"What about me?"

Xiao Qian'er listened for a long time, but he only talked about "Miss", so she couldn't help shaking his arm.

She pouted as usual, a little jealous: "The lady and I are wearing the same clothes, just different colors, and I let you touch me secretly a few times just now...what about me?"

"Ahem." Zhao Rong touched the second lady in his arms who had abnormal brain circuits, organized his words, nodded and said:

"Of course it is also very good. My little Qian'er's development has always made me, her husband, feel relieved. She is as beautiful as Qingjun in her youth and fruitful in her autumn. Of course, if we really compare her carefully, she is only slightly inferior to Qingjun. But just like the pure white lotus embroidered on your bellyband, she is in bud and about to bloom. There is a lot of room for her development in the future!"

Xiao Qianer hugged his waist, bumped her head against his, and said angrily: "You're annoying. You only know how to coax me... Hehe..."

Judging from the tone, it seems that he enjoys it very much.

Her small body also rubbed against him happily.

The three of them were close to each other, and the positive feedback they received from the two ladies' bodies made Zhao Rong nod secretly.

"No matter how old a woman is, she really needs to be coaxed. The saints and sages never lie to me."

In order to be able to better measure the figures of the two ladies at close range later, he decided to press on.

Zhao Rong changed his tone and said, "blaming":

"Qingjun, Qian'er, you too, I must criticize you a little bit now. Why have you been so secretive before, even on guard against your husband? If you had worn this... this outfit for me earlier, I wouldn't have worried for so long."

Xiao Qian'er couldn't help but interrupt, "What are you worried about?"

"I was worried before whether our sons would have enough food. Now, give birth to them quickly, give birth to them, damn it!"

Zhao Rong raised his hand and said proudly: "Let's give birth to eight or ten big fat boys, and we will have enough food in our cafeteria!"

The second girl: "..."

They looked at each other, and couldn't help but blush and lower their heads.

Reactions varied.

Xiao Qian'er touched her belly and said with a happy look on her face:

"Give birth to a child for Brother Rong'er... No, Qian'er has to work hard on her cultivation and improve her cultivation to the Golden Core Realm! Give birth to another son... I heard that a life conceived by a female cultivator in the Golden Core Realm has a higher chance of being born with spiritual roots. If the mother is also a sword cultivator, the chance of manifesting a flying sword in the Fuyao Realm is also high... To be born with spirituality, in Brother Rong'er's words, is to win at the starting line..."

Concubine Zhao Ling held his face in her hands, but looked away and whispered to herself:

"Hmph, who would be willing to give birth to a son for you? You are a big enemy and I am already annoyed enough. What if a few more annoying little ones come along...it's better to have a daughter. A daughter is well-behaved and lovely, but a son will definitely be a little annoying to you. You can let Qian'er or Xiaoxiao give birth to a son for you. We can be a pair of mother and daughter, whether you like it or not."

That's what she said.

Zhao Rong heard it, of course it was the automatic translation.

He immediately stated: "I like both sons and daughters, as long as they are your children. Well, the same goes for Qian'er."

Zhao Rong blinked and said in a serious tone as if he had entrusted someone with an important task: "But Qingjun, the birth of our first son must be entrusted to you. You are undoubtedly the eldest lady and must take the lead... Well, I, your husband, must also work hard."

Xiao Qian'er nodded and said softly: "Yes, Miss, Brother Rong'er is right."

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and said, "But I...what if my belly doesn't work? You should find another one. I'm afraid I can't do it."

"Who said no?"

Zhao Rong frowned, and immediately stretched out his hand, saying at the same time: "My Qingjun is still easy to give birth to. Look, you have the most powerful capital here. Madam, you are not allowed to be modest anymore."

The man rested his head on the beautiful woman's lap, his big hand pressing on 'somewhere' next to him.

He spoke seriously and with reason.

It can be said that the whole truth is in the hands at this moment.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and whispered, "You... take your hands away, don't touch me..."

The sound became smaller and smaller.

Moreover, Zhao Rong discovered that she only drove him away verbally but did not reach out to slap his salty pig's trotters.

Therefore, Zhao Rong did not take any action and continued to measure the part of his wife that was most suitable for childbearing:

"Qingjun, let me tell you, in my entire life, I have never seen my wife have such a good figure..."

"You're lying." Concubine Zhao Ling pinched his earlobe again and argued softly, "There are many women with better figures than me and who are good at giving birth. You must have seen them. But now you only know how to say nice things to coax me. You will definitely do something bad later, right?"

Xiao Qian'er also nodded, "That's right, Brother Rong'er knew how to coax us before he did something bad."

Zhao Rong's face turned serious, and he immediately said, "I'm lying to you, you little dog!"

Xiao Qian'er pouted: "Well, how do you punctuate your words? Is this a trap?"

"Then you are a puppy." Zhao Lingfei also snorted and patted his mouth lightly with her white hand.

Zhao Rong shook his head. "My lady, what you said is wrong. The sages said that if you add one inch, it will be too long, and if you subtract one inch, it will be too short; if you put on powder, it will be too white, and if you put on rouge, it will be too red; the same is true for fat or thin... I just took a rough measurement, and your figure is just right, but the underwear is in the way, so it's not very accurate. In order to be absolutely sure, Qingjun, Qian'er, how about we cover yourself with the quilt and measure carefully again..."

"Wait, which sage said this?" Zhao Lingfei interrupted and asked with her head tilted.

I did not respond to my husband's request to reveal my fox tail.

"If you add one point, it will be too long; if you subtract one point, it will be too short..." Xiao Qian'er analyzed it in a low voice and looked at him curiously, wanting to know which frivolous saint he was.

Or in other words... this improper sage is most likely him.

This is not the first time for Brother Rong'er.

Zhao Rong thought about it and was about to blurt out the "Ode to the Lustful Man" from his previous life, but he found that the name seemed wrong and sounded unserious. He swallowed the words and changed his words:

"I forgot which saint said it, but the saint said it anyway. A truly good figure is not just big and plump, like... uh... like..."

Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes and said it for him, "Who does he look like?"

Zhao Rong: "Like..."

The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded and made a subtle observation: "Well, which woman does she look like?"

Zhao Rong said seriously: "Like Xiaoxiao."

He secretly said, "It's just a small grievance," and then continued to talk nonsense:

"Qingjun, don't look at her short stature, she's actually full of flesh, chubby, like a little fat fox. I regretted it so much after I picked her up. Ahem, I hate her. This is a negative check..."

A little fox girl who was sleeping in thousands of miles away: Haha, male silver.

Concubine Zhao Ling seemed not to have heard the answer. She continued with the previous question, asking nonchalantly, "My husband has also observed her figure closely like this?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

"I know, I know." Xiao Qian'er raised her hand to answer, and very considerately spoke for her Zhao Rong: "You want to say like Mr. Zhu, right? Am I right, Brother Rong'er?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

Thank you so much.

"That's right."

Zhao Rong's face straightened, and he immediately said to the two girls: "I was just asking her to say that Xiao Xiao, this stupid girl, is a negative example, and Mr. Zhu is also a negative example, both are too much..."

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, "Do you still call her Mr. Zhu?"

Zhao Rong nodded, then found it a little inconvenient, so he got up from her lap.

He raised his head and regained his serious expression.

"Qingjun, I have already told you all my thoughts during dinner just now. I will not repeat them now or in the future."

"Because I think so."

“Some attitudes and words do not need to be repeated. Just once is enough, no matter for the speaker or the listener. On the contrary, some self-deceiving lies are often repeated, and the deceived people also like to hear them over and over again.”

Zhao Rong said softly: "I don't like this."

In a joyous wedding room, with bright red wedding ribbons, a rather strange scene appeared at this moment.

In the darkness, a man and two women were very close to each other.

The man was dressed in elaborate wedding attire and seemed to be the groom.

The two women, one big and one small, both beautiful, were staring at the groom in the middle without blinking.

However, their attire at this time was a bit too cool, with only bellybands and panties on.

The only difference is the colors and embroidery. One is bright red, the other is pure white. One is embroidered with mandarin ducks, and the other is embroidered with white lotus.

However, what is most astonishing is the latter's subtle crotch-opening design, which is looming and half-revealing. Sometimes it is lush grass, sometimes it is clusters of flowers, and in people's eyes it is a beautiful scenery of paradise.

In addition, the figures and looks of these two beauties, one big and one small, are not inferior to the best fairies in the mountain cultivation world. Or maybe they are originally noble beings of this kind, but they have become fairies in the face of their childhood sweethearts...

No matter what, to outsiders, this should have been a wedding night where the groom made a scene, but the atmosphere among the three childhood sweethearts was surprisingly quiet.

They stared in silence.

Zhao Rong smiled and broke the silence, "I only treat her as Mr. Zhu and Fellow Daoist Zhu... and I'm quite worried about Fellow Daoist Zhu, as he's already an older leftover woman."

Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

At this time, Zhao Rong smiled.

"Qingjun, Qian'er, have we forgotten something?"

"What is it?"

Zhao Rong grabbed the two girls' hands, one in each hand, and held them up. He lowered his head and said seriously, "We have just exchanged some views on the reproduction of our family. We have roughly reached our respective goals. Now we have to seize the time and start."

Concubine Zhao Ling asked tentatively, "How do I start? I... I just want a daughter. It shouldn't be too much trouble..."

Zhao Rong looked at his wife who seemed to have only a vague understanding of the situation, sighed, and his face became more serious. "The process is the same for both daughters and sons. Qingjun, you are the eldest wife, you should take the lead, and you should actively participate in it and cooperate with your husband."

He turned his head and shouted, "And you, Xiao Qian'er, what are you laughing at? You are not allowed to laugh. You have a heavy task to do... The night is short, so let's hurry up."

Zhao Lingfei whispered, "Then...how do we start?"

She bent her legs and curled up her body, looking a little nervous and at a loss.

Xiao Qian'er blinked her eyes, began to gently lift her hair by her ears, and glanced at someone from time to time.

Zhao Rong glanced at Zhao Lingfei's long legs that looked very life-threatening from any angle, nodded, and said, "It's very simple, Qingjun, no matter what happens later, you just listen to me. Um, don't kick your husband."

Get the vaccination first.

“…”

Concubine Zhao Ling shrank back, then said in a whisper, "Okay..."

…