"Ze'er, Run'er, where are you hiding, why can't my aunt find it?" Rong Zhao looked at the two little guys hiding behind the tree, and smiled secretly, these two little things, playing hide and seek, still have to hide together.

She didn't go directly behind the tree to pick them up, and pretended to look around, as if she didn't see them.

"These two little guys, are they invisible? Why can't they be found anywhere?" Rong Zhao shouted behind the tree: "Okay, okay, Aunt Sixth admits defeat, you guys come out quickly." ”

"Haha, where are we here, Sixth Aunt. Two little ones leaned out from behind the tree, one left and one right, "You can't find it, can you?"

"Whoever made you two so clever, my aunt didn't expect you to hide behind a tree. Rong Zhao beckoned to them, "Come here, you're tired of playing, rest for a while." ”

The two children rushed towards her happily like flying butterflies, the children's voices were soft, Rong Run took Rong Zhao's hand and tilted his head, "Auntie, I haven't played enough." ”

"You see you're sweating, and your little face is red, take a rest and drink saliva, okay?" Rong Zhao squatted down and wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, "Drink saliva, rest for a while, and let's continue playing." ”

Rong Ze downstairs on Rong Run's shoulder and joked: "Brother, take a rest, we are not tired, but my aunt is tired, she is old." ”

"You little villain, you dare to say that your aunt is too old to give you anything to eat. Rong Zhao scratched his nose.

Rong Ze grinned, "My aunt is a little older than me and my brother. ”

Rong Zhao nodded, "Well, you're right, my aunt is old." ”

"But my aunt is beautiful, and age is not a problem. Rong Ze's mouth is sweet.

Rong Zhao smiled, "Xiaozui really knows how to say." ”

Rong Run was soft and cute, hugged Rong Zhao's thighs, and put his chin up, "Let's play for a while, aunt, let's play eagles to catch chickens, you are a hen, I am a chicken, and my brother is an eagle." ”

"Okay, let's play once, if you catch it, you have to rest, it's time for lunch, and my aunt asked the kitchen to cook a lot of delicious food for you." "Rong Zhao spoils the child, where should she be so spoiled.

As soon as Xiao Junjue came in, he saw Rong Zhao like a child and crazy with a child, such a big person, he can still play with a child of a few years, he is simply a child king.

"Oh, grabbed, caught. When Rong Zhao saw Xiao Junjue, he lost his mind, didn't protect Rong Run, and let Rong Ze catch him.

Rong Zhao gasped and panted: "Okay, okay, catch it, don't play, I'm tired." ”

Rong Run pouted, "Auntie is so stupid." ”

"My aunt is too old to run. Rong Zhao pinched his little face and beckoned Qiushui and Lonely Crane, "Qiushui, Lonely Crane, take them down to wash their faces." ”

Xiao Junjue walked up to Rong Zhao's side, "Look at you, like a child, it's really crazy." ”

Rong Zhao showed his white teeth and said with a smile: "It's unfortunate that you saw it." ”

"I like children very much?" Xiao Junjue asked as she wiped her sweat. He was suspicious, it seemed that she liked children very much, why did she say that she didn't want children?

Rong Zhao didn't care, and said casually: "I like it, children are the purest in the world, and with them, there are no more troubles." ”

She took Xiao Junjue's arm and walked into the house, "Are you busy with official business today?" ”

"It's not hard, it's just some trivial things on patrol, and I can handle it. Xiao Junjue looked at Rong Zhao sideways, "By the way, I met your eldest cousin today, and he asked when you were going to the Protector's Mansion?"

Rong Zhao pursed his lips and smiled, "Let's go home in a few days, anyway, I have to go home for a few days." ”

Xiao Junjue froze for a moment, Rong Zhao smiled on the side of his face, and his heart was warm, home, what a warm word.

She clenched Rong Zhao's hand, "I'll accompany you in a few days." ”

This meal was very warm, watching Rong Zhao take care of the two children carefully, Xiao Junjue felt that there was a feeling of family, a family, a wife, a husband, a son and a daughter, it was complete.

He suddenly yearned for something, but ······ He remembered what Rong Zhao said that day, and still buried this thought in his heart.

Back in the Chu Palace, Rong Zhao didn't stop, seeing that it was Emperor Xiaojing's birthday, she was busy looking for a gift that was very suitable for Emperor Xiaojing's heart.

I chose for several days and didn't find the one I liked, it was too good, it was too expensive, it was cheaper, and I couldn't look at it, it was either flashy, or there was no novelty, but it bothered her.

Xiao Junjue naturally doesn't take these things to heart, he goes out early and returns late these days, and the time to accompany her is getting less and less.

It was very late on this day, Xiao Junjue had not come back, Rong Zhao had nothing to do to paint, and I don't know how long it took to paint, it was probably late at night, and she finished painting.

It was a picture of flowers blooming and rich, eight peonies of different colors jumped on the paper, Rong Zhao was quite satisfied, it was in vain that she had been obsessed with this in the past few years, she was so intoxicated, and it was nothing more than because she liked Xiao Junjue.

She finished painting, and Xiao Junjue also came back. I saw her standing in front of the desk, holding a pen in her hand, frowning, and muttering something in her mouth. Even when I heard him come in, I glanced at him and thought deeply.

Xiao Junjue walked over slowly without squeaking, and when she walked next to her, she noticed the painting on the table, the large peony flowers were bright and eye-catching, intersecting with the green leaves, the petals were distinct, the colors were gradual, and the subtleties could be seen that the painting was profound.

"Good drawing. He commented.

Rong Zhao slanted at him, "It's just good?" She rubbed her wrist, "I've been drawing for hours, so I'll change you for a good sentence?"

Xiao Junjue smiled and said, "Very good, very good." ”

Rong Zhao smiled with satisfaction, and asked with concern, "Have you eaten at night?"

Xiao Junjue said: "Eat, I didn't let the Nighthawk come back and tell you that I was eating outside." ”

"He's saying it, but I'm going to ask too, and if you don't eat, I'll let someone do it. It can be said that Rong Zhao is really a good wife, and she is considerate of Xiao Junjue almost everywhere.

Such a good wife, even a stubborn stone will soften, Xiao Junjue feels that every day with Rong Zhao is good.

He looked at Rong Zhao, who was only wearing a translucent gauze dress, and the lust in his heart gradually rose, hugging her back and kissing her all the way from her earlobe to her shoulder.

"Don't make a fuss, I'm not done yet. Rong Zhao pushed his head away, frowned again, and looked at the painting silently.

Rong Zhao almost never rejected him, but he was rejected suddenly, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, "What makes you so worried?"

Rong Zhao pursed his lips, "I don't know what poem is inscribed." With a twist of inspiration, she stuffed the pen into Xiao Junjue's hand, and said sweetly: "Since the prince is here, I will trouble the prince to relieve the concubine's worries." ”

Looking at the ink pen stuffed in his hand, Xiao Junjue didn't know what to say, it seems that although his painting skills have improved a lot, his knowledge of poetry and writing has not grown much.

looked at the painting and thought about it, then stared at Rong Zhao for a while, and saw that she was inexplicably able to put pen and ink on the painting. He writes a word and she reads a word, "Only the true national color is revealed, and the long song is moved when the flowers bloom." ”

Rong Zhao slapped him, "When will you be so flattering?"

Xiao Junjue chuckled, grabbed her hand, gently hugged her into her arms, was in a very happy mood, and kissed her little hand. But soon his expression changed, and he said: "Isn't Zhaozhao the national color and heavenly fragrance? Who in Beijing doesn't know that the princess of the Chu Palace's country is unparalleled and the country is captivating? ”

Today, he was invited to go down to the Xiangmanlou with all the princes and ministers, and during the banquet, some ministers were drunk, and they talked crazy, and even said some covetous words about Rong Zhao. This was what the official said at the time.

Rong Zhao couldn't help but stare at him, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and then dragged him to smell the smell on his body, "You didn't learn this from anyone, did you?"

"A lot of people say it, and I hear it. Xiao Junjue was reluctant to relay what the official said to her.

He changed the subject: "Do you like peonies very much?"

Rong Zhao looked at the undried words on the painting and said: "I like it, but it is different from the angle of others' appreciation, everyone in the world has seen its grace and luxury, but I love it alone, and its lonely temperament is incomparable." ”

She chanted slowly: "Expelled from the west to degrade Luoyang, and the heart of Gaoli is overwhelming. shoveling the roots of the scorched bones and absurd things, provoking the poet to say that the martial emperor. ”

looked at Xiao Junjue, "Emperor Wu ordered a hundred flowers to bloom, and a hundred flowers were taken at this fate, opening overnight, and the single peony did not violate the season, and it did not bloom." In a fit of rage, Emperor Wu demoted Peony out of Chang'an, sent it to Luoyang, and burned him at the stake. Peony suffered from this calamity, the body is like charcoal but the roots and branches are not scattered, standing upright in the severe cold, when the spring breeze blows vigorously in the coming year, the flowers bloom more brightly, known as the scorched bone peony. I like its elegance and luxury, and I like its independence and arrogance. To put it bluntly, I just like its domineering character, just like me. I feel as if this flower was born for me, no, not as if, or for me. ”

When Rong Zhao said this, the whole person seemed to be a pearl, bright and bright, and Xiao Junjue's eyes became brighter and brighter.

For some reason, looking at such Rong Zhao, his throbbing heart seemed to be about to burst out, and most importantly, at this moment, he just wanted to conquer her, conquer her fiercely.

Xiao Junjue hugged her horizontally, with an evil smile on the corner of her mouth, "The peony flower dies, and there is a ghost to be romantic, since you are a peony, this king has no choice but to be a ghost." ”

On the second day, Rong Zhao woke up and only felt a sore back and back, this martial artist is really a brute force, the most able to toss people, Rong Zhao turned over, thinking that his side was empty, but unexpectedly Xiao Junjue did not leave.

"Rest today. He didn't need Rong Zhao to ask, he answered. He woke up a quarter of an hour before her, and watched her fall asleep, and he also felt that it was a good thing, and he felt very relieved.

He stretched out his hand and hugged Rong Zhao, "Go to sleep, I'll accompany you, I haven't been with you for a long time, and I'll be with you all day today." ”

Rong Zhao nodded happily and threw himself into his arms, but he only enjoyed a quarter of an hour in his arms before he suddenly opened his eyes, "No, I can't sleep, today I asked the second sister to choose a dowry for Rong Wan." ”