After leaving Lanzhou Ferry.

Zhao Rong took his wife and Qian'er for a walk and play in the maple forest by the river.

Qian'er squeezed in between Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei like a troublemaker, not allowing the two of them to be together.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei looked at each other, with a somewhat amusing and helpless look in their eyes.

How can it be like taking care of a child?

But even so, it can't stop two hearts from wanting to be together.

Qian'er was walking between the two of them, and as she walked, she gradually felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

Brother Rong'er and Miss Rong were so quiet that it was a little eerie.

At a certain moment, the little girl suddenly had an idea and turned back.

Behind her, Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei held hands together again and kissed each other gently.

At this moment, after being caught red-handed, the two '**' hands had already retracted.

Qian'er was slightly stunned, her little head turning left and right mechanically, looking at the two of them.

Brother Rong'er acted as if nothing had happened, and the young lady turned her face away shyly.

"you……"

Qian'er was so upset. She felt that her stomach was full again after taking a walk to digest her lunch. Her belly was bulging...

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei also felt a little embarrassed.

But when I saw Xiao Qian'er's cute appearance, I couldn't help laughing.

Happy times always pass quickly.

Zhao Rong also missed the time he spent with Qingjun and Qian'er, but he was no longer the carefree child he once was.

The same is true for Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er.

Everyone has their own things to do.

Not long after, Zhao Rong smiled and said a few words, then took the two girls away from Linlu Academy.

Zhao Rong accompanied her for a while, and when they parted, he took out a stack of golden apricot leaves, handed them to Concubine Zhao Lingfei, and smiled without saying a word.

The latter bit his lip, took it and opened it.

On each apricot leaf, there were words of varying lengths written intermittently.

His elegant small calligraphy has ink of varying shades of dark or light.

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but look up at Zhao Rong, who was smiling gently but not saying anything.

She knew that these should be his idle essays during these days, and the love words he wrote when he missed her.

Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes. She knew it because...

She thought the same of him.

Sometimes Concubine Zhao Ling felt like something was blocking her chest, and she couldn't help but go to the south window which was always open and look at the place where her husband was reading in the distance.

She also wanted to write down her overwhelming love and send it to him via wild geese.

But Zhao Lingfei was not a woman who wrote poems on paper and chanted about the wind and the moon, like Liu Kongyi.

She bit the pen with her red lips, staring blankly at the clean white paper, and her bare hands, which held the sword so freely, could not let go.

Apart from straightforward sentences that make her blush, such as 'I miss you', 'I miss you very much', 'I, I really miss you very much', I really can't think of anything else.

So every time that happened, Concubine Zhao Ling would quietly put down her pen.

Or she would pick up needlework and continue to weave clothes for that person stitch by stitch.

Or she would take the love letters he wrote to her and read them softly, word by word.

But after Qian'er came back, Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't stand the gaze of this little girl's black and lively peach blossom eyes. She was afraid that she would pester her with questions, so she put the love letter among other books and leaned against the window pretending to read...

This is her longing.

And how has her husband been missing her during this period of time? Does he miss her as much as she misses him?

Looking at the countless apricot leaves and words in her hands, Concubine Zhao Ling understood.

At this moment, the purple-robed woman lowered her head and gazed,

Her eyes were full of joy and her smile was as beautiful as a flower.

Qian'er stood aside, looking at Zhao Rong eagerly.

The latter played deaf and dumb.

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but gently pinch an apricot leaf and peeked with her autumn eyes, but the next second, her cheeks were flushed.

She turned her face away, raised her bare hands lightly, and with her slender fingers tucked a few strands of black hair that had fallen from her forehead behind her ears, preparing to put away this "improper" apricot leaf.

But Qian'er, who was looking depressed, became suspicious when she saw the young lady's red cheeks, and quickly moved to her side.

"What are you hiding? What strange 'games' do you young people have?"

Qian'er grumbled in dissatisfaction, glanced at the words on the apricot leaf, and read them out softly:

"The crimson silk is covered with snow, the jade is soft and fragrant, the autumn eyes are full of longing, and the smile is full of charm. The figure of a god, husband..."

As the little girl recited, her voice gradually became softer, until it was barely louder than a mosquito.

She glanced at Brother Rong'er and spat softly.

Zhao Rong stood quietly with his sleeves rolled up, his expression normal.

I saw that my wife happened to see this maple leaf.

He curled his lips, suddenly took a step forward, and whispered into the shy woman's ear.

Zhao Rong looked at her round and small red earlobes that looked like drops of blood, blew a breath and said softly: "My wife has a divine figure, how can your husband take away her?"

The red gauze covers her fair skin, carrying a soft, delicate and warm fragrance. Her beautiful eyes are like autumn water and her sudden smile is so charming and tender.

How can your husband enjoy your wife's beauty, such as that of a goddess or a fairy?

At this moment, Zhao Rong whispered to Zhao Lingfei, and their faces touched each other.

Zhao Rong felt her red cheeks suddenly become hot, as if they were going to roast him, and the warm touch came to him continuously.

Zhao Rong suddenly had the urge to take a bite, whether it was the delicate ruby-like earlobe in front of him, or her pink cheek like a ripe apple next to him.

Everyone wants to leave some tooth marks.

His traces.

Just the next second.

Zhao Rong then felt that the beautiful woman in his arms, who was half-submitting to him, suddenly jumped out like a little rabbit.

Concubine Zhao Ling put away the pile of apricot leaves that she had been holding against her chest and punched him in the chest with her pink fist.

"I won't let you enjoy it."

Her tone was angry, her autumn eyes were red, and she glared at Zhao Rong. Her eyes seemed to be full of love and resentment, sadness and joy, tenderness and firmness...

A woman's heart is filled with thousands of emotions and a myriad of sorrows.

It’s all in this one glance.

Zhao Rong was stunned and blinked.

"Qian'er, let's go back home."

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't look at her husband who was thinking bad thoughts every day, and turned away.

This bad guy actually said that he was greedy for her body so bluntly and confidently.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know whether to be angry or happy.

You got the advantage but you still act like a good kid... Don't know how to take it? Then don't take it!

And, you just can't be more tactful... Just like her, she likes everything about her lover, the only person she has, and also... she also desires his body... but she always keeps it in her heart and never says it out loud...

The woman came in a purple dress and left in a purple dress.

She is tall and graceful.

Zhao Rong stood where he was, looking at his wife's proud back with a smile on his face.

He raised his hand to touch his nose, but felt that the action was a little strange, so he put it down.

Zhao Rong felt that there was nothing wrong with being greedy for his wife. If he said he wasn't greedy, Qingjun would probably skin him alive.

And he was right when he said 'how to enjoy it'.

She has the physique of a swordsman at the peak of the Haoran Realm, while Zhao Rong has the physique of a cultivator at the bottleneck stage of the Dengtian Realm.

He actually found it a little hard to bear, and Qingjun was also stuck on the issue of 'he was greedy for her body'.

I guess Zhao Rong will have to reach the Fuyao realm before he can let go...

So he just sighed and complained a little.

But Qingjun's red-faced and arrogant look is quite cute.

Looking at her receding back, Zhao Rong chuckled.

At the same time, he seriously thought about his recent practice...

"Brother Rong'er, I, I want one too."

At this moment, a weak, clear and tender voice suddenly came from the side.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and saw a little girl.

Qian'er covered her belly with her hands, looking aggrieved, and felt that she couldn't be any fuller.

She sniffed and looked at Brother Rong'er.

Zhao Rong also felt a little embarrassed. He had been so intimate with Qingjun that he almost forgot about this girl.

Zhao Rong suddenly nodded, as if he remembered something.

He took out a few apricot leaves and an envelope from his sleeve.

Qian'er perked up, waved her little hand and snatched it away.

She looked down, but before she could open her mouth happily.

Zhao Rong's words were like a basin of cold water that extinguished the little flame in the little girl's heart.

"Good Qian'er, please help me mail a few letters."

Qian'er: "..."

"Well, have you been in contact with Da Chu?"

Qian'er nodded dejectedly: "Wuwu... Wuwu."

Zhao Rong rubbed the man's hair that she had combed.

"Please send this one to Mr. Fang, and one to Zhongnan Country..."

After a while, the little girl left.

Before leaving, she turned back every two steps and reminded him not to forget to write poems and letters to her as he had promised, just like a lady.

Zhao Rong agreed with a helpless smile.

Not long.

Looking at the direction where his wife and Qian'er left, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked back.

It seems like I'll be busy in the next few days.

…

Linlu Academy, Nanxuan Academy.

From a distance, you can see a small courtyard in front with green smoke rising.

A young Confucian scholar was walking towards them, holding a book in his hand and flipping through it.

On the way back, Zhao Rong went to the library again to borrow books.

However, he did not go up to the seventh floor to meet Yang Wuwei for the time being.

There are some things he hasn't thought about yet.

Moreover, when he returns home later, at night, some guy who likes to have a stern face will probably give Zhao Rong extra lessons to make him learn the piano and painting properly.

It’s better to get ready first and then go upstairs to get to know them.

At this moment, the sky was getting dark in front of the courtyard gate.

Squeak

Zhao Rong pushed the door open while flipping through a book with his head down.

The smell of cooking from the kitchen wafted into my face, and the crackling sound of burning wood reached my ears.

He sniffed, smiled, and walked straight towards the north room without looking up.

Passing by the fields and walking to the north room, Zhao Rong turned a page of the book and was about to raise his hand, but suddenly stopped.

In the peripheral vision, there was a blue shadow jumping around.

He stood on the steps, closed the book in his hand, and turned to look.

In front of the fence at the east corner of the yard, there was a slender girl in a blue dress, with her back to Zhao Rong.

She leaned her lower body against the fence, bent over, leaned her upper body forward, and reached into the fence, now jumping up and down.

From behind, he couldn't see the face of the slender girl.

But looking at the back, Zhao Rong had never seen him before.

New guests?

However, her posture at this moment...

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Zhao Rong walked towards Dongli. He deliberately took a detour and no longer walked straight towards the direction where the slender woman's buttocks would be facing when she bent over.

I'm afraid that if I get closer, it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Zhao Rong is already very experienced in how to avoid embarrassing and socially unacceptable situations, and at this moment he is so well-behaved and self-conscious that it makes people feel distressed.

He was getting closer.

Soon, he walked to a place not far from her side.

It was not until then that Zhao Rong saw clearly what the woman was doing.

He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his eye.

It turned out that the slender girl was picking the autumn chrysanthemums that he and Brother Teng Ying had planted.

She was leaning forward, with one hand on the fence rail and the other hand stretched straight forward.

The target of this "chrysanthemum thief" is the tallest and longest blooming autumn chrysanthemum in the bush.

Although she looked tall, she still couldn't reach it. She was jumping up and down and trying hard to reach it, but it was in vain for the time being.

Zhao Rong looked at the scene speechlessly.

“Ahem.”

He covered his mouth and cleared his throat.

The slender girl with her butt raised was stunned and turned around.

The next second, he jumped back lightly and jumped off the fence.

She clapped her hands that were "committing a crime" a second ago, and looked around as if nothing had happened.

Looking around, nothing seemed to have happened.

But suddenly, the slender girl's head, which was looking around, suddenly stopped and her eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong's face.

She looked straight at him, slowly lowered her head, then looked up and down, carefully examining the man in front of her, her eyes extremely focused.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows. Now that the two of them were facing each other, he could see the woman's appearance clearly.

She just looked weak and fragile.

She is the kind of girl who would get excited as if she had been injected with chicken blood and would run over to bully the delicate and decent family when she sees the playboys and their lackeys parading around the streets and bullying men and women in the market at the foot of the mountain.

Usually, any playboy who has some experience in bullying men and women would close the fan in a cool manner and lift her chin with the tip of the fan in a domineering manner.

At this moment, Liang Jia had a panic-stricken look in her eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking. In this situation, she was still thinking about running, thinking that she could outrun this group of strong men.

Well, of course the result was that he was surrounded and stopped by a group of lackeys of the evil young man Hua Hua. The evil young man laughed arrogantly, but slowly approached at a speed slower than a turtle.

The delicate girl tilted her arms, huddled her body, and trembled like a chicken, shouting for help!

The young villain opened his arms, with a twisted and crazy expression, shouting something like "No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out", accompanied by the laughter of a large group of lackeys around him.

Then, the whole group of young scoundrels, lackeys, and good women just procrastinated and waited, waiting for a hero who would appear from nowhere and save the beauty.

Finally, Liangjia saw the hero who drove away the evil young man and saved her. He was handsome and talented.

She then stood gracefully, bowed, bit her lip and said with tears in her eyes, "I will repay you with my body." She looked so weak and pitiful.

This is roughly what the slender girl looks like now.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

I think she has that flavor.

The only problem now is that Zhao Rong doesn't remember saving the girl when he was rushing down the mountain.

The only one who showed up to save him was the stupid fox demon Su Xiaoxiao. I remember that she didn't even give me a definite answer whether she would 'devote herself to me in this life' or 'work like me like a slave in the next life' before running away in a panic.

Therefore, this seemingly weak girl in front of him should not be here to repay him with her body.

At this moment, the slender girl stared at Zhao Rong with a pair of gentle eyes, without blinking.

Zhao Rong looked at her, then looked at the ** behind the fence.

His tone was curious, "What are you doing here girl? Um, is there something on my face?"

Zhao Rong touched his face and shook his head. He should still be as handsome as he was before he left the house in the morning.

The slender girl stared at him and shook her head vigorously.

Zhao Rong smiled and pointed to the side, "My last name is Zhao, my courtesy name is Ziyu, and I live in the north room."

The slender girl opened her eyes slightly when she heard this, a little surprised, and looked Zhao Rong up and down again.

Her eyes became more direct.

Zhao Rong blinked. Do you know me?

Is this young master so famous in the academy?

But what the hell is this about coming to Dongli Cottage to steal his **?

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he pointed at the brilliant autumn chrysanthemums behind the fence, "Why did you pick these, girl?"

The slender girl tilted her head to look at him, nodded seriously and said, "It looks delicious."

Zhao Rong: “…”

The two looked at each other for a moment.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly.

He skipped the topic of what was wrong with this abnormal girl with unique tastes.

With a bright smile, he bowed and saluted, "Excuse me, young lady, who are you..."

"Bifang."

A familiar calm voice suddenly came.

Zhao Rong turned around and looked.

Yu Huaijin was walking out of the kitchen with a plate of...cucumbers in his hand.

As if she noticed his confusion, the old-fashioned girl put the cucumber away, paused for a moment, and explained.

"This is my maid... well, she can also be considered as a servant."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the slender girl who was smiling at her in front of the eastern fence.

Zhao Rong nodded and turned back.

However, he saw that the female servant named Bifang was no longer staring at him as she did just now, and her eyes were much more restrained.

However, he was still stealing glances.

At this moment, Zhao Rong came over.

Bifang smiled softly, a little shyly.

"return."

Yu Huaijin said in a serious tone.

Bifang lowered her head and said, "Oh."

The voice is weak.

Before leaving, she glanced at Zhao Rong sideways with a look of reluctance, but she still raised her hand and waved gently at him.

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.

Seeing this, Bifang also smiled happily, and then trotted over to Yu Huaijin.

Yu Huaijin held his hands and watched the two of them flirting with each other with a stern face.

She frowned slightly.