Zhao Rong led Qingjun through a bamboo forest and into the deep mountain forest, without stopping.

The two of them had nothing to say, one before and one after.

Wherever he went, she followed.

Zhao Rong took Qingjun to the top of the mountain and stepped down the bamboo mountain.

They crossed the warm stream, climbed the Daiyan, passed the empty valley, the fine sunlight leaked through the gap in the leaves, the two walked on the winding path, stepped on the moss-covered stone slabs, trampled sounded, and the valley echoed.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Lingfei searched for the depths of the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden.

At a certain moment, the two people encountered a cliff, and a stream fell, forming a multi-level white waterfall on the cascade cliff fault, like a white ribbon in the sun.

The splash of water splashes in the swaying sunlight, shining clearly, playing a natural vocal music.

The mist fills the riverside, warm as a hot spring, hazy and dreamy, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly pulled Zhao Rong's hand.

The two stopped, and the latter turned back.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly broke away from Zhao Rong's hand, she lowered her head, lifted her skirt lightly with both hands, and trotted to a tree by the stream without saying a word.

Zhao Rong was curious, and even saw Qingjun raise her hand, tiptoeing, holding her skirt in one hand and raising it high in the other, and after a while, she came back with a bunch of small cyan fruits.

Zhao Rong looked at it, and suddenly was in a trance, the fog spread next to this warm stream, the four seasons were like spring, and what Qingjun picked back was the ripe green plum.

Zhao Lingfei raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Rong, then went to the bank of the stream with the green plums in both hands, put the plums into the clear stream, washed them with her hands, and focused her expression.

Zhao Rong held the white jade in his hand, came to her with Qingjing and squatted down, he leaned his head over, and stared at Qingjun's side face without blinking.

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip lightly, her squatting body deviated, avoiding Zhao Rong's "annoying" gaze, and continued to roll up her sleeves, washing her green plums, and acting seriously.

Zhao Rong squatted, walked forward with both hands on his knees, and came to her side again, and the side of the lady, and his body gently squeezed her.

It's like a little milk dog begging for someone.

Zhao Lingfei's eyelashes trembled, although she didn't turn her head to look at Zhao Rong, she didn't dodge.

Her leaning leaning leaning quietly leaned against him.

Zhao Rong smiled happily and continued to look at Zhao Lingfei's side face intently, only feeling that she couldn't get enough of her serious appearance.

He suddenly raised his hand and hooked up a mischievous strand of black hair on the lady's smooth forehead and teased her behind her ear.

It's just that in the process of teasing Zhao Rong's hair, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his finger lightly touched Zhao Lingfei's face.

Soft and warm to the touch.

Qingjun's face seemed to be a little hot, Zhao Rong's heart moved, and after helping her brush her hair, he immediately continued to reach out and probe Zhao Lingfei's cheek.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was washing plums, shrunk her body trembled slightly after being touched by Zhao Rong, her kitten-like alert half-tilted head, squinted at Zhao Rong, and patted the big hand that he was stretching out under her eyelids.

Stop him from doing the trick.

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand in a daze.

Zhao Lingfei raised her chin slightly, and Qiong snorted, but there was still a little blush on her cheeks, which was the rouge on the miscontact point of his finger just now, which had not completely faded.

Zhao Rong only felt that the lady's appearance at this time was cute.

Zhao Lingfei, who was a little proud, looked at her husband who was beaten and stared at her stupidly, and was slightly stunned, and the next second, she hurriedly turned around, not daring to look at this enemy again, Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and stared straight at the green plum that was washed by the spring water in the palm of her hand, and her heart was like being smeared with honey.

She blinked, pinched the smallest green plum in her hand, rested it between her red lips and white teeth, and took a bite gently.

It's very sweet, sweet, and I don't want to get tired of it.

Immediately, Zhao Lingfei held more than a dozen green plums in both hands, held them in front of Zhao Rong, and leaned towards him with her hands.

Zhao Rong stared at the woman in front of her with her hair coiled in her skirt, she was half-tilting her head, a wisp of green silk was held behind her ear, her white and clean little face was full of expectation, and she held the green plum to him to eat, and the water that had just been picked up by the way because she hurriedly took out the green plum from the stream was dripping from the gap in her onion fingers and fell on the full-breasted skirt that she rarely wore once.

Wet skirt, Zhao Lingfei turned a deaf ear, her eyes reflected Zhao Rong, and her expression was expectant.

Zhao Rong frowned, stretched out his hand to Qingjun's hand, and took the water dripping from her fingers with both hands.

Zhao Lingfei opened her hands, and all the green plums fell on his hand to catch the water, she tilted her head and stared at him.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips, moved his hands back to the hem of his clothes, and twisted a plum, but did not eat it immediately.

He looked at the lady.

This was once a unique tacit understanding between the two, and now it has been picked up again.

Yao remembers when he was a child, they like to go to the back mountain to make trouble, Qingjun loves to eat lotus seeds, but he doesn't dare to pick them, she was pricked by the small thorns on the lotus stem handle, it hurts for three days, and she doesn't like the sticky juice when the handle is folded, so Qingjun pulls Zhao Rong's hand and drags him to pick it every time he is greedy, she holds her chin and squats on the bank of the lotus pond and waits.

And Zhao Rong loves to eat green plums, in that period of time when the two had no suspicion, the two often rode bamboo horses together in the spring, and went to the back mountain to pick plums, just like now, Qingjun helped him pick and wash plums every time, and held them for him to taste.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and stared intently at the green plum in his hand and the "green plum" in front of him, all of which were the same as countless times as usual.

He suddenly spoke, "Qingjun." ”

"Huh?"

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and let out a soft nasal voice.

"Just now in Yaji, you don't have to be so ......" Zhao Rong paused, suddenly raised his head and smiled, his eyebrows fluttered, and his tone was half joking and half serious: "Can't you still believe your brother Rong'er? ”

Concubine Zhao Lingfei was slightly stunned, looked at his smile, and then also bloomed with a brilliant smile, "I believe it, I always believe it." ”

Her voice grew louder and her tone was serious.

After the words fell, Zhao Lingfei saw Zhao Rong's puzzled look, she shook her head, "It's just that I still don't want you to change the words, I care about their opinions......"

Zhao Lingfei stared down at the green plum in his hand, and smiled gently.

"I care about this time, I care about it next time, I care about it every time, so is it the two of us who live or live for them?"

Zhao Rong was silent, and after a moment, he nodded vigorously.

Subsequently.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

Concubine Zhao raised her hand and pushed Zhao Rong's hand holding the plum again.

Zhao Rong smiled, picked up another green plum, and took a bite, but at this time, he frowned slightly.

"What's wrong. ”

Concubine Zhao Lingfei also frowned.

Zhao Rong glanced at her, handed over a whole plum, and put it next to her mouth.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei didn't think about it, her pink and tender lips came into contact with the cyan plum, and she took a bite lightly, and she said inarticulately: "Hmm, it's sweet...... Not. ”

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand, took a bite as well, and nodded, "Well, this one is really sweet." ”

After that, before Zhao Lingfei could react, he devoured all the plum flesh of the "sweet plum" she had bitten, threw the core into his mouth, smashed it, and spit it out.

Zhao Lingfei: "............"

Zhao Rong blinked.

Zhao Lingfei's eyes widened.