Concubine Zhao Lingfei didn't expect that Zhao Rong had been eavesdropping from behind, nor did she expect that the little Taoist friend Tao Yuanran was talking about was actually her husband.

But at this moment, she didn't have time to think about these things, because... Zhao Rong's actions were too intimate.

At this time, Zhao Rong was tidying up Concubine Zhao Ling's hair. The two of them were already very close to each other, and he leaned forward slightly, causing the two of them to be almost touching.

Concubine Zhao Ling was almost in Zhao Rong's arms. She raised her head, her two autumn eyes slightly rolled up, reflecting his calm face and his hand raised to pick leaves.

There were looks all around and the old man in the pavilion making teasing noises.

The next second, Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head, not daring to look at her husband. She even leaned her upper body back slightly, trying to get away from the warm embrace that made her cheeks hot.

"Don't move."

Zhao Rong took another small step forward and picked leaves for her and tidied her hair.

His tone was gentle, not a command, but Concubine Zhao Lingfei did not dare to move. She quickly raised her head, glanced at his expression, then lowered her head again and turned away.

The two of them got closer.

There were strange looks all around.

Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong ignored it. Just as the couple had secretly agreed before, they were just living their own life, so why should they care about other people's business?

She bit her lip, looked down at his shoes and clothes, and stretched out her hand naturally, and in full view of everyone, she also straightened Zhao Rong's clothes at the belt.

Concubine Zhao Ling was like a young wife welcoming her husband home. She moved her hands gently and whispered, "You, why are you here?"

Zhao Rong ignored some of the blank stares and chuckled, "I missed you. Can't come? Well, Qingjun always comes to my place. This time, I'll come to check on you too."

Zhao Lingfei forgot to be shy and couldn't help but look up and glare at him, with a slightly aggrieved tone, "Okay, check it out. There are so many men around me now, and we are in class together. Are you angry?"

Although she said this angrily, her heart was truly as sweet as honey.

Zhao Rong's hands kept moving. He adjusted the jade hairpin inserted in her black hair, and then bent his fingers to hook it playfully around his fingers.

He blinked and said, "I am angry, of course I am angry. I am so angry that I am going to die. Tell them not to run away after school."

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her autumn eyes slightly, and quickly bumped her fair forehead against her husband's thick chest, saying in a tone that was half fierce and half endearing, "You, you are not allowed to do anything stupid."

Zhao Rong said with a straight face: "No, tell them not to run away after school."

Zhao Lingfei said fearfully: "Brother Rong'er, don't misunderstand me. Qingjun has never paid any attention to them..."

Zhao Rong shook his head, his tone serious.

"No, we have to ask them to stay. Silly lady, they are all your fellow disciples. We meet each other all the time in Xiaoyao Mansion. I have to pay for a meal for them. It's not good for you to be so introverted and cold. You still have to maintain basic etiquette of friendship."

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Zhao Qianer: “…”

Concubine Zhao Ling pinched and twisted the flesh on his waist with her bare hands.

She raised her head again and glanced at him with her autumn eyes, "You are the only one who is poor."

Zhao Rong smiled and just took a breath secretly.

Concubine Zhao Ling quickly let go and gently rubbed her husband's waist with her soft, boneless hands.

She thought about it, her hair shaking slightly.

"Forget it, my husband, please don't treat us. I'm not familiar with them. However, I do have some friendship with some of the senior sisters and junior sisters in the mansion. If my husband really wants to treat us, I can call them over."

Concubine Zhao Ling paused, then casually said, "Oh, my husband, Fairy Liu is here too, so it's a good opportunity to call her along."

Zhao Rong's hands continued to move without any pause, and his expression remained the same, with a smile on his face and a shake of his head.

"Why should I treat your senior sisters and junior sisters? It's not like I haven't seen them before at the Nuanxi Yaji. I'm confident that you can handle the relationship with them. Forget about the treats. I'm a Confucian scholar, so I still have to avoid suspicion in private."

"Yes." Concubine Zhao Ling nodded slightly, looked at Zhao Rong with her autumn eyes, and said casually:

"We'll talk about the sisters later. But as for Fairy Liu, it's not a good idea for your husband to keep delaying drinking her cup of tea. Fairy Liu is here this time, so you should drink it."

Zhao Rong was still gently tidying his wife's hair. When he heard this, his gaze did not shift in the slightest.

A man's intuition told Zhao Rong.

Danger!

Without turning around, you can tell that Qingjun and Qian'er are definitely looking at his expression carefully at this moment.

Furthermore, the gazes of the two girls were about to materialize.

Zhao Rong couldn't help feeling it.

He was even very clear that this question must be answered within two breaths, and a satisfactory answer must be given without any hesitation.

Otherwise, even if the reply was just one second late, Zhao Rong would never be able to hold Qingjun's hand and walk out of the gate of Taiqing Mansion today. As for tasting the food in his son's cafeteria before going down the mountain, it was even more unrealistic.

If he doesn't handle the situation well, even Xiao Qian'er will probably ignore him.

Less than a breath after Zhao Lingfei finished speaking, Zhao Rong, whose desire to survive was so strong that it could be said to be his innate magical power, had already traveled a thousand miles in a flash.

He suddenly frowned, looked down at Concubine Zhao Lingfei, and said in a puzzled voice:

"Qing Jun, what do you mean I'm dragging my feet on drinking? That Fairy Li... is she Fairy Li?"

Zhao Rong shook his head. "Forget it. Who cares what her last name is? Qingjun, I'm not delaying drinking. Why should I drink the fairy's tea? It was inexplicable that she offered me tea. How did it become a question of whether I drink it or not?"

He smiled helplessly and said:

"Qing Jun, I did hear a little about this, but I'm not her teacher. I heard that the word '弄' was filled in by the little girl Lu Zhu, wasn't it?"

"Well, maybe she got a little inspiration from me. Maybe Green Pearl was just very clever, or maybe she just did it by accident. But what does what happened later have to do with me?"

Zhao Rong decisively proposed a philosophical proposition that transcends the times:

"If someone gets injured while fencing, does that mean the injured person has to go looking for trouble with the swordsmith? Um, what kind of sword is this?"

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and looked at Zhao Qianer.

The little girl showed admiration in her eyes and nodded her chin at the indignant Zhao Rong, then signaled to Concubine Zhao Lingfei, "Well, it's okay."

Concubine Zhao Ling did not comment.

She acted as if nothing had happened and didn't bring up the subject again.

Zhao Rong looked at his wife who continued to lower her head and carefully and gently tidy up the corners of his clothes. He quietly looked at her expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought to myself, what a close call!

The key to Qingjun's question just now is not his attitude towards drinking tea. If you think it is this, then you have only seen Qingjun on the second level.

Then he stood on the third floor and answered, saying that he would never drink Liu Kongyi's tea.

Well, congratulations, when you look up you will find that Qingjun is actually standing on the fourth floor.

The door to your son's cafeteria is completely closed, so don't even think about eating with him.

So, in order to compete for food with his son, Zhao Rong stood on the fifth floor.

If he only focused on the question of whether to drink tea, then no matter how firm his answer was, wouldn't it be tacitly acknowledging the premise that he was Liu Kongyi's "teacher in one word" and had some connection with her?

Hey, Qingjun, this is just a rhetoric.

There are tricks everywhere between the lines, and you can easily fall into them if you are not careful.

Zhao Rong was secretly alert.

My wife is very virtuous and well-behaved most of the time, but sometimes, for some reason, she always asks some life-threatening questions.

The key is that Qingjun still hides these life-threatening questions behind her daily affectionate expressions, making it unclear whether she really means it, whether it is a sudden thought of a woman's instinct, or whether she has already memorized it in her heart...

At this moment, Zhao Qian'er, who was standing next to him, saw that Rong'er only had eyes for the young lady, and she looked unhappy. She tilted her little head and moved closer, with her flying fairy hair tilted to one side, looking fairy-like and cute.

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

The little girl nodded her head, indicating that Zhao Rong should also handle her.

Zhao Rong laughed and raised his hand to help her tidy up her hair a little.

While Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er were whispering to each other, the other people on the field became restless.

The open space was completely silent, with everyone watching the man and two women becoming intimate.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Are you here? Enough with you two, can you please stop showing off your affection? Mr. Tao is still teaching.

Besides, it’s almost time for lunch, can you save some space for everyone?

Concubine Zhao Ling also seemed to feel something was wrong, and that the situation they were in was not right.

I don’t know if I’m shy or if I feel like the people around me are a nuisance.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she tugged at the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes with her bare hands.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head to glance inside the pavilion. Tao Yuanran was waiting quietly with a kind face, as if he was waiting for the couple to finish their intimacy.

She pursed her lips and took a step forward, "Mr. Tao, let me ask you..."

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly paused, because Zhao Rong had already grabbed her hand. He then stood in front of her like a mountain and spoke to everyone...