Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Five What kind of bad intentions can Brother Rong Er have?
Many years later, facing the fateful black bird that appeared with a book in front of him, Zhao Qingyi would think of the quiet night in Duyou City where he and his two close relatives, sitting together on the eaves, eating grapes and admiring the moon, and those people who were mixed in.
The theory of 'saint and great thief' caught my ears in the evening breeze.
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At this moment, on Wutong Street, Qinglian is on the eaves of the back house.
Zhao Rong's slightly bulging cheeks paused. Within three breaths, he moved his cheeks again and started chewing, but this time he moved very slowly.
Because the scene in front of him at this moment was so dazzling that he couldn't move his eyes away.
What caught his eye was a seemingly different Qingjun.
There were no stars in the sky tonight, and the full moon, which had been lonely for nine days and had been lonely for ten thousand years, was like a huge silver wheel embedded in the night sky three feet above her head.
Under the moon.
Qingjun is shrouded in the moonlight, and three thousand green hairs are draped down like a waterfall, flowing to the left in the evening wind.
Strands of slanted hair brushed her cheeks, covered her tear stains, and lifted the long eyelashes on her autumn eyes.
But it couldn't cover up Qingjun's bright, dazzling, unblinking, narrow autumn eyes.
The soul-stirring eyes, which were both deep and clear, passed through the gaps between the black hair that brushed on her cheeks and focused on Zhao Rong's face.
Look into his slightly apprehensive eyes.
All she saw was him.
Between Qingjun's hair and temples, the purple flowers that Zhao Rong had just given her were inserted sideways, as if they were blooming on the dark clouds on her temples.
The edges of the petals of the purple flower are stagnant with brilliance, and its outline is outlined in the darkness, and some star-like brilliance overflows, like fireflies, in the night between Qingjun and the bright moon, like bubbles swirling and rising in the deep sea.
From the angle Zhao Rong was staring at at this time, the light of the rising star connected her to the bright moon.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the soft silver glow that covered Qingjun's hair, autumn eyes, cheeks, and red lips actually made his pupils shrink at a certain moment, and he suddenly felt dazzling.
She seemed to be even brighter under the moonlight, and her already fair, jade-like skin was flowing with a hazy brilliance that had never been noticed by Zhao Rong during the day.
The illusion and dream made Zhao Rong feel that Qingjun was more dazzling than the eternal moon above his head for no reason.
Taking away its brilliance is the 'human moon' at this time.
In other words, under the moon at this moment, this stunning woman with crystal clear and shining autumn eyes like a dot of lacquer is the bright moon in Zhao Rong's heart.
The person in front of me is the moon in my heart.
Even though Zhao Rong stared blankly for a long time, he still felt that Qing Jun's beauty at this moment was so breathtaking that he couldn't bear to say anything or destroy this beautiful fairy-like scene under the moon.
Zhao Rong calmed down slightly and blinked his eyelids that he couldn't bear to put down.
Is this silly lady of mine not the Fairy Chang'e who escaped from the Guanghan Moon Palace above the nine heavens to the human world, or... is she the reincarnation of some ancient god from the Moon Palace?
He murmured in his mind.
Facing Qingjun's firm and powerful words, Zhao Rong pursed his lips.
This silly lady often gave him the impression that she was a proud woman who seemed to have full talents in swordsmanship and beauty, but seemed to be lacking in other aspects.
Just like now.
It's not that Qingjun lacks wisdom or that she is stupid.
Qingjun has an exquisite heart, is smart, delicate and sensitive, and is not really as stupid as Zhao Rong said.
Well, okay, maybe sometimes when you look at him lovingly and tenderly in his arms, you will indeed become a bit clumsy and silly.
But when necessary, Qingjun could still control his husband tightly.
In Zhao Rong's eyes, Qingjun is closer to the image of a pure swordsman who is simple and pure, and even has the same mind and heart.
That's right, just like what Gui couldn't help praising Qingjun when he first saw him.
The heart of the sword is as pure as glass.
She is like an arrow leaving the string when it comes to her determination. She will never look back, and there is no need to regret. She can just move forward.
The same goes for liking someone...
The wife has such a character, but Zhao Rong, as her husband, is both happy and worried.
Although he sometimes stubbornly believes in certain things and principles and refuses to change them, it is precisely because of this that Zhao Rong does not want his close relatives around him to be like this.
It’s easy to put some responsibilities on your shoulders that you could otherwise ignore.
Moreover, I am afraid that she will fall into a dead end.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and looked down at the right hand that was tightly held by Zhao Lingfei. She was also holding Qian'er's right hand.
Qian'er, who had been eavesdropping with her ears pricked up, seemed to be infected by the atmosphere at this time, and the atmosphere seemed to disappear. Her free left hand held Zhao Rong's left hand.
The little girl raised her head, with a solemn look on her face, "Me...me too. Brother Rong'er is my sun, and Miss is my moon. I will go wherever you go."
Zhao Lingfei looked at the three hands holding each other, her frown suddenly relaxed, and she smiled, "Well, we will never separate."
She and Zhao Qian'er looked at each other, and the latter smiled sweetly.
The two girls turned to look at Brother Rong'er.
"The sun..."
At this moment, Zhao Rong murmured silently, and his two hands suddenly grabbed their jade hands and lifted them up, placing the backs of the two women's hands against his left and right cheeks respectively.
Zhao Rong closed his eyes gently, turned to look at his wife and said: "Then no matter what time, will you always listen to me and not be disobedient?"
Zhao Lingfei nodded, "I will listen to you no matter what time."
Zhao Qian'er on the side nodded her head vigorously and said, "Me too."
But before Zhao Rong could feel relieved, Zhao Lingfei paused for a moment, then lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, "Well, I must have listened to your husband's words. It is the most important advice in Qingjun's heart."
Zhao Qian'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said seriously: "Me too."
Zhao Rong: “…………”
He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Well, there is no difference between saying it and not saying it. You will still be stubborn when you should be stubborn, right?
Zhao Rong was speechless and then said seriously:
"Qingjun, you are making it impossible for me to carry out my work as a husband. You are a stupid woman like a 'lower corporal'. If you get into a dead end in the future and ask questions, I will be behind you and I won't be able to pull you."
Come back. This, I can't live this life."
Concubine Zhao Ling was not upset when she heard this. She knew that her husband was angry and said some joking and angry words.
She smiled but said nothing.
Zhao Rong glanced sideways at the back of his wife's bare hand, which was close to the right side of his face.
Her skin seemed to be whiter and brighter than in the daytime, closer to milky white, with some hazy brilliance flowing on it.
I don’t know if it’s because the lady is on the roof and shrouded in the moonlight, so the beauty under the moon looks like the moon.
At a certain moment, Zhao Rong suddenly felt vaguely that this hazy light was familiar, as if he had seen it there before...
At this moment, Zhao Lingfei said softly:
"Brother Rong'er, I think there is another possibility about the good and evil of human nature."
Zhao Rong stopped thinking and raised his eyes curiously, "What is possible?"
Zhao Lingfei's autumn eyes were glaring lightly, as if she was remembering something. She put her plain hand on Zhao Rong's face, straightened out a green onion-like index finger, and gently tapped the corner of Zhao Rong's pursed mouth with her fingertips.
"Human nature is not innate, but like plain silk waiting to be dyed. If it is dyed green, it will be green, if it is dyed yellow, it will be yellow. You must be careful about what you dye it the day after tomorrow. Well, it is similar to the flowers and trees facing the sun. It needs the enlightenment of sages...
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It was obviously a very interesting insight, but Zhao Rong suddenly frowned.
This...isn't this 'Su Si said'? He is very familiar with it.
I often saw it when I was on the Qingfengju ferry boat, reading those Mohist classics in my spare time.
This plain silk theory is not unusual, but the key point is that except for spiritual classics, recipes and poetry collections that she has never learned, how can a "student" lady who almost never reads any other books talk about this Mohist theory?
Mohist learning was not prominent in Wangquezhou, and Zhao Rong had not seen many Mohists along the way.
As a result, he suddenly discovered that... the lady actually studied Mo?
Silly lady, you...how dare you!
How awesome is this!
In fact, Zhao Rong has a peaceful and even friendly attitude toward the Mo family. Well, Mo Xia is a good guy, the kind who is worth making friends and can block knives.
But if someone close to you learns Mo...
Zhao Rong felt that he had to pull him back.
Mohism talks about universal love, which means loving everyone equally and without distinction.
Well, to put it simply, there is no difference between the Mohists' love for others and their love for their parents.
Therefore, Confucian scholars often criticized "Mo's love for everyone means he has no father."
In addition to "universal love", the Mohists also had some ideas that made Zhao Rong even more breathless.
And although Zhao Rong didn't have much contact with it, he summarized something based on what he had seen and heard in some books and storybooks.
Most of the Mo Xia in white are also single-minded, for the sake of righteousness and so on.
Good guy, doesn’t this fit Qingjun’s character?
Now, looking at the lady who likes to wear white clothes, Zhao Rong panics.
When he thought of some possibility, dark lines filled his face.
Who the hell taught my stupid wife to learn calligraphy? Who was it?
Do you want her to ‘love both husbands and have no husband’? That’s very bad!
At this moment, Xiao Qian'er, who said, "Me too", after hearing the young lady's words, she nodded solemnly with a straight face, "Well, me too..."
"You are also a big-headed ghost!"
Zhao Rong blocked Zhao Qian'er's mouth and glared at her.
Xiao Qian'er blinked and looked at Brother Rong'er who had a strange expression. Hmm, how did he know that Qian'er responded without understanding anything? It's so annoying.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but interrupt: "Qingjun, you...how many suns do you have?"
Zhao Lingfei was about to tell Brother Rong'er another story about Susi that she thought was reasonable. When she saw this, she pointed her finger at the corner of his lips, blinked and said, "There is only one husband."
Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "Really? Don't coax me, it's okay, just speak your mind."
Seeing her husband's persistent and concerned gaze, Zhao Lingfei suddenly lowered her head in shame and did not look at him. She buried her head in front of her chest and made a serious nasal sound, "Yes."
Brother Rong'er is really too much. He insists on asking her to say it out loud. This... this is so embarrassing...
Her smile was shallow, her voice was weak but extremely gentle, and she spoke words full of affection and love that had been hidden deep in her heart.
"Qingjun can only hold a husband and a sun in his heart."
"Uh huh."
From some gagged little girl.
Turning around, Zhao Qian'er pressed down Zhao Rong's hand that blocked her mouth and said, "Me too, I only have one moon and one sun."
Huh, I'm not pretending to understand this time, Brother Rong'er, don't get me wrong!
The little girl was so confident that she just had to put her hands on her hips...
Zhao Rong frowned, "Very good, undifferentiated love for both sides is absolutely impossible. If Qingjun and Xiao Qian'er dare, then they will take care of them according to the family law, cough cough."
Therefore, Qingjun must have heard from Susi of the Mo family occasionally.
Suddenly, Zhao Rong thought of something. This afternoon, when she was accompanying Qingjun in Duyou City, she seemed to have been to the Mo Mansion in Dongcheng when she was helping her teacher do something.
Xia.
When Zhao Rong and Qian'er were waiting outside the door, he took a few more curious glances.
Now it seems that the teacher in Xiaoyao Mansion...
Zhao Rong didn't notice that the atmosphere on the roof started to become weird and ambiguous after the lady shyly lowered her head and spoke love words.
Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head in silence.
Zhao Qian'er blinked and looked at the sky, which was already getting late.
Zhao Rong was thinking a lot, and when he discovered this, he came back to his senses and prepared to ask more questions, "Qingjun, you Susi said..."
Zhao Qianer suddenly interrupted:
"Brother Rong'er, Miss, it seems it's getting late. Let's talk later. Brother Rong'er has something to do tomorrow and will be leaving in two days. Well, let's get some rest early."
Zhao Rong was startled, "No, that..."
"Uh-huh."
Zhao Lingfei suddenly stood up and lowered her head to leave, but Zhao Rong swallowed his words.
"Hey, madam, don't leave yet, there is something else..."
Zhao Lingfei walked faster, as if she was trying to escape.
Zhao Rong didn't react for a moment and was still calling.
Zhao Qian'er glanced at the hopeless Brother Rong'er.
Hey, you are such an idiot. What's the point of just talking? Why don't you just follow me? The lady can stand you. Well, for the sake of sending flowers, I will help you.
She touched the purple flower on her head, stood up and quickly went up to stop Zhao Lingfei.
"Miss, miss, don't go alone, take Brother Rong'er with you."
"He... has many rooms. Just prepare a comfortable room for him."
"There is no room in the back house that you can check into directly. We came so late and were busy chatting just now, so we didn't tidy it up for him. We can only squeeze in, so let Brother Rong'er squeeze in on your bed, right?"
Zhao Lingfei quickly shook her head and turned around to get around Xiao Qian'er, "How can you squeeze in like this? He...he is such a big person."
Zhao Qian'er shook her head, "Hey, Miss, what are you afraid of? Is it your husband or mine? Besides..."
The little girl glanced at Zhao Rong, who was speechless, "Besides, how can Brother Rong'er be so evil?"