Zhao Rong discovered that Qingjun seemed to have a special fear of his turning away, just like what happened just now.
Zhao Rong looked down at Qing Jun. She was holding his arm with both hands, burying her head in her chest, half of her face pressed against his arm, and her expression could not be seen clearly.
Zhao Rong was silent for a while, and his arm felt a bit of hardness hidden among the soft colorful clouds.
It was a piece of black jade that she guarded personally for him, just like guarding him.
Not knowing what he thought of, Zhao Rong lowered his eyes slightly and said, "You should take a look at my inner lake."
The tone is calm.
Zhao Lingfei hurriedly raised her head, her eyelashes trembling, she shook her head vigorously, but the tassels on her temples no longer fluttered.
The ignorant Qingjing seemed to be aware of the atmosphere between her father and mother, and sat quietly at the end of Bu Yao, shrinking her body and motionless.
"No, no, Brother Rong'er, Concubine Ling was joking just now, don't take it seriously... On the mountain, even the closest Taoist companions can't show each other their inner lakes. This is a tacit understanding... You, don't say that
I'm so angry."
Zhao Lingfei's words were spoken with laughter at first, but as she continued to speak, her voice overflowed with tears in the last few words.
Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the cold lotus seed porridge on the table in front of him. He did not lower his head to look at Qingjun, but he felt Qingjun's violent chest rising and falling with his right arm.
Zhao Lingfei raised her head slightly, looking intently at Zhao Rong's side face, her eyes flickering, her Qiong nose sniffing from time to time, and the tip of her small nose was slightly red.
Zhao Rong noticed Zhao Lingfei's expectant gaze.
At a certain moment, he nodded slightly.
Zhao Lingfei immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She was not afraid of anything, but she was afraid of Brother Rong'er's "calm tone". Although the first attempt at "Charioteer" failed, she would still have the opportunity to try again in the future, but if she offended Brother Rong'er
Being disgusted with her was what Zhao Lingfei found most aggrieved and uncomfortable. If she had known in advance that this would happen, she would rather not try to become a husband.
Aunt Liu once said that once a man is tired of a woman, he will become increasingly merciless. She will only feel that the woman is becoming more and more annoying to the eyes, with everything wrong with her, until in the end, she will be treated like a weakling.
However, I remember that when Aunt Liu said this, she glanced at her, as if she noticed that her little face was tensed up nervously, and then said with a smile: If Rong'er dares to hate you in the future, treat our Xiao Qingjun
If it's like that, then you just roll up your sleeves and punch him with your fists until he treats you as if he had just met you...
Thinking of Aunt Liu, Zhao Lingfei felt warm in her heart, but she couldn't bear to beat Brother Rong'er, even Aunt Liu hadn't beaten him a few times.
So, when she heard what Aunt Liu said by her bedside while huddled under the quilt in the boudoir, Zhao Lingfei immediately shook her head, swaying her two loose ponytails like a rattle.
Later, Aunt Liu sighed and said, "If you, a stupid girl, are bullied to death by this brat of mine, you will deserve it." After that, she poked her forehead with her finger.
Zhao Lingfei still remembers that at that time she said stubbornly in a low voice, "Brother Rong'er will never get tired of me"...
Zhao Lingfei retracted her thoughts, raised her eyes and glanced at Zhao Rong's thin side face again. She took a deep breath and prepared to speak to coax Rong'er brother again.
But in the next second, before Zhao Lingfei could organize her words, the bamboo horse husband in front of her moved.
Zhao Rong suddenly grabbed Zhao Lingfei's delicate hand, held it up, and led her directly to the stone table.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and put the lotus seed glutinous rice porridge into the lacquered red food box again.
I don’t know if this is the first time today that I haven’t finished the bowl of porridge.
Immediately holding a suitcase and holding Zhao Lingfei in the other hand, she left the pavilion, turned left, and walked directly towards the inaccessible mountain forest on the side of this remote lake.
The autumn leaves have not yet fallen all over there, but they are still lush and deep.
It’s a good place to go for some secluded exploration.
Zhao Lingfei was stunned for a moment at first, then her pretty face suddenly turned red, like a ripe apple, and the remaining bluish white color disappeared immediately.
After Zhao Lingfei came to her senses, she raised her head and looked at Brother Rong'er, who was pulling her forward and marching straight forward without stopping. Then she turned her head and glanced at the pedestrians passing by in the distance with keen awareness.
Several of them had turned their heads and seemed to have spotted their lovers who were about to enter the "grove".
Zhao Lingfei's face turned redder and she buried her head shyly.
The hand she was holding exerted a little force and pulled back.
But Zhao Rong didn't look back at her, and kept walking forward on his own, as if he didn't care about other people's eyes at all, and had no intention of waiting until there was no one around.
Zhao Lingfei didn't dare to struggle anymore. She lowered her eyes and bit her lip. Her autumn eyes stared blankly at the ground, where she and Brother Rong'er were joined together.
Why is he so anxious to find a quiet place? He must have lost a lot of his energy, but later... he still has to look for more places.
But even though she was thinking like this, in Zhao Lingfei's heart, the figure of Zhao Rong who seemed to be preparing to leave just now still lingered a little bit.
Her eyes still dimmed slightly, and she looked at the hands held by the two of them.
In Brother Rong'er's heart, it doesn't matter whether I am... I don't expect you to care about me as much as I care about you, just let me be the most special and important person in your heart.
Or perhaps, Brother Rong'er is inherently weak... No! He wrote so many heart-shaking love letters to me, saying that I was the bright moon in his heart.
I must have thought too much. I am still the bright moon in Brother Rong'er's heart. However, he was a little tired of my willfulness just now. He can't do this again in the future...
Zhao Lingfei pursed her lips gently, and the light in her autumn eyes rekindled, like the stars in the night sky after the dark clouds dispersed, she continued to look at Zhao Rong's back without blinking.
She took the initiative to stretch out her free hand, took Zhao Rong's hand, covered hers gently, and pressed them together.
Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and looked at him, still smiling slightly.
Without saying a word, Zhao Rong took Zhao Lingfei and walked directly into the forest.
Autumn leaves covered the path in the forest. The two stepped on the withered yellow leaves, making a crunching sound, and slowly went deeper, leaving the noise of the world behind.
The man moved forward with firm steps.
The woman followed willingly.
Not long after.
After passing through a dense forest, Zhao Rong felt that his vision suddenly opened up and became bright.
There is an open space in front of you, with a small courtyard. The walls are covered with green radish. The courtyard is overgrown with weeds. The fallen leaves have been swept away by the autumn wind, but it is relatively clean.
Zhao Rong looked around and saw that the place was deserted and deserted, so he led Concubine Zhao Ling into the door.
He turned around and closed the courtyard door again.
Then, we came to the courtyard.
He suddenly stopped.
Zhao Lingfei also stopped. She turned her head and looked at the deserted quiet courtyard, bit her lip and closed her eyes.
Zhao Rong turned around.
Zhao Lingfei still held his right hand tightly with both hands.
Zhao Rong twitched his hand and took a small step forward.
The two were already very close, but now they were even closer, and they could almost feel the warmth radiating from each other's bodies.
After losing his hand, Zhao Lingfei's movements were slightly awkward. For a moment, it seemed that she didn't know where to put her two free hands.
She lowered her head slightly, and her eyelids drooped softly, covering the clear light of her long autumn eyes, as if she didn't dare to reflect someone in them, fearing that another surprise would splash the autumn water.
Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled from time to time under someone's gaze. She raised her hand and used two green fingers to tuck a strand of naughty black hair behind her ear.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and looked at the woman with curly hair in front of him.
Picturesque eyebrows and narrow eyes.
Lowered eyelids, long raised eyelashes.
And the "pearl" under his left eye that he was so happy about.
At this moment, her fair and round oval face was covered with a large blush, which extended to her small ear beads that were like a drop of pure white milk.
The dense clouds of clouds spread slowly.
This scene is like the brilliant morning glow for the early morning sun, willing to be burned red by its blazing heat.
"look up."
Zhao Rong's voice was very soft, but it echoed in the empty courtyard.
It was quiet for a while.
The corners of Zhao Lingfei's lips slightly raised, "Yeah."
Immediately, the woman with the tear mole stood on tiptoes, closed her eyes, and raised her chin.
Zhao Lingfei raised her head and offered all her tenderness to him, asking him to find peace.
only……
There was silence for a moment, but the man in front of him still didn't move.
Isn’t Brother Rong’er going to eat today’s rouge?
"Hmm~"
Zhao Lingfei raised her head slightly, closed her eyes and let out a weak nasal sound.
"Lower your head."
"oh."
Brother Rong'er probably doesn't like this angle.
Zhao Lingfei's pointed chin lowered again, and the next second, she felt her cheeks being held by his warm, rough hands.
Even then...his forehead lightly touched something.
Zhao Lingfei suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of very close black eyes.
No one is allowed to abandon the small courtyard.
A young man and woman did not touch each other's lips.
Instead, the forehead is against the forehead, the eyes are against the eyes, and the tips of the noses are touching.
The lake in their hearts is like two floating islands in the legendary vast North Sea, meeting again.