On a moonlit night, Li Bai's feet felt a little numb as he stood on the tree. After all, even the most skilled master would find it awkward and strenuous to maintain the posture of looking up at the sky for a long time.

The key point is that no one looks at it after it has been displayed for a long time.

The man holding the sword standing on the treetop changed his hand to hold the sword, glanced at the two young lovers not far away who were hugging each other reluctantly halfway through their walk, and whispered to each other as if no one was around.

The man looked a little sad and depressed at the moment.

If you two keep being affectionate, it will be dawn soon... Instead of that, why don't you all go back to bed and sleep? Wouldn't it be better to leave tomorrow?

The speed at which he procrastinates is almost as fast as Xiao Qianer's when she goes shopping.

However, even though he complained in his heart, Li Bai didn't feel comfortable saying anything.

He had made a solemn promise to Zhao Rong not long ago, but he finally listened to the lady and brought Su Xiaoxiao back, so he was still a little short of breath when facing Zhao Rong at this time...

Zhao Rong chewed the sweet persimmon twice more, and his taste was unforgettable.

He looked at the little fox demon and said nothing.

"These persimmons were given to me by Sister Lingfei. She picked two for me... I'll give you one and I'll eat the other to taste the sweetness. They are all the sweetness given by Sister Lingfei..." She explained a few words softly, then tilted her head and asked, "Well, did you hear that, Zhao Lang?"

Zhao Rong nodded.

She asked if you understood.

After giving the instructions, Su Xiaoxiao nodded with satisfaction and waved her hand, "Okay, okay, just send me here. I'll go by myself. You don't have to send me off. Go back quickly. Sister Lingfei and Sister Qian'er are still waiting for you at home..."

Zhao Rong, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly smiled:

"Silly Xiaoxiao, you don't have to leave tonight just because of me. You don't have to give up your place. Ling Fei has already accepted you... although I don't know when she knew about you." He lowered his eyes and tasted the sweetness in his mouth. "I don't know when this persimmon became ripe, and how it turned from bitter to sweet. But if you really care about your sister Ling Fei, you shouldn't leave tonight. Stay and continue to accompany her. Just like before, it's better to stick to her more."

Zhao Rong gently hugged Su Xiaoxiao.

The latter was picked up, stood on tiptoe, rested her chin on her lover's shoulder, and smiled: "No, no, I have already talked a lot with Sister Lingfei tonight, but..."

Su Xiaoxiao paused, and put her lips close to Zhao Rong's ear, "There is still one person who should talk to her more, but she hasn't spoken. I'm going back first, leaving time for someone else."

As she spoke, she gently left Zhao Rong's arms, turned around and ran towards the big tree where the man with the sword was. The latter had already jumped down from the tree to greet her.

On the way, Su Xiaoxiao turned around again, not looking at the road, and walked backwards with the small bookcase on her back, looking at Zhao Lang who was slightly stunned:

"Hey, you have to coax Sister Lingfei for me. Don't let her feel even a little bit of grievance and loneliness in her heart. You have to coax her well!" She smiled brightly and touched the lip gloss with her right index finger. "Well, I will have to continue eating the sweet persimmons picked by Sister Lingfei in the future. Long live Sister Lingfei~"

The little fox demon said with a smile, and without waiting for Zhao Rong to respond, she turned and ran away.

Under a tree not far away, she met Li Bai and talked for a few words. Li Bai turned to Zhao Rong, who was in a trance, nodded, and left with the little fox demon.

Watching the two people turn into an arc of light as they left, Zhao Rong stopped where he was, raised his head and remained silent for a while.

After a while, when there was no figure in the sky, he silently withdrew his gaze and rubbed his face.

"Sweet persimmon..."

Zhao Rong muttered something to himself, tightened his clothes in the cold wind, and turned back.

"Again...she gave it to me."

…

When Zhao Rong returned to the yard, the door of the main house was slightly closed.

Leaving a gap for him.

Reach out.

Push the door open and enter.

Inside the house,

A solitary lamp.

At the table,

Two beauties.

One is tall and slender, the other is petite and petite.

He was busy with his work at the messy dining table.

They were wiping the table and were almost done cleaning up.

Zhao Rong's return did not seem to cause any commotion.

Inside the house, under the orange light, the shadows of two beauties were projected on the wall, swaying gently.

The sound of the rag rubbing against the old wooden table was rustling.

Xiao Qian'er looked up and smiled at her lover. She raised her little finger with the slender hand holding the rag and gently touched the hair behind her round earlobe.

Qingjun was still arranging the plates with his head down.

Zhao Rong entered the room and closed the door with his back turned.

He turned around and walked forward, rolling up his sleeves as he walked.

Her dazzlingly white wrists were revealed, and her five fingers were long, smooth, and looked thin and strong.

The man walked straight to the table, joined in, lowered his head, and looked serious.

Help the two childhood sweethearts to clean the table.

Then,

On the table, there was the sound of some porcelain bowls tapping against the table or against other porcelain bowls.

The three of them have a great understanding.

But it is also very quiet.

After the lively figure of a little fox demon in red clothes left, the house seemed to be filled with liveliness and vitality.

soon.

The table was cleared.

But when Xiao Qian'er picked up a wooden tray full of empty bowls and plates and was about to turn around and take it back to the kitchen, the girl with peach blossom eyes paused.

She took a step on the spot and still stopped in front of the table.

Xiao Qian'er glanced at the two people whose hands were empty at the moment.

Well, it wasn't completely "empty", Brother Rong'er and Miss Rong'er still had something in their hands - one of his hands grabbed her bare hand as she was about to carry the wooden tray and leave.

They stood at the table holding hands.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

"Qing Jun."

Zhao Rong called out.

The woman tilted her ear and said nothing, as if waiting for him to speak.

"Qing Jun."

Zhao Rong called again.

"Hmm?" This time, Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and responded slightly.

"It's okay." Zhao Rongcan said with a smile, "I just wanted to call your name."

Xiao Qian'er felt that his words were a bit insulting, but Concubine Zhao Ling was not angry. She just looked up at her husband, then lowered her head, facing him sideways, and stared at the table below.

Zhao Rong looked at his wife with a silly smile.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but, never mind, after going through so much tonight, or so much today, it wouldn't be surprising if there were some more incomprehensible and strange things.

Zhao Rong decided to completely follow his heart and do whatever he wanted boldly... He just wanted to hold her hand tightly, look at her, never get enough of her, and call her name softly, over and over again.

Then, the man staring at the girl's heartstrings moved again, and he suddenly reached out to adjust the slightly tilted white flower pinned on her ear.

After putting it on again, he smoothed the lady's black hair with his fingertips.

Before finally withdrawing his hand, his thumb stroked the fair and delicate skin of her cheek.

Everything is so natural.

The movements are smooth and flowing.

The skin on Concubine Zhao Ling's cheeks was slightly flushed with peach blossoms.

She raised her head and glanced at him quickly. It was clearly a beautiful woman's scolding, but in Zhao Rong's eyes it was surprisingly charming and seductive.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"Why are you looking at me all the time?"

Zhao Rong said seriously, "Is it not okay for me to like looking at my beloved wife? Qingjun, you have to control me too? She is my wife, not your wife, why are you so nosy..."

"You..." She choked a little.

"What do you mean by you?" He interrupted without blinking his eyes, "Idiot, go and see your favorite person. Well, don't worry about me, let's go see our own things."

Zhao Rong looked at her, blinked, and grabbed Qingjun's cool jade hand, which she wanted to retract shyly.

Concubine Zhao Ling was slightly stunned as she saw her husband talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Then she seemed to realize that staring at him was like falling into his trap, so she quickly looked away and stopped looking at him.

Well, this way it’s not just looking at the person you like the most… I’m not as shameless as him.

The woman was deceiving herself.

But then, seeing that there was still no response or movement in his direction, the woman couldn't help but look back quietly and quickly took another look at her "favorite person".

But in a moment, she met the man's gaze, which was fixed on her.

“…”

Caught in the act.

Concubine Zhao Ling's ears turned red.

Look away.

In the light of the candle on the other side, Zhao Rong could see the tiny blood vessels in her crystal clear little earlobe.

However, the woman with narrow autumn eyes seemed to realize that her reaction and appearance seemed a little cowardly, which did not match her calm and cool image after her husband came back.

So she turned back again and glared at him fiercely.

What are you looking at?

Look again!

Zhao Rong took a look at her cold and arrogant appearance, and suddenly reached out and accurately pinched her cute little red earlobe.

Then... I kept rubbing it, and it became even redder.

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Seeing his wife staring at him in shame, Zhao Rong smiled embarrassedly, and then... continued to bully the round little earlobe on her right ear.

He found that it not only tasted good, but also felt good.

Well, the most important thing is that it can break Qingjun's cold and plain appearance.

Being treated so frivolously by him... No, if they were husband and wife, it should be called bullying... Being bullied by him like this, Concubine Zhao Lingfei had no chance to save face.

Then, she "resisted" and tried to pull back her hand, lowering her head and shaking it left and right, trying to save her hot little earlobe that had been kneaded.

Zhao Rong was afraid of hurting her, so he had to withdraw his "poisonous hand" and hugged her with a naughty smile, no matter how she "struggled", he just kept her in his arms.

The woman was so angry that she couldn't break free from the arms of her enemy.

She frowned, raised her bare hands, and hit him twice in the chest.

Well, lift it heavy and put it down lightly.

Zhao Rong was even happier and just hugged his wife's slender waist tightly, not letting go at all.

He continued to look at her without blinking.

It seems like I can never get tired of watching it.

"Apron, dirty." The woman glared at him resentfully and couldn't help but say.

She pulled her slender waist back as far as she could, afraid of getting him dirty, and gently pushed his chest with her palm.

"oh."

Zhao Rong loosened his hold on her slightly, let her put her hands behind her back, took off her apron, removed its obstruction, and continued to hug him.

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, looked up at his face, then lowered her head, gently resting her smooth forehead against his warm chest.

Bury your face.

The two bare hands that had pushed him before, now raised up and hugged him...

She seemed to realize that she was always easily taken by her husband, always obeyed him, and could not resist her enemy's tender movements and sincere and longing eyes. In the end, her heart and body always softened in the embrace of his hot and powerful heartbeat... Not only was it like this now, but it had always been like this since she was a child, and it had been like this since they were childhood sweethearts.

After all... there is no escape.

In Zhao Rong's arms, the woman with autumn eyes sighed softly.

Some people feel sorry for themselves, complain about themselves, and feel sorry for themselves.

A girl's thoughts are like a winding mountain spring, with many twists and turns.

In an instant, countless incomprehensible thoughts and ideas took shape and passed by...unpredictable.

Zhao Lingfei, who was hugging her husband, suddenly raised her head and looked at him: "Do you have a lot of questions? About Xiao Xiao?"

"Um."

Zhao Rong actually nodded directly without any hesitation, his eyes were frank and without any concealment.

"Qingjun, from the moment you welcomed Xiaoxiao into the house until now, what I want to know most is... when did you know Xiaoxiao?" He lowered his head a little embarrassedly and gently bumped his forehead with hers, "I thought you didn't know. You kept it in your heart for a long time, and you felt uncomfortable for a long time..."

Zhao Lingfei pursed her red lips, suddenly raised her hand, and imitated what he had just done, gently rubbing his earlobe with two slender fingers.

She asked back, "When do you think...I knew it?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, still letting her rub his earlobe. He pondered for a while, and briefly stated the several possibilities he had guessed in the kitchen before.

However, Concubine Zhao Ling just shook her head slightly.

Zhao Rong's brows furrowed even more.

One of the woman's bare hands was gently kneading her husband's earlobe, and at this moment, the action stopped.

First, she stroked his handsome face and then his heroic features.

She rubbed gently with three fingers to smooth out the man's slightly furrowed brows.

Then,

She actually gave an answer that Zhao Rong never expected.

"I knew it from the first time you came to Duyou City and saw me."

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