Qingjun is a fairy beauty, with a graceful demeanor, gentle and genuine, delicate skin and well-proportioned body. At this moment, she is only wearing a pink apron, which is slim and narrow, but it brings out her slender figure.

The beauty is so beautiful while bathing in mandarin ducks, the hot spring water washes her fat skin smoothly, she is shy of rain and clouds, her love is so deep, every frown and smile is so charming.

Her thin, wet crimson gauze reveals her crystal-clear, icy skin, her snowy, tender and fragrant skin. She looks at her lover shyly:

"Don't look, don't look..."

Zhao Rong nodded, and the next second he stopped looking, and leaned forward.

I embrace you like a pipa, letting you play the notes with your fingers.

Gently pluck, twist, wipe and pick, first for Nichang and then for Liuyao...

Mandarin ducks playing while bathing.

The spring water is warm early, but it will eventually cool down.

However, the clouds are thick and the rain is sticky, who feels the water is cold?

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei also tacitly followed the original agreement.

He did not take the jade, so Qingjun's jade body still had Su Xiaoxiao's pink bellyband on it as the last line of defense.

However, the spring scenery in the garden cannot be contained. For a certain young Confucian scholar, there are still many things he can do, especially coaxing his wife into the water, well, in every sense of the word.

Although the door was tightly closed at this time, if someone peeked in quietly, they would be able to see the stunning scenery:

Her graceful and elegant figure is like a lotus floating on the waves, shining with dew and beauty.

The slender arms and wrists dissipate the fragrance, and the graceful waist ripples with green.

Bright bones, skin as white as snow.

A trace of tenderness penetrates the double buds, a little spring hides the little musk navel. Love kills the crack of the red scarf, the white tiger reveals a little...

At this time, behind the screen in the house.

After someone saw the lady's true face, he was suddenly stunned and stopped what he was doing.

"Qingjun, you... this..."

"Don't say any more, don't say any more!" A certain autumn-eyed woman, whose truth was known to the world, said in embarrassment.

She pushed him gently, but gradually she could hear a trembling sound, and her face flushed with a slight surprise.

It turned out that someone was so overjoyed that he forgot about it and suddenly buried his head in the water, rushing forward, causing the water to surge... Well, Qingjun was the same.

The autumn-eyed girl cried out softly, and water in the bucket splashed everywhere.

Then one of them stood up, with half of his body above the water and the other half underwater, while another person was lifted up by him and was forced to be carried 'on shore'.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, his eyes fixed on the bright, clean and white beautiful scenery, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"..." The woman with autumn eyes was speechless. She stretched out her bare hands and tried to push him away in panic, but her movements were powerless. She was thin-skinned and could not endure the pitiful posture she was forced into by his domineering behavior.

When Zhao Rong stood up, it was as if he had opened the door to a new world. The more he appreciated it, the more he opened his eyes.

At this moment, because the two of them suddenly stood up, they saw the sword fairy lady in front of them, and the water droplets slid down along her beautiful arcs that even the Creator would be amazed. He suddenly remembered an elegant sentence he had seen in a famous article in his previous life:

After walking for six or seven miles, you can gradually hear the sound of water flowing out from between two peaks. This is the Brewing Spring. After turning around the peak, you can see a pavilion overlooking the spring. This is the Drunken Old Man Pavilion...

"Brother Rong'er, put me down, put me down quickly." Qingjun said anxiously and shyly.

Zhao Rong seemed to be immersed in the beautiful scenery. He didn't hear anything. He stared at it intently and murmured softly: "The drunkard's interest is not in the wine, but in the mountains and rivers..."

So that’s how it is… Zhao Rong understood.

Playing the zither with his hands was boring, so he wanted to recite poems while wandering among the mountains and rivers. Especially now that the mountains and rivers in his hometown were a little different, he had to enjoy them.

Zhao Rong had never imagined that there would be such a wonderful thing before. He always thought that the things mentioned in the rumors were the delicious dishes of other people's homes, so he just listened or envied them. However, he suddenly realized that the third canteen in his home seemed to have the most delicious dishes.

It is so far away and yet so close at hand.

Three canteens don’t poke needles.

Well, Zhao Rong has been busy with work these days, so... he is very hungry. Although he cannot enter the first two canteens of his sons, and cannot break into the third canteen that belongs to him, there is still a long way to go. He can try the food at the small window outside the third canteen first, and try the appetizers first, for example, um, first try this white steamed bun, which is a new dish Zhao Rong discovered when he first came to the third canteen - white steamed bun, hot and appetizing, and steamed buns are good for hunger and long-lasting. No more talking, let's eat.

In an instant, Zhao Rong lowered his head to explore the mountains and rivers, ignoring the autumn-eyed woman's wide-eyed and grumbling reaction as if he hadn't seen it.

Then, there was another round of trouble.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was sitting at the small window outside the third cafeteria, eating heartily while stammering and praising:

"Mmmm, okay, no more talking, no more talking, but don't move. Husband, husband, I'm very happy, ahem, I didn't expect Qingjun to hide it so deeply, and there are such delicacies, umm Qingjun, these three dining halls in our house, can't they also be the Pure White Cold Palace?"

He was busy trying the new food, pausing and hesitating from time to time, as if he was satisfied, and his tone was very happy. The pure white Han Palace was white, but it was not as white as the Third Canteen...

"Don't say anything more..." Facing Zhao Rong who was eating alone in surprise, Zhao Lingfei wanted to hit him, but the current posture was inconvenient and she couldn't hit his chest. She couldn't bear to hit Zhao Rong's head that was lowered to eat steamed buns. Although she didn't understand what the pure white cold palace was in her husband's mouth, she also vaguely realized that he must be laughing at her.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei's makeup fell off, her hair was disheveled and she was exhausted, her moans gradually weakened, but she could not resist him. The pain in her heart came from the hammering of his fists. In the end, she could only let out a red groan, and threw her folded upper body forward, hugging his head, inserting ten slender fingers into his thick black hair, hugging him tightly.

As if she was chilled by the cold autumn wind, the woman with autumn eyes shivered at a certain frequency.

Every moment of time is precious, and time flies like an arrow. He speaks eloquently, just like a white horse passing by in the blink of an eye. Well, it means that time passes extremely quickly.

Not long after, Zhao Rong finally put down the bowl of rice from the third canteen with satisfaction. He seemed to be afraid that his wife, who was shivering, would catch a cold. After cleaning up and drying her, he carried her in his arms like a princess and went to the bed to rest.

He had already taken back the bedding and made the bed early.

The two of them performed a duo rendition of the old relationship.

This time something is different.

Zhao Rong felt that he could no longer be lazy and sit back and wait for the pearl to be vomited, so while admiring the beautiful scenery, he once again carefully taught Qingjun the sword-fighting formulas and finger gestures, and carefully explained to her the essence of it.

Zhao Lingfei, who had an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, was already tired and exhausted after traveling around the mountains and rivers. Her husband also kept working non-stop, which added to her already exhausted feelings. However, under Zhao Rong's in-depth and easy-to-understand teaching, she still fulfilled her duties as a good wife and insisted on learning the secrets of swordsmanship. She vowed to repay her husband with gratitude, which made someone very happy.

…

Beside the bed in the eastern house, I snuggle with my lover and tremble.

It is difficult for me to be a white tiger, so I ask you to pity me as you please.