Zhao Rong was led back to his position by Concubine Zhao Ling in a daze.

He was a little confused for a moment.

At this time, kneeling on the kneeling mat that had been carefully wiped by Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Rong gradually came to his senses.

His eyes stared straight at Qingjun beside him, and he licked his dry lips.

Zhao Rong's right hand could still feel the cold touch of her jade hand just now—the cold sweat of Qingjun's hand, but he was holding him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would leave with another woman......

So, I just understood what she meant wrong...... Don't want to serve tea to guests?

However, what is Qingjun's reaction now? Like a frightened deer, panicked, did she also misunderstand something......

At this moment, this crime by the stream in a corner is the center of the attention of countless eyes, but a man and a woman behind the case did not share the slightest attention with the outside world, they were carefully trying to figure out each other's thoughts and feelings, not caring about others, only caring about each other.

The change of joy and anger for the beloved affects the heart.

Zhao Rong looked at the lady in front of him seriously.

She coiled up the green silk for him and never put it down in front of outsiders.

At this time, he was wearing a moon-white full-breasted skirt, which was also worn to him.

Fang's face was evenly red, and her eyebrows were skillfully drawn, probably because she was carefully dressed up with him in mind before going out.

But now that Qian'er has not returned, Zhao Rong heard Qian'er say again that Qingjun is not very good at grooming, and her hand is more familiar with the hilt of the sword than the eyebrow pencil.

So, before going out in the morning, this stupid lady sat alone in front of the dresser, clumsy thrush over and over again? I don't know if she was laughing or annoyed in the bronze mirror at that time, or both, when she thought of him, she smiled like a flower, and when she wandered her eyebrows, she bit her lip and was annoyed, but when she thought of meeting soon, she would laugh again......

Zhao Rong felt pity, took a deep breath, and frowned slightly.

He wanted to embrace Qingjun immediately, but he had to take into account her feelings, this was Zhao Rong's lesson a few times before, and he couldn't "bully" her too much in front of the public like Sijitang did - Qingjun was not a woman in her previous life, no matter how she accommodated him, she was also polite in her bones, and she couldn't accept too drastic actions when there were many people, unless the private parts of the two of them were like when she took the initiative to wipe his sweat on that rainy night......

Therefore, Zhao Rong thought in his heart that he should also respect Qingjun.

Zhao Lingfei was facing Zhao Rong head-on, she lowered her head, held the teacup in both hands, level with her eyebrows, and respectfully handed the tea to Zhao Rong.

It's just that someone walked for a short time and didn't pick it up in the first place.

Zhao Lingfei lowered her eyebrows and waited for a moment, noticing that Zhao Rong still didn't move, her lips were pursed, and her tender red lips gradually lost their blood.

The hot tea in his hand, the original mirror-like water surface made waves out of thin air, you must know that the hand of this double-ended tea has been held smoothly thousands of times than a sword that is a hundred times heavier than a teacup......

Zhao Lingfei's heart became more and more panicked, and at a certain moment, she mustered up her courage, raised her eyes lightly, and carefully looked at her husband's face, but bumped into Zhao Rong's straight gaze, and saw his heroic eyebrows gathered in the middle.

Zhao Lingfei's eyelashes trembled, and her originally crisp and cold voice was also infected together, with a trill, and said weakly in a low voice: "You, you drink tea, I've been studying for a long time, I want to brew it for you, you don't get angry, or you taste a little, don't drink it if it's not delicious...... Wait, it's a little hot, I'm blowing, whew...... Call...... Brother Rong'er, don't be angry, I won't be willful in the future, don't be angry because of me, I really don't dare, I really ......"

Her voice grew weaker and weaker, and by the end she had become self-pitying.

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head slightly, her eyes were just the heat rising through the teacup, and she stared at Zhao Rong with her eyes.

Zhao Rong, who was distracted, saw Qingjun's almost identical gaze when he was a child, and his heart trembled, every time she accidentally made him angry when she was a child, she was this pitiful little appearance.

However, Zhao Rong didn't have time to be too nostalgic, he straightened up, stared at his eyebrows, and hurriedly explained: "No, I'm not angry, Qingjun, you think too much, I can't hurt you, I will be willing to be angry with you." ”

After speaking, looking at Concubine Zhao Ling, who was still respectfully holding the tea with her hands, but had suddenly smiled, Zhao Rong quickly tidied up her clothes, knelt down and bent over, raised her hands, and solemnly took the cup of tea from the lady's hand.

He moves meticulously.

This is the first time Qingjun has handed him tea as his wife.

At the same time, it is also a dining etiquette between husband and wife, and both parties should be respectful, rather than humble.

Two people must be courteous.

After Zhao Lingfei heard Zhao Rong's explanation, she was full of joy, her eyes widened, she was full of smiles, and her eyes were bright as she watched him drink the tea, which was not in line with Zhao Lingfei's tea ceremony, but there was the heart she was most looking forward to, and it was better than all the gifts.

After Zhao Rong took a sip of the drink, Zhao Lingfei took the empty teacup with a smile, lifted the teapot again, and went to pour the tea, she squinted at the teacup, stared quietly for a while, and then asked softly: "Brother Rong'er, you are not angry, what did you leave just now, don't you sit with me ......?"

Zhao Rong reluctantly explained roughly, Zhao Lingfei snorted, and said with a smile what she thought at the time.

With that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Zhao Rong sighed in his heart, and thanked him a little for this little misunderstanding, which made him and Qingjun almost reconcile as before, well, now it's just that ink jade, and I don't know if Qingjun will give it to her now......

Zhao Rong looked at the lady who was concentrating on pouring tea for him, and couldn't help but reach forward and grab one of her bare hands.

Zhao Rong's five fingers opened slightly, and drilled into Zhao Lingfei's palm, ten fingers interlocked, he held her little hand with both hands, looked down, stroked carefully, and touched, only feeling that he was holding a piece of mutton fat jade.

Her hands are like soft wattles, Zhao Rong fixed his eyes, slender and snow-white, he pinched it slightly, soft as boneless, and then gently caressed, and smooth as clotted fat,

However, this piece of nephrite jade that made Zhao Rong's heart flutter was not flawless and flawless white jade.

He frowned slightly, rubbing a few cocoons on Qingjun's palm, a little distressed.

Concubine Zhao Ling put down the teapot, bowed her head slightly, let Zhao Rong grab her hand, and didn't look at him, she said with shame in her tone: "Don't make trouble yet, I still want to make tea, husband...... Isn't the husband thirsty, wait, wait to touch ......"

In the last two sentences, the voice was so small that Zhao Rong was a little skeptical that she had spoken......

He smiled warmly and said, "I'm not thirsty now, Qingjun, as long as I look at you, I'll be drunk." “

The woman in the skirt with tear moles under her eyes stopped moving, her head was lowered, her ears were red, and she said in a tremolo: "Me too." “

The two of them clasped their fingers.

In this corner of Yaji, all these movements that happened fell in the eyes of everyone on the field.

From the beginning to the present, Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei's actions as if no one was next to them have always involved everyone's unblinking eyes, and different looks of "colorful" vibrated in their eyes.

Or shocked, or sudden, or surprised, or incredible......

And some of the news that was originally scorned by many people and only regarded as frivolous rumors was gradually corrected by the intimate behavior of the two behind the table, and it was completely corrected to something called fact.

Ye Ruoxi and Li Jinshu stood together, but they didn't turn their heads to look at each other not long ago, but both stretched their necks and stared intently at their respective junior sisters and junior brothers.

There was a long silence between the two.

At a certain moment, Ye Ruoxi couldn't help but speak, "This, this Zhao Gongzi is really your little junior brother......?

Her eyes were still staring over there, carefully looking up and down at Zhao Rong's appearance, just now, the picture of Ye Ruoxi's always impression of the cold and arrogant Lingfei junior sister helping Zhao Rong carefully pouting her lips and blowing tea is still flashing in her mind, and this scene is estimated to be difficult to forget for a long, long time.

When Li Jinshu heard this, he also looked at it in a daze, and was stunned for a while before shaking his head with emotion and said:

"I don't know about it, I've been busy with the teacher these days, and I have little contact with the junior brothers, and I only see the little junior brother when I go to the Four Seasons Hall during class, and the little junior brother hasn't mentioned to me that he has a marriage match...... Well, but I do know that he seems to often accompany Senior Brother Fan to run to the Nanci Jingshe, and I was going to go back and find a chance to talk to them, but I didn't expect it...... Alas, the little junior brother's lady turned out to be this Zhao Fairy. ”

Ye Ruoxi also sighed with him and shook his head gently.

She exhaled, and suddenly, as if she remembered something.

Ye Ruoxi quietly turned her head and looked in a certain direction, where there was a man she had promised to help "match".

At this time, Ji Qianyi was expressionless.

From the moment Zhao Rong walked towards Zhao Lingfei just now, he realized Zhao Rong's identity, which was the mortal son-in-law in the air, but Ji Qianyi was not worried at that time, but looked at it with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and even organized what he said to her when he went to sit with Zhao Lingfei after the son-in-law left.

However, when he saw Zhao Lingfei suddenly get up, her face turned pale, and she hurriedly ran to block the road and took the initiative to lead the mortal son-in-law.

Slowly, slowly.

The smile on Ji Qian's face froze, and suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, and then until now, his face was expressionless.

In his eyes at this moment, he reflected the clasped hands of the two of them, and the woman he had always regarded as a companion of the Great Dao, she was bowing her head in shame, and she no longer held a sword in her hand, but held him.

Not far away, Yunzi saw Ji Qianyi's scene and shook his head silently......

Liu Kongyi didn't expect such a reversal of things.

She squinted at the scene of the man and woman raising their eyebrows not far away, and wrapped her fingers around the slender dragon whiskers of the dragon carp beside her.

looked at Concubine Zhao Ling curiously, at this time, this Xiaoyao Mansion Sword Immortal embryo, who had been always concerned by the students in the past, was revealing a side that Liu Kongyi had never thought of.

And the "culprit" of all this......

Her eyes flickered, and she began to look at Zhao Rong with interest, who was dressed as a student of the academy.

In another place, Du Yifu withdrew his gaze from the place where the audience was concerned, and there was still some unbelievable color in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Li Jinshu, but Yu Guang happened to catch a glimpse of Liu Kongyi, who he had been paying attention to, and saw her strange look at Zhao Rong.

Du Yifu was slightly startled, and looked at Zhao Rong with Liu Kongyi's line of sight, his eyes were a little uncertain.

Not much.

Yaji, who was silent because of an accident, gradually sounded and began to be lively again.