In the early morning, there was a sparse drizzle.

In the back house of Qinglianju on Wutong Street, there is a quiet courtyard.

Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping mixed with the sound of rain could be heard into the inner room.

Zhao Rong was awakened from his deep sleep by the sound of the autumn rain hitting the window.

Sharing a bed with Qingjun, he completely relaxed.

This sleep was exceptionally comfortable and restful.

At this moment, Zhao Rong continued to close his eyes as usual, his thoughts wandering aimlessly, going over in his mind what he was going to do today.

Enjoy the quietness of the house in the early morning.

A certain naughty girl liked to rush into the house and shout at her young master and young lady to get up early, but today she was very considerate and did not come to disturb him and Qingjun.

Zhao Rong secretly gave a thumbs up.

After a moment, not knowing what he was thinking about, he lay on the pillow, with a slight smile on his lips, and stretched lazily.

The movement of his waist was so large that he immediately occupied most of the space on the chaise longue, and also squeezed the other small space for a woman who was hiding in the embroidered quilt pretending to be asleep and who would never come out even if Zhao Rong was beaten to death.

Zhao Rong had already opened his eyes and was lying on the pillow, with his head slightly tilted, his eyes full of smiles as he looked at his wife who was like a white rabbit that would not come out of the hole.

He is not the Big Bad Wolf.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing. He turned sideways, supported his head with one hand, and looked at the bulging embroidered quilt.

He reached out his hand and pressed a certain spot on the top of the quilt, stroking it gently. Through the quilt, he touched Qingjun's petite head and heard the rustling sound of her thick black hair.

It was undoubtedly the silly girl's hidden little head.

But Zhao Rong did not try to lift her quilt because he had tried it before and it was useless.

He chuckled and shook his head.

It’s my first time paying my dues, and I feel great. Although I had to rely on external forces, Qingjun was also proactive and cooperative, wasn’t he?

Well, Zhao Rong admitted that this was the first half at the beginning. She was diligent and studious, and she "listened carefully in class."

At that time, Qingjun seemed to be annoyed by the harassment of her spirited young husband, so she suddenly turned around and angrily stretched out her white and tender hands to confiscate his crime tools...

But later, Zhao Rong was completely sure that his wife didn't know anything. She just knew that there was such a little husband, and that it was a buy one get one free deal with her childhood sweetheart.

Well, strictly speaking, she should have seen it a long time ago.

Xiao Qian'er has also seen it.

The three of them were childhood sweethearts and had played together since they were little.

Of course, the two little girls were very curious about this strange thing that you have but I don’t, so they asked Brother Rong’er to hand it over to them…

However, although the lady met her husband early.

But she was so naive that she didn't even understand her husband's habits, and she still wanted to subdue him and stop him from snooping around?

Moreover, Qingjun's level of knowledge about such interesting things in the boudoir is obviously still at a simple level, which can be described as "innocent and naive".

At first glance, it was the crash course that the bride took at the Duke of Chu's Mansion at the beginning of the year before her wedding, where the aunts, old maids and other experienced people in the family passed on their experience to the new bride.

Moreover, it was obvious that the lady was half-knowledgeable and pretended to know everything, just to get by without any effort, and graduated by cheating.

But it is also true that as the future mistress of the Duke of Jingnan’s Mansion in Great Chu, the female elders in the clan, who follow the hierarchy, would dare not make a comment when they see that she keeps silent.

Maybe at that time, the lady was thinking of turning back to ask Brother Rong'er if she didn't understand and listen to him.

Oh, you are so stupid, Qingjun.

At this moment, Zhao Rong could even imagine that when he was secretly taking the crash course in the Duke's Mansion, Qingjun was sitting in front of the dressing table, looking like a bride with red makeup and a white waist, and Qing'e was wearing rosy makeup.

Facing the elder women in the clan who were talking about their experiences, she frowned, but her pretty face was very serious and focused. However, she could not understand everything. Like a silly little wife, her mind was filled with three questions about her husband's life:

What is he going to do? Can he really stretch his size? How dare he hurt me and make me bleed? I am a swordsman in the Haoran realm. Brother Rong'er is so powerful...

Oh, you poor student, you know nothing about power!

Well, maybe this silly girl didn't understand as much as Xiao Qian'er, who was eavesdropping and blushing while attending the "class" next to her.

But it's okay.

Pure white jade without any natural flaws is even better. Let him teach you slowly.

Madam, please give me more advice.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Therefore, in the first half of last night, the ignorant and naive "bad student" lady was quite cooperative under his harmless and persuasive guidance.

And Qingjun is worthy of being the sword fairy lady, she is extremely good at using any sword.

She had a pair of slender, white hands, but she was very adept at wielding the sword.

When Zhao Rong saw this, he couldn't help but gasp for air from time to time. In the end, he just regretted that there was not enough cool air in the room for him to breathe.

When the coolness in the air disappeared, it felt extremely hot and stuffy. Qingjun also felt it, her pretty face was like a blooming peach blossom.

Therefore, in order to save energy and reduce emissions in the Xuanhuang Realm, we had to change to a method that did not consume cooling air.

Moreover, in the darkness, Zhao Rong lowered his head every time.

Seeing Qingjun concentrating on drawing the sword, her autumn eyes slightly opened with curiosity, she bit her pink lips innocently, with a romantic and pure expression on her pretty face, but her bare hands were gently doing something dirty that was wrong.

His breath suddenly choked and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Therefore, in the second half of last night, Zhao Rong stared at his wife's slightly pouting red lips and taught her some more advanced knowledge with a serious face.

Well, I’m not satisfied with just giving…instructions.

Qingjun was stunned when he heard this.

Then she seemed to calm down and realized something was wrong.

Zhao Rong was not easy to fool, and his wife was confused and resisted.

However, all these twists and turns were suppressed by Zhao Rong. Afterwards, ahem, they were all on the pirate ship, and it was not so easy to get away.

So halfway through the second half, it became a story of a domineering husband 'bullying' the ignorant and innocent young wife...

At this moment, it was drizzling outside in the early morning.

Lying on the bed, Zhao Rong thought of something, the smile on his face faded slightly, and he coughed lightly.

I also feel a little embarrassed.

It seems like he was having some obsession with that, and he went too far. He didn't consider his wife's feelings at all.

Zhao Rong felt a little guilty.

It seems that I have to listen to Qingjun and be a good husband recently.

Besides, I'm going down the mountain soon, so I can avoid the limelight and avoid getting a few cold stares from my wife.

He thought to himself.

If I had known that I would have stopped when she was mumbling "no" and "no more beauty treatments", Qingjun seemed to be choking on tears.

But can we really believe what the woman says: "No"?

How come it feels more exciting...