Although I had said I would avoid the water tank, the water in the tank eventually spilled all over the kitchen. The stove, the cupboard, the small table, the west wall, and even the basket of fresh vegetables in the southeast corner... some of them spilled, which made them even fresher.

The pink flower in the black hair of Concubine Zhao Ling would fall from time to time, because the black hair had already spread out, and the flower also jumped and danced with the black hair, so it was not surprising that it finally jumped off, and she was too lazy to re-tie the black hair, but every time her husband saw it, he would pause for a moment, bend over and pick it up, and put it back on her ear. She saw with her own eyes that every time the flower was picked up, it became more beautiful, from light pink to bright red, from being independent and noble to being the most beautiful among all the flowers. It was like a person, changing between jumping and falling.

Once again, the flower jumped down from her ear. While he was bending down to pick up the flower, Zhao Lingfei turned her head to look out the window. The night was dim and dark. Just like when she liked to stay in bed with her eyes open as a child, she was now also wrapped in a warm bed.

Hmm, why is the window not closed? Concubine Zhao Ling thought to herself as she felt dizzy. Also, I can’t play with him like this next time. In fact, if she hadn’t known that her husband had won the first place in the exam and the first place in the academy, she would not have indulged him so easily. It’s just that a good woman is afraid of a man’s pestering, and she couldn’t get rid of him after all. Besides, he said that day and he really did it. He said he would get the first place in the exam, and he even said that he would get a reputation for being a scholar for her. In fact, Concubine Zhao Ling had never had such high requirements. She was very traditional and polite, and was easily satisfied with her husband. As long as he could study well in the academy, it would be fine. Her greatest wish was to be a good wife and mother. But why didn’t she expect that her husband would greatly exceed her expectations in the first exam, so how could Concubine Zhao Ling not smile and obey her in everything?

As if he had noticed Concubine Zhao Ling's gaze, Zhao Rong took out a fire starter from the Sumeru object hanging around his neck and lit the oil lamp. "Wait, don't light the lamp," she weakly stopped him. Then he patted the hall lightly, exhaled, and said seriously, "I want to see more clearly."

The brightened up east kitchen was quiet for a while, and the woman uttered a low and muffled nasal sound, "Hmm." It was a kind of acquiescence.

On the sluggish wooden table, there was a lonely oil lamp and a compact reflection on the wall. A gust of wind seemed to slip in from the window, and the rekindled candle flame suddenly became active, flickering regularly back and forth and left and right, and it just wouldn't go out. Even the shadow on the wall was not to be outdone and looked very busy.

By the way, there is also a string of wind chimes hung by someone on the corridor outside, which are being shaken vigorously by the evening breeze behind us.

After a long time, Zhao Lingfei found that she seemed to be deceived again. It turned out that the silk cushion was not only used to protect the knees in case of danger at the last moment, because the enemy coaxed her to use it for the last time, saying that it would be more comfortable and her back would not be so cold. In fact, with her Tianzhi realm physique, the coldness of the autumn floor was nothing, not to mention friction. Zhao Lingfei's current physique, after three times of tempering by the first-class sword, was no worse than some warriors of the same level. In the eyes of some people, it was simply a demon physique... However, no matter what, this was also the care and concern of her husband, and Zhao Lingfei could feel it. Of course, it would be better if this care and concern could be more serious. The woman lightly held her lower lip.

Halfway through, Concubine Zhao Ling slowly turned her head. Her misty autumn eyes were reflecting the string of wind chimes swaying left and right in the air. Ding ding dong, ding ding dong ~ the naughty wind was pushing hard on the wind, and the sound of the wind chimes was crisp and melodious. At a certain moment, Concubine Zhao Ling felt happy for no reason, as if she had returned to the field on the back mountain of the Duke of Chu's Mansion. In the sunshine, Brother Rong Er and she were chasing each other: Brother Rong Er was chasing behind, and she was running in front with a smile, her laughter lit up the wind on all sides. While running, the anklet tied on her ankle also tinkled like this. At a certain moment, Brother Rong Er suddenly threw her forward and knocked her to the ground. She was so happy that she couldn't help but shouting with joy along with the string of wind chimes!

It’s a pity that the ankle bells she used to practice sword steps no longer exist on her smooth and white ankles, but are hung with something else, which is a bit regrettable.

I remember that when I was a child, Brother Rong seemed to like my ankle bells very much. However, later, my sword skills became more advanced and my steps became quieter, so Uncle Xiaobai asked me to take them off... The wind chimes on the corridor finally stopped after making a lot of noise. Only the wind was still blowing in gusts, as if it was unaware of the fatigue. Zhao Lingfei's mood also calmed down, and then she suddenly remembered.

"Do you want to take precautions?" Zhao Rong's voice suddenly came from above.

"I listen to my husband." Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head away, not looking at her enemy. She had just left the innocent field in her childhood memory, and her expression still had some residual trance from the memories. Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at Concubine Zhao Ling's expression at this time. The latter covered her face with both hands and then pinched his waist. Girls are always a little thin-skinned. Zhao Rong smiled, and then was glared at by Concubine Zhao Ling.

"It's better to be careful." Zhao Rong nodded, then took a long breath, freed himself and stood up again. Zhao Lingfei put down her covering hands and tacitly changed to a more comfortable position. However, her lazy look with slightly squinting eyes and tilted head still made someone take a deep breath.

"Why is my lady so cute?"

"snort."

In the east kitchen, he stood in front of her, and then couldn't help but reached out and touched the soft black hair on Qingjun's head. Zhao Rong said seriously: "Thank you for your hard work in preparing dinner today." "Hmm." Zhao Lingfei still responded with a nasal sound, as if she didn't want to waste her breath talking. Zhao Rong lowered his eyes and glanced at her and said secretly.

Just when both of them looked a little dazed and sluggish, there was a sudden 'crackling' sound of a wine jar falling to the ground and breaking on the corridor outside!

They all turned their heads to look, and saw a fox-eyed girl in red clothes standing outside the window, with her arms folded in front of her chest. If she guessed correctly, what she was holding should be a jar of wine, but it was broken into pieces at her feet and it was difficult to put it together, just like some of her previous stereotypes... Su Xiaoxiao widened her eyes, her little face full of shock, and looked at her sister Lingfei in disbelief.

The fox-eyed girl took two steps back. According to Zhao Rong's experience, this should be the first move of this timid little fox demon to turn around and run away, just like the runners in the track and field competition who half-crouch before the gun goes off. When it comes to running away, she has always been able to do it.

However, the next second, Xiao Qian'er's voice came from the yard.

"Stupid Xiaoxiao, I asked you to move the wine to the kitchen first, but you couldn't even hold it steady? You are so stupid!"

"I...I...he...she...you..." The little fox demon, who had never seen the world, spoke incoherently with his eyes wide open.

Xiao Qian'er brought the quietness at the gate of the courtyard, put her hands on her waist, and walked over with a sigh. "What do you mean you and me? What did you encounter? Is there a monster in the kitchen that can eat you? You are really making a fuss..."

Then, Xiao Qian'er, who was "very confident that she had seen everything in the world", suddenly stopped. She and Qing Jing, a simple and innocent girl who was sticking her head out from behind her, were both stunned.

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