Ziyu played with the white tiger at will, and Qingjun slew the blue dragon with his sword.

The eyebrows are often gathered to hide shyness, and the lips are as warm and soft as butter.

During the day, there is a small building in Dongli.

The white curtain hanging over the bed in the north room seemed to be embroidered with a picture of a phoenix in love at first glance, but a closer look revealed that the curtain was made of thin gauze and the scene behind it was reflected. This picture of a phoenix in love was actually a true love story, and the ancients were not deceiving.

Then, hundreds of birds came to pay homage, phoenixes and peacocks sang together, and flew high with their heads held high. For a moment, feathers fell in a riot of colors.

Inside the third dining hall of Lao Zhao’s house.

When it came to teaching his wife the sword techniques, Zhao Rong taught her everything he knew without holding back a single word.

Even a drop of water will be rewarded with a spring.

Today, the three canteens finally closed.

Zhao Rong took the lead in promoting the Zhao family's tradition of diligence and thrift. They did not waste any food and ate it all up, practicing the "Clean Plate" campaign, which made Concubine Zhao Ling open her beautiful eyes wide, as if she was in a daze.

Afterwards, in another large cafeteria, Zhao Lingfei, who had finally recovered from her shock, was helpless. At the request of her childhood sweetheart's eyes, she was stunned for a moment, then glanced at her childhood sweetheart who had taught her everything. Her beautiful long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head again, slightly opened her red lips, and swallowed in small mouthfuls, finishing all the food on the plate.

When Qingmei was eating, she looked awkward and clumsy but tried hard to be well-behaved, which was very lovable. Zhao Rong let out a long sigh, nodded gently, touched the pretty head of the lady with happiness and satisfaction, tidied up her messy and drooping black hair with his fingers, tied up her three thousand strands of black hair into a simple high ponytail, and placed it behind the lady's shoulders to make it convenient for her.

Qingjun's autumn eyes also slightly turned up, her eyes were cool and charming, as if she gave her husband a grateful look. Zhao Rong smiled, and without disturbing her, he gently stroked Qingjun's well-behaved face with his palm, loving and cherishing her.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

After Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei had a satisfying meal, they returned home.

There was no word along the way, as if he was quietly savoring the food in the third canteen.

"My wife."

"Hmm..." Concubine Zhao Ling looked lazy and her autumn eyes were slightly squinting, as if she was full.

"You just attacked by surprise." Zhao Rong frowned. It was so sudden. Fortunately, he was prepared and used the force of sweeping the holes and plowing the yard to suppress the endless stream of uninvited guests who were rushing in like a river.

"Who, who told you to do bad things first? And... do you dislike me?" The current position between the two of them made her want to raise her legs to kick Zhao Rong, but she was so lazy that she didn't even want to lift a finger to use force, so she temporarily spared this bad guy.

As we all know, it is not advisable to do strenuous exercise after a meal.

However, that person was still full of energy. If it weren't for the fact that his wife seemed to be full and had turned into a lazy cat and lay on the dining table and refused to move, he would probably have dragged her to another canteen.

At this time, Zhao Rong said seriously: "I don't mind, I don't mind. As long as it's your dish, even if it's white steamed buns and clear soup and water, I like it. How can I mind it? But... there is indeed a little more clear soup mixed with the white steamed buns today." He let out a light breath and raised his hand to wipe it.

"You, don't mention it again."

The fairy lady seemed to be made of water, with delicate and infinite eyebrows. At this moment, she looked lazy and shy, barely able to move, and pinched the fairy lover with her slender jade fingers, telling him not to act cute.

Zhao Rong grabbed her brave little hand.

"You're so fat. You're pressing on me." He said suddenly with a wink. Neither of them could see each other's expressions.

"I'll crush you to death." The voice of Zhao Lingfei coming from the other end was soft and sticky, like a white feather tickling people's hearts, very seductive.

She tilted her head slightly and bit her slightly dry red lips. "If she gets fat, she gets fat. Anyway, it's someone's wife who's getting fat, and it's someone who's suffering. I don't care."

"Ahem." Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head. Seeing that his wife was becoming more and more clever, it was difficult to tease her anymore.

After a moment of silence, he suggested, "Madam, why don't you move and stop pressing on me."

After dinner, Concubine Zhao Ling felt lazy and sleepy, like a lazy little pig. With her lover by her side, she felt extremely at ease. This was a rare moment of peace.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling was sleepy and hummed softly without answering. She pressed down her bad husband who had just bullied others, making sure he could not go anywhere. She used him as a pillow and fell asleep soundly.

Zhao Rong waited for a while and called again, "Madam?"

After a moment's silence, seeing that Qingjun did not respond, Zhao Rong muttered a few words, shook his head, and had nothing to do.

However, he soon noticed the pair of slender, white and long legs pressing on him. In fact, he had been thinking about them when he just woke up from his dream and "first met his wife" at the beginning of the year. These were really the straightest, roundest and most perfect long legs Zhao Rong had ever seen, especially with a pair of frosty and delicate golden lotus hidden underneath.

How can the lady be fat? She is just the right size, and the thin parts are really skinny... Zhao Rong nodded happily, stretched out his big hand, grabbed one of the ankles that was within reach and played with it, feeling it was very delicate and round.

Afterwards, not far from the third canteen, Zhao Rong could not help but order a plate of braised pork trotters and nibbled on them. The braised pork trotters were cooked very red, tender and crispy, and melted in the mouth.

Noticing that her husband had ordered this dish again and was becoming more and more familiar with it, Concubine Zhao Lingfei immediately lost her sleepiness and became more alert.

She opened her eyes and raised her head, and said anxiously, "You... why do you like this taste? It's always like this, isn't it... isn't it smelly? Rong'er, don't eat it, I want to sleep for a while."

Zhao Rong was reluctant to put down the plate, and said incoherently: "How could it be, it smells good, how about... how about... you try it too."

He wanted to share, to eat together.

Zhao Lingfei: “…” Taste your big-headed ghost.

After a while of silence at the head and foot of the bed.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked lazy, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she suddenly whispered, "I...I want to sleep, you are not allowed to leave."

Zhao Rong understood immediately. He put down the two braised pig's trotters and coughed lightly, "I have some things to do later. I have to go out for a while. It is also an important matter for this meeting at the academy, but..."

Zhao Rong suddenly turned over, forcing the lazy pig to turn over as well.

He stood up, changed back to his normal position, and hugged his wife, locking arms with her.

Zhao Rong looked at his lady, whose pretty face was full of laziness and satisfaction as she rested her head on his shoulder, and felt infinite tenderness in his heart. He held her slender waist with both hands and rested his chin on her little head, tapping it gently.

Smiling, he lowered his voice and said, "Take a nap. I'll coax the lazy pig to sleep before I leave."

In fact, after eating and drinking, when she doesn’t want to move, a woman just wants her lover to hug her quietly and accompany her. Silent embrace and companionship are better than the sweetest honey words.

The same was true for Concubine Zhao Lingfei. She lacked a sense of security, even more so. Zhao Rong was most of her world. He was everything that came within her sight. She was willing to accompany him in his troubles, even if she said no. But the timid look in her eyes when she stole a glance at Zhao Rong's expression still betrayed her.

Seeing that her husband suddenly became obedient and loved her, Concubine Zhao Ling felt numb at heart.

"Um!"

She said sweetly in a crisp voice, raised her head and pecked his lips lightly, then leaned against Zhao Rong's chest, feeling the constant warmth and the steady heartbeat, and slowly closed her autumn eyes.

Deep down, Zhao Lingfei felt as sweet as honey, and she hugged him tightly and fell asleep peacefully.

Today, my body and soul are filled with him.

The couple slept together.

One is beautiful as a dream, the other is in a trance.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and rested his chin lightly on his wife's ponytailed head, hugging her and occasionally nodding her head like a pig.

I don’t know if my lady is dreaming.

In fact, if he reached out and secretly took the jade from his son's cafeteria at this time, he would most likely be able to get it.

Qingjun entrusted her heart and soul to him, so she had no guard at all and trusted his words firmly.

But it was precisely because of this that Zhao Rong was afraid that if she discovered Xiao Xiao's mistake, Qing Jun would be deeply hurt by him, and even suffer irreversible damage to Jian Xin again.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was holding his defenseless wife, sleeping soundly beside the bed, and quietly looking at the bookshelf on the other side of the room, where he had just coaxed a silly and infatuated little fox demon not long ago...

In fact, sometimes Zhao Rong suspected that Qingjun might have already known about the small matter, but she had never mentioned it, probably because she was waiting for him to confess voluntarily and give her a convincing explanation.

Zhao Rong wasn't sure, but he didn't dare to gamble.

As for Qingjun, his plan at the moment was to first obtain the black jade in an upright manner, and completely complete the ritual of exchanging the jade for life, and then pick the "bright moon" for Qingjun. By then, he would seize the best opportunity and confess the little thing directly.

This is also the safest method Zhao Rong can think of at the moment. As for whether there will be any accidents along the way, or whether Qingjun is waiting quietly, he can only face these unknown risks head on.

In fact, he accepted Su Qingdai in Dali not long ago on purpose, in order to test Qingjun's reaction and tolerance...

Although Zhao Rong advised Su Qingdai to give up and repeatedly gave her the opportunity to choose, it was actually only half true and half false.

Xiao Qian'er insisted on taking Su Qingdai as a maid. In fact, she saw through Zhao Rong's thoughts and spoke on his behalf.

Because if Zhao Rong refused, he would not persuade Su Qingdai at all, but would just turn around and leave without wasting time talking to her.

Xiao Qian'er knows him very well.

However, this little girl may have misunderstood Zhao Rong. She thought that her brother Rong had the same problem as all men, that he was envious of the beauty of fairies like these, had a desire to conquer them, and wanted to take them into his room to play with them.

Xiao Qian'er was indeed very sensible and considerate of Zhao Rong. Of course, she did not indulge him endlessly. Instead, she spoke up without thinking and chose to play the bad guy to help him after she was sure that Zhao Rong was not pouring out his emotions.

Therefore, regarding Zhao Rong's action - taking a woman without emotions into the Zhao family, Xiao Qian'er could only think that the man was fickle and lustful.

How could she know that Zhao Rong was testing her and the young lady's attitudes and making long-term plans for the entry of a little fox demon.

Helping his lover to take a woman into his room, even in this world of three wives and four concubines, but human selfishness exists in all ages. Zhao Rong was not quite sure what Xiao Qian'er was thinking and feeling after doing this, but he felt guilty.

This little girl really likes her brother Rong'er very much, and her whole heart is devoted to him.

So when Xiao Qianer said she wanted to set up many restrictions for Su Qingdai and let her be her maid, Zhao Rong agreed without hesitation. She was also very willful, so of course he spoiled her.

Later, every time after counting during the day, when Xiao Qian'er bullied the brave Fairy Su in front of him at night, Zhao Rong stood by without intervening and did not help Fairy Su, who seemed to have deep feelings for him and gave him everything.

Because the harder the little girl yelled, it was likely that she had more grievances hidden in her heart, and she was doing it on purpose to show him, so Zhao Rong was very cautious and would never dare to disobey the little girl in this regard and bully her when she was aggrieved.

Zhao Rong knew very well that the woman who was unconditionally good to him was the one who would accompany him for the rest of his life.

As for Su Qingdai... he felt that something was increasingly wrong with her.

At this time, on the bed in the north room, Zhao Rong looked at his wife's quiet and beautiful sleeping face and sighed softly.

It was already so difficult for Su Qingdai, who obviously posed no threat, to enter the room. If the little fox demon who was quietly waiting somewhere in the academy was brought into the room by him, how could Zhao Rong hide his feelings for Xiao Xiao? By then, Qingjun Qian'er would probably be furious and feel as if she was facing a great enemy.

Xiaoxiao is so weak and stupid, she is just a bullied and confused person, how can she fight against the proud daughter of heaven and the smart and scheming Qian'er... Take it slow, there is always a way. At present, it seems that waiting for the completion of the jade exchange ceremony and fishing out the bright moon is the right plan, which is the most important part of melting Qingjun's solid fortress...

At this time, Zhao Rong stood up lightly, carefully placed Qingjun's head back on the jade pillow, and quietly covered her with the quilt.

Zhao Rong sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and touched his wife's smooth forehead, and couldn't help but gently pinched her cute pink cheeks. Zhao Rong quietly watched his wife's steady and regular breathing, and accompanied her for about a quarter of an hour.

Zhao Rong got up and tidied up quietly, then came to the desk, ground ink and spread out paper, then wrote a note on the desk. His wife should be able to see it when she wakes up.

The main thing was to tell his wife to go back to Taiqing Mansion first and not wait for him, as he had something to do at noon and would not be back. Besides, Xiao Qian'er should go back to find her.

Zhao Rong asked them to wait in Taiqing Mansion. He would meet them in the afternoon after finishing his work. The three of them would have dinner in Duyou City in the evening. He and Xiao Qian'er would rush back to Dali overnight...

Zhao Rong closed the door gently and left Dongli Cottage with steady steps.

However, when passing by the luxurious courtyard next door, Zhao Rong turned and went in.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying were both there. When they saw Zhao Rong come in, they started asking him questions. Zhao Rong was curious, so he asked and found out that they had been planning to move back to Dongli Cottage to study, but when they went out, they saw Fairy Zhao who had returned. They thought Zhao Rong was gone, so they quietly went back.

They are indeed brothers, classmates, and close friends... Zhao Rong couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

But luckily they didn't go back, otherwise it would have ruined his plans. And if there were people in the yard, Qingjun would probably not be able to let go because he was shy. How could he accompany him to play around like that...

Zhao Rong sighed, and patted his two good friends who had always regarded collecting his body as their top priority.

At this moment, even though Zhao Rong was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but blush slightly when he thought about the time when he and his wife took a closed-door bath in broad daylight not long ago.

Why did he feel something was increasingly wrong? When he came back and saw the charming Xiaoxiao and the fairy-like and cold-tempered lady, he couldn't help himself, especially just now.

Then, Zhao Rong suddenly became quiet.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying were arguing and didn't notice anything unusual.

At this moment.

"Shut up, it's all your fault for that weird martial arts." Zhao Rong suddenly sneered and said something without any context.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, who were chatting nearby, paused and fell silent.

They all turned their heads and asked in confusion, "Tzuyu, you...what did you just say?"

"Cough, it's okay." Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed, then smiled apologetically, "I was just talking to myself. I've been thinking too much lately. I'm not going to say any more. I still have things to do. I'll leave first. By the way, Yushu, can I borrow your room for a while? I'll change my clothes."

Zhao Rong ignored the poisonous-tongued sword spirit in his heart lake that had been sleeping for a long time and had just woken up a few days ago. He turned around and walked forward.

On the way, he frowned slightly when he thought of the strange Fuyao Realm technique he decided to practice after breaking the mirror a few days ago. A lot of things happened in those few days...

Zhao Rong entered Fan Yushu's room, changed into a set of clean and odorless clothes again, washed his face, and dispelled the fragrance left by Qingjun on his body.

After thinking about it, Zhao Rong borrowed spices and other things from Fan Yushu and applied some on his body. Then he clapped his hands in satisfaction. Before leaving, he said hello to his two friends and told them not to go back and disturb Qingjun's sleep.

Zhao Rong left the school with peace of mind and headed towards somewhere in the academy.

As for Qingjun, this is the only way to deal with it for now, but what about Xiaoxiao... Zhao Rong looked slightly hesitant, wondering what he was thinking of.

By the way...what is this stupid girl doing now?

He quickened his pace...