Zhao Rong wondered if he was hallucinating.

But never mind, if it was a misunderstanding, the worst that could happen would be a cold stare from Qingjun.

The next second, Zhao Rong jumped onto the carriage at lightning speed.

This swift movement and decisive posture, if a scholar named Lin from the distant Zhongnan country was present at this moment, he would definitely roll up his sleeves, give a thumbs up, and sigh with a smile.

Brother Zhao is very handsome and heroic. These few moves already show the demeanor of a martial artist like Kunpeng. He is not much inferior to the Martial Emperor who attained enlightenment through his physical body tens of thousands of years ago.

After hearing this, Zhao Rong would probably wave his hands modestly and say something like, "No, no, I'm definitely not as good as Master Lin, who has 18 wives a day and has at least 18 sexs a night."

The carriage started moving slowly.

However, although Brother Ronger looked anxious before getting on the car, well, that was how Zhao Qianer felt.

But after getting on the carriage, he seemed like a different person, calm down, sitting upright between her and the young lady, acting like a gentleman all the way.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Qian'er raised her head and looked at the right side of Zhao Rong's thin face with her dark eyes.

Her naturally charming peach blossom eyes curved into crescents in the changing light and darkness of the carriage.

Well, you stinky big pig's hoof, you have big ambitions.

…

Although Wutong Street in Duyoudong City is not as famous as those streets at the foot of Youshan Mountain that are well-known throughout the city and lined with wealthy families.

But it is a place only the rich and powerful can live in, not a place that ordinary mountain monks can afford to live in.

In fact, many monks in the mountains do not have extra financial resources and are willing to buy properties in the prosperous monk city.

After all, spiritual practice is a very expensive thing, and many monks in the mountains travel around and have high mobility.

Many cultivators in immortal sects also have their sects located in immortal mountains and blessed lands, with special cave dwellings arranged for them.

For example, there are many immortal sects located around Duyou City, not to mention the two largest sects in Beiwangque.

For cultivators with immortal means, traveling to and from the prosperous Duyou City is also quick and convenient.

Therefore, ordinary monks would not live in the city unless necessary.

Of course, it’s a different story for those who are financially well-off. They can just shop and live in the city.

On this street with the pleasing and auspicious name of "Phoenix Resting on the Wutong Tree", there are many luxurious mansions with carved dragons and painted rafters.

The masters and owners of these mansions.

Let’s talk about it in detail.

There are elders from the great immortal families such as Weiwei Mountain and Xinran Sect, high-ranking officials in Youlan Mansion, and scholars from the academy who like to live in the bustling city.

There are also nobles from the top ten wealthy families in Duyou City who keep concubines and illegitimate children here.

Or maybe it was just a great monk from another continent who settled in Duyou, lived there for a few times and then left the mansion behind. And so on and so forth.

In addition, the largest group of people come from all over the world in Wangquezhou, and they purchase luxury properties in Wutong Street.

For example, there are royal nobles from some great dynasties at the foot of the mountain, aristocratic families who profoundly influence state affairs within a country, and immortal sects on the mountain whose influence covers several countries.

Most of these situations were told by Gu Yiwu to Zhao Rong. He was really bored when he was sweeping the floor in the back hill of the academy during those few days.

So Zhao Rong remembered that his wife seemed to have a property called "Qinglianju" on Wutong Street, so he asked casually.

The burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes waved his big hands with a broom that he liked very much, and talked excitedly about some special places and some streets in Duyou City.

Compared to Fan Yushu, a local who knows everything about food, drink and entertainment in the city, and Miss Lu, who mingles in the mortal world and is only familiar with the customs and practices of Duyouxi City.

Gu Yiwu was indeed well versed in some of the intricacies of Duyoudong City.

He is worthy of being one of the seniors among this year's Mo Chi students, and he is able to keep those wild-tempered specialty students in Justice Hall in line.

Zhao Rong even began to doubt whether he lived at the intersection of Wutong Street. How did he know so much?

A street sweeper on Wutong Street? Or someone checking the birthplace and household registration for Youlan Mansion?

Zhao Rong asked Gu Yiwu, who had a rough appearance but was very meticulous, with a smile.

The latter shook his head and asked him seriously, a professional son-in-law, whether he knew other fairies from Taiqing Mansion who were like his sister-in-law, Fairy Zhao, who had extraordinary talent in cultivation, beautiful looks, gentle and considerate to her husband, and had mines and houses at home, and was in urgent need of a strong man to marry into her family.

Zhao Rong frowned and thought for a while, then looked up and down at the muscular man in front of him who was holding a broom and looking expectant, and shook his head seriously:

"Brother Yiwu's appetite is a taboo for us sons-in-law. The landlord's family doesn't have any surplus food. Which fairy can afford to feed him?"

Gu Yiwu: “…”

…

In the lonely and secluded city, the lights are just coming on.

On the north side of East City, there is a wide street with luxurious mansions on both sides, their doors tightly closed.

If you stand on the street and look through the pink walls of blue bricks and black tiles, you will see that the buildings inside these courtyards are brightly lit.

In some luxury homes, the aroma of wine, music, and dazzling lights could be faintly heard.

However, the sound coming from the wall was not loud, as if it was blocked by something, making the avenue of Wutong Street relatively quiet.

And near the middle of Wutong Street, there is indeed an exceptionally quiet mansion with few lights.

Quietly in the night.

This mansion has a mahogany gate with a plaque on top that reads "Qinglianju".

At this moment, on the roof of a wing room in the inner courtyard of this four-courtyard mansion, there were two figures, one tall and one short, sitting side by side on the eaves under the moon.

Zhao Qian'er supported her chin with her two little hands, rested her arms on her knees, raised her little head, and stared at the bright moon rising over the sea in the distance with her big black eyes without blinking.

At this moment, the evening breeze blew the ends of her hair which were wet after her bath.

Zhao Qian'er had changed out of the goose yellow dress she had worn when shopping during the day and was wearing a light pink nightgown.

The light pink nightgown was thin and fitted, making her petite figure look particularly well-proportioned and slender.

Come to think of it, although Zhao Rong called her a little girl, she was actually quite old, and her figure was like a willow branch sprouting in the spring breeze.

At this moment, she was sitting on the eaves, supporting her chin with her little hands. On her slightly tight nightgown, there was a bulging hill of considerable size somewhere. It was particularly conspicuous when viewed from the side, making people sigh that the little girl had grown up.

However, no one went to see this scene, especially the conspicuous scenery that could be seen from the perspective of someone on the roof.

Next to Zhao Qian'er, Zhao Rong was also sitting on the eaves, his upper body leaning back, his hands supporting the ground behind him, his eyes slightly closed, staring at the night view in the distance, while feeling the autumn breeze.

I didn't turn around to witness the 'night scene' in the night scene beside me.

Zhao Rong's hair was slightly damp and tied up casually. He was wearing a brand new autumn uniform that had just been washed. It was made stitch by stitch by a woman with autumn eyes, who lowered her head and twirled her fingers.

At a certain moment, the 'grown-up' little girl beside him, half leaning on his arm with her delicate body after bathing, pressed against him again.

The space on the roof is so spacious, but right now the two of them are sitting a little crowded.

Zhao Rong still didn't react, but for a moment he frowned slightly, and then returned to normal.

At this moment, he sniffed the fragrance of Xiao Qian'er's hair, exhaled gently, straightened up, stretched, and looked around the courtyard buildings.

This Qinglian Residence is the property of the Zhao family of Da Chu. Well, strictly speaking, it belongs to my wife.

As the only child of the fourth branch of the Zhao family in Great Chu, Qingjun was the heir designated by the old lady.

She is the future mistress of the Zhao family of Great Chu, or rather, she already is one now.

Whether in name or in reality.

But my wife has a cold and quiet personality. She is currently practicing in the mansion and is not involved in any affairs.

Although the Zhao family of Da Chu is the "local tyrant" in a large dynasty at the foot of Wangquezhou Mountain, they also have a considerable family business.

In addition to this Qinglian Residence, Qian'er told me that there are some other industries in Duyou City.

And at the foot of the mountain, there is also the basic base of Da Chu to provide blood supply.

Of course, the power developed in Duyou City also benefited Da Chu.

At present, the family business of the Zhao family of Da Chu in Duyou City has been handed over by Qingjun to the housekeeper Zhao Kun to manage.

This old butler, like the second branch's worshipper Li Bai and Zhao Rong's mother who always holds a sword, is an old member of the second branch of the Zhao family of Great Chu. They watched him, Qingjun and Qian'er grow up.

Zhao Rong learned some general information from Qian'er.

It was discovered that the Zhao family of Da Chu was not that much worse than the Lin family of Lanxi.

The latter, whose base is the rich and beautiful Zhongnan Mountain, has now divided up the Chongxu Temple, which has a thousand-year-old Taoist tradition, and took over Zhongxiuzhai, a medium-sized business that is popular in Wangquezhou, and its power has greatly increased.

So...my wife is a rich woman...and our family is also a landlord?

After some rigorous and careful reasoning, Zhao Rong came to this answer in his mind.

Of course, if we look at the bigger picture, whether it is the Zhao family of Da Chu or the Lin family of Lanxi.

In this lonely and secluded city, which is the most prosperous in the whole continent, it is not too conspicuous.

However, Zhao Rong knew that the most important "wealth" of the Zhao family of Great Chu was not those mentioned above.

But at this moment, there was the little girl who was secretly pushing him beside him, and Qingjun who was bathing in the boudoir.

Well, the Lanxi Lin family is similar.

Zhao Rong had deeply realized this when he returned to Qinglianju with his wife.

Before, after Concubine Zhao Lingfei brought him and Qian'er back, the servants had been following her, reporting on various banquet invitations sent by the top-ranked families in Duyou City.

But my wife politely declined all of them, saying that she had important things to do in the evening.

But before Zhao Rong could think carefully about what the important thing this woman said that evening... Qingjun went to take a bath without looking back.

Ahem, of course Zhao Rong isn’t coming along, if that were the case then something strange would have happened.

On the roof, Zhao Rong sighed softly, looked up at the bright moon, stretched out his hand, and spread out his five fingers.

He grabbed the bright moon in the sky from a distance.

The cold moonlight leaked through the gaps between his fingers and fell into Zhao Rong's eyes.

Far away in the sky, yet close at hand, just like Qingjun.

Just now, my wife didn't say a word, she just went to take a bath and burn incense, and she didn't tell me what important things tonight were, how to arrange it, or where he would sleep...

Fortunately, there was Zhao Qian'er, a thoughtful little girl, who directly took the son-in-law and childhood sweetheart, whom her lady didn't want but she wanted, to the inner house.

Get him clothes, boil water, and bathe him.

So, after Zhao Rong washed carefully, he was pulled up to the roof by Qian'er, who had also finished bathing, to enjoy the moon.

At this time, Zhao Rong looked around but still couldn't find his wife, and he didn't know whether she had finished washing.

By the way, could I just go to sleep and let him fend for himself?

Oh, Qian'er is still better. It would be better if she didn’t like to compete with him for the seat.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly in his heart.

The next second, he lifted his butt slightly, moved to the right, and considerately made way for the little girl who was quietly "pushing" him next to him.

"snort!"

However, what was unexpected was that Xiao Qian'er, who was resting her chin as if gazing into the distance to admire the moon, suddenly wrinkled her nose and snorted in annoyance.

In an instant, she stood up suddenly, hugged her small chest with her thin arms, pouted her lips, and walked to the other side of the roof away from a big pig's hoof with heavy steps.

The little girl sat down again, alone, hugged her knees, curled up her body, and turned her back to Zhao Rong.

The first thing Zhao Rong did was to look at the green tiles on the roof that were affected by the disaster with a worried look on his face.

Fortunately, our landlord's house is quite solid and no corners were cut.

Then he looked at the little girl's slender and thin back. In the evening breeze and under the cold silver light of the moon palace, one could not help but feel a sense of desolation.

Zhao Rong blinked twice.

He looked around, hesitated for a moment, stood up, walked over, and sat down gently beside her.

Zhao Qianer moved her little butt to the side, away from Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong refused to give in and followed her.

Zhao Qianer hid again.

Zhao Rong persisted and continued to follow.

In the end, the autistic little girl was forced to hide under the eaves, with no escape left.

She didn't move again, letting him lean against her small body, but she turned her face away and didn't look at Zhao Rong.

After Zhao Rong succeeded, he was still not satisfied and leaned outside to look at the expression on her little face.

"Hmph." Zhao Qian'er twisted her body inward and continued to turn her head towards him to prevent him from looking.

Um, you ignored me before, but now I am out of your reach...

Seeing that the little girl was still angry, Zhao Rong blinked.

He thought about it, leaned against her shoulder, and bumped her gently again.

Zhao Qian'er was like a kitten with its fur standing on end. She pushed back hard with her frail little shoulders.

"Hiss." Zhao Rong took a breath and rubbed his shoulders.

"Hmph." The little girl with her hair casually tied into a bun hummed twice, like a victorious hen, but then she sniffed.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing because he felt that her clear nasal sound just now sounded like the grunting of a pig.

But he didn't dare laugh out loud, for fear that Xiao Qian'er would hear him, and then she would probably bite him with her little fangs.

Zhao Rong guessed that the little girl should have calmed down a little, so he leaned forward again to look at her expression.

This time, Zhao Qian'er didn't hide and let him watch.

The little girl still had her lips pursed and her face tense, while a few strands of black hair were fluttering in the wind around her cheeks and ears.

He actually has the same cold and aloof temperament as Qingjun, who keeps people at a distance when he is silent.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, then followed Zhao Qian'er's gaze.

From the perspective of their rooftop, they could see a bright moon embedded in the inky night sky on the right side of the secluded mountain.

The mountains were pitch black at night, with only a few lights scattered around.

I don’t know whether the mountain, also known as Huayi Mountain, has changed into a new set of flowery clothes in the night.

As Zhao Rong looked out, he suddenly glanced sideways at the little girl who was ignoring him.

Zhao Rong's lips curled slightly, and with his right hand he calmly took out a 'flashy' gadget he had bought during the day from his left sleeve.

He looked down at the object in his hand, then raised his hand and inserted it into Zhao Qianer's hair.

This is a flower that continues to bloom silently after leaving the branch.

"Ah! You..."

Zhao Qian'er was suddenly attacked by the bad guy behind her. Her little face was full of anger and she cried out.

She had just finished bathing and was soiled by him again.

Zhao Qian'er turned her head angrily, wanting to teach him a lesson. At the same time, she raised her hand to grab the "debris" in her hair, ready to throw it forward.

But the next second, after catching a glimpse of the true appearance of the "junk" in her hand, her palm-sized face froze with expression, and then she suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Hey, this is... a purple flower!"

Zhao Qian'er looked down at the colorful flowers in her hands, her peach blossom eyes widened.

She reached out her hand and touched the purple flower on the mountain that she had been thinking about for a long time. She couldn't help but look happy and said to herself:

"It really is the Purple Flower, Rong...Brother Rong'er."

Zhao Qianer raised her head and looked at him with her big, bright eyes.

In her field of vision, Brother Rong Er was facing her with his side profile, a smile on his face, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

He bumped her shoulder.