"Alright, don't be angry. ”

Zhao Rong turned his back and whispered to his Qingjun.

Zhao Lingfei didn't move, staring at the stream falling from the cliff with a slightly cold face, not wanting to look back at the getting worse and worse Brother Rong'er.

In fact, she was so ashamed that she wanted to run away directly, just like the previous times, but after bringing him back on Yaji before, she whispered to Brother Rong'er that she wouldn't be petty casually.

So he was reluctant to leave him and run.

But when Zhao Lingfei thought of Zhao Rong eating the green plum she had bitten just now, her face was hot, and it was full of saliva...... You, don't you dislike it?

Looking at Qingjun's back, Zhao Rong was a little nerve-wracked, and he sighed.

"Alas, Qingjun, it's me who didn't think it through, didn't take into account your feelings, I was wrong, too selfish...... Oh, this is for you, I took a bite of it, gave it to you, and the two of us were even. ”

Zhao Rong was sincere, and handed a bitten plum to her from behind.

When Zhao Lingfei heard this, her eyes subconsciously glanced down, her shoulders shook, and she almost broke her skills, she couldn't help laughing, and quickly snorted with a stiff face.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly turned around, snatched the plum from his hand, and made a gesture to throw it.

Zhao Rong's hands subconsciously stretched forward to connect.

Where is Concubine Zhao willing to throw it, seeing his anxious appearance, the ice on his face melted a little.

She reached out and stuffed Qingmei into Zhao Rong's mouth.

The latter's face was happy, and he pouted softly, obediently accepting the "feeding" of the lady.

Seeing this, Zhao Lingfei's eyelids raised slightly, still expressionless, but her hands moved gently, and Qianqiansu twisted up the green plums she had carefully washed, fed them to her husband, and supervised him to finish eating, and was not allowed to make any more troubles.

During this period, Zhao Rong blinked, and she twisted the white fingers of the plum in her mouth, and leaned her head forward, but this careful thinking was still seen through by Qingjun, who had already been vigilant, and before he could close his mouth, she sensitively pulled out her fingers.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at Zhao Rong.

He was not embarrassed, and looked at the girl's posture with a bright smile.

Soon, Qingmei was eaten by Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei looked at him, hesitated for a while, and finally raised her hand, and took the initiative to extend the green onion finger that Zhao Rong didn't eat just now to the corner of his lips, and wiped Zhao Rong's mouth.

Staring at the considerate and gentle lady who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, Zhao Rong smiled happily.

He turned his head slightly to look at the warm stream at the right depth on the side, and his eyes lit up.

In the next second, Zhao Rong grabbed Zhao Lingfei's hand to wipe his mouth, his lips tapped her fingertips, and then pulled Zhao Lingfei to the lakeside, "Qingjun, follow me." ”

"Brother Rong'er, you slow down. ”

On the shore of the lake, Zhao Rong nodded without looking back, squatting down without stopping, he rolled up his trousers familiarly, took off his boots and socks, took a step forward, and stepped into the stream barefoot.

At this time, the afternoon sun fell into this valley, covered with this section of clear stream, not far from the white waterfall falling from the cliff at the top of the valley, stirred up bursts of mist, permeating this lakeside, Zhao Rong was in it, under the illumination of the sun, the mist was hazy, and the smile on his face, Zhao Lingfei felt that it was more dazzling than the sun.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei looked at this scene and was stunned.

"Come down Qingjun, the water temperature here is just right, hiss, comfortable, the goose soft stone here doesn't seem to be as slippery as in the spring water behind our house, you come down quickly." ”

Zhao Rong stood in the stream, stepping on the warm and comfortable soft stones with his bare feet, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Lingfei who was standing on the shore.

When they were young, they often soaked and fished in an unknown spring in the back mountain of the Duke's Palace.

At this time, Zhao Lingfei's expression was a little tangled, she took Zhao Rong's hand, squatted down gently, bit her lower lip and thought for a while, and shook her head reservedly.

"Still no, Brother Rong'er, you can play, I'm here to watch. ”

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to say, "If you don't come down, what am I playing?" but this sentence was easy to cause ambiguity and scared Qingjun away, so he swallowed it.

Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun, she was squatting on the shore, her face buried in the middle of her knees, staring at him with bright eyes, and when she found him looking, Qingjun held his hand and shook it gently.

Zhao Rong saw the lady's appearance of wanting to play but being shy, and said softly, "It's okay, stupid, there are no outsiders here, it doesn't matter if the slippers are there." ”

Concubine Zhao Ling's buried head still shook it, and after being quiet for a while, she said in a voice: "Brother Rong'er, my feet are not good-looking, they have not been wrapped in cloth, and they are not as beautiful as those little feet in the book...... Don't look at it. ”

Zhao Rong was speechless, "Stupid lady, I don't care about this, as long as it's yours, I like it, cough cough, lady, your feet shouldn't smell like that, right? ”

Zhao Lingfei raised her head and glared at him, waved Zhao Rong's hand vigorously, and said angrily: "No, you have smelly feet." ”

Zhao Rong shook his head, "I don't believe it, let my husband check it." ”

Zhao Lingfei buried her head and didn't reply, and ignored him anymore.

Zhao Rong persuaded him a few more times, but it still didn't work, he sighed lightly, stepped on the stream, sat on the bank, and stuck to Qingjun.

Zhao Rong sniffed the good smell on the lady's body and felt her body temperature.

Zhao Rong knew that Qingjun didn't want to take off his shoes and go into the water, in addition to the fact that his feet were private parts for women, but also because he was afraid of being seen and destroying the beautiful image in his husband's heart.

In fact, he didn't care about this, anyway, he didn't know how many times he had seen it when he was a child, Zhao Rong just wanted to relive the childlike fun of childhood with her.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at Qingjun, it was not a way to make her shy all the time, she couldn't let him touch it in the future, but, women, it was to be coaxed, and if she coaxed more, maybe there would be a chance, such as a trick that circulated in Zhao Rong's memory in her previous life: I will rub it and not go in......

Moreover, Zhao Rong secretly thought at first, whether he could get back the symbolic ink-colored jade plate today.

Just looking at the current progress and Qingjun's reserved attitude, it is estimated that it is difficult, and I have to think of a way......

Suddenly, his gaze paused and stopped on the wooden hairpin that Qingjun had coiled his hair.

Zhao Rong's expression moved, and he suddenly remembered something that his mother had left behind that had been pressing the bottom of the box for a long time.

He immediately took off the Sumeru object from his neck, rummaged intently for a while, and took something out of it.

"Qingjun. ”

"Hmm...... Huh?" As soon as Concubine Zhao Lingfei, who was buried in her knees, answered, she suddenly felt that the wooden hairpin on her head was pulled out in an instant.

Zhao Lingfei raised her head suddenly, and the green silk on her head that had lost the fixation of the wooden hairpin was scattered smoothly and like a waterfall, and she frowned and wanted to stare at Brother Rong'er, but in the next second, when the object in Zhao Rong's hand came into view, Zhao Lingfei's eyes instantly widened.

She stared at the jade hosta that was extremely familiar in her memory, opened and closed her small mouth several times, and finally said, "This, this is Aunt Liu's ......"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded, "My mother gave it to me before leaving, she said that you like it, and I must give it to you personally after I get married." ”

When Concubine Zhao heard this, her eyes trembled, this is the hairpin that Aunt Liu has been wearing before her death, she has been coveting it for a long time when she was a child, not because of how good-looking it is, but because it has a similar significance to the pair of love jade plates she carried on her at this time.

Zhao Rong stared at Qingjun with his hair scattered in front of him, "You know, my mother said that this is a hairpin that has been handed down from our family, my father gave it to my mother, and my grandfather gave it to my grandmother...... I don't know how many generations it has passed. ”

Zhao Lingfei stared intently at the jade hosta that symbolized the identity of the only wife, she subconsciously stretched out her hand, stopped in mid-air, raised her head, stared at Zhao Rong with her eyes blank, her voice was subtle, but her tone was unusually serious: "Mine, mine, I want to ......"

Zhao Rong looked at the woman in front of him, and had no doubt that if he dared not give her the hosta, she would stab him to death with a sword in the next second, and then die together.

Under the gaze of Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhao Rong suddenly leaned forward.

Zhao Lingfei seemed to realize something, let him get closer, and did not dodge.

She slowly closed her eyes and lifted her chin slightly, her eyelashes fluttering.

The woman felt a little aggrieved in her heart, why are you in such a hurry, and you want to bully me again, can't you be "good" slowly......

It's just that when Zhao Lingfei thought of the hosta that she was thinking about, she didn't dare to resist at this time, but the sense of grievance in her heart became heavier and heavier, complaining about why she was so useless in front of Brother Rong'er, she cared so much about what that hairpin was doing, and she was pinched to death by him and bullied at will......

Zhao Lingfei thought so, and three breaths had passed, but the bad guy in front of her did not move for a long time, and there was no touch on his lips, nor did she smell the breath exhaled from his mouth and nose.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes strangely and found that Zhao Rong was looking at her with a smile.

Before Concubine Zhao Ling could be embarrassed, Zhao Rong had already shook his head and said softly, "Stupid, what kind of mess do you want...... Turn around quickly, with your back to me, and I'm going to plug in. ”

He raised his hand and waved the jade hosta in his hand and gestured.

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In the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, there is a halfway up the mountain.

Not long ago, the elegant gathering, which was very lively, has ended early.

The crowd scattered in groups of twos and threes.

Green Bead was humming a little song, and followed the sisters to clean up the utensils on the Yaji.

At a certain moment, she looked in the direction where Zhao Rong had left not long ago.

Lu Zhu had a lot of thoughts in her heart, and she remembered the song she "made" by mistake, and smiled, thinking about going to talk to the little fox demon in red clothes another day, she seemed to like to listen to Confucianism......