Zhao Rong whispered to Qingjun, who turned his back to him.
Zhao Lingfei remained motionless, staring at the stream falling on the cliff with a cold face, not wanting to look back at Rong'er, who was getting worse and worse.
In fact, she was so angry that she wanted to run away directly. It was the same as the previous times. However, after bringing him back at the gathering, she whispered to Rong'er brother that she would not act casually.
So I couldn't bear to leave him and run away.
But Zhao Lingfei's face became hot when she thought that Zhao Rong had just eaten the green plum she had bitten, and it was full of saliva... You, don't you dislike it?
Looking at Qingjun's back, Zhao Rong was a little troubled and sighed.
"Oh, Qingjun, I didn't consider it well and didn't take your feelings into consideration. I was wrong and too selfish...Here, this is for you. I took a bite and gave it to you. We are even.
"
Zhao Rong was sincere and handed a bitten plum to her hand from behind.
When Zhao Lingfei heard this, her eyes subconsciously glanced down, her shoulders shook, and she almost failed. She suppressed her laughter and quickly snorted with a sullen face.
Zhao Lingfei suddenly turned around, snatched the plums from his hand, and pretended to throw them away.
Zhao Rong subconsciously stretched his hands forward to take them.
How could Zhao Lingfei be willing to throw it away? Seeing his anxious Qingmei look, the ice on her face melted a little.
She reached out and stuffed the green plum into Zhao Rong's mouth.
The latter's face lit up with joy, he licked his lips gently, and obediently accepted his wife's "feeding".
Seeing this, Zhao Lingfei raised her eyelids slightly, her face remained expressionless, but her hands became gentle. Qianqiansu picked up the green plums she had washed carefully and fed them to her husband. She supervised him after he finished eating and was not allowed to cause trouble again.
During this period, Zhao Rong blinked, and she twirled Mei Zi's white fingers with greed, and then moved her head forward. However, this little thought was still discovered by Qing Jun, who was already wary. Before he could close his mouth, she
He quickly pulled out his fingers.
Concubine Zhao Ling rolled her eyes at Zhao Rong.
He was not embarrassed and looked at his wife's girlish attitude with a bright smile.
Soon, all the green plums were 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 scallion finger that Zhao Rong had not eaten just now to the corner of his lips, for Zhao Rong.
Rong wiped his mouth.
Staring at the considerate and gentle woman who was cold on the outside and warm on the inside, Zhao Rong smiled happily.
He turned his head slightly and looked at the warm stream at the right depth, and his eyes lit up.
The next second, Zhao Rong grabbed Zhao Lingfei's hand that was wiping his mouth, tapped her fingertips with his lips, and immediately pulled Zhao Lingfei to the lakeside, "Qingjun, come with me."
"Brother Rong'er, please slow down."
At the lakeside, Zhao Rong nodded without looking back and squatted down without stopping. He rolled up his trousers in a familiar manner, took off his boots and socks, took a step forward, and stepped into the stream with his bare feet.
At this time, the afternoon sun fell into the valley, covering this section of the clear stream. The white waterfall falling from the cliff at the top of the valley not far away stirred up waves of water mist, filling the lakeside, and Zhao Rong was among it.
, under the sunshine, the water mist was hazy, and the smile on his face, Zhao Lingfei felt that it was more dazzling than the sunshine.
Concubine Zhao Ling looked at this scene and was in a daze.
"Come down, Qingjun. The water temperature here is just right. It's hissing and comfortable. The soft rocks here don't seem to be as slippery as those in the spring water behind our house. Come down quickly."
Zhao Rong stood in the stream, stepping on the warm and comfortable soft pebbles with his bare feet, and reached out to pull Zhao Lingfei who was standing on the bank.
When they were young, they often washed their feet and fished at an unknown spring in the hill behind the Duke's Palace.
At this time, Zhao Lingfei's expression was a little tangled. She held Zhao Rong's hand, squatted down gently, bit her lower lip and thought for a while, and shook her head reservedly.
"It still doesn't work, brother Rong'er, you can play, I'll watch from here."
The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he wanted to say, "If you don't come down, what will I do?" However, this sentence easily caused ambiguity and scared Qing Jun away, so he swallowed it.
Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun. She was squatting on the bank, her face buried between her knees, staring at him with bright eyes. At this moment, she noticed that he was looking over. Qingjun held his hand and shook it gently.
Zhao Rong saw his wife's expression of clearly wanting to play but being shy, and said softly, "It's okay, idiot, there are no outsiders here, slippers don't matter."
Zhao Lingfei shook her buried head, and after being quiet for a while, she said in a voice like a mosquito: "Brother Rong'er, my feet are not pretty. They have not been wrapped with cloth. They are not as pretty as the feet in the book... Don't look at it."
Already."
Zhao Rong was speechless, "Stupid lady, I don't care about this. As long as it's yours, I like it. Ahem, madam, your feet don't smell like that, do they? If so, then you should come down and wash them.
.”
Zhao Lingfei raised her head and glared at him, waved Zhao Rong's hand vigorously, and said angrily: "No, you are the only one with stinky feet."
Zhao Rong shook his head, "I don't believe it, let me check it out."
Zhao Lingfei buried her head in silence and ignored him.
Zhao Rong tried to persuade him a few more times, but it still didn't work. He sighed softly, stepped on the stream, and sat on the bank, close to Qingjun.
Zhao Rong lightly smelled the good smell of his wife and felt her body temperature.
Zhao Rong knew that Qingjun didn't want to take off his shoes to get into the water, not only because feet were a private part for women, but also because he was afraid of being seen behind his feet, which would ruin the beautiful image in her husband's mind.
In fact, he didn't care about this. Anyway, he didn't know how many times he had watched it when he was a child. Zhao Rong just wanted to relive the childish fun of his childhood with her.
Zhao Rong turned to look at Qingjun. It was not an option to keep her shy like this. She couldn't stop letting him touch her in the future. However, women had to be coaxed. If you coax her too much, you might get a chance.
For example, Zhao Rong remembers a trick that was passed down in his previous life: I just wait and don’t go in...
Moreover, Zhao Rong was secretly wondering at first whether he could get back the symbolic black jade plaque today.
But judging from the current progress and Qingjun’s reserved attitude, it’s probably going to be difficult, so we have to think of a way…
Suddenly, his eyes paused and rested on the wooden hairpin in Qingjun's hair.
Zhao Rong's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered something left by his mother that had been hidden in the box for a long time.
He immediately took off the Sumeru thing around his neck, rummaged around for a while, and took out something.
"Qingjun."
"Hmm...huh?" Zhao Lingfei, who had her head buried in her knees, just responded when she suddenly felt the wooden hairpin on her head being pulled out in an instant.
Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly raised her head. The black hair on her head that had lost its wooden hairpin fell smoothly and fell down like a waterfall. She frowned and wanted to glare at Brother Rong'er. However, the next second, when the object on Zhao Rong's hand reflected
After catching her sight, Zhao Lingfei's eyes widened instantly.
She stared at the jade hairpin that was so familiar in her memory, opened and closed her 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 she left. She said you liked it and told me to give it to you personally after we get married."
When Zhao Lingfei heard this, her eyes trembled. This was the hairpin that Aunt Liu had always worn during her lifetime. She had been coveting it for a long time when she was a child, not because it was so beautiful, but because it had the same pairing as the one she was wearing at this time.
Jade cards have similar significance.
Zhao Rong stared at Qing Jun with disheveled hair in front of him, "You know, my mother said that this hairpin has been passed down in our family. My father gave it to my mother, my grandfather gave it to my grandma... I don't know how many times it was passed down.
Replacing."
Zhao Lingfei stared intently at the jade hairpin that symbolized the identity of her only wife. She subconsciously stretched out her hand, stopped in mid-air, raised her head, stared at Zhao Rong eagerly, and said in a small but extremely serious tone: "I
Yes, mine, I want..."
Zhao Rong looked at the woman in front of him and had no doubt that if he dared not to give her the hairpin, she would stab him to death with a sword in the next second, and then both of them would die.
Under Zhao Lingfei's gaze, Zhao Rong suddenly leaned forward.
Zhao Lingfei seemed to have realized something and allowed him to approach without dodge.
She slowly closed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and her eyelashes trembled.
The woman felt a little aggrieved. Why are you so anxious and want to bully me again? Can't you just "get better" slowly...
However, when Concubine Zhao Ling thought of the jade hairpin that she cherished so much, she did not dare to resist at all. However, the sense of grievance in her heart became more and more serious, and she complained about why she was so useless in front of Brother Rong'er and cared so much.
What was he doing with that hairpin? He was holding it tightly and bullying him at will...
Zhao Lingfei thought so, and three breaths passed, but the bad guy in front of her made no movement, and there was no touch on her lips, nor could she smell the breath exhaled from his mouth and nose.
Zhao Lingfei opened her eyes strangely and found Zhao Rong looking at her with a smile.
Before Zhao Lingfei could get embarrassed, Zhao Rong had already shaken his head and said softly, "Idiot, what nonsense are you thinking about...turn around quickly, with your back to me, I want to penetrate you."
He raised his hand and waved the jade hairpin in his hand, signaling.
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In Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, halfway up a mountain.
The gathering, which was very lively not long ago, has ended early.
The people dispersed in groups of three and two.
Luzhu was humming a little tune and followed the sisters to pack up the utensils for the gathering.
At a certain moment, she looked in the direction where Zhao Rong had left not long ago, not knowing when this fake idiot and his wife would come back.
Luzhu's mind was filled with thoughts, and she remembered the poem "Luohua" she had "composed" by accident. Luzhu smiled and thought about going to talk to the new friend she had just met in the house some other day.
Xiaoxiao seems to like listening to stories from Confucian scholars...