Chapter 300 I'm just greedy for your body (please ask for a monthly pass, brothers!)
After leaving Lanzhoudu.
Zhao Rong took his wife and Qian'er for a walk and play in the maple leaf forest by the river.
Qian'er was so naughty that she squeezed in between Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei, not allowing them to be together.
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei looked at each other with a bit of laughter in their eyes.
How is it like raising a child?
But even this can't stop two hearts from wanting to be together.
Qian'er was walking between the two, and gradually felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
Brother Rong'er and Miss Rong'er were a little strangely quiet.
At a certain moment, the little girl had an idea and turned back sharply.
Behind her, Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei's hands were pulled together again, swinging gently.
At this moment, after being caught, the two 'cheating' hands had already retracted.
Qian'er was slightly stunned, her little head turned left and right like a machine, and she looked at the two of them.
Brother Rong'er looked as if nothing had happened, and the lady looked away shyly.
"you……"
Qian'er's head was covered with black lines. She just felt that her stomach was full again after taking a walk and digesting her lunch, and her belly was bulging...
Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei also felt a little embarrassed.
But seeing Xiao Qian'er's cute appearance, I still couldn't help laughing.
Happy time always passes quickly.
Zhao Rong was also a little greedy for the time he spent with Qingjun and Qian'er, but he was no longer the carefree child he once was.
The same is true for Zhao Lingfei and Qianer.
Everyone has their own things to be busy with.
Not long after, Zhao Rong smiled and said a few words, then left Linlu Academy with his two daughters.
Zhao Rong saw her off for a while, and when they parted, he took out a bunch of yellow apricot leaves and handed them to Zhao Lingfei, smiling and saying nothing.
The latter bit his lip and took it, then opened it.
On each apricot leaf, there are intermittently written words of varying lengths.
His clear and elegant small regular script, the ink color may be dark or light.
Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but raise her eyes and glance at Zhao Rong, who smiled warmly but said nothing.
She knew that these should be the essays he wrote in his spare time these days, the love words he wrote when he missed her.
Zhao Lingfei narrowed her autumn eyes, she knew it, because...
She thought of him the same way.
Sometimes Zhao Lingfei would feel something blocking her chest, so she couldn't help but go to the south window that was always open and look at the place where her husband was studying in the distance.
She also wanted to write down her uncontrollable love and ask Hongyan to send it to him.
It's just that Concubine Zhao Ling is not a woman who sings notes and writes pens, chants the wind and makes the moon play, like Liu Kongyi.
She bit the penholder with her red lips, staring blankly at the white and clean paper, her bare hands holding the sword freely, unable to let go of it.
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Except for 'I miss you', 'I miss you', 'I, I really miss you' and other straightforward sentences that made her blush, she really couldn't think of anything else.
So whenever that happened, Zhao Lingfei would quietly put down her pen.
Or pick up the red needlework and continue knitting clothes for that person stitch by stitch.
Or get the love letters he wrote to her and read them in a whisper, word by word.
But after Qian'er came back, Zhao Lingfei couldn't stand the gaze of the little girl's dark and smart peach blossom eyes. She was afraid that she would get entangled in her asking questions, so she put the love letter among other books and leaned in front of the window pretending to read.
Already...
This is her longing.
And how has the husband been in love during this period? Does he miss her as much as she misses him?
Looking at the countless apricot leaves and words in her hand, Zhao Lingfei knew.
At this moment, the woman in purple looked down and stared,
Her eyebrows were happy and her smile was as bright as a flower.
Qian'er stood aside and looked at Zhao Rong eagerly.
The latter pretended to be deaf and dumb.
Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but lightly twist an apricot leaf, her autumn eyes peeked, but in the next second, her cheeks were flying.
She turned her face away, raised her hand lightly, and used her green fingers to tuck a few strands of black hair that had fallen from her forehead behind her ears, preparing to put away this 'irregular' apricot leaf.
But Qian'er, who had a depressed face, saw the young lady's red cheeks, and suddenly became suspicious, and with a swish, he moved closer to her.
"What are you hiding? What weird 'games' do you young people have?"
Qian'er muttered dissatisfiedly, glanced at the words on the apricot leaves, and read out softly:
"The snow is wrapped in crimson silk, the warm fragrance of soft jade, the autumn eyes are full of hope, and the smile is charming. The posture of a fairy, husband..."
The little girl kept reciting, her voice gradually became softer, and finally she sounded like a mosquito.
She glanced at Brother Rong'er and spat lightly.
Zhao Rong stood quietly with his sleeves folded, his expression as usual.
The lady happened to see this maple leaf.
The corner of his mouth curved, and he suddenly took a step forward and leaned close to the shy lady's ear.
Zhao Rong looked at her round, small and red ear beads that looked like drops of blood, blew a breath and gently answered: "... How can my husband get rid of this lady's fairy figure?"
The red silk veil covers the white skin, carrying nephrite, delicate and warm fragrance, the beautiful eyes are like autumn water, and the sudden smile is really all kinds of charming and delicate.
How can a husband tolerate a lady who is as beautiful as a goddess or a fairy?
At this moment, Zhao Rong whispered to Zhao Lingfei, and their faces touched each other.
Zhao Rong felt that her red cheeks suddenly became hot, as if they were about to bake him, and the soft touch continued to come.
Zhao Rong suddenly had the idea of taking a bite, whether it was the exquisite ruby-like ear beads in front of him or her pink cheeks like ripe apples.
Everyone wants to leave some teeth marks.
His traces.
Just the next second.
Zhao Rong then felt that the beauty he was holding half in his arms was escaping like a little rabbit.
Zhao Lingfei put away the pile of apricot leaves that she had been holding on her chest and gave him a pink punch on the chest.
"I won't let you enjoy it."
Her tone was angry, her autumn eyes were red and her cheeks were red, and she glared at Zhao Rong, her eyes looking like love and resentment, sadness and joy, softness and strength...
Thousands of flavors linger in a woman's heart, and there are all kinds of sorrows about separation.
It's all in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Rong was stunned and blinked.
"Qian'er, let's go back home."
Zhao Lingfei didn't look at this husband who thought about 'bad thoughts' every day, turned around and left.
This bad guy actually said that he was lusting after her body so straightforwardly and confidently.
Zhao Lingfei didn't know whether to be angry or happy.
If you get a bargain but still behave... don't know how to tolerate it? Then don't tolerate it!
Moreover, you just can't be more tactful... Just like her, she likes everything about the only person she loves, and... she also covets his body... but she always hides it in her heart and never says it out loud...
The woman comes dressed in purple and comes dressed in purple.
Tall and graceful.
Zhao Rong stood there and couldn't help but smile as he looked at his wife's proud back.
He raised his hand as if to touch his nose, but felt that this action was a bit pretentious, so he put it down.
Zhao Rong felt that there was nothing wrong with Mrs. Greedy's body. If she said she was not greedy, Qingjun would probably have to skin him.
And what he said about ‘how to enjoy it’ is correct.
She has a physique as a swordsman at the peak of Haoran Realm, and Zhao Rong has a physique at the bottleneck stage of Ascending Heaven Realm.
It was a bit hard for him to bear, and Qingjun was stuck on this matter.
It is estimated that Zhao Rong must reach the Fuyao realm before he can loosen up...
So he just sighed and complained a little.
But Qingjun's red-faced and arrogant look is quite cute.
Looking at her retreating back, Zhao Rong chuckled.
At the same time, he seriously thought about his recent practice...
"Brother Rong'er, I, I want it too."
At this moment, suddenly a weak, clear voice came from the side.
Zhao Rong came to his senses and saw a little girl.
Qian'er clutched her belly, looking aggrieved, feeling that she could no longer be full.
She sniffed and looked at Brother Rong'er.
Zhao Rong also felt a little embarrassed. He and Qingjun had been so intimate that he almost forgot about this girl.
Zhao Rong nodded suddenly, as if he remembered something.
He took out a few more almond leaves and envelopes from his sleeves.
Qian'er perked up and snatched it with a wave of her hand.
She lowered her head to look, but she didn't have time to speak happily.
Zhao Rong's words were like a basin of cold water that extinguished the little flame in the little girl's heart.
"Good Qian'er, help me send some letters."
Qian'er: "…………"
"Ahem, have you always been in contact with Dachu?"
Qian'er nodded dejectedly: "Uh-huh... Wuwu."
Zhao Rong rubbed her manly hair.
"Send this one to Mr. Fang for me, and send the other one to Zhongnan Kingdom..."
After a while, the little girl left.
Before leaving, she took two steps and turned back, telling him not to forget to promise her poems and letters, um, that's the way Miss.
Zhao Rong smiled helplessly and agreed.
Not long after.
Looking at the direction in which his wife and Qian'er were leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief and then looked back behind him.
The next few days seem to be quite busy.
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Linlu Academy, Nanxuan Academy.
From far away, you can see the green smoke rising in front of a small courtyard.
A young Confucian scholar was holding a book in his hand, flipping through it, and walking non-stop.
On his way back, Zhao Rong went to the library again to borrow books.
However, he did not go up to the seventh floor for the time being to spend some time with Yang Wuwei.
There are some things that he hasn't thought about yet.
Moreover, when we go back later, in the evening, a certain woman who likes to keep a straight face will probably give Zhao Rong extra lessons to correct his drawings.
It's better to get ready first and then go upstairs to get to know each other.
At this moment, the sky is getting dark, in front of the courtyard gate.
squeaky
Zhao Rong lowered his head and flipped through the book while pushing the door open and entering.
What hit me was the smell of fireworks from the kitchen, and the crackling sound of firewood reached my ears.
He sniffed, smiled, and walked straight towards the north room without raising his head.
Passing by the field and walking to the north house, Zhao Rong turned a page of the book and was about to raise his hand, but suddenly stopped.
In the peripheral vision, there was a blue shadow bouncing around.
He stood on the steps, closed the book in his hand, and turned to look.
I saw a slender woman standing in front of the fence in the east corner of the yard, with her back to Zhao Rong, her legs against the fence, bent over, her upper body leaning forward into the fence, and her body jumping up and down.
Looking from behind, he couldn't see her face.
But Zhao Rong has never seen this figure from behind. A new guest?
It's just that her posture at this time...
The corner of his mouth twitched.
Zhao Rong walked towards the east fence where the chrysanthemums were planted. He deliberately turned aside and no longer faced the direction where the slender woman's butt was facing when she bent over, for fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings when he got closer later.
Zhao Rong got closer and closer and came to her side.
Only then did he see clearly.
The slender girl turned out to be picking the chrysanthemums they planted. She was bending forward, holding on to the fence railing with one hand, and stretching her hand straight forward.
The target of this 'chrysanthemum thief' is the tallest and largest chrysanthemum in the flower bush.
However, although she looked not short, she was still a little out of reach, and she was jumping forward and trying hard.
Zhao Rong looked at this scene speechlessly.
"Ahem."
He covered his mouth and cleared his throat.
The slender woman jumped back and jumped off the fence. She clapped her hands and looked around pretending to be nonchalant.
It seems like nothing happened and you didn't see anything.
But suddenly, the slender woman's head looking left and right stopped, and her eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong's face.
He looked straight at it and looked up and down, his eyes extremely focused.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at each other, finally seeing the woman's appearance clearly.
I saw that she had a soft and frail appearance, the kind of frail woman in the market at the foot of the mountain. When a playboy walks on the street, when he sees it, he looks like a delicate woman with a fan to pick up his chin. Usually when paired with a timid look, it looks more like this.
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But at this moment, the slender woman's soft, watery eyes were staring straight at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong touched his face, looked at her and asked curiously: "Girl, why are you in our yard? Um, is there something on my face?"
The slender woman stared at him and shook her head vigorously.
Zhao Rong smiled and said, "My name is Zhao Ziyu, and I live in the North House."
Hearing this, the slender woman opened her eyes slightly and looked him up and down again.
Zhao Rong blinked, do you know me? Is my reputation so great in the academy? Could it be that someone who has admired his name for a long time came to see him?
Zhao Rong cupped his hands and said, "May I ask who the girl is..."
"Bifang."
Yu Huaijin's voice suddenly came.
I saw her walking out of the kitchen, followed by Ja Teng Ying.
Yu Huaijin thought for a while and explained: "This is my maid...well, the book boy."
She glanced at the slender woman smiling at her in front of the east fence.
Zhao Rong nodded and turned his head.
But he saw that the book girl named Bifang was no longer looking at him directly like before, but she was still peeking at him.
At this moment, see him.
Bifang smiled softly at Zhao Rong, looking a little shy.
She waved her hand and trotted over to Yu Huaijin's place.
Yu Huaijin held her hands and kept a straight face. When she saw this scene, she frowned slightly.