Many years later, when Zhao Qingyi saw the black bird carrying a book on its back, he would recall the quiet night in the lonely city when he and his two childhood sweethearts, who were like close relatives, sat together on the eaves, eating grapes and appreciating the moon, and talked about the "saint thieves" who had been carried away by the distant autumn wind.

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At this moment, on Wutong Street, on the eaves of the back house of Qinglianju.

In the autumn wind, Zhao Rong's slightly bulging cheeks paused, and in less than three breaths, he moved his cheeks to chew again, but this time he moved very slowly.

Because the scene before him at this moment made him dizzy and unable to look away.

What came into view was a Qingjun who seemed different.

There were no stars in the sky tonight. A full moon, hanging alone in the sky for ten thousand years, was like a huge silver wheel, embedded in the night sky three feet above her head.

Under the moon.

Qingjun was shrouded in moonlight, with her three thousand black hair cascading down like a waterfall, floating to the left in the evening breeze.

Strands of slanting hair brushed her cheeks, covering her teardrop mole and lifting her long eyelashes in her autumn eyes.

But it couldn't cover up Qingjun's bright and dazzling, unblinking narrow autumn eyes.

The captivating eyes, deep and clear, passed through the gaps between the black hair brushing on her cheeks and gathered on Zhao Rong's face.

She met his slightly stunned eyes.

All she had eyes for was him.

The purple flower that Zhao Rong had just given her was inserted diagonally between Qingjun's hair, as if blooming on her shiny black hair.

The edges of the purple flower's petals were filled with brilliance, outlining its outline in the darkness, and overflowing with star-like brilliance, like fireflies, in the night between Qingjun and the bright moon, like bubbles swirling up from the deep sea.

From the angle from which Zhao Rong was gazing at this moment, the light of the rising stars connected her with the bright moon.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the soft silver light between Qingjun's hair, in her autumn eyes, on her cheeks and on her red lips actually made his pupils shrink slightly at some point, and he suddenly felt it was dazzling.

She seemed even brighter in the moonlight, and her already fair skin was filled with a hazy glow that Zhao Rong had never noticed during the day.

It was like a dream, and Zhao Rong felt for no reason that Qingjun was more dazzling than the eternal moon above his head.

What has taken away its brilliance is the 'human moon' at this moment.

In other words, the stunning woman with her autumn eyes as bright and sparkling as lacquer under the moon at this moment is the bright moon in Zhao Rong's heart.

The person in front of you is the moon in my heart.

Even though Zhao Rong stared blankly for a long time, he still felt that Qing Jun was breathtakingly beautiful at this moment, and he couldn't bear to make a sound or take action to destroy this beautiful scene like a fairy under the moon.

Zhao Rong relaxed a little and blinked his eyes reluctantly.

This silly wife of mine might be the fairy Chang'e who escaped from the Guanghan Moon Palace in the sky to the mortal world, or... the reincarnation of some god from the ancient Moon Palace?

He muttered to himself.

At this moment, facing Qingjun's firm and powerful words, Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

This silly girl always gave him the feeling of a favored girl who seemed to have perfect talent in swordsmanship and beautiful looks, but seemed to be missing something in other aspects.

Just like right now.

It's not that Qingjun lacks wisdom, it's that she's stupid.

Qingjun has a delicate mind, is extremely intelligent, delicate and sensitive. She is not really as stupid as Zhao Rong says.

Well, okay, maybe sometimes when I'm in his arms, looking into his eyes full of love and tenderness, I do become a little clumsy and stupid.

But when necessary, Qingjun was able to control her husband tightly.

In Zhao Rong's eyes, Qing Jun is closer to the image of a simple and pure, even single-minded swordsman.

Yes, just like Gui couldn't help but praise Qingjun when he first saw him.

The sword's heart is as pure as glass.

Once she makes up her mind about something, it's like an arrow shot from a bow. She will never look back or regret, and will just keep moving forward.

The same is true when you like someone...

Seeing his wife's character, Zhao Rong, as her husband, was both happy and worried.

Although he is sometimes stubborn and will never change his mind about certain things or principles, it is precisely because of this that Zhao Rong does not want his loved ones to be like this.

It's easy to shoulder responsibilities that you could otherwise ignore.

Moreover, I was afraid that she would get into a dead end.

Zhao Rong pursed her lips and looked down at her right hand which was tightly clenched by Zhao Lingfei. She was also holding Qian'er's right hand at the same time.

Qian'er, who had been eavesdropping with her ears perked up, seemed to be infected by the atmosphere at the moment, and her anger seemed to disappear. She used her free left hand to hold Zhao Rong's left hand.

The little girl looked up, her face full of solemnity, "I...me too. Brother Rong'er is my sun, and Miss is my moon. I'll go wherever you go."

Zhao Lingfei looked at the three pairs of hands holding together, her frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and she smiled, "Well, we will never separate."

She looked at Zhao Qian'er, who smiled sweetly.

The two girls turned and looked at Brother Rong Er.

"The sun..."

At this moment, Zhao Rong murmured silently, and his two hands suddenly grabbed their hands and lifted them up, placing the backs of the two women's hands on his left and right cheeks respectively.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes gently, turned his head and squinted at his wife and said, "Then no matter what time, will you listen to me and not disobey me?"

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded, "No matter what, I will listen to you."

Zhao Qian'er, who was standing by, nodded her head vigorously, "Me too."

But before Zhao Rong could feel relieved, Concubine Zhao Ling paused for a moment, then lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, "Well, I will definitely listen to my husband's words, as they are the most important advice in Qingjun's heart."

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Me too."

Zhao Rong: “…”

He couldn't help but twitch his lips. Suggestions? Well, it's the same whether I say it or not. Nothing will change. I will still be stubborn when I need to be stubborn, right?

Zhao Rong was speechless, and then said seriously:

"Qingjun, you are making it impossible for me to carry out my job as a husband. If you, a silly woman who is a 'low-ranking official', get stuck in a dead end and keep asking questions, I will be right behind you and I won't be able to pull you back. This is unbearable."

Concubine Zhao Ling was not annoyed when she heard this, because she knew that her husband was just sulking and saying those angry words as a joke.

She smiled but said nothing.

Zhao Rong glanced sideways at the back of the woman's hand that was pressed against his right cheek.

I saw that her skin seemed whiter and brighter than during the day, closer to milky white, with a hazy glow flowing on it.

I don’t know if it’s because the lady is on the roof, shrouded in moonlight, that the beauty under the moon looks like the moon.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly felt vaguely that this hazy light was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before...

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling whispered:

"Brother Rong'er, I think there is another possibility regarding the good and evil of human nature."

Zhao Rong's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked up curiously, "What's the possibility?"

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were slightly tilted, as if she was recalling something. She placed her bare hand on Zhao Rong's face, stretched out her onion-like index finger, and gently touched the corners of Zhao Rong's curved and resolute face and the pursed lips with her fingertips.

"Human nature is not innate, but like white silk to be dyed, it will be blue if dyed blue, yellow if dyed yellow, and we must be careful about what we dye it with. Well, it is similar to flowers and trees facing the sun, and we need the guidance of saints..."

It was clearly a very interesting insight, but Zhao Rong suddenly frowned.

This... isn't this 'Su Si said'? He is very familiar with it.

When I was on the Qingfengju ferry, I often saw it when I read the Mohist classics in my spare time.

What Su Si said was not surprising, but the key point was, how could a "bad student" who had almost never read any other books except for the cultivation classics and the cookbooks and poetry collections that she could never learn, talk about the Mohist doctrine?

The Mohist school of thought was not very prominent in Wangquezhou, and Zhao Rong had met few Mohist heroes along the way.

As a result, he suddenly discovered that it seemed that...his wife was also learning Mo?

Xue Mo, silly girl, you…how dare you!

How can this be possible?

In fact, Zhao Rong has a peaceful and even friendly attitude towards Mohism. Well, Mohism is good, it is worth making friends, the kind who can block a knife.

But if the closest people around you learn ink...

Zhao Rong was the first one to disagree, thinking that he must, must pull it back.

Mohism advocates universal love, which means loving everyone equally and without discrimination.

Well, to put it simply, there is no difference between the Mohists’ love for the public and their love for their parents.

Therefore, Confucian scholars often criticized Mozi's doctrine of "universal love, which is fatherless".

In addition to "universal love", Mohism has some other ideas that made Zhao Rong even more shocked.

Although Zhao Rong had little contact with the disciples of the Mohist School, he had summarized something based on what he had seen and heard in some bookstores.

Most of the black-robed knights in white are also stubborn. For the sake of chivalry and so on, in Zhao Rong's words, they are old straight men.

Damn, doesn’t this fit Qingjun’s personality perfectly?

At this moment, looking at the lady who also liked to wear white clothes, Zhao Rong panicked.

When he thought about the possibility, his head was filled with black lines.

Who the hell taught my silly wife to learn Mo? Who was it?

Do you want her to have a love affair without a husband? That's very bad!

At this moment, Xiao Qian'er, who had been saying "Me too", frowned again after hearing what the young lady said, and nodded solemnly, "Yeah, me too..."

"You're a big-headed ghost too!"

Zhao Rong blocked Zhao Qian'er's mouth and glared at her fiercely.

Little Qian'er blinked her big eyes and looked at Brother Rong'er who had a bad face. Well, how did he know that Qian'er responded without understanding anything? So awesome.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but interrupt: "Qing Jun, you...how many suns do you have?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was just about to tell Rong'er about what she thought was reasonable, but when she saw this, she pointed her finger at the corner of his lips and blinked, "You are the only man."

Zhao Rong's brows relaxed slightly. "Really? Don't try to fool me. It's okay. Just tell me the truth."

Seeing her husband's persistent and concerned look, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly felt a little shy. She lowered her head and didn't look at him. She buried her head in her chest and uttered a serious nasal sound, "Hmm."

The husband was really too much. He insisted that she say some things, but this... how could she feel comfortable with this...

"Qingjun's heart... can only hold one person, my husband, one sun."

Her smile was faint and her voice was weak, but Concubine Zhao Lingfei tried her best to speak in an extremely gentle tone, saying words full of affection and love that had been hidden in the deepest part of her heart.

"Mmmmm."

From some gagged little chick.

Turning around, Zhao Qian'er pushed down Zhao Rong's hand that was blocking her mouth. She said crisply, "Me too. Well, it's a little different. There are two of them, a moon and a sun."

Humph, this time I’m not pretending to know. Brother Rong’er, don’t cover my mouth!

The little girl was so confident that she almost put her hands on her hips...

Zhao Rong's brows relaxed. Very good, indiscriminate love is absolutely impossible. If Qingjun and Xiaoqian dare to do so, they will be punished by the family rules, ahem.

Therefore, Qingjun must have heard what Mo Jia Su Si said occasionally.

But in an instant, Zhao Rong remembered something else. This afternoon, when he was accompanying Qingjun to work in Duyou City, he saw that when she was helping the teacher with something, she seemed to have gone to the Mohist Mansion in East City. All the people coming in and out of there were Mohists in white.

When Zhao Rong and Qian'er were waiting outside the door, he looked at them a few more times out of curiosity. At that time, Qian'er was chattering beside them, so he didn't think much about it.

Now it seems that in Xiaoyao Mansion, the teacher surnamed Bai who values ​​my wife very much...

At this moment, when Zhao Rong was frowning and thinking, he did not notice that the roof was a little quiet.

Especially after the lady lowered her head shyly and spoke her heartfelt words with loving eyes, the atmosphere began to become strange, and the three of them were silent, with different thoughts, so an ambiguous atmosphere gradually formed.

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head and remained silent.

Zhao Qian'er looked at Rong'er and Miss with her bright peach blossom eyes, then raised her head to look at the already deep night. She blinked.

Zhao Rong's thoughts were racing. At some point, he finally came to his senses and was ready to ask about something. "Qingjun, what did Su Si say just now..."

Zhao Qianer suddenly interrupted:

"Brother Rong'er, Miss, it seems to be getting late, almost three o'clock. Let's talk later. Brother Rong'er will take me down the mountain in two days. He has things to do tomorrow. Well, let him rest early."

Zhao Rong frowned, "Wait, that..."

"Uh-huh."

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stood up, lowered her eyelids, turned around and walked away, "Husband, Qian'er, you should go to bed early."

Zhao Rong raised his hand, "Hey, Qingjun, don't leave yet, I have one more thing..."

Hearing that there was "one more thing", under the moonlight, Zhao Lingfei's fair face was stained with a faint pink, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she continued her pace, even quickening it, like a bird out of a cage, trying to escape from here.

Zhao Rong didn't react for a moment and even forgot about the bad intention of staying overnight today. He was thinking about important matters.

Zhao Rong stood there, calling out in confusion, "No, Qingjun, why are you running? Wait..."

Zhao Qian'er glanced at the useless brother Rong'er, and her hair tied into a bun swayed slightly.

Oh, you are so stupid. What's the point of just talking? You keep sticking to me. The lady can't stand your trick. Every time, she is defeated... Well, stupid Rong'er brother, I think you gave me the flower... It's so annoying. The lady is in front of me, so can't I hurry up... hurry up...

The little girl's face turned slightly red, and she muttered a few words to herself. She adjusted the purple flower in her hair with her little hand. The next second, she jumped up, lifted her skirt, and quickly stepped forward to block Concubine Zhao Ling's way.

"Miss, please don't go alone. Where is Rong'er going to sleep tonight? You haven't told me yet."

"What should I do? Where will he sleep? There are so many rooms. Just prepare a comfortable room for him. Don't ask me."

"Oh, but there are no guest rooms in the backyard that can be checked in directly. We came back so late, and I was busy taking a shower and chatting just now. I forgot to tell the servants, and I didn't tidy up the guest room for him. Now it's the middle of the night, well, we can only squeeze in. So... let Brother Rong'er go to your ** and squeeze in?"

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head like a rattle and turned around to get around Xiao Qian'er. "My... my bed is small, how can this person fit in? He... he is restless when he sleeps, and he is so big."

Zhao Rong then remembered the reason why he came to see Qingjun today, and swallowed the words he was about to ask. At this moment, he opened his eyes and asked, "How did you know?"

Zhao Qian'er shook her head. "Hey, it's big, so what? Just try to squeeze in... What's the big thing to worry about... Hey, young lady, what are you afraid of? Is this your husband or my husband? Well, okay, if you don't let him get on the bed, then I will reluctantly accept Brother Rong'er and squeeze in with him..."

Concubine Zhao Ling stepped on the brakes, raised her head, and said in a quick and firm tone, "No!"

"Oh, then I'll squeeze in with you."

Zhao Lingfei's eyebrows fell, and her voice became weaker, "No... No."

Zhao Qian'er said in a condescending manner, "This won't work, and that won't work either. Where will Rong'er sleep? He can't squeeze in with Uncle Xiaobai and Grandpa Kun, right? He's still your son-in-law after all. Miss, don't worry about it. Even though he will sleep in the same bed with him at night, will Rong'er dare to disobey you? Besides..."

The little girl glanced at Brother Rong'er who was looking at her with gratitude, and said seriously:

"Besides, what bad intentions could Brother Rong have?"

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Zhao Rong's old face turned red.

But soon, he nodded seriously, "Madam, why don't you squeeze in? I don't mind..."

Concubine Zhao Ling blushed, turned away and said nothing more.

About one stick of incense later.

As Zhao Rong wished, he and Concubine Zhao Ling came to her boudoir...