"Brother Rong'er, I also want Donglai Ziqi, which the lady is wearing."
"only one."
"Brother Rong'er, I also want Aunt Liu's hairpin, which the lady wears on her head."
"Only one."
"Brother Rong'er, I want your hand too. Miss is being rubbed."
Zhao Rong, who was busy with his head down, said casually: "There is only one..."
Halfway through his words, his words stopped and the movements of his hands paused.
Qian'er, who had been peeking at it for a long time and was fed by something, couldn't bear it anymore and got angry, "You lied! Big pig's hooves, how did you wash the inkstone on the lady's hands?"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
At this time, it was still a lakeside in Mochi Academy.
Zhao Rongzheng, Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er squatted on the grass by the lake, reaching into the cold lake water to clean the inkstones.
The dark ink dyed this small piece of lake water black, but it faded away with the splashes and waves.
Originally, Zhao Rong was squatting in the middle with his long robe rolled up, while Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er were holding their knees and squatting on his left and right sides respectively.
The three of them washed their own inkstones.
Just when someone was washing, the hand washing the inkstone became restless. Instead of staying in its own place, it waded through the ink-colored lake water, and its movements naturally slipped to the side.
He first held up Zhao Lingfei's ink-stained white hands, feeling a little cold.
Then I rub it, rub it, and pinch it lovingly.
Finally, I just took a shower with her.
The two of them held up their hands, rolled up their sleeves, and cleaned an inkstone together.
It just seems that if two people are doing the same thing, they will be a little confused.
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei were washing their inkstones rather than washing their hands. After a while, their four clumsy hands became entangled again.
I can't even wash one in half a day.
Xiao Qian'er, who was originally shaking her little head and immersed in hard work, noticed this scene out of the corner of her eye, and her little face suddenly brightened up.
The little girl gritted her silver teeth secretly, feeling unhappy.
Therefore, she yelled loudly, fighting for the legitimate rights and interests of the man and woman who were childhood sweethearts.
I also want!
It's just that Zhao Rong lowered his head and concentrated on washing the ink... No, it was his perfunctory attitude when washing his wife's hands that made Qian'er very angry.
At this time, Brother Rong'er was speechless.
She grimaced.
"Miss, Brother Rong'er, it's not fair!"
The little girl's protest echoed in the quiet lakeside.
Zhao Lingfei, who was squatting with bent legs, gently buried her head between her knees and shrank her hands shyly, but she could not escape smoothly.
It makes someone feel as weak as if they were boneless, and they are still being squeezed tightly by the man next to them who likes to play tricks on them.
Zhao Rong blinked, as if nothing happened.
Qian'er saw the young lady and Brother Rong'er. They were still squatting close to each other, lowering their heads and continuing to wash their hands. They didn't even reply a word and pretended not to hear.
She pursed her lips, "Miss!"
Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head between her knees and lowered her head so that her expression could not be seen clearly, but her exposed white neck was like the sea of clouds in the sky at dawn, filled with the warm morning light and giving off a faint blush.
She pinched her husband who was pretending to be deaf and mute.
Zhao Rong glanced and saw Qingjun's shy look, and smiled softly.
My wife is good at everything, but she is a little too intolerant.
Moreover, the two of them have held, hugged, kneaded and squeezed... many times, but she still often squirms and is embarrassed and easily reacts.
When they hold hands and go shopping, Qingjun will blush quietly.
As shy as holding hands for the first time.
This is true even in private, let alone now in front of Qian'er.
Maybe it's because of the lady's conservative temperament, she is used to being cold and proud when in front of others, as if she is hiding from them thousands of miles away?
Or maybe it's because... her body is naturally sensitive?
Hiss, Zhao Rong didn't pay much attention to this before, thinking that Qing Jun was like this just because he was still a virgin.
But now that they are an old couple, she is still so shy...
Just as Zhao Rong was about to continue thinking about something wrong, he suddenly felt Su's hand being squeezed in his hand and pulling him again.
Zhao Rong came back to his senses and glanced at his wife.
He coughed twice.
No matter what happens, there is a big light bulb watching right now.
Although they are close friends, this kind of 'current crime' is indeed quite exciting, even when I was on the way back to Suxingtang just now.
now.
There was an awkward atmosphere among the three people washing ink by the Mochi Lake.
How could Zhao Rong not understand what the lady meant? He raised his head and looked at a little girl.
He found that Qian'er had gone on strike and was squatting aside alone.
She hugged her knees with her hands, and her petite and exquisite body looked even thinner, making her figure look a little lonely and lonely, with the meaning of no one hurting or wanting her.
The little girl was biting her pink lips, and her slender shoulders were shaking, following the violent rise and fall of her small breasts.
Qian'er's already big peach blossom eyes opened even wider, glaring at the 'dog man and woman' who were standing next to each other.
He is a sad and fierce little person.
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, and wanted to reach out and touch her little head, and say "cute, cute" with a smile.
But he had no doubt that Qian'er would definitely bite him, so he gave up.
Zhao Rong said in a serious tone: "Youdao is a combination of men and women, so the work is not tiring."
Creaking, creaking——
He paused, leaned back, glanced at the little girl who started to grind her teeth, blinked and continued to explain:
"And the book says that sharpening a knife is as good as chopping firewood. Well, sharpening your hands is the same."
Zhao Rong grabbed Qingjun's four slender green fingers and raised her hand to signal.
Qian'er: "…………"
She was stunned, stopped grinding her teeth, thought about it, nodded in agreement:
"Male and female, you two are not tired anymore, but have you done your work? I washed one ink stand for most of the day, and all my hands were polished. My four hands can't wash as fast as one of mine, so what else can I say about polishing?"
A knife can never fail to chop wood..."
Qian'er sniffed: "Brother Rong'er, the big liar, if you keep washing like this until the afternoon, you won't even be able to go to that academy gentleman's seabass feast."
Zhao Rong had no choice but to say, "Okay, what do you think we should do?"
Qian'er tilted her head and thought for a while.
She looked at her little hands that were covered in ink, and then at the lady's bare hands that had been 'polished' by someone and held up.
The little girl timidly said: "I want to grind too, oooooooo, Qian'er wants too."
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Zhao Lingfei: “…………”
In the end, Zhao Rong certainly didn't give this little girl a hard time.
We all said we were going to attend Mr. Yan's seabass banquet at noon, so there was no time left to waste any more.
Moreover, Zhao Rong also let go of Qing Jun's hand, but the two of them still leaned sideways against each other.
Her purple shirt and his green shirt were pressed against each other, and their warmth, like each other's figures, lingered in each other's hearts and warmed each other.
Later, a little girl who acted as a light bulb also moved her steps and leaned against Zhao Rong's other side.
The three of them washed the inkstone quietly.
They huddled together and quietly looked at the reflections of their companions in the light black water.
Quietly feel the breath of your companion beside you.
at some point.
Zhao Rong, who was busy with his head down, couldn't help but raise his head and look at her quietly.
But he bumped into a pair of long autumn eyes that were also staring quietly.
It turns out that his sweetheart also cares about him.
Qing Jun smiled sweetly.
Zhao Rong smiled like a spring breeze.
Then……
"I want it too." came the weak voice of a little girl.
"Puch." Qingjun smiled again.
Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head.
Qian'er puffed her mouth and bumped the big pig's hooves with her small body.
Zhao Rong was startled and glanced at Qing Jun, who was snickering again.
He leaned forward and bumped into her.
Qingjun let out a light sound and bit his lip.
She lowered her head and glanced at the dark ink on her fingers.
The woman's autumn eyes narrowed slightly and she smiled happily. The next second, she suddenly reached out her hand and wiped it on the face of the man beside her.
A certain little girl also cleverly raised her hand full of ink and followed.
Zhao Rong was stunned and looked down. On the mirror-like water, there were painted faces on both sides.
He blinked and dipped his fingers in ink.
But when he looked up again, Qingjun and Qian'er who had made a sneak attack had already disappeared...
…
Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qianer.
The three childhood sweethearts reunited again, just like when they were children.
He no longer has horns, but his hair has already become knotted.
…
After Zhao Rong and the others finished washing the inkstones in the ink pool, they went back to Dongli Xiaozhu to pack some things.
Except that some daily necessities that Zhao Lingfei bought for him need to be put away.
Zhao Rong also needs to return a 'special autumn coat' under the supervision of a certain big light bulb.
With a stern face, Qian'er put away the young lady's 'small clothes' that someone had neatly folded and handed over.
She glanced at the two people in front of her.
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei both turned away, looking a little embarrassed.
Qian'er suddenly whispered to Zhao Rong:
"Brother Rong'er, I'm not meddling. You have kept this for a long time. You men are sloppy... I have to take it back and clean it... clean it up... you and the lady can play... just play for fun, but
Pay attention to hygiene..."
The little girl's voice was almost inaudible in the end.
Zhao Lingfei quickly turned her back on her delicate body, and Lianbu hurriedly escaped from the north room, saying, "Brother Rong'er's bed quilt should be dried, I will take it back."
Zhao Rong glanced at the bright sun at noon outside.
He turned back and looked at Xiao Qian'er with an expressionless expression, which made him wonder, as if he knew everything.
If I say that I simply...forget it, I won't say it anymore, you won't believe it.
If you believe me, it is also based on doubting whether Brother Rong'er and I have any strange problems.
Zhao Rong shook his head.
Afterwards, the three of them finished cleaning up.
Zhao Rong introduced two friends, Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu, to Qingjun and Qianer.
The four of them smiled and exchanged a few words and got to know each other.
After nothing happened, Zhao Rong, dressed in a green shirt, carrying a bottle of wine, took his wife, who was dressed in purple, with a food box, and Qian'er, who had to squeeze in between the two of them, to go to Mr. Yan's seabass banquet.
According to what Eldest Brother said before, the banquet will be held at Lanzhoudu.
It happened to be the place where Zhao Rong had his last class, so he was quite familiar with it.
After about one stick of incense.
The three of them passed the canyon where the Sutra Lecture Pavilion is located, which is the only way to the riverside.
As soon as the group stepped out of the canyon, the sound of distant waves of the river hit them.
Zhao Rong kept walking, preparing to pass directly with Qingjun and Qian'er.
But suddenly, he noticed that Qing Jun beside him seemed to pause slightly.
Turning around, he found that she was looking back, staring in the direction of the ancient pavilion and ancient well she had just passed by.
"Qingjun, what's the matter?"
Zhao Rong stopped and looked at the Zhengguan Well, which had the water he dreamed of.
He suddenly said: "That ancient pavilion is called Jingjing Pavilion. Mr. Shuyuan likes to link Jingyi Avenue here, and the ancient well inside is famous..."
Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun's face and repeated what he knew.
Zhao Lingfei slowly turned around and listened with a dazed expression on her face for a while.
She thought for a moment and shook her head: "It's okay."
Zhao Rong said in a serious tone, "Is everything really okay?"
Zhao Lingfei thought about it again, nodded slightly, took her husband's arm, and leaned against him.
Zhao Rong nodded, smiled, and stopped asking.
The three of them started on their way again.
Zhao Lingfei straightened her waist and gently held her husband in her arms. She looked at Lidu passing by in the distance, her autumn eyes slightly closed.
She was silent, suppressing the sword energy in her body that had been calm for a long time but suddenly had strange waves.
…………
Lanzhou Ferry.
Maple forest, wooden table, fine wine.
Confucian scholars, classics, and delicacies.
A bass feast is being held.
When Zhao Rong arrived with his wife and Qian'er, everyone else had already arrived.
The number of people at this banquet was not large, only about ten people. It was considered a private gathering for Mr. Yan and his disciples.
The reason for holding the event, according to senior brother, was that Mr. Yan missed the water shield soup and seabass soup in his hometown because of the autumn wind.
The only outsiders at the banquet were Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer.
Zhao Rong smiled and introduced Qingjun and Qian'er to Mr. Yan and the brothers and sisters.
In the eyes of the academicians at the banquet.
The lady and her personal maid are both female sword cultivators in the Haoran Realm under the age of eighteen, and both are talented students from the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion.
The former is a monster who is about to reach the Heavenly Will Realm and is famous in Taiqing Mansion.
Such an astonishing blessing, if someone didn't know about it, they would think that this junior brother was the direct heir of some wealthy family.
Everyone at the banquet secretly breathed in and looked at him.
His eyes wandered back and forth on Zhao Rong and the three of them, especially Zhao Lingfei, who was holding Zhao Rong's arm tightly. She had been famous for a long time and was dressed in mysterious purple clothes, which was very eye-catching.
Many men raised their glasses and took a few more sips in silence.
Appreciate beautiful people, taste fine wine, and taste delicious food.
It's all ready today.
All the Confucian scholars smiled happily.
Before, most of them, except for senior brother Li Jinshu and others, had only heard of this matter, but now they saw it with their own eyes, and the real person came here.
Alas, this Zhao Ziyu, Junior Brother Zhao, is so blessed.
The academicians at the banquet all knew the origin of Zhao Rong, the junior fellow student.
However, he kept silent about his identity as a son-in-law and did not spread it in the academy.
Because my husband gave them serious instructions.
And no fool would do such an offending thing.
Zhao Rong was loved by Mr. Yan, and all his disciples saw it.
This little junior brother is likely to be a real classmate alongside them in the future, and maybe there is some hope of impacting the position of a scholar...
During the banquet, Zhao Rong sat closest to Mr. Yan's right hand.
Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er were on the side, pouring fine wine for Zhao Rong and Mr. Yan, acting polite, courteous, and generous.
Yan Jidao was very satisfied.
He was a little worried before. Zhao Rong's wife was a proud daughter of the Taiqing Palace, and she was a sharp-edged and domineering 'genius' from the Sword Cultivator, which made Zhao Rongfu weak.
Now it seems……
Yan Jidao laughed and shook his head. The young couple raised their eyebrows at the table and played the harp in harmony, which made him a little envious.
After that, everyone got along harmoniously.
At the banquet, glasses were exchanged, glasses were exchanged, and discussions were held happily.
During the dinner, Mr. Yan often asked Zhao Rong beside him about his recent situation in the school, and also supervised his academic progress and the status of studying the Thirteen Confucian Classics.
This old man who was far away from his hometown nodded with satisfaction from time to time and raised his glass to invite others to drink.