**After consummating the marriage, my childhood sweetheart asked me why... I was so skilled?

Zhao Rong felt that this question was a sure win.

A decisive blow among decisive blows.

It was no less painful than when I first learned that my best friend actually had eighteen beautiful concubines in his house.

Well, although that good friend was just trying to make a childhood sweetheart give up, and they married them into the house and used them as vases for decoration...

But this is also very discouraging, okay?

Zhao Rong lowered his head to see his wife's bare hands hammering his chest with increasing force.

For Concubine Zhao Lingfei, the matter of her husband was like a Pandora's box being opened.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

The more I think about someone's previous innocent expression, the more hateful it seems.

Zhao Rong faintly heard Qingjun's voice about to cry in the bed:

"Why were you so skilled the first time, wuwuwu... You, keep on making excuses, why don't you make excuses? If all else fails, just lie to me again... What if I believe it?"

“…”

Zhao Rong looked a little embarrassed.

This is what happened.

Could it be that I should tell Qingjun face to face that he had met the wrong person in his previous life, and was poisoned by bad friends in some unknown place and some strange community, so he was extremely unwilling and helpless, and the only thing he could do was to fast forward and watch the "Mirror Flower and Water Moon" many times?

Therefore, although he had never experienced actual combat, the theoretical experience he had been forced to master was already sufficient...

They can open up a new territory for the extremely backward sweat-and-sweating service industry in the brothels and singing houses in the mountains and hills of this world.

Zhao Rong felt a little depressed in his crotch.

After all, this world is not the previous life of ideological liberation.

Now, isn't he further solidifying his image as a 'perverted husband'? He is drifting further and further away from the image of an 'upright scholar' that he tried so hard to maintain before.

"Zhao Ziyu, Zhao Ziyu, so what were you trying to do last night? Why were you taking the lead so actively? Can't you just guide them slowly, pretend to understand together, and let it come naturally? You said, why did you act so skilled in front of Qingjun and Qian'er, two clumsy novices? Were you afraid that they didn't know that you were very familiar with it?"

If the two girls weren't in front of him now, he would definitely slap himself twice.

Therefore, the bad habit of being a know-it-all should be avoided at any time.

It's ok now.

Qingjun was completely jealous.

Just when Mr. Zhao, who likes to teach others, was feeling pained and regretful.

I heard Qingjun's sad questioning voice again:

"Speak up, why is there no sound?"

She paused.

It seemed as if he couldn't help but make some associations towards certain places.

Suddenly he said, "Okay, you don't have to say anything, I understand... I understand!"

Zhao Rong was stunned and asked, "What do you know?"

Zhao Lingfei covered her face and said, "I, I will just assume that you are going to practice your skills."

Zhao Rong: “……???”

"Okay, I'm not angry anymore... and I don't blame you."

Her tone was a little aggrieved, but she continued to sniff:

"It's my fault for being so stupid. I shouldn't have had such unrealistic expectations. The moon waxes and wanes..."

"Yeah, what's there to look forward to? Childhood sweethearts, maybe that's all. For you... I guess it's only Qian'er and I who have this silly fantasy left over and cherish it... Seeing how energetic and vigorous you were last night, I knew... I knew it must have been hard for you to hold back in the past. I, I don't blame you, just think of it as you going there to practice your skills."

She buried her head.

"But why didn't you explain it to me in advance? I won't necessarily blame you. Just like last night, you took the initiative to tell me everything about Xiao Xiao Luo Xiu and the others, and I tolerated it all. I even invited Xiao Xiao sister home for dinner and took the initiative to accept you in person..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but open his mouth, "No, I..."

Concubine Zhao Ling continued, "Do you think that being romantic and suave outside is a trivial matter and unimportant?"

She whispered to herself, "That's right... You are a man and a scholar. It's not a big deal for you to be romantic with your friends in places of entertainment... But Qian'er and I would still care about it. You didn't tell me these things in advance..."

"Or are you afraid of me? You deliberately didn't say these things last night in order to coax Qian'er and me to sleep together... Oh, Qian'er and I were indeed stupid, and we were easily coaxed... coaxed into giving you our bodies and everything without reservation."

At this time, the woman stretched out the bare hand that had been hammering Zhao Rong, and grabbed Zhao Rong's collar and sleeve.

"But, Brother Rong'er, you have to promise me that you will not hold back on us anymore, and...you will not practice your skills anymore. There are so many women in the family now. Besides Qian'er and me, there is the little sister, and the girl from the Su family who wants to marry into the family. Isn't that enough for you..."

"Qing Jun."

Zhao Rong suddenly grabbed her pink fist with his big hand, and wrapped his fists around her bare hands tightly.

He said in a serious tone: "I have never been to those weird places to practice my skills."

Concubine Zhao Ling stopped talking.

Xiao Qian'er couldn't help but mutter in a coy manner: "Then how come you have so many tricks? I...we can't handle it anymore."

Zhao Rong shook his head and grabbed Xiao Qian'er's hand.

He said to the two girls seriously:

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Let him be an 'improper husband', it's better than letting two silly ladies misunderstand him.

Concubine Zhao Ling fell silent.

explain:

"lie."

"good."

Zhao Rong nodded directly.

"The lie is that I, your husband, was born knowing it, and for some things, men are born to learn without a teacher, so I seem a little more proficient. Well, it's mainly because you guys act too stupid..."

After he finished speaking, he smiled and asked, "Qingjun, Qian'er, do you believe it?"

He clearly told a lie, but still asked the two girls whether they believed it or not.

The purple-robed sword spirit who was watching the show in a certain heart lake with boredom twitched the corner of his mouth and cursed softly that the person was being pretentious.

However, it was immediately choked and speechless because of the answers given by Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer.

"I believe it." Zhao Lingfei said softly.

"I believe it too. Qian'er is willing to believe whatever Brother Rong'er says! Except when he says he doesn't want me anymore." Little Qian'er said crisply.

The little girl doesn't have as many worries as the young lady. Her wish has always been pure and simple. It is enough for her to be with Brother Rong'er and the young lady in this life.

Concubine Zhao curled up a little more in the quilt. "That's enough. Don't say anything more."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

"Even Xiao Xiao didn't believe what I said and had to cross her arms and say 'You are lying to me'. You fools, you actually believed it."

Concubine Zhao Ling hesitated.

ask:

“Do we have a choice?”

"have."

Zhao Rong nodded without hesitation.

He smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "If you want to hear the truth, I'll tell you."

Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er in the bed were stunned.

Then they waited nervously for a while, but no sound came from outside.

Outside the quilt, there was only the sound of someone chewing food.

Just as the two girls were becoming increasingly confused.

Zhao Rong suddenly asked a strange question.

"Qingjun, where are those love letters I sent you before? Are they still there?"

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

"Of course." After a pause, "In Qinglianxuan."

The man seemed to nod, and then said nothing more.

The atmosphere among the three of them became quiet again.

Zhao Rong went to tell the "truth" he had just promised.

Xiao Qian'er secretly peeked out from the gap in the quilt.

I found someone busy finishing the remaining breakfast.

Zhao Rong raised his head and drank the last porridge in the bowl.

"It's a little sweet."

He muttered something, suddenly put down the empty bowl, and threw off the quilt without any explanation.

The identities of the two girls under the quilt were immediately revealed to the world.

Yes, it is very white.

Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er, who were not mentally prepared, both exclaimed.

"Get up first, and take a shower together."

Zhao Rong rubbed his eyes and gave the order seriously.

He was also blinded by it.

After saying this, Zhao Rong jumped off the bed.

He turned around, bent down, and picked up Qingjun, who was shyly pulling the quilt to cover her body.

In the bright room, with the sun shining directly on her, the dazzlingly white Concubine Zhao Ling was a little at a loss. She stretched out her hands to block it, but found that it seemed like nothing could block it, and she was completely exposed to her husband.

Zhao Rong patted her smooth, white back, then reached down and rubbed it:

"Hold tight."

Concubine Zhao Ling felt her body go limp, and it seemed that the medicinal effect of the Whale Song Amber she smelled last night had not yet dissipated.

She had no choice but to hug Zhao Rong tightly with a blushing face, using his chest to cover her snow-white beauty.

She was still not used to this kind of scene in broad daylight, even though there were only three close friends and a green plum in the room.

Princess Zhao Rong held Qingjun in her arms and gestured to Xiao Qian'er with her back turned.

"Come up, let's go wash up together, and then go back. I will... take you back to Qinglianxuan."

Xiao Qian'er's face was also flushed. She jumped forward obediently, lay on his back and hugged him tightly.

Zhao Rong carried his two childhood sweethearts, one in his arms and the other on his back, and walked towards the screened bathtub at the other end of the room.

A small sword named Qingmei followed curiously, but was shyly pushed away by the hostess and went to stand at the door as punishment.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er hugged their common husband with their slender arms, and the hug was getting tighter and tighter.

Above his shoulder, the two girls' long autumn eyes and peach blossom eyes did not dare to look at each other.

I thought someone was going to cause trouble again.

Each of them is shy.

For a moment, they all forgot what their husbands had just said.

Zhao Rong, however, remained calm.

He promised to tell the two fools who were willing to believe his lies some truth later.

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