Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were sparkling and staring at Zhao Rong's eyes, speechless.

His eyes were gentle, and in his lacquer-like eyes, it was all her at this moment, and there was no one else.

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between the Nine Heavens of Kunpeng Continent in the North and the distance from the south to the South Xiaoyao Continent, not death and life, not that I am standing in front of you, but you don't know that I love you.

And with an indifferent heart, a chasm built for those who love you.

Now.

This gulf has been crossed.

In the heart lake of Zhao Lingfei's lotus pond, the lotus flowers are in full bloom, the green plums are singing, and the bamboo horses are jubilant.

The living water in his heart lake seemed to pour out of the air, moistening her parched heart lake and slowly washing away the sedimented silt......

Zhao Lingfei's hand, which was originally hanging by her side, slowly lifted it up, hugged him, hugged him tightly.

It's hard to help yourself.

Zhao Rong also put down the hand holding her face and hugged Zhao Lingfei into his arms.

In the autumn wind, under the warm sun, the two hugged each other, still against their foreheads, silent, and did not need to be sound.

For no word is as powerful as action.

Their hearts are close to their hearts, and the heart lake is in front of each other's eyes, like a rainbow in a lake, flowing with colorful colors, from time to time some illusory bubbles, flowing light and shadow appear on the surface, or interpreting a special memory fragment, or a face buried deep in the bottom of the lake, or some bizarre fantasies that have never been humane.

This is their heart, expectation, and wish day and night.

If you want to, and have the means, you can see what they want to see.

However, for Zhao Rong, who had no aura cultivation, and the sword spirit didn't know whether he was angry or afraid of being discovered and temporarily hidden, at this moment, he couldn't see anything, he could only feel the temperature of Qingjun coming from his forehead, her clear autumn eyes, and the jasmine-scented fragrance flowing from his lips.

It is equivalent to saying that this exposure of the heart lake is only one-sided, and it is Zhao Lingfei who can look at it.

Zhao Rong quietly stared at the autumn eyes in front of him, he had never looked at Qingjun so carefully as he did now.

Her long autumn eyes are so beautiful.

And now.

She had his eyes in them.

He had her eyes in his eyes.

Overlapping and overlapping, all of them are each other, but they are not separated from each other.

Regarding whether Qingjun has a secret method that can capture his heart, it is like watching the fire.

Zhao Rong didn't know.

After all, it is unlikely, but Zhao Lingfei suddenly took the initiative to see it, so it is not easy to have some kind of special method.

Specifically, in fact, Zhao Rong didn't want to know, he just wanted to show this fool.

I want to give this, I am arrogant and cold in front of outsiders, but I am always clumsy and weak in front of him, and finally it seems that I have mustered up the courage to marry my husband once, and I am about to succeed, turning over as the "master", and in the end, I am stupid and stupid to rush to bow my head and submit to softness, and the fool who lost a defeat takes a look at her husband's heart.

Except for a bubbling stupid little who was even more stupid than Qingjun, Zhao Rong was reluctant to let her know, and wanted to deliberately hide it from Qingjun:

A cheap sword spirit that doesn't seem to be of much use except for the arrogant and poisonous tongue that can relieve boredom in leisure time, only yin and yang, and pretending to be forced.

A big dream on the wedding night———— and this strange dream was also mentioned to her.

Promised an old man's agreement, well, it can also be said that he was in addition to Confucianism as a side business of "express business".

wants to catch a round of surprise from the bottom of the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace and put the bright moon on her heart lake.

The curiosity of the scene of the hundred schools of thought in Nanzhou, and the idea of going back to Nanyaozhou to find his father's whereabouts.

For the "dog" Lin Wenruo's eighteenth beautiful concubine, a little envy.

Recently, there are two more.

One is that the weather has been cold and irritable recently, and drinking honey water can no longer quench your thirst, and you can't keep warm.

There is also the happy idea of letting Yu Huaijin, a boring guy with a straight face all day and night as if everyone owes her a hundred spirit stones, to draw the word "positive" under his whip.

Besides.

It's a body of righteousness.

Full of warp and weft.

The poetry and books that are about to burst through the chest.

Excuse me, what is there to hide from these?

Especially the last few to see the heart lake? Isn't that obvious?

The first few are all "secrets" that Qingjun will directly open his mouth as long as he asks.

And the few thoughts in the middle are what Zhao Rong wants Qingjun to know now, so that he can not speak.

As for whether Qingjun will see a certain little fox demon in the heart lake......

Zhao Rong exhaled softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Concubine Zhao Ling, who was in a daze against his forehead.

The latter was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhao Rong held the "warm fragrant nephrite" in his arms, and I don't know how long it took.

His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly spoke.

"Fool, do you see clearly, do I have that in my heart...... Liu Kongyi. ”

Zhao Rong's voice was sparse, and his tone was smiling.

Zhao Lingfei's eyes were clear and crystalline, and she was still staring at him in a daze.

I don't know if I was attracted by the dark eyes of the only person in my heart, and indulged in it, or ...... The mind is already in the heart of the sweetheart, looking at the sweetheart.

"Big vinegar jar. Zhao Rong leaned forward slightly, and the tip of his nose affectionately pushed against the tip of her red nose.

Zhao Lingfei brushed her eyelashes, blinked her eyes, she sniffed, and did not answer Zhao Rong's question.

The two were very close to each other, and every time they breathed, they blew each other's lips.

In the air, as long as the breathing of the two of them, one after another.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei suddenly said: "Brother Rong'er." ”

She has a nasal voice.

"Hmm. ”

Concubine Zhao Lingfei was silent for a moment, and then called again: "Brother Rong'er." ”

Zhao Rong tightened her tightly, "Yes." ”

Concubine Zhao snorted and said, "Do you like me?"

"Favored. Zhao Rong did not hesitate.

"Yes, how much do you like it?"

He thought about it seriously.

"The best of my life. ”

The words fell, and in an instant, Zhao Rong was hugged by two slender jade hands.

The foreheads of the two of them were separated, the tip of the nose was wiped together, and Zhao Lingfei threw herself into his arms.

Zhao Rong felt as if Qingjun was about to fall into his body, and the black jade she hid between the nephrite jade made him feel pain.

Zhao Rong couldn't see her expression, but he clearly felt that Qingjun's delicate body was trembling, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, she was exuding a scorching temperature.

It seemed to melt him.

Zhao Rong also hugged Qingjun hard, he closed his eyes slightly, rested his chin on her fragrant shoulder, looked at the dilapidated yard behind her, and said slowly: "What's wrong, Qingjun." ”

"It's fine. Zhao Lingfei said with a smile, and the pearls with refraction in the corners of her eyes slipped down, "Brother Rong'er, you, you are so good." ”

Zhao Rong did not speak.

Concubine Zhao raised her head and looked at the empty courtyard, "Brother Rong'er, will you be tired of me?"

"Yes. Zhao Rong didn't hesitate, and then he left, feeling the delicate body in his arms trembling again.