"No, I'm not sure if she has the means to penetrate the lake of the heart and see me. Logically speaking, she, a young Haoran realm sword cultivator, does not have such a rare and special method."
Gui categorically refused, and gave Zhao Rong an analysis in a calm tone, "However, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. The magical power of her first-class flying sword is still unknown. To be on the safe side, it's better not to show it to her to prevent
I am exposed..."
"No, go back." Zhao Rong interrupted its words and said in a serious tone:
"I want to ask Qingjun whether he can see clearly what I am thinking, or detect lies based on the color and movement of my heart. As for you, a portable old man with a lot of bad stories in the storybook, what do you have to hide?
When you see it, you see it. If Qingjun hadn't asked, I would have told her a long time ago. I don't think Qingjun would still admire me, who is suspected of being the son of destiny."
"???"
Gui really wanted to ask Zhao Rong if this was human speech, but he still didn't ask, because the answer was obviously, no, such a bad sword master should die earlier and go to the next one.
Gui said in an agreeable tone, "What Mr. Zhao said is extremely true. The old man walking around on the street is not worthy of talking to you." After saying that, it ignored Zhao Rong and let the dog sword master fend for himself.
, no longer serving.
Zhao Rong secretly shook his head. Why did he feel that he was a difficult master? There was no one to worry about. It seemed that in addition to the imminent wife-controlling skills, he had to learn the "sword-controlling skills" in the future, so he could take good care of it.
Cure this sword spirit.
In other words, Xiaoxiao is the one who saves time and effort. After a few words of coaxing, he will do whatever he asks her to do. Sometimes if her "thinking slips", he will take care of her for a few times and then she will be soft and silly again.
Whirling up.
And I don’t know if it’s due to the fox tribe’s racial talent bonus. This stupid girl in the daytime, when it’s not daytime, but another kind of day, can draw inferences and know that she’s done something with just one look.
Somehow, Zhao Rong's thoughts reappeared in his mind. Xiaoxiao, who had been away for nearly two months, quickly dispelled these thoughts.
After coming back to his senses in a flash, Zhao Rong, who was sitting on the chair, raised his eyes and glanced at Qingjun in front of him. She was looking away from the Yating with a different face, as if she was angry. Qingjun looked like she had a cold face on her side, exuding
She has an aura of indifference that prevents strangers and her husband from getting close to her.
Zhao Rong secretly had trouble.
But he still didn't dare to let her take a look at his heart. He had just been distracted and accidentally missed Xiaoxiao. This was something Zhao Rong found strange recently. He often thought of Xiaoxiao, but he thought about it.
After some research, I found out that the reason might be that this autumn is dry and the long absence has made people "get angry", and at the moment, Qingjun is only concerned about killing and not burying - if Qingjun takes a look, she will be just right.
Weird means...
Then don't even think about coming out of the white tiger's cave to find the little fox again.
Zhao Rong gritted his teeth secretly, and in the next moment, his brows furrowed and his sleeves waved.
"It's unreasonable, Qingjun, why have you become so unreasonable?" He also turned away and looked outside the pavilion opposite to Zhao Lingfei's line of sight. His expression was solemn and he no longer glanced at the woman in front of him.
Inside this elegant pavilion that no one has assigned a name to.
There was a young man and woman, standing and sitting together.
The standing woman has exquisite make-up and elegant new makeup. She is standing quietly with her hands straight, but her pretty eyes are icy.
The man sitting in danger, with an upright face, wearing a Confucian turban and a green shirt, was gazing solemnly, calm and speechless.
The couple, who had been married for more than half a year, had a silent stalemate for a while.
The atmosphere gradually solidified, until later, even the autumn wind that ruffled the water in the lake couldn't make a single ripple when it broke into the pavilion.
I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Rong felt that it was a long, long time.
At first he could hold on, in the air that was frozen inside an iceberg, but later on, as the hours ticked by, Zhao Rong felt more and more unbearable, and even had a vague feeling of panic.
Auditory hallucinations.
The lady's gentle voice came from the inner lake, saying, "There is no one here. Husband, you only need to take a small step back, and we will pretend that nothing has happened, and I will definitely serve you well to compensate you"...
Zhao Rong calmly pinched the flesh on his thigh, feeling a slight pain and the auditory hallucination disappeared.
He pursed his lips and frowned, groaning secretly in his heart.
On weekdays when the two of them are together, he is courteous to Qingjun and sometimes brings her tea and water, just like he just bowed down to feed Qingjun porridge with his own hands. These are all fine, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, they are childhood sweethearts and have a deep relationship.
There is a tacit understanding, and you will not look down upon the other party because of the other party's "condescension" and "flattery".
It can only be regarded as a mutual contribution, and compared with the serious relationship of getting along well with each other and getting to know each other like guests, it is more intimate and interesting.
However, the situation at this moment is different from the usual "pampering and accommodation" nature.
Zhao Rong didn't know why Qingjun suddenly made a move. Just now, she had exposed the sharp fangs of the white tiger, half-falsely and half-truthfully asking him to "never think about other women in his heart again." Afterwards, there was a confrontation
, at this point in the stalemate, the bayonet was already red, and one of the two must retreat.
We must temporarily decide who needs whom more, who cannot live without whom, and who is more afraid of losing the other.
Zhao Rong also didn't like the dull atmosphere between the two at the moment, but he was afraid that if he took a small step back now, there would be many small steps and big steps waiting for him to give in in the future.
Until the end, she was completely suppressed by Qingjun, and she took away the dominance of the relationship between the two, and there was no hope of turning around in the future.
Zhao Rong's originally calm brows became more and more wrinkled.
At a certain moment, he took the lead and glanced to the right. Zhao Rong could not turn his head, otherwise Qing Jun would notice him and think he was showing cowardice.
Therefore, due to the limitation of his field of vision, Zhao Rong could only catch a glimpse of Qingjun's back from the corner of his eye.
She is tall, with a straight back and a high neck.
Zhao Rong felt that Qingjun at this moment was like a noble, cold and arrogant phoenix bird, defending her pride and never seeming to take the initiative to look back at him.
Qingjun wants him to surrender under her skirt.
Although food, accommodation and sleep are included.
But Zhao Rong was still unwilling.
What is Qingjun thinking about now?
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhao Lingfei's beautiful figure from the corner of his eye, and suddenly thought to himself.
Gradually, some hesitation gathered on his thin face with his back to Zhao Lingfei...
In a place where Zhao Rong cannot see.
at some point.
The expressionless Zhao Lingfei's cold eyes suddenly moved, and her eyes like autumn water began to slowly ripple in circles like the lake outside the pavilion.
But immediately, her autumn eyes narrowed slightly, and the wrinkles in her eyes were instantly smoothed away, and she suddenly calmed down.
The sun was gradually rising, and several waves of pedestrians had passed by outside the pavilion, but there was still no movement inside the pavilion.
At this moment.
Zhao Rong raised his eyes and glanced at the bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge on the stone table in the center of the pavilion, and then looked at Qingjun's proud back.
Forget it, Qingjun came to see me today, making porridge, getting new clothes, and drawing a sword, so I will give her a break for the time being, um, just take one step back, a small step, and I will never take a step back next time...
Zhao Rong sighed in his heart, his brows relaxed, his hesitation disappeared, and he looked at the lotus seed porridge on the table again.
Just now, Zhao Lingfei got angry and knocked the bowl hard on the table. Now, both of them are located on the side of the pavilion facing the lake. The stone table in the center of the pavilion is right between them and the exit. At this time, the originally hot bowl is
There is no longer white smoke coming out of the porridge, and it is much cooler than before.
He pursed his lips.
suddenly.
Zhao Rong stood up.
Zhao Lingfei's back trembled.
Zhao Rong didn't turn around, so he didn't see it. He was going to get the lotus seed porridge, and then turned around to coax Qingjun softly and feed her the porridge.
Zhao Rong sighed inwardly and prepared to lick his wife well.
He took a step forward.
Whoosh
"Don't go!"
The next second, with a sudden sound breaking through the air, Zhao Lingfei appeared behind Zhao Rong in an instant, grabbing his right forearm with both hands, and she pulled Zhao Rong in a panic.
"Don't go, I, I...I was wrong, don't go!"
Zhao Lingfei sounded panicked.
At this moment, her almond-shaped eyes were slightly opened, and the pool of autumn water in her eyes seemed to be exploded by a sudden explosion, which was difficult to calm down.
In Zhao Lingfei's eyes, Brother Rong'er was looking at the door expressionlessly at this moment, as if he had decided to leave.
She suddenly became anxious, and the strength of her hands became stronger, as if she was afraid that he would break free at the next moment, abandon her willfulness, and leave alone.
Zhao Lingfei held Zhao Rong's hand tightly while staring at his side face eagerly.
Zhao Rong still looked expressionless, but in fact... his expression froze.
Zhao Rong really never expected that this would be the case, and he didn't react for a while.
But soon, his mind moved, and he gradually sorted out his thoughts, and became trance-like.
At the same time, Zhao Rong felt a wry smile in his heart.
What a messed up situation these are.
Just now, he was going to get porridge and feed it to Qingjun, which was a small step in giving in and giving her a soft drink. But in the end, Qingjun thought he was going to leave in anger? Well, that was probably the case, so he ran away.
Come here and surrender first?
Zhao Rong was speechless.
However, there was no feeling of dismay in my heart.
But there is still a little bit of luck, whether there is such a misunderstanding, ahem...
At this moment.
Zhao Lingfei shook his arm and said softly: "Brother Rong'er."
Zhao Rong remained calm and did not look at her.
Zhao Lingfei took another step forward, took his arm with both hands, and hugged him tightly, "Brother Rong'er~"
Zhao Rong suddenly felt his arm sinking into two clouds.
He pursed his lips.
The next second, turn your head.
Zhao Rong had no expression on his face, "You know you're wrong?"
"Yeah." Zhao Lingfei buried her head and said in a low, weak voice, "I know..."
Zhao Rong blinked when he saw Qingjun coming down obediently.
The first time I served as a wife, it seemed...inexplicably successful?