Zhao Rong felt that he had a very good temper sometimes.

And sometimes, it can be very bad.

When being hunted by Qin Jianfu, he once fled with the determination to die.

He was worried that Qin Jianfu would give up and not chase him, but turn around to chase Xiao Qian'er who was thousands of miles away.

I once thought that I would never be able to leave that deep, dark and seemingly endless tomb passage, and that I would be buried in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

I once thought how nice it would be if I could see Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er again before I died.

I once thought about my wife who might be worried and anxious outside, and I no longer lingered in the mythical dream woven with that transparent woman...

And what is the result?

After he came back, he suddenly discovered that Qingjun Qian'er didn't seem to care about what he had been through and only cared about jealousy.

This is like a soldier going out to fight, with the belief of returning home to eat a hot meal from his wife, he crawled out of the pile of dead bodies with great difficulty and returned home, only to find that his wife only cared about the little military pay he brought back and whether he had hooked up with other women, and ignored his tired face and his battle robe that was as tattered as his heart.

now.

Concubine Zhao Ling said in a trembling voice: "My husband, why do you say that about me and Qian'er? We dare not."

Zhao Rong shook his head and said calmly, "Is there anything else you dare not do?"

He is a little tired.

"Qingjun, there are some things Qian'er didn't say, so I will just assume that she really doesn't understand. But you can't not understand, and you also said that it was you who ordered it, so you can say it."

Zhao Lingfei stared at him, "What...what did you say?"

Zhao Rong pointed at Zhu Yourong, then at himself, and asked directly, "Do you think that there is something unethical between Mr. Zhu and me?"

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at Rong Erge, who was frighteningly calm, and shook her head: "I dare not."

"I dare not." Zhao Rong said softly, then nodded, "But I have thought about it, right? That's enough."

Concubine Zhao Ling reached out to hold Zhao Rong's hand, "No, my husband, please listen to my explanation."

However, Zhao Rong shook his sleeves and put his hands behind his back, leaving her with nothing to grab.

He turned sideways and looked at the door with his hands behind his back.

His handsome profile under the light was facing the three women.

The man narrowed his eyes.

"I am the husband of two fairies, but I have caused them to doubt me. I must have done something wrong... I am dishonest."

"Mr. Zhu is the teacher of my academy. Although we call each other fellow Taoists in private, he is still my teacher after all. If the two fairies think that I have evil thoughts about my teacher and disregard the moral principles... then I am shameless and immoral."

"Mr. Zhu cared for me and visited my humble home, but because of me he was wronged and misunderstood... That was my rudeness..."

With every word Zhao Rong spoke, Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er would slightly stop breathing and their breathing would become rapid, as if they were unable to catch their breath.

Zhu Yourong, who had been silent nearby, clenched his hands under his sleeves after hearing some of the sentences.

The three women in the hall all felt uncomfortable.

Zhao Rong paused for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "It turns out that I, Zhao Ziyu, am a dishonest, shameless, immoral, and rude person in the eyes of the two ladies who should have been the closest to me and trusted me the most."

He nodded, his expression suddenly clear, "I see."

"Brother Rong'er!" Qian'er staggered forward, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, and cried, "Brother Rong'er, it's all Qian'er's fault. Qian'er is ignorant. You are not rude, shameless, or immoral... You are definitely not! It is Qian'er who is rude, shameless, and immoral. It's all Qian'er's fault. You can hit Qian'er. It must be Qian'er's fault. Qian'er is the most useless. She just makes you and the young lady angry."

The crying girl tried to put on a bright smile and begged him with a smile: "It's all Qian'er's fault that things have turned out like this. Please don't be angry anymore. Don't... don't quarrel with the young lady. Brother Rong'er, if you are unhappy, just hit Qian'er. Qian'er is a thick-skinned and stupid maid, and she can tolerate beatings the most. You can also hit Qian'er directly if you are unhappy in the future. Qian'er promises that she won't cry and let you hit her to your heart's content..."

Zhao Rong lowered his head and did not move.

The crying girl pulled his right hand and wanted to slap her pretty face, which was wet with rain, and asked him to hit her.

But he didn't move.

After hearing this, Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes wide and looked at Zhao Rong and the sighing Zhu Yourong in blank stare.

At this moment, hearing Zhao Rong's words, even though she had been suspicious and jealous before, she now understood her husband's intention and his position on the relationship with Zhu Yourong.

"Brother Rong'er..."

She called out stupidly.

My heart was swept and beaten by waves of regret.

It was she who... misunderstood Brother Rong'er.

It turned out that there was no need to be so wary of Mr. Zhu, because in her husband's heart, she was just a close friend, and he had no intention of going beyond the relationship between teacher and student...

"Brother Rong'er..." the woman with autumn eyes called out in a trembling voice.

At this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head and nodded to them seriously:

"You are right. I am indeed a dishonest, shameless, immoral and rude person. Really, you are right. You really don't need to apologize to me."

He smiled.

Concubine Zhao Ling silently walked to Zhao Rong's front. Her two pale and bloodless hands, which had been clenched under her sleeves, now loosened their fists with trembling fingers.

She grabbed his left hand with both hands, her eyes red, and called out blankly:

"Brother Rong'er, Brother Rong'er, Ling Fei was wrong, it was Ling Fei who misunderstood you... Ling Fei... Ling Fei will give you the black jade. Ling Fei will give you everything, okay? Husband, Ling Fei was wrong, don't be angry... or."

As she spoke, she paused, then raised Zhao Rong's hand a little higher, holding up his left hand with her two bare hands.

The woman lowered her head and let him poke her forehead with his slightly bent five fingers.

She smiled sincerely:

"Brother Rong'er, come and see my heart lake. I will give you my heart lake and my soul. They are all yours and have been yours for a long time. Come in and take a look, or... let Mr. Zhu help you. Let her help refine my soul and see what you are like in Lingfei's heart..."

The woman's heart was filled with boundless regret, and she was a little foolish: "Or I could cut open the heart of Ling Fei and see if this heart, which has beat for you countless times, is red or hot. If the love I gave you has even a trace of impurities or coldness, I would cut it into pieces, crush it, and throw it hard on the ground."

The woman held the man's hand, stood on tiptoe, raised her head, and looked at his face so close to her with a bright smile.

It's like narrating a trivial matter.

"The same goes for the Heart Lake and the Soul. If you in the Heart Lake and the Soul of the Concubine have even a trace of dishonesty, shamelessness, immorality, or rudeness, then I will crush the Heart Lake and kill the Soul, so that it will never be able to turn over."

At this moment, in the hall, two women each took one hand and pulled Zhao Rong.

Just like when they were children in the Duke's Mansion, the two young childhood sweethearts pulled their angry childhood friend and acted coquettishly to make him happy.

Only this time, the childhood sweetheart is no longer the smiling boy.

He pulled out his hands one by one.

Zhao Lingfei froze in place, stretched out her hand in vain, but only grabbed a ball of air.

Without his hand, Xiao Qian'er fell to the ground and hugged his legs.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and looked at the two girls who had different reactions. His body seemed to be trembling and a little unstable. He stretched out his hand to support himself on the table next to him and squeezed out a few words:

"I am not qualified to hit you, nor am I qualified to look into your heart or train your spirit... I am not worthy, so please do not despise yourself like this! Today, the only person you need to apologize to is not me, but Mr. Zhu. The person you need to apologize to is her."

He pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, looking extremely serious.

"You said Mr. Zhu is a guest. Okay, this guest came all the way to Dali today to save me. Although she said that she was arranged by the academy, but...

"I think the academy would not go to a leisurely Mr. Orchid for such official business, so she came here on her own initiative, earlier than anyone else, running around to accompany you in searching and waiting. But how did you two fairies treat her?"

Concubine Zhao Ling's body was shaking and about to fall.

Xiao Qian'er was stunned.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes.

This is the truth he wants to talk about today.

Jealousy, envy, suspicion...it's all fine.

However, the distinction between private and public must be made clearly.

This is Zhao Ziyu's wife! Not the kind of unreasonable jealous woman.

Before being betrayed by Zhang Huizhi, the two of them had been drinking and chatting in a small courtyard in the bamboo forest.

Zhang Huizhi asked him openly and secretly whether he had the ideal of governing the country and bringing peace to the world.

He just smiled and said, I have promised you, not the country.

This means that I just want to focus on my family.

However, if Zhang Huizhi, who had gone astray, knew that he couldn't even have a family, he would definitely laugh his head off, thinking that he was no better than a Confucian scholar who had given up his personal morality.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

“Tzuyu.”

Zhu Yourong suddenly said.

At this time, she was waving at Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er.

Just when Zhao Rong closed her eyes, the two girls wanted to turn around and apologize to her sincerely, but she stopped them.

Because Zhu Yourong felt that... she was not as innocent as Ziyu said... Ziyu thought she was too innocent and was too strict with the two ladies at home...

But perhaps this is the huge difference between outsiders and insiders. I don’t know whether she should be glad.

The woman in Confucian robes sighed.

"Mr. Zhu, please tell me what you want to say."

Zhao Rong opened his eyes.

Zhu Yourong looked at him, turned around, walked to his side and squatted down.

Below, Xiao Qian'er was hugging his legs and crying her heart out, as if she was afraid that he would abandon her and the young lady in the next second and leave alone, not wanting this family anymore.

Zhu Yourong squatted behind Xiao Qian'er who was kneeling on the ground, raised her hand and carefully combed her wet and messy hair.

Xiao Qian'er's little face was pressed against Brother Rong'er's legs, and she looked dazed at the moment.

"Why did Tzuyu and the two sisters come to this? I am just an outsider, it is not worth quarreling over this, and besides..."

Zhu Yourong lowered her head, a pleasant breeze blowing through her hands. As she dried and combed Xiao Qian'er's hair, she said softly:

"Besides, I didn't feel excluded or neglected. On the contrary, I felt that Sister Lingfei and Sister Qian'er were quite... cute. They were sword-cultivating fairies with true natures. Unlike us Confucian girls, who are old-fashioned and polite, restrain our emotions, and cannot go beyond the moral code, we are really quite boring..."

The orchid lady from the academy smiled slightly.

Zhao Rong was silent.

The sad and depressed Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help shaking her head when she heard this, "That's not the case, Mr. Zhu, my husband is right, we were rude..."

Qian'er responded weakly.

Zhu Yourong smiled and shook her head, "It's okay, I'm telling the truth... You three... stop arguing, we finally get to reunite today."

As she spoke, the quick wind had already dried the beautiful hair between the woman's fingers. At the same time, she had also deftly helped Xiao Qian'er comb her hair into the dignified style of a scholar's wife.

"Okay, this looks much better. Ziyu, don't be so stern. Look at yourself. Miss Qian'er looks much better now, and she is not being disrespectful."

Zhu Yourong stood up with a smile, clapped his hands, and gave someone a way out.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips. Although he was still standing in the same place, facing the three women sideways without turning to look at them, his expression was no longer as calm and angry as before.

At some point, the man nodded slightly.

Suddenly, Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong and Xiao Qian'er all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.