"Husband, don't take what I just said at the door seriously!"

Concubine Zhao Ling grabbed Zhao Rong's sleeve anxiously.

"Anyway, I'm speaking from my heart. It doesn't matter whether they believe me or not. You don't have to prove anything to them. Don't feel burdened..."

Zhao Rong shook his head and interrupted, "This is not a burden, this is...an obligation."

"Qingjun, you know, I really like the way you held your chin up and were so confident. You looked... cute. I don't think you put me on a pedestal. Before, at the entrance of the academy, you proudly introduced me to your teachers and fellow disciples. I was actually very happy, my husband."

"But now my wife has done everything she can, and as her husband, I have to try my best to do something so that you can speak more confidently in front of the sisters in the future."

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at him blankly.

Zhao Rong looked around and slowed down his pace with her.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly murmured softly, "I... I don't want to speak in a tough way..."

Zhao Rong asked casually, "What do you want?"

Concubine Zhao Ling blushed slightly, looked up at him, then lowered her head and said nothing.

Zhao Rong stopped and took his hand out of his wife's arms.

He held her shoulders and also stopped her steps.

"Alright, don't send me off anymore. You said you would send me out of the West Palace Gate, but you've already sent me such a long way. We'll be at the Academy soon. Madam, do you want to go to your husband's place for another meal?"

Zhao Rong felt a little helpless and made a joke.

Who would have thought that Concubine Zhao Ling actually nodded.

"...Oh, you want to cheat on Xiao Qian'er again, right?" Zhao Rong smiled, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and leaned close to Zhao Lingfei's ear, whispering a warning: "Don't let me 'eat' you before you succeed in cheating on her."

Concubine Zhao Ling's cheeks turned red again, as if she was remembering an incident in which she was eaten clean in broad daylight at Dongli Cottage.

The woman stuttered a little, "Eat... what to eat? What are you talking about..."

Zhao Rong laughed and didn't continue to act silly with her.

He let go of her hand, turned around and walked towards the academy in front, waving to Concubine Zhao Lingfei behind him.

"Okay, I'll drop you off here. My husband, I'm going back to the academy first. There are still many things waiting for me."

Zhao Rong didn't look back and strode forward.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head, bit her lip, and stared at his back in a daze. There was a blush on her cheeks like the sunset in the sky.

She wanted to watch him quietly, but when the figure gradually went away and was about to disappear, the woman suddenly felt a little scared for no reason.

"Wait! There's one more thing!"

Zhao Rong heard his wife's urgent cry behind him and turned back curiously.

Zhao Lingfei seemed to have remembered something, and she was running towards him recklessly, holding her cyan-gold skirt. When she got close, she showed no intention of braking.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but mutter "So clingy", but before he could finish his complaint, the cyan-gold figure who was about to leave rushed in front of him again.

He had no choice but to open his arms, and the next moment he was filled with warmth and softness.

My nose was filled with her floral body odor.

"My dear, what's wrong?" Zhao Rong said helplessly.

In his arms, Concubine Zhao Ling felt at ease. She stood on tiptoe impatiently, leaned close to Zhao Rong's ear, and whispered softly: "I suddenly remembered that I have to settle an account with you. Humph, I almost let you run away."

"..."Zhao Rong.

"Um, what's going on? Why are you so serious?" He felt a little guilty.

Well, although I don’t know what account my wife is going to settle, Zhao Rong just subconsciously feels a little guilty... Well, is this a stress symptom of a scumbag?

At this moment, Zhao Rong's ears clearly felt his wife's moist and soft lips.

"Just now when you were writing a poem at Qinglian Pavilion, you said that you had seen a lot of bad things before..."

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide: "No, my lady, I have already confessed and I have also told you what happened later..."

"I know, it's not that. Listen to me." Zhao Lingfei interrupted him and bit his earlobe: "Later, you said that after meeting me again in Duyou City, you only thought about me..."

"Yes, that's right."

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned and nodded.

He felt his ears itchy. Uh, it seemed that his wife was getting more and more naughty... However, before he could finish muttering in his heart, Zhao Lingfei's next sentence almost made his blood boil.

"I don't want to." The woman holding her husband narrowed her eyes slightly: "I don't want you to have innocent thoughts about me, I want you to have evil thoughts about me. If you can't help thinking about those bad things in your mind in the future, you can only... only think about me, and you can't think about those messy women outside. Do you hear me, husband?"

Zhao Rong: “……!!!”

It turns out that this is what Qingjun thought!

He suddenly felt his head and nose were a little hot. He reached out and touched his nose. Fortunately, he didn't have a nosebleed, otherwise it would be very ugly.

"Did you hear that, husband?" Concubine Zhao Ling threatened.

Zhao Rong suddenly came to his senses and swallowed his saliva.

"I heard it." He nodded honestly.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes narrowed into crescents, her delicate chin resting on his shoulder, her expression satisfied but also a little shy like a girl, she replied softly: "Okay. Then there is one more thing..."

"Anything else?" Zhao Rong was a little timid, and looked around. "My wife, why don't we just forget it? There are too many people on the road. If we have anything to say, let's do it in private next time. Ahem, my husband will accompany you to the end."

He was really afraid that Qingjun would do something bolder than what he just said, "He has evil thoughts about her," in broad daylight. It would be exciting, but he couldn't let others see it.

Concubine Zhao Ling leaned back and looked at him, "Oh, then I won't return this black jade to you for now."

"..." Zhao Rong straightened his back, hugged her waist, and said seriously: "No, if it's about this matter, then it's okay! I'm ready now!"

Concubine Zhao Ling used her little finger to lift the black hair beside her ear, and looked at him with a smile in her autumn eyes, "What did you think happened just now, my husband?"

Zhao Rong said shamelessly, "I thought my wife was also thinking something evil of me."

Concubine Zhao Ling lightly spat, "... Bah, shameless, do you think everyone else is like you? I wouldn't think about this in broad daylight..."

"The lady thought about having a cough with her husband at night."

“……” Concubine Zhao Ling.

"Do you want to change the jade or not?" She rosy her cheeks.

"want!"

Zhao Rong became obedient again.

Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes, examined her husband one last time, snorted, and stretched out a bare hand from her wide cyan-gold sleeves.

Open your palms.

There was a pitch-black jade token stained with a lot of her sweat lying in the palm of her hand.

The jade plaque is square, with half of the Tianming black bird pattern engraved on the front and the five words "Beautiful jade embellished with silk tassels" engraved on the back.

Zhao Rong stared at it intently, the black jade he had been longing for.

His hands were not idle either, and he silently took out a familiar white jade token from his sleeve.

A square with the same specifications as black jade.

On the front is half of the black bird of destiny, and on the back is the first half of the love poem "How to express my feelings".

In the distant hometown of Zhao Rong, as my mother told me, there is such a romantic tradition:

When a man and a woman get engaged, they exchange jade pendants and take care of the jade on behalf of the other. On the wedding night, the jade is returned to its original owner, and their love will last a lifetime.

Concubine Zhao Ling's attention was also caught by the white jade in Zhao Rong's hand.

The two raised their heads and looked at each other.

The atmosphere between them became quiet.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei got engaged at the age of fourteen, and each of them kept half of the jade token for the other.

On her wedding night at the age of seventeen, the night of changing the jade, because the white jade was missing, misunderstandings arose. Concubine Zhao Ling threw away the black jade and parted unhappily.

Later, Zhao Rong found Bai Yu and went north with a pair of jade tablets.

But when they met at the North Sea of ​​Duyou City, the arrogant lady took away the black jade again...

Then, all the way till now, the two jade plates were finally taken out by the two of them again, in pairs.

In Zhao Rong's countless imaginations, the jade-changing ceremony should have been of great significance, grand and romantic, but when it really came, it was actually very simple and the whole process was dull.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and carefully tied the white jade pendant around Concubine Zhao Lingfei's slender waist.

Concubine Zhao Ling also lowered her head silently and tied the black jade pendant around her husband's waist with great concentration.

The jade replacement is complete.

The two of them raised their heads in tacit understanding and looked into each other's eyes.

No one spoke first and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

The passers-by around them had no idea what they were doing in their trance.

But the two of them knew how difficult it was to come this far and how hard it was for the two jade tokens to "meet".

Zhao Rong suddenly opened his arms and looked at her with a smile.

Concubine Zhao Ling also opened her arms and leaned forward into his arms.

The two hugged each other.

There was silence again for a while.

"Should I say something?" Zhao Rong broke the silence with a smile.

On his shoulder, Concubine Zhao Ling gently wiped the corner of her eye with the tip of her index finger and said softly, "Hmm."

Zhao Rong looked left and right, up and down, and at the surrounding world.

Today, there are no friends or relatives stopping to witness, no romantic and brilliant flowers in the surrounding woods, no bright and beautiful glow in the sky, not even a single white cloud watching, the blue sky is calm.

Everything was depressingly bland.

But, he had her in his arms.

That's enough.

"Zhao Lingfei, do you know that in this life, it took us one breath to meet each other, and it took us seventeen years, six months, and eleven days to get to know each other."

"Meet, get to know each other?" Concubine Zhao Lingfei always suspected that her husband was talking nonsense.

"Yes, in every love story I have read, the hero and heroine must go through the five stages of meeting, getting to know each other, understanding each other, falling in love, and parting." Zhao Rong said seriously.

"The last one is Xiangli?" Zhao Lingfei was curious.

"Yes."

"So what stage are we in now?" she asked.

"We have just passed the stage of knowing each other, and it is not yet time to part." Zhao Rong nodded.

"That means we are in love. Then tell me how long it will take for us to reach the next stage?"

We have known each other day and night for one hundred and six days since we met at the foot of the secluded mountain.

Zhao Rong had always prepared an answer.

"For a lifetime," he said.

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