What is in Concubine Zhao Lingfei’s boudoir?

Zhao Rong followed her obediently all the way to a spacious boudoir. On the way, both of them walked forward with their heads covered. Qingjun walked in front with her head lowered, quietly and without saying a word.

So he didn't look at it carefully, and looked like a gentleman, not looking around, cough cough.

However, from the corner of his eye, Zhao Rong could roughly see that Qingjun's boudoir in Qinglianju, the decorations and furniture were all relatively simple and plain.

And she also seemed to lack the accessories that most young women of her age like to play with and dress up, such as flower arrangements, embroidered cushions, and porcelain.

Keep everything simple and make way for spiritual practice.

Therefore, the largest space in the boudoir is used for spiritual practice.

The ground was filled with cattails, three-foot-long swords, and large volumes of classics...

Apart from this, as for things with a sense of life, Zhao Rong only saw the plain rouge box on the low-key dressing table, the complicated tea set on the tea table, the embroidered needlework items on the suitcase, and... a simple and narrow chaise longue.

Zhao Rong shook his head slightly and glanced at the straight back of the lady in red makeup and a white waist in front of him.

How come she lives so casually? When he was not around, she was busy with cultivation.

No, he had to save his wife's life at home.

It's so monotonous and boring, don't live like Yu Huaijin. Something is wrong, why are you mentioning her again?

So, let's do it, starting tonight...

Concubine Zhao Lingfei had no idea that her husband had so much going on in his heart, and he even wanted to take her to experience the fun of the boudoir life after marriage, which was different from that of childhood sweethearts.

Although she was skeptical of Qian'er's words, "How could Brother Rong'er have any bad intentions?", she did not shy away from it anymore.

She couldn't really chase him away. When she saw Rong'er's embarrassed look, he had the intention but not the courage to do something evil, she felt soft-hearted.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling bent down and lit a candle, illuminating half of the boudoir.

In the dim orange light, she brought Zhao Rong to the chaise longue in the room.

He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Just... just sleep here."

Zhao Rong took a look at the narrow and low chaise longue and nodded secretly. It was indeed very crowded, which was exactly what he wanted.

And it was clear at a glance that Qingjun probably didn't sleep much on weekdays, and his bed was just a simple couch. She had previously told him to go to bed and rest more often at Dongli Cottage, but she herself...

"Um."

Zhao Rong gently sniffed the faint fragrance floating in the room, mixed with the cool fragrance of Qingjun's body.

He raised his hands and began to undress.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned around and walked to the side, seeming to glance at Zhao Rong on the way.

Zhao Rong took off his coat and hung it on the hanger beside him, looking as if nothing had happened. However, as he moved, his eyes were secretly fixed on his wife.

Seeing her passing by and out of his peripheral vision, Zhao Rong turned his head back and followed her with his eyes, paying attention to his wife's every move.

Qingjun had a sullen face and walked to the screen in a dignified and elegant manner. There was a pair of wooden clogs tied with colorful ribbons on the ground.

She raised one of her slender legs, bent her knees, stretched her right foot straight, grasped the edge of the screen with one hand, and lowered the other hand with a hooked finger to take off her embroidered shoes.

Suddenly, her delicate and exquisite feet were exposed. Although she was wearing silk stockings, when Shang Qingjun lifted her legs, a small part of her calf skin was exposed under the hem of her skirt. It was as white as frost and slightly dazzling.

The dim room seemed to become brighter.

Zhao Rong's eyes were a little straight, but the next second, his expression changed, he turned his head back, and continued to do his own thing with a normal expression.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Rong. Seeing that he looked calm, she glanced at him for a while with her autumn eyes.

After a while, she straightened her head again and put her jade feet into the colorful wooden clogs. Then she took off the other embroidered shoe and put on the clogs as well.

Concubine Zhao Ling twisted her two jade feet left and right a few times and stomped lightly.

While moving, she turned her back to Zhao Rong, and her originally cold face suddenly couldn't hold back. Her dark eyebrows frowned, her autumn eyes moved left and right, her eyes flashed, and she quietly exhaled a fragrant breeze.

In less than three breaths, Zhao Lingfei's rich expression instantly disappeared, and her pretty face returned to its slightly cold look.

She turned around gracefully and naturally, and walked back to the bed in her frosty white jade feet wearing colorful wooden clogs. She passed by Zhao Rong who was moving slowly, sat on the edge of the chaise longue, and climbed onto the bed.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his wife finally coming back. Now that she had already gone to bed, he quickly packed his clothes in less than a breath and walked to the chaise longue.

But he felt a little regretful that Qingjun did not take off any clothes and was still wearing the white skirt.

Moreover, there is no such melodramatic scene as "the wife spreads the bedding, kneels on the bed with her back to the bed and raises her buttocks to test her husband's willpower".

Zhao Rong shook his head to dispel the harmful images in his mind, threw back the quilt, and prepared to go to bed and squeeze with Qingjun.

Concubine Zhao Ling hugged her knees and lowered her eyes, as if she was studying the embroidery on the quilt. She whispered, "Husband, how about we sleep at the head of the bed and the foot of the bed?"

Zhao Rong looked down and shook his head, "I'm afraid there's a smell..."

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes lit up slightly, and she smiled, "It's okay, it's okay. I don't dislike my husband at all."

"But I dislike your feet." Zhao Rong interrupted with a stern face.

"You... go to hell!" Concubine Zhao Ling bit her teeth and threw the jade pillow over.

Zhao Rong took it swiftly, and glanced down at Qingjun's slender legs and the delicate feet hidden in the pure white stockings.

Although the lady is a swordsman in the Haoran realm, with a body as pure as ice and jade, naturally cool and sweat-free, there should be some smell, um, fragrance.

However, he refused the position that his wife proposed. It was not a special fetish.

And if you want to unlock such an advanced sexual position all of a sudden, it probably won't work tonight, so you should just start with normal and simple positions.

Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and glanced at his wife who had raised her eyebrows and clenched her teeth.

No matter how I look at it, I feel that she is just forcing herself to hold on, pretending to be powerful to scare him. In fact, she is just a white and tender lamb to be slaughtered. Why is she pretending to be a tigress...

Zhao Rong took a big step, blew out the only lamp in the room, quickly stepped back to the bed, and got into the warm and fragrant bedding that was covered by someone.

The action was done in one go, leaving the lady no chance to escape.

There was a big bad wolf in the quilt. Zhao Lingfei curled up and shrank inside.

Zhao Rong was lying on his back, taking up a large space on the bed, but he was still not satisfied and twisted his body to squeeze towards his wife.

In the darkness, Concubine Zhao Ling shrank back again, but this time, she was just "circling in place" because there was no place for her to hide on the other side.

Zhao Rong smiled secretly, stretched out a "claw" and quietly moved forward to occupy the **'s territory; at the same time, he looked at Qingjun, whose expression could not be seen, and said tentatively: "My lady, this night is long... um!"

Just when Zhao Rong wanted to talk about life, ideals, children and the cafeteria, his breath was choked because... his mouth was blocked.

Zhao Rong wanted to do whatever he wanted in the quilt tonight, but Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly turned to the right. In an instant, she changed from a delicate little lamb waiting to be skinned to a white tiger, pouncing on her food with her delicate body flexibly straddling Zhao Rong's body.

She held up Zhao Rong's thick chest with one of her bare hands, and straightened Zhao Rong's face with the other hand in a 'domineering yet gentle' way. Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head, her three thousand strands of black hair falling like a waterfall.

In the darkness, the black hair fell on Zhao Rong's face like shiny black ribbons. He was only halfway through his words, and he only had time to look at her narrow and clear autumn eyes before she leaned over...

The bright autumn eyes are within reach.

Also coming towards me was her warm breath.

The red, tender and moist lips are like water, sometimes fierce and active waves, sometimes gentle and calm autumn water.

“Mmmmm…”

At this moment, Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide, hesitating, and his subconscious struggle was suppressed in vain. He had no choice but to reach out and hug the slender waist of the beauty on him, helplessly turning 'being forced' into 'enjoyment', tasting the soft and fragrant lips and sugar she offered him.

“Hoohoo~”

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head, her delicate nose pressed against his nose, her forehead against his, and she bit her husband viciously for a while, wanting to bully him.

I don't know how long it took, but this intense and lingering "revenge" finally ended.

Concubine Zhao Ling's chest heaved violently and she straightened her upper body.

Zhao Rong brushed away the black hair that fell from his wife's face, scratched it with his fingers, and then touched the corner of her mouth which seemed to be beginning to smell of rust.

What kind of messed up plot is this...

He had a helpless expression, and spoke in the tone of a young wife who had been raped.

"You...why are you using so much force?"

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her bare hand, wiped her slightly pouting red lips with the back of her hand, and ate it all up.

She rode on the only husband of her life, pressing his chest, her voice cold but confident.

"I'm so annoyed. I want to kiss you."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Zhao Lingfei raised her head like a female knight, her long and smooth neck like a proud white swan, "Brother Rong'er, don't think of bullying me all the time."

Looking up at the arrogant Qingjun who was looking down on him like a goddess, Zhao Rong was speechless.

Is this still the reserved and dignified virtuous lady during the day? She will be shy and annoyed if you tease her... As expected, everyone will reveal another unknown side late at night.

The lady actually has the attribute of 'attacking'.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly leaned over again, held Zhao Rong's face with both hands, and put her red lips close to his forehead, brows, nose bridge, nose tip... and pecked him lightly all the way down.

Lightly and gently.

Finally it reached Zhao Rong's lips, leaving a faint tooth mark on them.

"Okay." Concubine Zhao Ling's voice softened, and she changed from a proud fairy to a young wife in her lover's arms. She touched her husband's hair and forehead, and whispered in his ears:

"Brother Rong'er wants to sleep with me. I've already given in to you and now we've kissed. Go to bed early and stop thinking about weird things."

Zhao Rong hesitated, "How about we chat again?"

"Chat?" Zhao Lingfei smiled and gently scolded: "Chat, you big head ghost."

The two of them embraced each other's necks. She rubbed his temples with her sideburns, her voice soft and sticky, "Brother Rong'er, have you forgotten your current state of cultivation? You can't have Yin and Yang in harmony... I don't want to give it to you, I don't want to, but I can't mess around with you."

Listening to his wife's gentle and virtuous advice, Zhao Rong hesitated to speak. In fact, there are many other ways to entertain himself, ahem.

But in the next second, Concubine Zhao Ling moved her head away from his ear and moved down to... Zhao Rong's chest.

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her pretty face in his thick chest, nuzzling him like a little deer, and spoke in a rare coquettish and foolish tone, "Husband, hurry up and go to sleep."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.

"Good night."

Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly, "Well, good night."

After a rustling sound, the two lay side by side again, and the darkness fell into silence again.

About an incense stick later, Zhao Rong turned over, as if to feel more comfortable, and he put his arms around Zhao Lingfei's waist from behind.

The latter looked down at her husband's obedient big hands, covered them with her bare hands, gently stroked the back of his hands, and acquiesced.

Time continued to pass quietly, and the night gradually became darker and deeper.

However, Zhao Lingfei's skin gradually became faintly pink.

I don't know how long it took, but her closed autumn eyes slightly opened. Is... is it going to end? He is still so energetic!

Concubine Zhao Ling puffed her cheeks and twisted her body in Zhao Rong's arms, "Husband?"

"..." The darkness was quiet for a while, and Zhao Rong finally spoke in a daze, "...Ah, what happened?"

Concubine Zhao Ling did not remain silent.

"My lady, I admit my mistake." Zhao Rong suddenly woke up, admitted his mistake immediately, and had a strong desire to survive.

However, she gritted her teeth, calmed down, and resisted the evil deeds of her "little husband" in her mind, closed her eyes, and said, "Sleep."

Zhao Rong nodded like pounding garlic, "Good night, my lady."

The room became quiet again, and time passed like running water, ticking.

But at a certain moment... In the darkness, Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes suddenly opened wide, but she really couldn't bear it anymore. How could she sleep when her husband was so energetic?

In the darkness, on the bed, Concubine Zhao Ling slowly propped up her delicate body with one hand.

Her face was as red as a peach, she narrowed her eyes slightly, bit her lip, and slowly turned around.

"..."Zhao Rong.

…

The night became restless and noisy, a layer of dark clouds covered the shy bright moon. The night became even darker, covering up some strange things.

I don’t know how much time had passed.

The hard black clouds were finally melted by the white moonlight, turning into soft floating clouds, and a shower of rain gushed down, descending upon the world...

This night passed in a strange way.