Qinglianju, the roof of a room in the inner courtyard.

Under the moon.

"Do you like it?"

Zhao Rong looked down at Zhao Qian'er with a gentle voice.

The little girl, who was originally so proud, now lowered her head, slightly opened her pink lips, and stared blankly at the purple flower in her hand.

The corners of her eyes curved downward, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she stretched out a finger, gently stroking the delicate petals with the tip of her finger, caring for them carefully.

At this moment, hearing Zhao Rong's smiling question, Zhao Qian'er nodded happily, "Yeah, I like it."

Her soft voice paused, she quickly raised her head to look into his bright eyes, then quickly lowered her head and repeated something in a weak, almost imperceptible voice.

“I… I like it very much.”

Zhao Rong nodded with relief and said with a smile, "That's good."

I...I like everything you give me. I like it very much.

Zhao Qianer lowered her head to admire the flowers and muttered something to herself.

"Well, you're not angry anymore?"

Zhao Qian'er came back to her senses, pouted her lips, and said without even looking at him: "Well, I'll forgive you this time."

“…”

Zhao Rong glanced at her. Actually, he still didn't fully understand why this girl was angry. Hmm, why did she like to sit in a crowded place so much?

Qingjun was right in scolding her, she was indeed a naughty girl.

Of course, Zhao Rong would not say these words out loud.

At this moment, he nodded slightly.

Only then did Zhao Qian'er become lively and excited again.

She turned her back, tilted her head back slightly, and leaned on Zhao Rong's left shoulder. She raised the purple flower in her little hand, pursed her pink lips, and blew the fragrant breeze, "Hoohoo~"

The little girl leaned against Zhao Rong, looking at the purple flower in the moonlight and blowing the petals happily.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help but feel better.

Zhao Qian'er asked curiously, "Brother Rong'er, how do you know that I like purple flowers? Did the young lady tell you?"

Zhao Rong smiled without saying anything, squinting at the dark mountains in the distance.

At this time, the night was getting darker, a jade plate was hanging in the sky, spreading its silver light to the world. On the top of a secluded mountain under the moon, the outline of an ancient platform that had existed for thousands of years was vaguely visible.

If the legend circulating among the people in the city of Duyou is true, the ancient King You once went up to the lonely platform alone under the moon and looked at the palace of the emperor in his hometown of Zhongzhou.

Then I wonder if in faraway Middle-earth, those palaces that were built with the expectation that they would stand forever are still there?

In the long river of time in the Xuanhuang Realm, everything gradually collapsed and became ruins.

All that is left is a solitary tower overlooking the sea and the ends of the earth, standing alone under the moon.

However, for Zhao Rong, these ancient and suffocating historical origins had nothing to do with him, and the passage of time had not left any traces or wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

About this secluded mountain that seems to be buried with countless secrets and is also covered with the dust of history.

Apart from the legend he had just heard this morning, Zhao Rong's only vivid memory was the events that happened that afternoon when he had just arrived in Duyou City after travelling thousands of miles and met Qingjun, a man in white, at the foot of Youshan Mountain.

He still remembered that he saw Jiang Chebai handing a purple flower to Qingjun in the mirror of the inn at the foot of the secluded mountain.

But the lady already had a purple flower, so she took it after hesitating for a moment.

Zhao Rong drank all the tea on the table in one breath, not even leaving out the tea leaves.

Of course, after the misunderstanding was resolved, he also reflected deeply on himself.

At the same time, Zhao Rong, after calming down, quickly figured out why Qingjun, who seemed to dislike flowers and plants, took the extra purple flower.

Zhao Rong remembered that little Qian'er had liked to play with flowers and plants since she was a child. At that time, there was a grand ceremony on Youshan Mountain, and Qian'er had gone out for a trial and had not returned yet.

Therefore, it is self-evident why Qingjun accepted the purple flower even though he treated Jiang Chebai as an ordinary fellow disciple.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong never mentioned this matter in front of Qingjun.

He was afraid that her panicky thoughts would misunderstand his thoughts, or that she would remember the traumatic experience of that day.

However, Zhao Rong kept in mind the fact that Qian'er liked purple flowers.

Fortunately, many of these rare items, which were rare in the past, were released into the market because of the grand ceremony held in Youshan that day.

After he saw him in Sheng Wanbao in the morning, he quietly became a big dog owner.

At this moment, on the roof, seeing that Zhao Rong did not answer, Zhao Qian'er started chattering again.

She turned around and glanced at Zhao Rong, "Huh, huh, you already know how to give flowers. Brother Rong'er is getting better and better at coaxing girls. I don't know where he learned it from..."

Zhao Rong didn't dare to respond.

Although the little girl said this, she couldn't let go of the curve at the corner of her mouth.

"Hoohoo~Brother Rong'er, Brother Rong'er, the purple flower changes color every day. How about I wear this little flower and change into a new dress of the same color every day?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched. My goodness, you've ruined my entire family.

"Brother Rong'er, you have a conscience. Qian'er served you well. She is not like the young lady who would let it go if she bullied me. Last time, Senior Sister Lu was holding a ceremony in Youshan, and I was not there. She didn't even bring me an extra purple flower."

Zhao Rong's expression slightly changed, and he asked, "Qing Jun...didn't you bring the purple flower back?"

Zhao Qian'er lowered her head to play with the flowers, without thinking much, and said casually:

"She did bring one back, but this purple flower was picked by Mr. Bai before the young lady went to Youshan. She must have forgotten about me and didn't pick one for me."

Zhao Rong remained silent, looking up at the bright moon.

It turned out that the purple flower she took was thrown away later, but she never mentioned it to him. This silly woman, well, he didn't swallow the tea in vain...

Someone feels warm in his heart.

Sometimes when two people are together, what warms people's heart the most is not the intimacy between them as a couple in daily life, but the accidental discovery of the little things that the other person has done silently.

Behind these little things, three words are clearly written.

Care about you.

Zhao Rong touched the Sumeru object in his sleeve and then let go.

No wine.

Well, he probably can't drink now, because there's a little girl next to him who hates him drinking.

Until now, Zhao Rong could still hear Xiao Qian'er complaining about Uncle Xiaobai who gave him wine on their wedding night...

Just as Zhao Rong was laughing.

Zhao Qian'er glanced back and then turned around.

She shrank her petite body and squatted in front of Zhao Rong.

The latter was sitting on the eaves, and the two were about the same height.

Zhao Qian'er was squatting, supporting her chin with her left hand, pinching a small flower with her right hand, and reaching forward in front of Zhao Rong.

She tilted her head, eyes curved, and gave him a look.

Zhao Rong took the purple flower and looked at Xiao Qian'er's hair which was casually tied into a bun.

He found a suitable place and put the little flower into her hair.

Zhao Qian'er nodded in satisfaction and suddenly said, "Don't move."

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned.

At one end of the roof, the two looked at each other for a moment.

Zhao Qianer withdrew her little hand that was supporting her chin, and her little head suddenly tilted forward.

Then, the little face reflected in Zhao Rong's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and came towards him along with a pleasant fragrance.

He subconsciously prepared to retreat, but Xiao Qian'er wrinkled her nose, so Zhao Rong gave up, but said, "Ahem, what are you doing?"

"Look in the mirror and see if you have inserted it properly~"

Zhao Qianer said confidently.

Her big peach blossom eyes stared into Zhao Rong's eyes.

The eyes of the two people reflected each other's faces which were close at hand.

The scent of both parties lingered on each other's noses.

Zhao Rong felt a little upset.

"Don't move, let me take another look. Um, Rong'er, where are you looking? Don't look down there. Don't move your eyes. Look at the little flower in my hair..."

Zhao Qian'er gave the command. Her little body seemed a little unstable, but she didn't mind. She simply opened her two little hands and supported them on Zhao Rong's chest, and moved her little face closer to Zhao Rong's face.

Zhao Rong was caught in a dilemma and had to lean back slowly.

It was just that Xiao Qian'er used his eyes as a dressing mirror, and her delicate body leaned forward as Zhao Rong's body leaned backward.

So, at this moment, such a scene appeared in a small corner of the roof.

Zhao Rong leaned back, supporting himself with his hands on the green tiles behind him, and gradually lay down flat, while Xiao Qian'er "pressed" on Zhao Rong, her little chest seemed to be touching him.

Zhao Qian'er looked like she was going to push Zhao Rong down and hold him down.

Man on bottom, woman on top…

Zhao Rong felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what.

Zhao Qian'er stared into his eyes, and suddenly a breath of fragrant air blew from her pink lips, her breath as sweet as orchid.

Zhao Rong felt a slight itch on the tip of his nose, and what was even more itchy was his chest, which was supported by her little hands, because the little girl's slender fingers had been quietly pressing...

"Brother Rong'er..."

At this moment, Xiao Qian'er's delicate voice was mixed with a cute nasal tone, soft and sweet.

It's very pleasant to the ear, and makes people... want to swallow it.

"... Is Xiao... Xiao Qian'er pretty?"

The evening breeze that was noisy a second ago seemed to become gentle.

Zhao Rong felt that the air had become quiet at this moment.

The 'good-looking' she asked about, is it that 'good-looking'?

Zhao Qian'er's eyes were sparkling as she waited for someone's answer. At the same time, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she raised her delicate chin slightly, and her pouting pink lips moved closer to the mouth from which she was expecting a suitable answer.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and remained silent.

Looking into the eyes of the little girl who looked like a fresh and sweet cabbage.

The next second, he nodded directly: "Of course it looks good. This purple flower looks good on anyone who wears it. Qian'er also looks good wearing it. But the person who looks best wearing it, needless to say, is definitely my wife."

Zhao Rong nodded and said seriously, "I bought two purple flowers and will let Qingjun wear them later. Hey, why haven't you finished washing yet, madam?"

Having said this, he turned around decisively.

Well, Qingjun was indeed standing not far behind, quietly stopping.

She seemed to be waiting for Zhao Rong and Qian'er, who were in a strange position at the moment, to end their interaction.

"Qing Jun."

Zhao Rong knew it after thinking it in his heart, but his face showed a slightly surprised expression, "My wife!"

He turned his head and said helplessly to the little Qian'er who was staring blankly with her mouth slightly opened: "Qian'er, stop messing around. You've had enough of looking in the mirror, get down quickly."

The little girl's cheeks were flushed as she did this seductive thing for the first time, but she was still unwilling to give up and wanted to do more.

In just a moment, Zhao Rong moved.

He stood up quickly and at the same time, picked up Zhao Qian'er who was pressing on him, ending the abnormal position.

Zhao Rong left Xiao Qian'er, who had a somewhat resentful look in her eyes, and turned around and ran to Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

After bathing, the lady was wearing an elegant lotus green chest-length skirt, and her clothes were fluttering in the evening breeze on the roof.

The cold moonlight fell on her equally cold and beautiful face, adding a sense of otherworldliness to her.

It's just that this woman with a teardrop mole, who was supposed to be like the fairy Chang'e in the Moon Palace, who was not concerned with worldly affairs, had a calm face but spoke in a clear voice that made her fall into the mundane world.

"Brother Rong'er, am I disturbing you and Qian'er? Otherwise, I'll go down first."

Before Zhao Lingfei went up to the roof, for someone, and only because she was only going to be seen by that person at night, she deliberately did not put her hair up like a woman, but let her hair down to her waist and her skirt fluttered.

At this moment, she, who had just washed her fragrant body for someone, lifted up her long hair and tucked it behind her ears. Without waiting for Zhao Rong to answer, she turned around and left.

Zhao Rong was not willing to let his wife leave. He reached out and pulled her hand, and then pulled her body back.

He took a step forward, hugged the silly girl in his arms, raised his hand, and put another purple flower in her ear.

Zhao Rong hugged Qingjun, buried her pretty face in his chest, and shook her gently, "You little jealous girl, don't leave."

He paused and repeated, "You are not allowed to leave."

Zhao Rong did not give any extra explanation and clasped his fingers with Zhao Lingfei's with his left hand.

At this time, Zhao Qian'er also walked up, biting her lip, and grabbed her young lady's other hand with her little hand and held it in her arms.

She pouted and said:

"Stingy guy... Forgot what we agreed when we were little that the three of us would always be together? Well, I can't even tease Brother Rong'er, okay, okay, I won't tease him anymore in the future, so don't be jealous."

You call this funny?

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Zhao Lingfei, with her face buried in Zhao Rong's chest, raised her delicate head, glared at Xiao Qian'er, and couldn't help but argue: "I... I'm not jealous, I just said the truth. If I disturbed you, just tell me..."

Zhao Qian'er glanced at her, her little face full of disbelief.

"You little girl, you deserve a beating."

Concubine Zhao Ling raised the hand that Zhao Rong was holding, and the two of them used their hands to knock the little girl on the head.

Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun in his arms and laughed.

All of a sudden, the three childhood playmates were playing together under the moon again.

Not long.

The three of them sat back on the roof, enjoying the evening breeze, watching the moon and chatting...