Inexistent.

However, the relationship between the two people is indeed a step further.

At least now, Rong Xing can freely enter and exit the inner courtyard of the Dian Xiang Pavilion, even if he does something out of the ordinary, he will no longer be slapped by her.

There are many things that are more out of line, such as he can hold her hand, hug her, hug her, rub her hair...

Rong Xing felt that he and his Rong'er were actually a matter of course, and if she insisted on going on like this, she would always agree.

And Rong Xing also succeeded in making the emperor dispel the idea of bringing Luo Wanqin into the palace, and instead gave him the king of Zhennan to marry.

The king of Zhennan holds half of the military power, and if he marries the daughter of an important minister in the court, his status and rights threaten him, it is better to let him marry a woman who has no status, rights and power.

Rong Zhiwei's idea is this, but she doesn't know how Rong Xing operates it.

So, Luo Wanqin and King Zhennan were very happy to make a marriage contract, waiting to pick a good day and an auspicious day to complete the marriage.

Although Luo Wanqin is the first Qing of the Dian Xiang Pavilion, Rong Zhiwei has never signed a deed of sale with Luo Wanqin in the general Goolan Courtyard, she calls her master, and the two are like master servants and friends.

On a rare rainy day in spring, pedestrians on the street hurried by, and there were not many guests in the Mingyue Pavilion that was originally opened on seven days, but there are fewer and fewer today.

Rong Zhiwei was dressed in purple, and in the room behind the wall, she nestled comfortably in a bed and chair and played with her little spirit butterfly.

Rong Xing stretched out his hand to open the curtain and walked in from outside the door of the room.

In just half a month, he went from free access to the Incense Pavilion to free access to the Mingyue Pavilion.

He sat down beside her leisurely, and also wanted to reach out to tease the little spirit butterfly, but as soon as he stretched out a hand, the spirit butterfly quietly landed on his fingertips, flapping its beautiful wings twice.

"Rong'er, I don't think there are any guests here today, why don't we go out and have fun?"

Rong Zhiwei yawned lazily: "It's raining, where are you going?" ”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Do you want to go to your future home to have a look?" ”

"Huh?" She didn't understand what he meant.

"National Teacher's Mansion."

In the capital, there are two mysterious people and places.

One of them is the silver-haired, white-clothed, handsome, and unfathomable National Teacher, as well as the National Teacher's Mansion.

The second is the Bright Moon Pavilion Lord, who sells information on the seventh day, and the Bright Moon Pavilion.

Rong Zhiwei felt that since he had finished visiting his Mingyue Pavilion and was still going in and out as if it were his own home, he would really be sorry for his Mingyue Pavilion if he didn't visit the National Teacher's Mansion.

So, the stupid Mingyue Pavilion Lord was gently coaxed, and followed the National Teacher back to the National Teacher's Mansion, completely ignoring what he said in the previous sentence: Your future home.

Then, for the first time, the Bright Moon Pavilion closed its doors early and did not open until late at night.

It was also this time that Rong Zhiwei experienced the level of light skills of the National Teacher.

His silver hair was too conspicuous to walk around the streets, and it was still raining, and the location of the National Teacher's Mansion was relatively difficult to find, and it was an extremely quiet and remote place.

The two of them summed it up, and as soon as Rong Zhiwei opened the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, Rong Xing picked her up horizontally in her arms. She held an umbrella for the two of them to shelter from the rain, and he used light skills to find another way to go to the National Teacher's Mansion.

"Why do you want to go to the rooftop?"

"No one is on the roof."

"Can't you just change the way to a normal point?"

"Of course, light work has to fly the eaves and walk the wall."

Rong Zhiwei then understood why his clothes were always pure white and white, and sometimes white shoes were not black.

It turned out that it was because he had been walking on the roof...

After successfully arriving at the National Teacher's Mansion, the two of them landed steadily from the roof and did not open the gate at all.

Only then did Rong Zhiwei know why the national teacher could be so mysterious.

Because... There are no slaves in the National Teacher's Mansion!

Rong Xing held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, held her hand with the other, and led her from the front yard to the inside.

Passing through the circular courtyard wall, walking through the verandah, and then passing by a pond, he pulled Rong Zhiwei into a room in the inner courtyard.

"How? Isn't it bad to live in the future? ”

He folded his oil-paper umbrella and leaned against the door, a small smile on his lips as he looked at her.

Rong Zhiwei looked all the way, stood beside him and didn't move, and bowed her head lightly when she heard the words: "It's not bad, it's quiet." ”

After a two-second pause, she blushed: "Who said I was going to marry you?!" ”

Rong Xing raised his eyebrows, a rare uninhibited smile on his lips, turned around and pressed her beside him into the corner, looked at her red cheeks and helpless eyes, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

The dragonfly kissed like water, but as soon as she met him, she left: "Since you are my destined person, you can only marry me, and there is no other choice." ”

Rong Zhiwei was at a loss at first, but after reacting, she was a little angry, and her cheeks were red: "Rong Xing!" ”

"I'll be happier if you call me a father-in-law."

"You're going too far!"

With that, she pushed him away and walked inside, sitting down in her chair with a huff.

Rong Xing took out the folding fan from his sleeve, opened it with a snap, smiled contentedly, and knew that her temper would not really be angry with herself, so he walked to her side and sat on the chair across the table to her right.

"Ahh

She let out a sudden exclamation and almost jumped out of her chair.

"What's wrong?" He asked busily.

"Under the chair... Why is there a cat lying on your stomach... Suddenly came out and scared me. ”

He looked down at her feet, where a pure white-haired cat was standing at her feet, squinting and rubbing against her ankles.

Seeing such a scene, the smile on the corner of Rong Xing's lips grew: "My cat is very pleased with you, and it doesn't like to contact others on weekdays." ”

"Really?"

Seeing that the cat was so willing to get close to her, Rong Zhiwei took the initiative to reach out and touch it, and then hugged it into her arms at her feet, let it lie on her lap, and slowly smoothed its fur.

"Yes, that's up to me."

Walkway.

“......”

Foul! How can he be so flirtatious!

She didn't dare to look at his eyes anymore, diverted her gaze and topic, pretended to concentrate on petting the cat, and casually mentioned: "Why didn't you see the other one?" ”

Rong Xing poured a cup of tea from the teapot on the table and put it next to her: "Rong'er is asking my brother?" He was in another courtyard, and he liked to study the art of divination quietly. ”

"Oh..."

She nodded knowingly.

"After my father and mother and my younger brother took up the position of national teacher, they left the capital and traveled around, and the rest of the Rong family were not here."

"So... This is also the reason why there are no subordinates in the National Teacher's Mansion? "The rules of the Rong family are really strange.

She picked up the cup of tea he had poured for her and took a sip.

"Well... There are still some, one housekeeper and two cooks. ”