Zhao Rong found that Qingjun still had a little girl living in his heart, but in fact, if she thought about it carefully, she was only seventeen years old.

Even if she has stepped into the cultivation realm early and become a sword cultivator at the peak of the Haoran Realm, after all, she is still just a young woman who has just been married, let alone in front of her childhood sweetheart.

Or rather, the students of the entire Taiqing Four Prefectures are all similar, although they are people from all over the continent, but they are all young people under the age of twenty-eight, even if they are smart and precocious, where can they be smart and precocious, maybe even the Dao Changsheng who has been enthusiastically pursued is just a kind of "following the trend".

Because they are still very young, except for sentimental people, where would they think about dying old age and death so early, and the practice of mountaineering may be more just because of the expectations of the clansmen or their own arrogance and youthfulness.

Therefore, looking for fun in the Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, which is a little boring for the people on the mountain, Qingjun went to play very happily.

She is not an uninformed woman, and she has not been to the blessed land cave where Zhongxiu is created and the aura is vigorous, so she came to a small Nuanxi Bamboo Garden and reacted like this.

Qingjun just lacked that person before, the man she hid in her heart and often thought "it's good if he was there".

Zhao Rong savored the most beautiful Qingjun in this best year.

In the depths of the Warm Creek Bamboo Garden in the afternoon, the two of them rediscovered the interesting stories of their childhood, and experienced the familiar but distant fun.

Qingjun is like the little girl she used to be, she followed Zhao Rong and ran all over the mountains.

Sometimes when he encountered something interesting, Qingjun would take his hand, walk in front, face Zhao Rong, and move backwards with his back, not afraid of walking and bumping.

Zhao Rong was a little helpless, but more of a spoiled accommodation to her.

Whatever Qingjun wanted to play, he played with her, and Zhao Rong listened attentively to what he wanted to say.

The two of them played around in the Warm Creek Bamboo Garden for a day.

Afterwards.

They held hands and left Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, Zhao Rong saw that the night was dark, so he couldn't help but say that he wanted to send Qingjun back to Nanci Jingshe.

At this time, walking on the night road, Zhao Rong smiled at Qingjun who was holding his hand and walking in front.

She played around all day, and seemed to be still full of energy and couldn't calm down.

When there are no passers-by around.

Qingjun raised their hands with their ten fingers interlocked, like a butterfly, and Anna fluttered.

It's like an active deer, moving non-stop.

She looked forward to the circulation, chatted with Zhao Rong and talked about their own affairs, looking back from time to time, smiling.

Zhao Lingfei was dressed in a full-breasted skirt, the sleeves of the skirt were flying, and the clean and changing violet tassels on her slender waist were agile and elegant in the air.

Whether she is angry or happy, she only blooms to one person.

"Brother Rong'er, to put it this way, the white silk that was originally intended for Lin Wenruo, Lan Yuqing...... I used it myself, and then I was buried in Guilin by Lin Wenruo?"

She was listening to Zhao Rong talk about the end of the southern kingdom, and at a certain moment, she suddenly looked back, snuggled back to his side, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, and asked softly.

Zhao Rong paused, turned his head to look at Qingjun, nodded and said, "Well, he walked out of Guilin alone." ”

He looked at the lady's long autumn eyes, which were still as bright as stars in the night, and found that she was gradually frowning.

Zhao Rong thought about it and sighed.

In fact, Wen Ruo was also very bitter in his heart, but with a little other way, he would not let this ending happen, but ...... Alas, this Blue Girl is really a pity, although I have only met her a few times, and for some reason, the Blue Girl looks at me as if she wants to eat people, as if I have offended her before...... But I won the third argument later, and I did offend her. ”

"However, I can feel that her feelings for Wen Ruo are unusual, after all, I heard that they are the same as us, and they seem to be childhood sweethearts who met at a young age......"

Concubine Zhao suddenly interrupted: "We are different from them. ”

Zhao Rong was stunned, and when he heard the decisiveness and seriousness in her tone, he coughed lightly, noticed a slip of the tongue, and nodded hurriedly.

This is indeed a bit unlucky.

Zhao Lingfei tightened her hand holding the arm of Zhu Ma Fujun, withdrew her gaze and turned her head, she squinted, looked at the night scene with lights in the distance, and said something strange.

"Why didn't Lin Wenruo marry Lan Yuqing home at that time, and then make trouble for Qingjingzi?"

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "This, why do you have to do this more, you have to turn against it anyway, it's better to repent of the marriage and humiliation, let her hate it, at least it won't be so uncomfortable later." ”

Concubine Zhao Lingfei looked ahead, was quiet for a while, and said softly, "If so, she is actually willing to accompany him, as long as Lin Wenruo marries her and goes home." ”

Zhao Rong was silent.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei bit her lip, "It's another man who thinks about women for his own sake." ”

She turned her head to look at Zhao Rong's side face and said softly, "Brother Rong'er." ”

"Huh?"

"I don't like Lin Wenruo, you ...... Don't learn from him. ”

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at Qingjun and nodded seriously.

For a while, Zhao Rong felt that the atmosphere between the two was a little dull by the conversation just now.

He coughed lightly, as if he had thought of something, and turned his head with a smile and said: "Wen Ruo, that guy, I can't get used to it for a long time, do you say that he is alone, can he deal with the eighteen beautiful concubine......s?"

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was quiet, raised her eyelids and glanced at Zhao Rong, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, and she seemed to smile and said, "Brother Rong'er, why do I think you are envious of others?"

Zhao Rong sighed, his chin raised, and his tone was disdainful, "Envy? It's not that I said, just with his eighteen-room beautiful concubine, heh, even if he adds a thousand rooms, it is not as good as my wife's room." I'm going to envy him? ”

After that, he felt that these words were very wonderful in the open and secretly slapping the sycophants, and in other words, the lady should hear it.

Zhao Rong smiled smugly in his heart, and glanced at Zhao Lingfei with his head held high.

I saw that she was tilting her head and listening.

Zhao Lingfei nodded and thought about it, and suddenly said: "It's not as good as me...... One room?"

Zhao Rong: "............"

The air was silent for a second.

But Zhao Rong felt that this second was as long as a year, and it was fatal.

How dare he hesitate any longer, his heart turned, and he immediately spoke after a second, "Slip of the tongue, this is a slip of the tongue." ”

Zhao Rong's tone was sincere, "Qingjun, I'll give you a review, just now in my words, it is to take Wenruo's eighteen rooms, well, plus the hypothetical one thousand rooms, I am comparing one thousand and eighteen rooms with you, I want to bring out your uniqueness and value that is heavier than life for me, of course, about your status in my heart, who doesn't know this?"

But I still couldn't help but say it, so in the words of my organization, Wen Ruo's side is eighteen rooms, and I subconsciously used the room to describe you, which is the husband's fault, but you know, we Confucians are very particular about neatness in speaking and writing...... Well, that's the misunderstanding, Qingjun, do you understand?"

Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and looked at the lady, looking at him hopefully.

Zhao Lingfei nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, I see, Brother Rong'er, I thought you had a lot of rooms." ”

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped, where did he dare to squeak to answer, and hurriedly shook his head vigorously.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei glanced at him, "However, Brother Rong'er, why do you explain so much, just say that you misunderstood." ”

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he immediately turned his head and frowned: "Fool, am I not afraid that you will be cranky?"

When Zhao Lingfei heard this, she hugged his arm and smiled.

Zhao Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's just that I never expected her to suddenly open her mouth again, "Husband, how many rooms do you want?"

Zhao Rong: "............"

He didn't dare to say it anymore.

"It's okay, husband, you talk to me in your heart, I'm not the kind of unreasonable pedantic woman, can you eat it?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced at Zhao Lingfei's encouraging expression, a little unsure whether she was fishing.

Qingjun really won't eat him, but he's afraid that Qingjun will break his sword heart again...... Tinggui said that the sword heart she destroyed before is estimated to be not much better, if it is broken again, then Zhao Rong probably really has to wonder if he is really born to be a lady.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and said categorically: "The lady has a room!"

He thought that this answer should be enough, and he would not ask again.

As a result, what he didn't expect was that after Qingjun heard this, he shook his head, "It's just me, not good." ”

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and immediately threw the question back, "How many rooms does the lady think is appropriate?"

She continued: "If I am alone, outsiders will definitely say that I am jealous, and the most important thing is that I am not good at you, such as fear of the inside, or ...... Two rooms, one room for you. ”

Zhao Rong was overjoyed, and shouted in his heart, Xiaoxiao, I'll pick you up right away......

Zhao Lingfei blushed slightly, turned her head to look at the side of the road, "We can't forget Qian'er, she is my personal maid, we ...... The three of us are going to be together. ”

Zhao Rong's expression stiffened, and his shoulders crossed slightly.

A quarter of an hour later.

The two of them, who had a tacit understanding and deliberately slowed down after approaching the Nanci Cottage, finally walked to the door of the Retreat.

They snuggled up for a while before reluctantly saying goodbye.

Zhao Rong watched Concubine Zhao Ling enter the house, and after he couldn't see her back, he still stood still.

Not much.

Zhao Rong sighed slightly, turned around and left.