young lady is wearing."

"Only one."

"Brother Rong'er, I also want Aunt Liu's hairpin, which the young lady wears on her head."

"Only one."

"Brother Rong'er, I also want your hand, the young lady is being rubbed."

Zhao Rong, who was busy with his head down, said casually: "There is only one..."

Halfway through his speech, he paused and his hands stopped moving.

Qian'er, who had been peeking for a long time and was fed by something, could no longer bear it and was angry, "You are lying! You big pig's hoof, you were washing the inkstone, how come you washed it on the lady's hands."

Zhao Rong: “…”

At this time, it was still the lakeside of Mo Chi Academy.

Zhao Rong was squatting on the grass by the lake with Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er. They all reached into the cold lake water to wash the inkstone.

The pitch-black ink dyed this small area of ​​lake water black, but it faded away with the splashes and waves.

Originally, Zhao Rong rolled up his long gown and squatted in the middle, while Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er squatted on his left and right with their knees hugged.

The three of them were washing their own inkstones.

However, as someone was washing the inkstone, his hand became restless and no longer stayed in its place. Instead, it waded through the inky water and naturally slipped to the side.

He first held up Concubine Zhao Ling's ink-stained white hand, which felt a little cold.

Then he wiped it, rubbed it, and pinched it lovingly.

In the end, I just took a shower with her.

The two of them, with their sleeves rolled up, were cleaning an inkstone together.

It just seems like two people doing the same thing would be a bit confusing.

It would be more accurate to say that Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei were "washing their hands" rather than washing the inkstone. After a while, the four clumsy hands were entangled together again.

It takes half a day to wash one.

Xiao Qian'er, who was shaking her little head and working hard, suddenly looked happy when she noticed this scene out of the corner of her eye.

The little girl gritted her teeth, unhappy.

So she shouted loudly, fighting for the legitimate rights of "the boy and girl who were childhood sweethearts".

I want one too!

But Zhao Rong lowered his head and concentrated on washing the ink... no, it was washing his wife's hands. His perfunctory attitude made Qian'er very angry.

At this time, Brother Rong'er was silent.

She tightened her face.

"Miss, Brother Rong'er, this is not fair!"

The little girl's protest echoed in the quiet lakeside.

Zhao Lingfei squatted with her legs bent, buried her head lightly between her knees, and retracted her hands a little shyly, but she failed to escape successfully.

It made someone feel as soft and boneless as if her hand was still being held tightly by her husband who loved to play tricks on her.

Zhao Rong blinked as if nothing had happened.

Qian'er saw the young lady and Rong'er, the two of them were still squatting close to each other, lowering their heads and continuing to "wash their hands", not even saying a word, pretending not to hear.

She pouted, "Miss!"

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head between her knees and lowered it again, so her expression could not be seen clearly, but her exposed white neck was like the sea of ​​clouds in the sky at dawn, filled with the warm morning light and showing a faint blush.

She pinched her husband who was pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Zhao Rong glanced over, saw Qingjun's shy look, and smiled gently.

My wife is good in every way, except that she is a little too reserved.

Moreover, the two of them have held hands, hugged, rubbed, pinched... and so on many times, but she is still often shy and embarrassed, and easily reacts.

Whenever they held hands and walked around the street, Qingjun would blush secretly.

As shy as the first time holding hands.

This is the case even in private, let alone in front of Qian'er now.

Maybe it’s because of my wife’s conservative nature. She is used to being cold and arrogant in front of others, as if keeping people at a distance?

Or maybe it’s because... her body is naturally sensitive?

Hiss, Zhao Rong hadn’t paid much attention to this before, thinking that Qingjun was just like this because she was still a virgin.

But now they are an old married couple, and she is still so shy...

Just as Zhao Rong was about to continue thinking about what was wrong, he suddenly felt the hand in his hand pulling him again.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and glanced at his wife.

He coughed twice.

No matter what happens, there is a big light bulb watching right next to us.

Although he is a close person, this kind of "current crime" is indeed very exciting, and it was the same on the way back to Shuexingtang just now.

now.

There was an awkward atmosphere between the three people who were washing ink by the Ink Pond Lake.

How could Zhao Rong not understand what his wife meant? He raised his head and looked at a little girl.

I found that Qian'er had gone on strike and was squatting alone.

She hugged her knees with her hands, and her petite body looked even thinner, making her figure seem a little desolate and lonely, as if no one loved her or wanted her.

The little girl was biting her pink lips, and her slender shoulders were shaking, following the violent rise and fall of her chest.

Qian'er's already big peach blossom eyes opened even wider, staring at the couple who were huddled together.

It's a little boy who looks sad but also a little fierce.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing. He wanted to reach out and touch her little head and say "cute" with a smile.

But he had no doubt that Qian'er would get angry and bite him, so he gave up.

Zhao Rong said in a serious tone: "It is said that when men and women work together, the work is not tiring."

Crunch, crunch—

He paused, leaned back, glanced at the little girl who began to grind her teeth, blinked, and continued to explain:

"And the book says that sharpening a knife does not hinder the chopping of wood. Well, the same goes for sharpening your hands."

Zhao Rong grabbed Qingjun's four slender fingers and lifted her hand to signal.

Qian'er: "..."

She was stunned, stopped grinding her teeth, thought about it, and nodded in agreement:

"A man and a woman team up, you two aren't tired anymore, but have you done any work? You spent most of the day washing an inkstone, and all that time was spent sharpening your hands. Four hands can't wash as fast as one of mine, and you still say that sharpening the knife doesn't delay the work of chopping wood..."

Qian'er sniffed and said, "Brother Rong'er, you big liar, if you keep washing like this until the afternoon, you won't even be able to attend the perch banquet hosted by the academy teacher."

Zhao Rong was helpless, "Okay, then you tell me what to do."

Qian'er tilted her head and thought about it.

She looked at her own ink-stained hands, and then at the young lady's bare hands that had been rubbed clean by someone.

The little girl said timidly, "I want to grind it too, wuwuwu, Qian'er wants it too."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

In the end, Zhao Rong certainly did not give the little girl any time to "grind" her hands.

I've already said that I'll attend Mr. Yan's sea bass banquet at noon, so there's no time to waste.

Moreover, Zhao Rong also let go of Qingjun's hand, but the two of them were still leaning against each other.

Her purple dress was pressed against his blue shirt, and their warmth and figures lingered in each other's hearts, warming each other.

Later, a little girl who was acting as a light bulb also moved over and stuck close to the other side of Zhao Rong.

The three of them washed the inkstone quietly.

They huddled together and quietly looked at the reflections of their companions in the light black water.

Quietly feeling the breath of the companion beside you.

At some point.

Zhao Rong, who was busy with his work with his head down, couldn't help but look up and quietly look at her.

But he met a pair of long, deep eyes that were also staring at him quietly.

It turns out that his sweetheart is also looking at him in her heart.

Qingjun smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong smiled like a spring breeze.

Then……

"I want one too." A little girl's voice came weakly.

"Puchi." Qingjun laughed again.

Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head.

Qian'er pouted and bumped her little body into the big pig's hoof next to her.

Zhao Rong was startled and glanced at Qingjun who was laughing secretly again.

He leaned sideways and bumped into her.

Qingjun let out a soft cry and bit her lip.

She lowered her head and looked at the dark ink on her fingers.

The woman narrowed her autumn eyes and smiled happily. The next second, she suddenly reached out and wiped the face of the man next to her.

A little girl also cleverly raised her ink-stained hand and followed.

Zhao Rong was stunned and looked down. On the mirror-like water surface, there were painted faces on both sides.

He blinked and dipped his finger into the ink.

When he looked up again, Qingjun and Qian'er, who had attacked him, had already disappeared...

…

Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qianer.

The three of them were childhood sweethearts, and they reunited again, just like when they were children.

No longer a pigtail, but already tied up.

…

After Zhao Rong and the other two washed the inkstones in the ink pool, they went back to Dongli Cottage to pack up some things.

Except for some daily necessities that Concubine Zhao Ling bought for him, which needed to be put away.

Zhao Rong also had to return a "special autumn coat" under the supervision of a certain light bulb.

Qian'er put on a stern face and put away the young lady's "little clothes" that someone had neatly folded and handed to her.

She glanced at the two people in front of her.

Both Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei turned their heads away, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Qian'er suddenly whispered to Zhao Rong:

"Brother Rong'er, I'm not meddling in other people's business. This has been with you for quite some time. You men are filthy... I have to take it back and clean it... You and the young lady can play... but you have to pay attention to hygiene..."

The little girl's voice became almost inaudible later on.

Concubine Zhao Ling quickly turned her back and hurriedly fled out of the north room, saying, "Brother Rong'er's quilt should be dried in the sun. I'll go get it back."

Zhao Rong glanced at the bright midday sun outside.

He turned his head and looked expressionlessly at Xiao Qian'er, who puzzled him and seemed to know everything.

If I say that I simply... forget it, I won’t say any more. You definitely won’t believe it.

I believed it, but that was based on my suspicion that I, Brother Rong'er, had some strange problems.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Then, the three of them finished packing.

Zhao Rong introduced his two good friends, Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu, to Qingjun and Qianer.

The four of them laughed and talked for a few words and got to know each other.

After that, when there was nothing to do, Zhao Rong, dressed in a blue shirt and carrying some wine, took his wife, dressed in purple and carrying a food box, and Qian'er, who insisted on squeezing between them, to Mr. Yan's sea bass banquet.

As the eldest senior brother said before, the banquet will be held at Lanzhou Ferry.

This happened to be the place where Zhao Rong had his last class, so he was quite familiar with the place.

About one stick of incense later.

The three of them passed through the canyon where the lecture pavilion was located, which was the only way to the riverside.

As soon as the group stepped out of the canyon, the sound of waves from the distant river came towards them.

Zhao Rong did not stop, preparing to take Qingjun and Qianer with him and pass by.

But suddenly, he noticed that Qingjun's steps beside him seemed to pause slightly.

Turning around, I found that she was looking back and staring in the direction of the ancient pavilion and well that I had just passed.

"Qing Jun, what's the matter?"

Zhao Rong stopped and looked at the Zhengguan Well, the water there was what he had been longing for.

He suddenly said, "That ancient pavilion is called the Lecture Pavilion. The teachers in the academy like to preach the scriptures here. The ancient well inside is named Zhengguan..."

Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun's expression and repeated what he knew.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned around slowly and listened for a while with a stunned look on her pretty face.

She thought for a moment and shook her head: "It's okay."

Zhao Rong asked seriously, "Are you really okay?"

Concubine Zhao Ling thought about it again, nodded slightly, took her husband's arm, and snuggled up to him.

Zhao Rong nodded, smiled, and stopped asking questions.

The three of them set off again.

Concubine Zhao Ling stood straight, holding her husband's arm gently, and looking at the Li Du flowing across the distance in front of her, her eyes slightly closed.

She was silent and quiet, suppressing the sword energy in her body that had been calm for a very long time but suddenly had strange waves.

…

Orchid boat ferry.

Maple forest, wooden desk, and fine wine.

Confucian scholars, classics, and delicious food.

A sea bass feast is being held.

When Zhao Rong arrived with his wife and Qian'er, everyone else was already there.

There were not many people at the banquet this time, only a dozen or so. It was considered a private gathering for Mr. Yan and his disciples.

According to the eldest brother, the reason for holding the party was that Mr. Yan missed the water shield soup and sea bass sashimi from his hometown because of the autumn wind.

The only two outsiders at the banquet were Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer.

Zhao Rong smiled and introduced Qingjun and Qianer to Mr. Yan and his fellow seniors.

In the eyes of the scholars at the banquet.

The lady and her personal maid were both female sword practitioners in the Haoran Realm who were under the age of eighteen, and were both talented students of the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion.

The former is a monster who is about to reach the Tianzhi realm and is famous in Taiqing Prefecture.

This is such an astonishing blessing. If someone didn't know, they would think that this junior brother was the direct heir of some wealthy family.

Everyone at the banquet secretly gasped and looked around.

His eyes moved back and forth between Zhao Rong and the other two, especially Zhao Lingfei, who was holding Zhao Rong tightly. She had been famous for a long time and was dressed in a mysterious purple dress, which was very eye-catching.

Many men raised their glasses and drank a few more sips in silence.

Appreciate beautiful women, taste fine wine and eat delicious food.

All are here today.

The Confucian scholars laughed heartily.

Before, most of them, except for the eldest brother Li Jinshu and others, had only heard about this matter, but now they saw it with their own eyes that the real person came here.

Alas, this Zhao Ziyu, Junior Brother Zhao, is truly blessed.

The scholars from the academy at the banquet all knew the origins of this junior fellow student Zhao Rong.

However, he never talked about his identity as a son-in-law and did not spread it in the academy.

Because the teacher has seriously warned them.

Besides, no fool would do such a thing that would offend others.

Zhao Rong was favored by Mr. Yan, and his disciples all saw it.

This junior fellow disciple may very well be their fellow disciple in the future. Maybe he can even challenge the position of a top scholar. There is a little hope for him...

During the meal, Zhao Rong sat closest to Mr. Yan's right hand side.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er were standing by, pouring wine for Zhao Rong and Mr. Yan, behaving politely, gently and generously.

Yan Jidao was very satisfied.

He had been a little worried before. Zhao Rong's wife, as the favored daughter of Taiqing Prefecture and a sword cultivator, would be the kind of "genius" who was aggressive and domineering, which would make Zhao Rong lose his authority as a husband.

Now it seems...

Yan Jidao laughed and shook his head. He felt a little envious of the young couple who lived in harmony and treated each other as equals.

After that, everyone got along well.

At the banquet, everyone was toasting, talking and having a great time.

During the meal, Mr. Yan often asked Zhao Rong beside him about his recent situation in school, and urged him to study his academic progress and the study of the Thirteen Confucian Classics.

This old man who was far away from his hometown nodded with satisfaction from time to time and raised his glass to invite people to drink.

About half an hour later.

The party ended.