Xiao Qian'er couldn't help but shrink her head at the look and tone of her young lady's voice.

But she thought for a moment and quickly nodded.

Expressed full recognition.

As the 'fake vixen' that Rong'er used to test the young lady's reaction to the small entry, she should be grateful to the young lady for just nodding slightly and agreeing to let her take half a step into the door.

To put it more cruelly, for someone like her who came from a mortal dynasty at the foot of the mountain, being able to step half a foot into this "house of only four people at present" and become the young lady's maid was already a leap forward in a sense.

What?

Ask why?

Because the lady's name is Zhao Lingfei.

Duyou City, Concubine Zhao Ling of the Four Prefectures of Taiqing.

Just then, Zhao Rong returned from the kitchen.

The two girls also stopped talking at the right time.

"Qingjun, Qian'er, what are you talking about?"

He wiped the water stains on his cheek with the back of his hand, then picked up the remaining plates of food on the table, turned back to the kitchen, turned around and asked with a smile.

Xiao Qian'er tapped her lips with her index finger and answered seriously, "I'm talking about Su Qingdai with the young lady."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Then,

The person left.

The speed is even faster than when I was rushing to serve the plates and wash the dishes just now.

If only I had been so agile when I was being chased by Qin Jianfu.

"How can I talk about this today?"

Zhao Rong obediently carried the wooden tray back to the kitchen, not daring to stay in the room and look at Qingjun's expression.

Inside the main house.

Xiao Qian'er stretched her neck, watched Brother Rong'er's figure disappear in a flash, and giggled while covering her mouth.

Turning around, she saw her young lady standing up, as if preparing to go back to the house. Xiao Qian'er reached out and grabbed her clothes, then blinked at Zhao Lingfei who turned around.

"Miss, Xiaoxiao didn't stay, so how are we going to sleep tonight?" Xiao Qian'er lowered her voice and asked tentatively: "Well... is it the same as last night? Will Brother Rong'er bully us tonight..."

Concubine Zhao Ling asked: "What's the same as last night?"

Zhao Qian'er whispered, "Get into...get into Brother Rong'er's bed... Well, Miss, if he wants to bully someone, you have to help me."

Her voice became quieter and quieter.

"I...I...we have to help each other. We can't let him defeat us one by one and bully us. He was so mean before. He even...he didn't let Qian'er go. He doesn't know how dirty it is..."

"I didn't know I could still do that..." The little girl blushed and spat, and in the end, there was no sound in her throat.

She looked at her young lady eagerly, wanting to collude and help her to slightly reduce the prestige of Mr. Zhao, who was very strict in class.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at her for a while and nodded.

Xiao Qian'er was slightly happy, and just when her rosy cheeks were about to show dimples, Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head and left.

"I won't sleep with him. He already despised me last night, why do you have the nerve to go there tonight? If you want to go, go by yourself. Well, take your maid Su with you and let her help you. Don't come to me."

Xiao Qian'er's smile froze and she turned around blankly, looking at the young lady who closed the door and left.

The latter seemed to be in a hurry...

"Uh... take... take your maid with you?"

After the little girl repeated it in a muttered voice, she felt embarrassed and chopped her feet.

"I'm not willing to be with her. I hate her so much... But, Miss, are you angry? Are you hurt by Rong'er's reaction last night... or..."

She stayed where she was, pinching her chin, chewing for a while, and pondered: "Or is it that the young lady really has a crush on the little sister? She is ready to dump Brother Rong'er and go with the little sister...then...then what should I do?"

Xiao Qian'er fell into complex ideological struggles and life confusions that she should not have to endure at her age.

But it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand.

The little girl has an ultimate trick.

"Wow, wow, wow, I'm so annoyed. What's going on? What does the young lady mean... And the same goes for Brother Rong'er... That's right, it's all your fault! Brother Rong'er!"

She hammered her palms, then nodded in understanding and affirmation:

"Why were you so hypocritical last night? You refused to let me and my mistress get into your bed and scare us with that expression... Although I know you were thinking in an unruly way, but... it's all your fault! Now, my mistress has changed her mind and won't sleep with you. What's the point of you washing dishes now... Well, Qian'er won't pay attention to you either. Whoever wants to sleep with you can sleep with you. I don't care about you anymore!"

After pushing all the responsibility onto that enemy, Zhao Qian'er swung her ponytails and ran away, not waiting for the attentive person to come back from washing the dishes...

So.

After Zhao Rong had worked hard to wash the dishes in the kitchen, he prepared some words to coax the ladies at the door, performed them himself, and then ran back happily.

He was stunned as he looked at the empty house.

He stuck his head out the door and took a look.

In the east wing, the doors of Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er's rooms were tightly closed and the lights were about to be turned off.

It seems that I am not ready to wait for someone to come in...

"this……"

Zhao Rong opened his mouth.

"…What's going on? You don't want to wait for me anymore? Let's take a walk and digest it, then… let's sleep together…"

…

It's late at night.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The lights in the elegant courtyard have been turned off one by one.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er slept in the second room in the east wing.

Zhao Rong slept in the west wing.

There is one main wing room that is vacant.

Originally, he was humming a little tune while washing the dishes, happily thinking that after washing the dishes, he would take Qingjun and Qian'er for a walk, discuss their ideals in life, and then go back to the main wing together to carefully and seriously complete the last step of getting together tonight.

Because the main wing has the largest 'home', it is very suitable for 'getting together'

But the two childhood sweethearts seemed to realize that the situation was not good and actually ran away... Even Xiao Qian'er, who was the most obedient and submissive to him, ran back to her room and hid... Zhao Rong was a little depressed when he stopped her.

In the yard.

Dark and silent.

It seems that everyone has fallen into the lullaby of the night.

Inside the west wing, there was also quiet darkness.

The bedding on the bed in the room was slightly bulging.

There is a figure.

It feels like I am taking a short nap under the quilt.

At this time, **the figure turned over slightly and adjusted his sleeping position.

He wanted to find a posture that was suitable for falling asleep during the long and lonely night.

then.

After three breaths.

Turned over.

After three more breaths.

Turn over again.

Three breaths.

Turn over...

None of them are satisfied.

Two feet emerged from under the quilt.

Shrinking back again...

**The figure tossed and turned for a long time, then suddenly stood up.

The quilt slid off the upper body.

The 'figure' remained silent in the darkness, motionless.

After a while.

He supported himself on the bed with his hands, looked up at the sky, and after a moment, looked down at the ground.

There is some melancholy in the crotch.

So.

The 'figure' suddenly fell down again, and this time he crumpled the soft quilt into a big ball and held it in his arms.

Hold tight.

Close your eyes and go to sleep.

His head nodded rhythmically, the amplitude was so subtle that it was hard to detect, as if he was counting sheep seriously...

The bed leg that was making a slight creaking sound stopped making any sound.

The house finally became quiet again.

One breath, a hundred breaths, a stick of incense, a moment... a pair of eyes suddenly opened, and the 'figure' threw off the quilt, stood up, and jumped off the bed.

He is very agile, how could he be sleepy at all?

This action can be described as waiting for the chicken to move, and moving like a rabbit...

Tuo Tu... No, it was Zhao Rong, who didn't even wear shoes. He quickly walked to the wooden door, opened his bright eyes, and squeezed hard into the crack of the door... and looked around the yard outside.

Well, there are two wing rooms on the east side.

There, it was dark and the door was closed.

No movement.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and remained quiet in the darkness for a while.

In front of the wooden door where the moonlight was falling, there was only the sound of someone's breathing, which was tried to be as gentle as possible, and a handsome profile with a slightly tangled look shrouded in the moonlight.

It seemed like a very long time had passed, yet it also seemed like only a moment had passed.

The figure in front of the door turned around, returned to the bed, put on his wooden clogs, went behind the screen in the southeast corner of the house, picked up a wooden bucket used for bathing water, and then went out to 'fetch water' without hesitation.

…