"Meow..."

"Hungry."

"Yes."

Rong Xing Wan'er.

"Then feed you first, and then feed me."

Rong Zhiwei's face turned red: "Stinky and shameless." ”

Thinking of the first bath bucket play last night, Rong Zhiwei's face was hot, and her face was so red that she was about to drip blood, which was very tempting.

He was about to kiss her, but she hurriedly reached out to cover his lips: "Eh, eh, inside, there are only three left!" ”

Rong Xing smiled, of course he knew what she meant.

"Rong'er didn't forget, I said a long time ago that I was willing to lose my ability to divinate heaven for you."

She looked away and didn't dare to meet his fiery gaze again: "Not even today!" ”

"What kind of wedding gift does Rong'er want?"

Rong Xing discussed with her seriously.

"Ahh

She couldn't suppress the coquettish groan in her mouth, her face was flushed, but looking at him in front of her, except for the slight redness of her cheeks and a little color in her eyes, he still had that serious appearance with a light smile and a peaceful face.

"How can you... Like a nobody... Ah, tap, tap..."

She couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly begged him for mercy.

Rong Xing leaned up and kissed the corner of her lips, and bit her earlobe, causing her to tremble: "That... Does Rong'er want to hear me gasp? ”

She swallowed, nodded and said without hesitation, "Yes." ”

I wanted to pick up the silver hair and tie him to the bed, watching his fair face flushed, watching the lust burning in his beautiful eyes, and watching him tremble under his own caress.

Of course, these were just her thoughts.

I only heard him laugh evilly in his ear: "That can only be heard after Rong'er masters this skill." ”

"Ahh

You're too much!

In the dead of night, the two of them lay on the bed and snuggled up tightly together, Rong Zhiwei nestled in his arms with her back to him, and Rong Xing looked happy, and her slender and beautiful right hand stroked her lower abdomen.

"Rong'er, what is the name of our child?"

Tiredness welled up in her heart, and she muttered, "Isn't it a little early?" ”

He chuckled and said, "Rong'er has not forgotten our Rong family's family rules, since it is said that it cannot be passed five times, it means that it will be hit within five times..."

"I think there are already little babies born here. My surname is Rong, and Rong'er is also surnamed Rong, so we can name the child Rongrong, how cute..."

He babbled on and on, but she was already asleep and didn't listen anymore.

Rong Xing touched her flat lower abdomen and smiled: "Good night." ”

In this way, the two of them spent three full days in the National Teacher's Mansion without shame.

Early the next morning, after Rong Zhiwei noticed that there was no familiar temperature around her, she woke up from her sleep leisurely, casually gathered the wide white underwear on her body, reached out and picked up the water he had prepared for her on the table and drank it, and then walked out of the bedroom.

"Ah Xing?" She called out.

But there was no response.

"Yes."

There is no in the main hall either.

It wasn't until he walked into his study that Rong Zhiwei saw him: "Master National Teacher-"

Rong Xing sat flat on the ground with his back to the door, part of the three thousand waist silver hair was spread out on the ground behind him, and he was wearing only a thin undershirt, just a back, which was enough to flirt, but at the same time it looked a little lonely.

Rong Zhiwei sat down beside him and looked at him with a tilted head: "My national teacher, what are you thinking?" ”

"Rong'er." He called her like this, and there was a hint of loss in his voice.

"Huh?"

He lowered his eyes, not wanting her to see the loss in his eyes, and said quietly: "The person you want to marry is no longer a national teacher, just an ordinary person with a strange hair color." ”

Since he met her, he had known that such a day would come, but even so, when he really lost it, he would still care a little.

Rong Zhiwei felt a pang in her heart, his tone and state made her very... Distressed.

It was the first time she had experienced this feeling since she came to the Central Plains.

Rong Zhiwei took a deep breath, stretched out her right hand and held his somewhat cold right hand tightly, her eyes were full of seriousness: "Rong Xing." ”

"No matter what, all I love is you."

"You will always be my national teacher."

Hearing her solemn words, Rong Xing was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned red, and he held her hand tightly and hugged her whole person into his arms.

Both of them were wearing only his white underwear, sitting on the ground and hugging each other tightly, feeling each other's temperature and breathing.

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The marriage between the two was extremely low-key, and Rong Xing just accompanied Rong Zhiwei back to Dianxiang Pavilion and invited Yu Niang to come.

As for what his Rong'er and Lingge, the new head brand of the Dian Xiang Pavilion, said, he didn't ask any more.

Because Rong Xing believes that his Rong'er will only be his own Rong'er from beginning to end, and there is no reason to share it with others, so he will not eat that woman's vinegar again.

The meal in the National Teacher's Mansion was rarely changed to a big table, a table full of dishes, and the entire Manchu and Han banquets were almost all served.

The cold atmosphere of the National Teacher's Mansion has been rarely broken, and Rong Zhi, who has been staying in his small courtyard, was also invited out, also wearing white clothes and long silver hair, and his appearance is very similar to Rong Xing.

The twin sons are carved out of a mold, but Rong Zhiwei can recognize at a glance which one is Rong Xinglai, and Rong Xing's temperament is more cold and does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Probably because of the Xi Shi in the eyes of her lover, Rong Zhiwei felt that her eyes were full of tenderness looking at her appearance, which was better-looking.

Rong Xing, Rong Zhi brothers, Yu Niang, Rong Zhiwei and Rong Mansion housekeeper sat at the same table to eat this meal.

Since it has been discussed to get married in a low-key manner, having a meal is considered a ceremony, and it is understandable that the Rong family has such a rule, and Yu Niang also respects Rong Zhiwei's choice, and if she comes, she will be safe.

"Will you go back to the Incense Pavilion in the future?"

Yu Niang asked.

Rong Zhiwei didn't hesitate at all, and smiled: "Yu Niang, don't worry too much, I will definitely go back, the National Teacher's Mansion is my home, and so is the Dian Xiang Pavilion." ”

"Mingyue Pavilion will continue to open."

While a few people were talking and eating, the white cat raised by the National Teacher's Mansion was fluttering on the little spirit butterflies raised by Rong Zhiwei under the table, and they were playing very happily.

Originally, Rong Xing had been serving as the national teacher, and he didn't know when Rong Zhi became the national teacher, so he only stayed in the mansion to accompany Rong Zhiwei.

Summer goes to autumn, autumn goes to winter.

A year later, two new little guys were added to the National Teacher's Mansion, and it seemed that they could be more lively.

I played with my father and mother during the day, and at night I was sent to Rongzhi's yard to disturb Rongzhi.