Well?

Zhao Rong's eyes were quick, he reached out and grabbed this thin piece of fabric before it hit the ground.

What is it?

Zhao Rong was curious, only feeling that the cloth was light and thin, and the touch was smooth and silky.

He grabbed the fabric with his right hand, and didn't look at it for the first time, but put on the robe with his left hand, and after freeing his hand, he loosened his fist with his right hand, and spread out the strange piece of cloth, revealing his true face.

I saw that it was a small piece of silk flake, which was diamond-shaped, the silk surface was smooth and fine, the color was a rare milky white, and there was a slim green lotus embroidered on it, and the green and white were quite conspicuous.

Zhao Rong was quite puzzled at first glance, but when he saw a few thin straps hanging down on both sides of the cloth, he was slightly stunned, and then his eyes gradually widened.

The room was silent, and Zhao Rong stood alone in front of the table, staring at the "autumn clothes" sent by Qingjun in his hand without blinking.

Zhao Rong suddenly sighed and shook his head, "Hey, why is Qingjun so careless, this private thing is jammed ......"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the empty house, the moonlight outside the window was cold, and occasionally a few insects in the courtyard came.

"Ahem. ”

Zhao Rong stopped speaking, his eyes also stopped on the bright moon outside the window, his face gradually became strange, he didn't bow his head, but his three fingers were slightly forced, and he carefully twisted Zhao Lingfei's close-fitting clothes.

After a while.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look down again, he blinked, opened his belly pocket again, looked carefully, and suddenly, his eyes were on a certain place.

It was a line of small letters, embroidered with colored silk threads.

"Qingqing Zijin...... Relax my heart. ”

Zhao Rong muttered to himself and pursed his lips in silence.

He remembered that he met her for the "first time" in the Four Seasons Hall of Taiqing Sifu that day, and he happened to be a student Qingjin.

It's your collar that's green, and it's my state of mind.

But for Zhao Rong, this love poem, with the method of "fu", has a deeper meaning, which is clear at a glance.

He couldn't help but think of Qingjun's upturned eyebrows and eyes, and his squinting autumn eyes.

She smiled like a flower.

Brother Rong'er, do you know, I think about you all the time these days, and your shadow always appears in front of me.

If you don't see it for a day, it's already three autumns.

Zhao Rong looked down again.

This line of words is exactly located on the right side of the belly pocket, and his thoughts turned, according to Qingjun's shaved figure, if he wore this pure white belly pocket embroidered with a cold lotus, the jade back was tied with a thin belt, and the canteen of the two of their sons was larger, supporting the fabric somewhere...... This line of words is exactly located in Qingjun's heart.

How is this different from embroidering his name?

It's just a little more shy.

"My heart ......"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but think lightly again, and then, he couldn't help but come to his senses again.

He misses her too.

During the day, Qingjun asked him how much he liked her.

The best of my life.

Zhao Rong did not hesitate at that time.

Regardless of whether Qingjun was looking at his heart lake polygraph at that time, he would answer like this, because this is the answer, with a clear conscience.

Zhao Rong asked himself, Qingjun and Xiaoxiao, who he liked more.

If he came to Duyou City to find Qingjun on the way, especially after making a lifelong relationship with Xiaoxiao, Zhao Rong was still vague and even hesitant.

However, when he was at the foot of the secluded mountain, he chose to run desperately and take Qingjun's hand; when he kissed her secretly in the Four Seasons Hall, she blushed and bowed her head; when he was outside Qinglian Xuan, Qingjun grabbed him with cold outside and hot inside, kissed him, and offered his first lips.

Zhao Rong felt that he had already asked his heart.

The two of them went from two young bamboo horses and green plums who had no guesses to the old white heads who held the hands of their sons, and they were close to life and death.

She is the bright moon above the nine heavens, forever in my heart.

The affection of the little stupid girl cannot be disappointed, and Qingjun's affection is even more difficult for him to bear.

Qingjun's affection is cold moonlight on the surface, but in fact, it is disguised by the scorching sun!

Just like now, the close-fitting belly pocket with embroidered words in his hand, in addition, Zhao Rong has inadvertently felt the asymmetrical Confucian shirt with sleeves, Bai Xipa embroidered with a fat duck, etc., and she has done it silently for him over the years, and he doesn't know how much.

For some reason, Zhao Rong suddenly became curious about Qingjun's boudoir, and he didn't know how much affection was hidden there.

Because of such a fiery affection, in the morning, after seeing her rushing to please her in a panic, he "monkey anxiously" pulled Qingjun to drill the grove.

Zhao Rong wants it all, but in the face of such a Qingjun, he is calm on the surface, but he feels more and more guilty in his heart, and he doesn't want to hide it anymore, even in Zhao Rong's opinion, the current time to confess to her is still not ripe......

But he was afraid that he would regret it in the next second, so he hurriedly took Qingjun into the grove and met her.

Let Qingjun take a look at his heart lake.

It's just that Zhao Rong doesn't know if she has seen it or what she has seen......

Not much.

A gust of night breeze broke into the house, and the soft flowing fabric and delicate ribbon in the hand flew in the wind.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, he went and closed the window, and then looked down at the special autumn coat in his hand, which seemed to be a special autumn coat carefully prepared for him by the lady to protect him from the cold at night.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly.

So, in this way, this shouldn't be accidentally brought in by Qingjun, right?

Could it be that in her boudoir, Qingjun stacked her underwear with the clothes she knitted for him?

Ahem, this is also an excuse to reply that the lady may be embarrassed and gritted her teeth when she asks her back.

Zhao Rong thought amusedly, a little looking forward to meeting Qingjun next time, and asked her about it, Qingjun's reaction, presumably her expression should be very exciting, right?

At the same time, Zhao Rong was a little abrupt, and in the morning, when Qingjun stuffed the cloth bag to him before leaving, he told him not to lose it, cough cough, if he lost it, the blood loss was small, and he estimated that he would have to be killed by Qingjun with a sword to vent his anger.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look down at the pure white belly pocket of the lotus flower, Qingjun was not a white lotus who didn't know anything, and he thought about it, after all, after wearing a wedding dress, many of the "professional knowledge" of the night in the cave room should have been told to her by experienced women in the Duke's Mansion.

Thinking of this, he frowned, saying that this belly pocket, will the lady ......

Zhao Rong pinched both sides of his belly pocket with both hands, quietly lowered his head, "checked" it, put it aside, and immediately raised his head.

Zhao Rong shook his head and laughed, and at the same time scolded secretly, muttering: "Zhao Ziyu, who really has you, think about what you don't have." ”

He had just sniffed it, it was full of fragrance, and he tasted it.

There is indeed some Qingjun's unique jasmine fragrance, and that special virgin fragrance, but there is only one wisp, more of a refreshing fragrance similar to agarwood.

Come to think of it, according to Qingjun's temperament, he can take the initiative to give this special autumn coat to protect him from the cold when he reads at night, and when he is uncomfortable, he can pour hot water for him to drink in person instead of her plain hands, which is already good.

And it seems that this carefully selected underwear was washed and washed, and it was smoked with incense, and it was clean, so I was ashamed of the peace of mind of the flowers, and accidentally "misplaced" the position.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, sensing the warmth and thoughtfulness of the lady, but he still sighed lightly, if Qingjun was in front of him at this time, Zhao Rong wanted to tell her very seriously, there was no need to be so troublesome, it didn't matter if it was dirty or not, he could do it, not picky.

Ahem, in fact, the original flavor is secondary, the important thing is to feel sorry for Qingjun's hard work, he can actually help with washing and incense, and it's not so difficult, so I don't believe in my husband, she just worries too much......

Zhao Rong pinched his belly pocket and sighed regretfully, while complaining that the lady was a little too virtuous.

Gradually, he felt that a fire seemed to be brewing in his lower abdomen, and his qi and blood were boiling even more......

Zhao Rong subconsciously looked sideways to the left and right, it was late in the wee hours of the morning, and it was autumn again, and it was quiet inside and outside the house, which was a good time to do things.

His gaze lingered on the pure white belly pocket of the lotus flower for a while, and he bowed his head slightly, it was indeed time to do something, he had been waiting for several days, and he couldn't delay any longer, and it happened to be the intimate help of Qingjun......

In the next second, Zhao Rong clenched his fist, grabbed the lady's belly pocket, and walked towards the bed......

After nine breaths.

Zhao Rong turned back from the bed, returned to the open space in the middle of the house, and continued to clench his fists and walk the pile, Qingjun's belly pocket had been carefully hidden by him.

It is just right to use the vision of the red snake boiling caused by the bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge, and the fire of the qi and blood burning in the lower abdomen just now, to meditatively impact the meridians.

The chicken must not be wet, and the wetness will not come again.

Qingjun is virtuous, she can't let her efforts go to waste, today my husband and I will definitely break the two more strange scriptures and eight veins!

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Rong kept walking the pile and began to rush the pulse.

Riding the dragon upside down, piercing the sword furnace, squeezing the elbow, one step, lazy and tied......

"Negative Mountain" five-style boxing pile repeats itself.

Thanks to the fist piles that have been countless days and nights thousands of times, now the piles have become a subconscious behavior, flowing smoothly and naturally, and there is almost no need to divide Zhao Rong's mind.

He closed his eyes and looked inward, his mind fully immersed in the meridians in his body, guiding the red snake to accumulate momentum and hit the next dam.

The next goal is to break the "Yang Stilt Vein".

About half a pillar of incense, Zhao Rong, who closed his eyes and punched, gathered his brows slightly.

He was shocking for some reason, vaguely uneasy.

It's not the wrong idea to get in touch with Qingjun's underwear, reading every night, getting up early, and insisting on reading and practicing boxing for so long, Zhao Rong still has this bit of self-control, and he won't be small and wet.

As long as it wasn't for the emotions he had when he was with Qingjun and Xiao Xiaowen, he could easily restrain himself in other situations, which was also the self-discipline he cultivated when he was enlightened in the late stage of the university in his previous life......

So what is it that affects the mind?

Or, what is it that makes him "relax my heart"?