"Put me down or take me back to the house."

Zhao Lingfei buried her head on the man's back, shook his arm and said.

"OK."

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement without thinking, and continued to carry them towards the main wing.

Go back to the house,

It was back to his house.

Zhao Lingfei also noticed this, and she lay quietly on his back for a while, biting her lip and saying silently:

"Not back to the main room, but back to the west wing where I sleep. Go to sleep in your room. Or, Qian'er treats you like a treasure, so you can let her go with you. Let me go... Just now you said that I am the most important person in the family."

Someone pretended to be deaf and dumb, thinking about how to argue with two poor-at-school childhood friends about the difference between "housework" and "housework", but unfortunately they seemed not as easy to fool as they were when they were children.

"Did you hear that?"

The soft flesh somewhere on the man's waist was twisted and displaced 90 degrees.

"No." Zhao Rong shook his head, then gritted his teeth and inhaled.

Qingjun really attacked her own husband.

"You are a disciple of the saint, why are you being unreasonable?" she asked.

"I carry my wife to sleep, what's the logic? Well, isn't this the greatest logic and courtesy? This is called the courtesy of Zhou Gong. Even the most holy teacher can't say anything to me. He might even pat me on the shoulder and praise me for being great."

"You are such a smooth talker. If the Great Saint really comes, I will definitely give you a good beating first."

"Will Qingjun feel sad?" Zhao Rong asked curiously.

"I will be a vegetarian for the rest of my life."

Zhao Rong: “…”

My goodness, he was beaten to death by the Great Sage.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lips and said in a nonchalant tone:

"Didn't you just want to sleep alone last night? It didn't matter whether Qian'er and I were in your bed or not. You didn't even bother to look at us. It didn't matter where we slept, didn't you? What? Do you regret it tonight?"

Hiss, it turned out that he had acted like a gentleman last night and hurt Qingjun.

Zhao Rong, who was carrying his wife, opened his eyes.

That's right, the young lady's maids, one big and one small, both washed and smelled delicious, and came to the door on their own initiative, even bringing the precious white wedding handkerchief in their hands.

As a result, last night he came to "Zhao Ziyu, who remained calm in his arms" and didn't even touch her.

Even worse than animals.

Sure enough, Qingjun urged again in a cold tone:

"No one will play tricks like that. If that's the case, then go to sleep by yourself. I won't disturb you."

After saying that, the delicate body on the right shoulder struggled to get down again.

Zhao Rong was not willing to let the cooked duck fly away, so he quickly launched a "weak spot attack" on Qingjun, tickling the soles of her feet and the crook of her legs with his socks.

Concubine Zhao Ling was not to be outdone, and the soft flesh on someone's waist twisted and shifted 90 degrees again.

But soon, she fell into a disadvantage.

In the eyes of outsiders, Concubine Zhao Lingfei is a cold fairy with a strong and resolute personality, but few people know that this favored girl is actually very afraid of being tickled, and some parts of her body are very sensitive.

After the Lanxi elegant gathering ended, she was already itchy and blushing with shyness just by being admired and played with by Zhao Rong by the stream.

Not to mention that Zhao Rong's big hands were now roaming around her slender body and deliberately targeting the itchy spots.

Therefore, if one were to describe the battle situation of a certain autumn-eyed woman, it would simply be... a completely defeated army, retreating step by step, and almost begging for mercy:

"Itchy...itchy...Don't scratch it, Zhao Ziyu, let me go, don't scratch there...hahahaha..."

"Mmmmm...ah it's itchy hahahaha...don't touch me, don't touch me, how can you be such a scoundrel..."

The beautiful lady who was cold and dignified the previous second was successfully exposed by Zhao Rong in this second, and turned into a resentful young beauty with a blushing face, biting her lip and hitting him, seeming to be angry and resentful.

There was nothing that could be done about Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong unexpectedly discovered that tickling was more effective than the time-consuming coaxing words she had just used. She had no strength left in her bare hands when pinching her waist, so she secretly memorized this trick in her notebook.

Then he asked with a smile: "If you shout nicely, husband, I will let go."

But Concubine Zhao Ling was not willing to beg for mercy easily.

It seemed that pinching the tender flesh on his waist was not enough. She was tall on his back, and now she was carried by Zhao Rong, with her red face facing his waist, so she buried her head directly...

"hiss!"

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and couldn't help but stop, "Don't... don't bite."

It turned out that the lady behind him opened her mouth and started biting people when they disagreed with each other.

Concubine Zhao Ling was biting this eel-turned bastard with some pride using her white and sharp teeth.

However, he realized halfway through that she was now disgusted with him, so he quickly turned his head and said "Pooh, pooh, pooh..." to the side, and then started scolding him again.

"Put me down quickly! Otherwise I will really bite... I will really kick you!" Zhao Lingfei changed her words in shame and anger.

Then he started cursing out of shame.

Zhao Rong continued to pretend to be dumb, and took the opportunity to carry Zhao Lingfei and ran to the door of the main wing, ready to break it down.

Concubine Zhao Ling struggled on her husband's shoulders for a while, but he didn't say a word, let alone let her go.

So I got really anxious.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling had an idea.

"Qingjing, Zhuma, come out quickly."

She summoned the Pure Purple Qi and the Bamboo Horse Flying Sword, and said angrily: "Pure, entangle him! Bamboo Horse, poke his butt..."

Concubine Zhao Ling had only given half of her order when the quick-eyed and quick-handed Zhao Rong tickled her with three fingers, causing her to laugh uncontrollably and interrupt her words.

Qing Jing appeared from Zhao Lingfei's room in a flash, but just as she appeared, she found that something was wrong with the "enemy" who was bullying her master...

Well, he was too powerful, she couldn't defeat him, so she quietly retreated into her room...

After all, he is the old father from the past, and the psychological trauma is still there. He is as pure as a young girl and has become timid.

However, Zhuma Feijian is more reckless than Qingjing and doesn't care about all these twists and turns.

It appeared directly beside Zhao Rong, spun around him twice at a rapid speed, stopped Zhao Rong, then stopped suddenly, aimed at his butt, ready to poke it at any time... However, after three breaths, Zhuma still did not move, and was hesitating.

This extremely precious first-class flying sword in the mountain was confused.

From its perspective, the familiar hostess seemed to be kidnapped by the bad guy. Together with another girl, she was carried on the bad guy's shoulders in a strange and indecent posture, with her butt facing the sky... It didn't know what was going on, but the usually indifferent and peaceful hostess was laughing non-stop, with her shoulders shaking... It was still a child and couldn't understand it.

And apart from the initial call, the hostess did not give any more instructions.

The most important thing is that after she gave the order to "poke his butt", she also had her thoughts in mind and seriously reminded him "don't hurt him".

The childhood sweetheart was confused.

How do you poke a person in the butt without hurting him...

Poked, but not completely poked?

Zhao Rong glanced at the flying sword that was spinning impatiently in front of him and found that it seemed to have a bug. It was spinning on the spot, aiming at his butt but was slow to strike.

"It turns out to be a silly sword. What a good opportunity!"

He seized the opportunity, fixed the thighs of the two girls with both hands, twisted his waist to cross the bamboo sword in front of him, and continued to tickle, breaking down Qingjun's weak resistance that was "not worth mentioning".

Zhao Rong came to the door of the main wing, kicked it, went into the room, and then kicked the door shut with his heel.

The whole process of carrying the two ladies into the house and closing the door went smoothly.

The childhood sweetheart who was thinking about the best way to poke his butt behind him originally wanted to chase in, but was assisted by Xiao Qian'er. She waved her little hand and pushed him out, locked him outside the door, and made him guard the door obediently.

Inside the house.

It was pitch black.

There was the sound of a door bolt being locked.

A man breathed a sigh of relief.

He carried the two ladies to the large and wide bed.

Throw two "butts", one big and one small, onto the bedding.

Clapped his hands.

Mission accomplished.

"Hiss, Qingjun, you really bit your husband." Zhao Rong rubbed his waist belatedly.

He bared his teeth and blinked his eyes.

I'm a little worried that Qingjun will bite me again later. Well, Xiaoqian'er might bite me too.

Because Zhao Rong heard that at that time, women liked to bite men's shoulders and scratch their backs with their nails.

Just as Zhao Rong was thinking about something far-reaching, a pillow hit him in the face.

"Well……"

What followed was another slender right foot.

Hit him in the face.

"What are you doing!"

Zhao Rong quickly leaned back to avoid it.

Almost got scratched.

He could feel the strong wind at the tip of his nose.

Then, another small foot appeared and stepped on Zhao Rong's chest.

On the bed, Concubine Zhao Ling was leaning back with her hands to support the bed, with her long legs stretched out, blocking Zhao Rong and her. She frowned and said mercilessly: "Get out of the way, if you do this again, I will be really angry."

Zhao Rong put away his smile when he heard this.

He sighed inwardly, feeling as if all his work tonight had been in vain.

But jokes aside, Zhao Rong respects Qingjun and Qian'er and would not force them.

His face turned serious and he said, "Then...then let's just sleep. Go to sleep, okay? I'll get you a blanket."

"It's time to sleep. What were you thinking about before..." Zhao Lingfei looked away, as if talking to herself, then turned back and shook her head, "No, sleep. Then I'll go back to sleep. You and Xiao Qian'er can sleep. I'll leave first."

"Qing Jun..."

"No, I don't want to sleep with you right now." She bit her lip and looked away, not at him. "Also, don't bully me and tickle me anymore."

Zhao Rong: “…”

"Miss."

At this time, Xiao Qian'er, who had already crawled into the quilt, poked out her little head and a hand.

She pulled the hem of Zhao Lingfei's skirt and said, "Why don't you stay here and sleep with us? It's okay. Look at Brother Rong'er now. He must have behaved well..."

"You still say it's all your fault!" Concubine Zhao Ling glared at her.

The little girl shrank her head and stuck out her tongue quietly.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Okay, Qian'er, no need to say more. Tonight is not appropriate. Staying overnight at the foot of the mountain... Qingjun is right. Let's all go back. Wait a minute, I'll go get your shoes."

He had just carried the two girls back from their beds, and their shoes were still in their respective rooms.

After saying this, Zhao Rong turned around and went out to get his shoes.

As soon as the man left, the dark main room fell silent.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip, lowered her head and said nothing.

Xiao Qian'er suddenly lifted the quilt, released the swing, jumped off the bed, stepped on the flying sword to the threshold, and peeked outside.

"Miss, Miss."

She said in a low voice, and withdrew her head from the door. She turned back and said slyly, "Let's really go back. Are you really angry? Don't you want to sleep with Brother Rong'er?"

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded without saying anything.

In the darkness, no one knew what she was thinking.

Xiao Qian'er pouted and said, "Well, I brought the white wedding scarf and the Nine Heavens Cold Palace flower. I thought you brought it too..."

"I didn't bring it." Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head away and snorted, "You think I'm the same as you, shameless and taking the initiative to open the door."

"You obviously opened it too!" Xiao Qian'er defended.

"Who opened it first?"

"I don't care, you've already opened it..." Xiao Qian'er's voice gradually became weaker, and finally she shook her head and changed the subject, "So what do we say later, are we really leaving?"

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded and suggested, "If you are so reluctant, then you should stay and sleep with him."

"Hmm..." Xiao Qian'er lowered her head and tapped her chin with her index finger. "If you don't want to come... forget it. He's very 'movable' when he sleeps. I'd better go back to the room with you, young lady..."

Upon hearing this, Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head for the first time since entering the room and looked at Xiao Qian'er who was hesitating in front of the door.

She snorted lightly and said nothing.

At this moment, she seemed to hear the footsteps of the man returning outside the door. Xiao Qian'er looked outside the door and then quickly ran to the bed.

The door was open, and moonlight happened to shine into the room, outlining the lines and shapes of some of the furniture inside.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Xiao Qian'er was stunned when she reached halfway: "What?"

Concubine Zhao Lingfei's voice was filled with some uncontrollable waves: "You...you light the lamp."

In the darkness, I couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Huh? Oh oh oh."

It turned out to be such a simple matter. In fact, they all had night vision, but it was just a little dim and without color. After turning on the lights, the vision was clearer and more comfortable.

Xiao Qian'er nodded, stopped beside a small round table, and snapped her fingers at the candlestick without thinking much.

A spark flashed, a candle lit up,

The orange candlelight filled the dark room, lighting it up instantly.

Only then did the two girls really see the scenery inside the house:

The small round table was covered with a fiery red tablecloth, the red tassels of which hung low to the ground;

A carpet as red as the sunset;

Big red paper-cuts of the word "囍" are on the walls, wooden windows, and furniture;

Finally, beneath them was a crimson...wedding bed.

Looking around,

All the furniture and decorations in the house are flooded with festive red.

All I see is scarlet.

“Miss, this… this… is this Brother Rong’er!?” The girl with peach blossom eyes covered her mouth and looked around, asking in shock.

The woman with autumn eyes fell silent.

It was completely quiet.

She looked down.

It turned out that she was sitting on a wedding bed again.

It's like yesterday happened again.

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