"Stop looking at me, gentlemen. Why do you always remind me of this fact every time I almost forget that my face is a little too handsome?"

Zhao Rong asked sincerely.

Yu Huaijin nodded and stopped looking at this "shameless" man; the others also laughed in good faith, and the atmosphere became lighter.

Zhao Rong smiled and put down his teacup, not being polite at all. "So, do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll leave first. If I don't go back, my wife will come to snatch me away." He was still serious and shameless.

Yu Huaijin, who was in the lead, glanced at the scattered invitations on the desk, said nothing, and sat down with his head down, while some people at the scene showed embarrassed expressions.

Zhao Rong looked around and saw a classmate with a mustache on his right side whispering, "Brother Ziyu, what are you going to do with these invitations?"

"Of course I'm going to decline... Brother Gao, do you have any other suggestions?"

"I don't deserve your advice." The male student who was called 'Brother Gao' looked at Zhao Rong's expression and suddenly advised sincerely: "How about Brother Ziyu taking some time to attend the event? After all, it is the good intention of the senior brothers. In fact, if you want to spend more time with Lingzheng, you can bring her along. After all, it is written on the invitation that Brother Ziyu is allowed to bring one or two private persons along..."

"My wife doesn't like noise, so forget it..." Zhao Rong shook his head and suddenly stopped, because he saw some classmates in the back seat covering their mouths with their fists, lowered their heads and coughed lightly, as if they were a little embarrassed.

Zhao Rong suddenly realized and couldn't help but glance at Yu Huaijin who was drinking tea with his head down, Xiao Hongyu with a slightly red face, and everyone else, and asked them why they had analyzed the pros and cons so clearly for me just now, and tried to persuade them politely, it turned out that 'someone' wanted to go together.

Zhao Rong laughed inwardly, took a sip of tea, put down the cup, stood up and took the initiative to see the guest off:

"I'm not going. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. My wife is nagging. Well, everyone can sit for a while and let Teng Ying accompany you."

Xiao Hongyu and other students from Suixingtang felt too embarrassed to do so and quickly got up from their stools, saying goodbye with regret.

"No need to see me off. By the way..." Zhao Rong, who had walked to the gate to pay his respects and was about to leave, suddenly turned around and pointed at a document that was being stolely glanced at by more than a dozen people, and said sincerely: "You all will not be leaving the academy tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Could you please do me one more favor? Please thank the brothers in the academy for me and explain the reason sincerely. Well, it would be even better if there are any scholars I know among them. Each of you can pick one and give it back... well, two would be fine too..."

Xiao Hongyu, Wu Peiliang and other students were all stuck and looked at each other in surprise.

Yu Huaijin drank his tea silently, glancing at someone who was giving "sincere instructions" in the middle.

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At the gate of Dongli Cottage, Zhao Rong smiled and saw off several students who took the invitations. The latter left reluctantly with smiles on their faces.

Just as Zhao Rong was about to turn around to see what was happening in the yard, a voice came from behind him.

“Tzuyu…”

"How come you walk without making any sound?"

Zhao Rong looked at Jia Tengying beside him speechlessly.

The latter, who was used to being invisible, said a little embarrassedly: "Tzuyu, do you know Mr. Chun in the academy?"

"Mr. Chun?" Zhao Rong was slightly stunned. He recalled the roster that Zhu Yourong had stuffed into his pocket before and remembered some of it. "Yeah, I have an impression of it. What's wrong?"

Zhao Rong paused after asking, remembering that he seemed to have seen this name in the yard just now. He was about to speak again, but Jia Tengying blushed and said, "I have always admired Mr. Chun. He is also a person from Guyue. He is a well-known scholar in our Guyue country."

It was rare to see this roommate so emotional. Zhao Rong pointed to the documents in the courtyard behind him that were still surrounded by seven or eight students and asked, "Is there anything in there? An invitation from Mr. Chun's senior brother?"

Jia Tengying was a little embarrassed and whispered, "I just checked and it seems that there is..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help it and kicked his butt with his leg, "What are you waiting for, go and take your seat, or someone else will take it and you'll be so sullen."

Zhao Rong was speechless and amused, what a blockhead.

"Okay, okay!" Jia Tengying nodded and ran away quickly, fearing that he would be a step late.

When he came back with a happy look on his face, Zhao Rong, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard, could not help but give him a few words of advice.

"Remember to go there early and find an excuse for me. Tell the brothers under Mr. Chun that I have an emergency and can't come. Then you should be more outgoing, more capable, and more thick-skinned. The brothers should call you sweet. After explaining, stay and don't leave. Find a low-key seat and sit down. Later, people will just think that you are invited, so you are invited for free, right? That's why I asked you to go early..."

"Don't just focus on eating. The important thing is to get to know me. You can take the initiative to find some topics to talk about. It can be about the academy, Yu Huaijin, or me. Except for the matter of picking cucumbers from your field, you can talk about everything else. There is nothing you can't talk about. For example, don't hide anything about my handsome appearance..."

Zhao Rong sighed, and Jia Tengying listened very carefully.

When he had almost finished explaining everything, the hustle and bustle in the courtyard had dispersed, and the sky above was already covered with stars. Zhao Rong left the Dongli Cottage and, at the main entrance of the academy, chatted with two familiar gentlemen who had returned from drinking. Then he patted his sleeves, turned around, walked through a busy street where people flowed like water, turned into an alley, took a shortcut, and walked towards the courtyard he had rented for a long time.

Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er rented a two-entry courtyard for a long time, with a front hall, a back bedroom, an east kitchen, a corridor, and a pavilion. The whole courtyard is square and symmetrical.

From a distance, smoke could be seen rising from the chimneys in the courtyard, but it was not obvious in the gradually enveloping darkness of the night.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned at the corner of the alley and took a long detour. In the crack of the outer wall of an abandoned courtyard, there was a small flower standing alone. He couldn't recognize the name, but it should not be a rare variety. He had passed by it the day before yesterday during morning exercise and found it here.

Zhao Rong bent down and picked it up, turned around and went back to his residence, pushed open the courtyard door, and went straight to the east kitchen where the sound of firewood burning came from. The kitchen door was open to the outside. He stepped over the threshold but did not go in. He leaned lightly against the door frame, twisting the flower roots with his fingers, quietly watching the cyan-gold figure busy back and forth in front of the stove and chopping board.

Qingjun's waist was very slender, especially when the fabric on the upper part was bulging. Even without a belt to tighten her waist, the slightly loose fabric at her waist revealed this very clearly. This was especially obvious when she occasionally stood on tiptoe to take the bowls from the top of the cabinet, and her waist was bent upward.

Zhao Rong's eyes subconsciously fell on it. In fact, the lady's waist was not only thin, but also very flexible. Only he could fully appreciate this. Especially every time it bent back and forth, it could always reach an arc that made Zhao Rong thrilled again and again. He couldn't help but free up one hand from the temple and use the tiger's mouth to carefully grasp this flexible waist, as if he wanted to measure something carefully. Some white pictures floated in front of Zhao Rong's eyes, and then disappeared like bubbles.

In fact, the thin waist and the pair of long legs below are the result of Qingjun's long years of sword practice and martial arts. In my memory, she has been beautiful since she was a child. She was a beauty when she was a child and a graceful young lady when she was a girl.

Zhao Rong thought about it carefully and felt that Qingjun's body proportions were probably the best he had ever seen, and she had the classic and pretty sloping shoulders that Zhao Rong liked the most, rather than the right-angled shoulders that gave people a sense of dominance and coldness; to be precise, he still preferred curves.

Xiaoxiao and Qian'er's bodies are a little too petite for young girls, while Zhu Yourong has too heavy a burden on her upper body, which makes others worry about her, and her body proportions are inevitably a little unbalanced.

If Xiaoxiao and Qian'er are like young lotuses that have just begun to show their tip, the former is a little more voluptuous, although also limited. Then Qingjun is like the girl next door who has just grown up, everything is just right, like flowers blooming in the most beautiful season, one more would be too much, one less would be too little. As for Zhu Yourong, she is like a woman with a chest full of clouds, her eyes full of eyes full of returning birds; she will climb to the top of the mountain and look down on all the other mountains.

You know, because of the structure of women's clothes in this world, it is difficult to fake it. Wearing a bellyband is not flattering, unless the waist is tied higher to make it look more prominent, but it doesn't add much. So from the outside, if a woman can stand up and bulge, she is considered to be quite attractive, such as Qingjun in our family. What about Zhu Yourong? Every time she goes out, she will wrap the cloth tightly, but there is still not much difference from not tying it. It can only be said that there is too much material piled up by nature, and it is difficult to compress it down.

You may ask, since it is the same whether you are bound or not, why do you need to be bound? Wouldn't it be more difficult to be free? Zhao Rong has to talk to you about wave-particle duality, which means that some things can be described not only partially in terms of particles, such as one by one, but also partially in terms of waves, such as wave by wave. So it coexists in the form of particles and waves...

Putting aside these academic issues for the moment, Qingjun in the east kitchen was busy with cooking seriously and lightly, without looking back at her husband; Zhao Rong did not ask where Qian'er had gone. He was alone, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, and fell into some contemplation while observing quietly.

In his memory, the only person who could match Qingjun in stature was the Empress Dowager Dugu who was praised as the most beautiful woman in Dali. However, it might be because Zhao Rong suddenly saw her and left a strong impression on her. As for Qingjun, he did not just visually measure her, but also measured her inch by inch. He considered her rigorously and carefully, and his wife won.

As for the other two women who left a deep impression on him, Su Qingdai had a similar temperament and figure to Qingjun, but her temple was a little bigger, although her palms would feel numb when she executed the family rules. And Luoxiu Xia was a little skinny, and her hips would occasionally hit him. Although at that time this slight pain was nothing compared to the severe burning in the upper body, in the blur, the special experience of occasionally bumping into him was still somewhat profound...

People are like this. Sometimes in some important scenes, some subtle feelings and experiences are more profound than the important things at that time. For example, many years later, you have long forgotten the questions in the college entrance examination, but you always remember the eraser that fell at your feet, and even the black and gray stains on the eraser when you picked it up are clearly remembered.

But tonight, Zhao Rong didn't want to care too much, he just wanted to look at Qingjun quietly.

Concubine Zhao Ling knew that her husband was watching her, and she also knew that her husband often liked to watch her do housework in a daze. Although she didn't know what her husband was thinking, she also liked his attention on her. It made her feel that he was paying attention to her and cared about her. She felt safe and shy, although his eyes were a little bit unserious sometimes. But if he was too serious, would he still be her husband?

When Concubine Zhao Ling had finished cleaning up most of the things and was washing her hands in front of the water tank, Zhao Rong, who had been watching from the door, suddenly stepped forward...

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