Zhao Rong has not reached the state of being able to see at night. "That person" in the darkness opposite may be able to, but he cannot.
But.
In the darkness, those long, autumn-like eyes were extremely bright and clear.
Zhao Rong knew it was her, and even at this moment in the darkness, he could accurately point out the location of the tear mole under her left eye.
What's Qingjun's expression at this moment?
Zhao Rong wanted to know.
When the beautiful figure stopped at the corner, Zhao Rong quickly moved forward and came to the eaves where she was.
But there was no shelter from the rain here, and the cold autumn rain still hit Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei slantingly.
However, neither of them cared. At this moment, they only had eyes for each other.
Zhao Rong took off his hat and wiped his face with his hand, "Are you finally willing to see me?"
Zhao Lingfei stared at him for a while and did not reply to Zhao Rong's words.
"Where have you been?"
The cold voice of the past was slightly hoarse now.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt guilty and had the urge to run around without the approval of his "parents." "Didn't I tell you that I had something to do today? That's why I only have that letter today."
Zhao Lingfei's tone was full of sadness and annoyance, "Liar, where did you tell me, and where is your letter?"
Zhao Rong frowned, "Didn't you receive the letter this morning?"
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and sniffed, "I...I went to the door seventeen times, but your letter didn't come."
"Well, you Fan Yushu..." Zhao Rong cursed secretly, but this was not the time to pursue this matter. He had better coax Qingjun to settle down first, "Ahem, okay, Qingjun, I understand this matter.
, I’ll explain to you later, let’s go inside first, the rain is so heavy that even your umbrella can’t cover it, it’s all falling on you, we’ll go in so you don’t catch a cold.”
Zhao Lingfei's heart suddenly turned sweet when she heard the worry and urgency in his words. However, when she thought that she had been waiting outside for him in a daze all day, worrying about this and that, she felt a little aggrieved, her eyes sparkling.
Zhao Lingfei sniffed again and said angrily: "If you don't go in, you won't catch a cold. Even if you catch a cold, you can't care about it."
"Why are you sniffing when you don't have a cold?"
Zhao Lingfei turned her head away from Zhao Rong, "Do you want you to take care of it?"
Zhao Rong twisted his mouth and said, "I have to take care of you. You are the wife of my Ming matchmaker. Your whole body, every place, and every hair is mine. Why can't I take care of it? Xiao Qingjun, I can tell you."
Come on, please don’t let my wife catch a cold, otherwise... humph, otherwise I will take care of you according to the family law."
In the darkness, Zhao Lingfei was stunned for a moment, seeming to be thinking about what they could do...
Of course, Zhao Rong couldn't tell her that this "family law" was something he came up with just a second ago. It would make some rhythmic sounds that were not suitable for children and made people think.
But Zhao Rong didn't let Zhao Lingfei have time to think too much. The next second, he turned around and walked towards the courtyard door on the side, saying in an involuntary tone, "Follow me, listen to your husband."
Zhao Lingfei's delicate body trembled and she wiped her eyes, but her eyes were still shining. She stood still, staring straight at Zhao Rong's back.
Why are you so domineering? You are obviously the one who is causing people to worry, but you still speak so fiercely. You, don’t forget that you are chasing me now... Brother Rong'er, do you really think you have me? I, I...
Zhao Lingfei bit her teeth secretly, wanting to think about revenge against him, and also wanted to say something "cruel", but for some reason she didn't dare to think about it or say it. Even in her heart, after all... she still couldn't let him go.
Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but secretly annoyed that she was useless. Why did she indulge Zhao Rong and belittle her again and again? Why did she always think about him when practicing swordsmanship? Today she was so confused that she wanted to look for him. When she found that he was missing, she spent the whole day
Feeling dizzy and having random thoughts.
Zhao Rong noticed something and stopped and turned around.
Looking at the tall and slender figure in the darkness behind.
Seeing that Zhao Lingfei was motionless and silent, and her eyes were shining brightly, he suddenly said something bad and cursed himself in his heart.
Zhao Rong didn't change his mind for a while, and accidentally used the same demeanor and tone he had when he was with Xiaoxiao on Qingjun.
In Zhao Rong's mind, although Qingjun and Xiaoxiao are two completely different women, they have some things in common.
Xiaoxiao is a little doormat, he can be domineering sometimes, but she likes him too, feels safe, and will always cling to him stupidly.
Qingjun is that kind of conservative, aloof woman, self-respecting and self-respecting, but it’s okay for him to be domineering in some aspects, because Qingjun also lacks the sense of security that men bring to her, and longs for a man to rely on, but the premise is that it is reasonable and legal
Just be domineering.
After all, both beauties belong to the category of little women, especially Qingjun, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. On the surface, she is an independent and self-reliant woman, and the same impression is given to outsiders, but her heart is soft and always
There lived a little girl who held the corner of Zhao Rong's clothes when she was a child. However, after growing up, the various responsibilities and obligations made Zhao Lingfei what she is today, and she had to be strong.
Therefore, Zhao Rong's mistake just now was that he used "dominance" at the wrong time. The relationship between the two is still in the relaxation period, and Qingjun has not completely accepted him. Well, in her heart, she is still carefully examining him...
Ahem, it's all because I watched too many TV series about "tyrannical presidents" in my previous life...
Zhao Rong had a thousand thoughts in his mind. The next moment, he pursed his lips and walked back to Zhao Lingfei. He gently stretched out a hand to her and said softly: "Okay, my husband is wrong. Madam, please stop being sulky."
Zhao Lingfei raised her head slightly and looked at Zhao Rong's gentle eyes. In the darkness, she was silent, still looking at his eyes seriously, with an incomprehensible look.
Zhao Rong understood instantly, coughed slightly, and said sincerely: "I don't dare anymore, I really don't dare anymore. Madam, in the future, whenever I am more than a thousand feet away from you, I will report to you..."
Concubine Zhao Ling took a closer look at Zhao Rong's bright eyes.
Inside, it was all her at the moment.
Zhao Lingfei nodded slightly and stretched her right hand forward, close to Zhao Rong's open palm.
Zhao Rong felt happy, but in the next second, the hand he stretched out that just wanted to hold her grabbed a warm and wet wooden handle.
This is the oil-paper umbrella she has been holding in her hand, and it still carries some of her residual warmth.
Zhao Lingfei glanced at him arrogantly, snorted softly, held her head high, and walked straight forward.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed up, staying close to her side and holding an umbrella for her, fearing that she would get caught in the rain.
Looks like a bitch...
only.
To Zhao Rong's disappointment, Zhao Lingfei was not fooled into entering his house. Instead, she passed directly by the entrance of Zhao Rong's yard and returned in the direction of Nanci Jingshe.
Zhao Rong's overbearing tone before could not help but also had the idea of "bluffing" her into the house and catching her off guard. Unfortunately, Qingjun did not fall into the trap...
She was probably also very afraid that after entering his house, something would happen during the long night that she was not mentally prepared for yet, so Zhao Rong was lucky enough to pass the inspection period and get the black jade medal.
Regarding the jade medal, the two of them actually had some kind of tacit understanding. As long as Zhao Rong got it, it would symbolize that the relationship between the two was completely restored and reconciled, just like the bridal chamber where Zhao Rong awakened his past life memories more than half a year ago.
On the night of flowers and candles, the moment he unveiled Zhao Lingfei's red hijab with great anticipation, the two completed the jade exchange ceremony and were in love for life.
However, depending on the situation, before that, Qingjun seems to want to test the sincerity of his sentence "I want to get to know you"...
At present, Zhao Rong's strategy is... to wait first and then make trouble.
The heavy rain that fell from last night to tonight seems to have become lighter.
Zhao Rong held an umbrella for Zhao Lingfei all the way and sent her to the gate of Nanci Jingshe.
Zhao Rong was about to hand the umbrella back to Zhao Lingfei, then turned and left.
But Zhao Lingfei rolled her sleeves and had an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and did not go to pick up the umbrella from Zhao Rong.
Although he was wearing a raincoat, it would certainly be better if he had an umbrella, but why didn't you take out the second umbrella on the way... Zhao Rong's heart swayed, and the slight heat emanating from her body under the same umbrella just now was
The fragrant feeling of coldness once again made him silently recall it.
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei, who was supposed to turn around and leave, did not enter Nanci Jingshe immediately.
She stood in front of Zhao Rong and did not move.
Although Zhao Lingfei is considered tall among women, she is still a bit shorter in front of the slender Zhao Rong. However, the height difference between the two is just right, making it suitable for hugging... Zhao Rong thought to himself.
But before Zhao Rong could think about it, the woman in front of him moved.
Zhao Lingfei stood on tiptoe gently, raised her bare hands, gathered her four onion fingers towards the palm of her hand, grabbed a piece of dry sleeve corner, covering half of her palm, and helped him wipe the rain off his face.
This plain hand was wrapped in a sleeve and carefully stroked Zhao Rong's thin cheeks, wet temples, cold forehead, and neck dripping with rain. Her sleeves had a good smell.
Occasionally, his rough skin could touch Zhao Lingfei's soft, wet and slippery jade fingers.
Zhao Rong stared blankly at the lady in front of him.
She raised her head slightly, biting her red lips with her white teeth, her eyelashes were long, her eyes were trembling, her expression was serious, and all she could see in her eyes was him.
Zhao Rong suddenly felt that it would be nice if life could continue to be ordinary like this. There would be no dramatic or unforgettable stories, just such a simple life. You are thinking of me and I am thinking of you.
I read quietly and write a love poem with you every day. You practice with peace of mind. When we are tired, we will go out for a walk. If it is sunny, just wear your white clothes and let the sun shine into you. You want to be bright
Smile and wait for me to hold your hand. If it’s a rainy day, you just need to hide under my umbrella and let my chest be close to yours. You have to gently wipe my sweat with your sleeves and let me look at you like this.
…
After a while, Zhao Lingfei's originally dry sleeves were all wet. She squeezed them to squeeze out the rainwater, and then prepared to withdraw her hands.
However, in an instant, her bare hand was caught by another big hand.
Zhao Lingfei struggled a little, but her strength was very small, and she just used some symbolic force.
Zhao Rong tilted his head, letting his face be covered by her wet and warm bare hands.
He nuzzled her hand gently like a kitten.
Zhao Lingfei watched quietly, with the corner of her mouth raised and a slight smile.
Zhao Rong was also smiling, looking at her with gentle eyes through the gaps between her fingers.
The hot breath from his mouth made Zhao Lingfei's palms itch.
"Qingjun." He called softly.
"Yes." She responded softly.
Zhao Lingfei began to gently caress Zhao Rong's face with her hands.
Stroking his sword-shaped eyebrows, his bright eyes, his straight nose, his beard...
Zhao Rong blinked and kissed her fingertips.
Zhao Lingfei withdrew her hand as if she was electrocuted.
Zhao Rong smiled evilly.
Zhao Lingfei ran away with a red face.
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Nanci Jingshe, southwest corner.
Xiaheyuan.
Ye Lanzhi came to the door, received a brocade box from the female officer who knocked on the door, and Shi Shiran returned.
She put the brocade box on the table as usual and went to do other things.
I don't know how long it took, Ye Lanzhi returned to the house from outside and was about to go to the quiet room to practice. However, when passing by the desk, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and remembered something, so he stopped in front of the desk.
She stood quietly, staring at the brocade box. She was silent for a moment. She didn't know what she thought of. She sighed slightly, and there seemed to be some...complaint in her eyes.
But the next second passed by in a flash.
Ye Lanzhi opened the brocade box casually and glanced around. Sure enough, there was only a pale pink letter.
After all, it’s not like Senior Sister Lingfei who receives dozens of letters every day...
She smiled softly and picked up the familiar "love letter" in the box without looking at it carefully.
Well, it should be a love letter, at least that's what the person said.
With nimble fingers, Ye Lanzhi skillfully pulled out the paper from the letter and opened it, revealing the familiar Huajian paper.
She glanced at it casually, expecting it to be the same long and obscure "love words" as before.
But the next second, Ye Lanzhi's eyes suddenly stopped on the paper.
There are only a few short columns of words on the paper.
Her eyes were instantly attracted to it.
Ye Lanzhi stared blankly for a moment and murmured softly unconsciously:
"Among the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand.
Walk across this bridge.
There are green leaves and red flowers on the bridge, and people's houses on the flowing water under the bridge.
The other end of the bridge has black hair, and the other end of the bridge has white hair."
"So beautiful." She whispered to herself.
Ye Lanzhi read the love letter with unblinking eyes. She was silent for a while, then her expression changed.
This is not Fan Yushu's calligraphy. This regular script is dignified and elegant, which is very pleasing to the eye.