Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Eight About the First Time Sleeping With Niangzi (Part 2)
However, although Qingjun often resisted with a pretty face in the second half of the night, but now after thinking about it carefully, Zhao Rong found that she was actually half-compliance and half-compliance.
Otherwise, let alone Zhao Rong, who is still one step away from Fuyao realm, who can force Qingjun?
Her temperament is cold and fierce, like a sharp sword, she would rather break than bend.
Only he, Rong'er brother, can bully her, but not too much, otherwise it will make her feel contemptible and that she is not cherished and loved by her husband. This is what can really break Qingjun's heart.
matter.
What Qingjun cares most about is that her position in his heart must be the highest, just like he is her sun.
Zhao Rong knew this very well, and he regarded her as the bright moon in his heart.
Therefore, Zhao Rong has always cared about Qingjun's feelings and kept a close eye on him... unless he couldn't help it.
And in the second half of last night, after being bullied like that, and even playing tricks with him, he basically succeeded. It was probably a reluctance to compensate because the husband was about to leave.
Zhao Rong was wandering while listening to the sound of rain, while looking at the embroidered quilt that Zhao Lingfei huddled in with a sense of guilt.
He glanced at the blanket covering himself.
Originally, the two of them slept on the same bedding last night, but later...
At that time, the first thunder sounded in the night outside the window, and heavy rain poured down, one after another, filling the white world.
Qing Junxiang was dripping with sweat, his chest was heaving, and he was exhaling the fragrance violently.
She buried her head on the quilt, and without looking, she stretched out her slender legs, hoping to trick Zhao Rong, the villain who 'sneak attack' her, into kicking him off the imperial concubine's bed at this critical moment.
However, Zhao Rong's cultivation in the Heavenly Realm was not in vain, and it was not only reflected in the fact that it took him most of the night to pay for the public food, which made Qing Jun's heart and hands tremble due to his busy schedule.
He came to his senses in an instant, and with quick eyes and hands, he grabbed the delicate ankle of Qingjun's limp left leg.
Zhao Rong lowered his head again and lightly pecked the toes of his delicate and white lotus feet.
He took a closer look at the rows of curled little toes on the tiny toes, which naturally had pink pods, just like cute cardamom.
Zhao Rong somehow lowered his head again and nibbled on the snow-white pig's hooves with tight arches.
Qingjun's softened body suddenly stiffened, and he lifted his right leg without thinking. The next second... He felt a pain in his gluttonous buttocks and rolled down the bed.
He was kicked by her and landed on the ground like a wild goose falling on the sand.
However, before Zhao Rong had time to react, Qing Jun, who had just collapsed and buried his head in the quilt, suddenly found the strength and jumped up again.
She hurriedly got out of bed, helped Zhao Rong onto the bed, and rubbed his kicked butt with her beautiful hands. However, when she saw that he was still smiling stupidly, the expression on Qingjun's pretty face was both distressed and annoyed.
color.
She pushed hard on his chest with both hands and threw him back on the bed.
Zhao Rong inhaled and rubbed the area where he was kicked, and turned around to look.
Then, what came into view was Qingjun standing in front of the bed in the darkness, wearing a purple bellyband. She turned her back, took out the handkerchief, raised her bare hands, and carefully wiped her pretty face and red lips, as well as her swan-like round neck.
The Adam's apple on the flat part of the neck swallowed something.
Qingjun shrugged his nose, as if he felt that his cheeks, lips, and throat were still extremely hot, and his chest rose and fell for a while, as if he had taken a few sips of the fragrance.
After wiping her red cheeks and fragrant cheeks with a handkerchief several times, she raised her hand angrily, ready to throw the handkerchief of unknown color at him, but she quickly stopped midway.
Qingjun retracted his bare hands and carefully hid the dirty handkerchief in his arms.
Later, she pulled out a thick blanket and threw it heavily on Zhao Rong's smiling face.
Qingjun was so ashamed and angry that she pushed aside the rogue husband who had dared to smile at her after doing bad things. Then, her slender body with frosty white skin and reddened skin got into the embroidered quilt and hid alone.
Sleep in a small world and never pay attention to him again.
In this way, Concubine Zhao Ling drove Zhao Rong out of the warm bed and slept until early morning.
At this moment, when he heard the sound of rain getting lighter and the sound of birds getting louder in the yard, Zhao Rong lifted off the blanket on his body and turned over to get up.
He sat on the edge of the bed.
He turned around and looked at the bulging oval embroidered quilt. Seeing that the lady was still hiding, he couldn't help but pat his forehead.
Zhao Rong suddenly had a thought and his movements stopped for an instant.
He carefully looked up and down on the embroidered quilt that contained the fragrant Qingjun fragrance, and felt that it was not tightly covered.
So he reached out tentatively, grabbed a corner of the quilt, lifted it up, and then... Zhao Rong actually lifted some quilts away without any hindrance.
He stopped and did not continue to lift it.
Does the lady like to sleep in, or is she, ahem, relieved and wants to review the lessons he taught her last night?
Zhao Rong thought for a while, "Qing...jun?"
Zhao Lingfei ignored him and didn't know if she fell asleep.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.
He did not act immediately, but turned his head and glanced at the closed windows in the boudoir.
I was so sleepy that I didn't hear the bells in the city, but it looked like it was still early in the morning.
It is estimated that there are no maids, and the servants would dare to come to the back house and disturb the master and heroine from sleeping.
Wutong Street is a noble street, and it is not in the busy city. At this moment, except for the very lonely sound of birds chirping in the yard, there is no sound of strange little birds.
If he guessed correctly, the lady was currently wearing only a purple bellyband and silk panties under the quilt.
She has black hair, fragrant shoulders, beautiful back, slender waist, frosty white calves, and delicate jade feet.
The pure white skirt that looked like pajamas last night had already been gradually faded away by Zhao Rong when he was teaching her the 'basic cultivation of swordsmanship' and 'one hundred techniques for a lady to collect public food', and was thrown under the couch.
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Zhao Rong’s plausible reasons at the time were:
‘It’s bad to stain your white skirt’, ‘Wearing a skirt will only affect the speed of drawing a sword’.
Qing Jun was doubtful, and then he tried it, and found that it was indeed the case. The speed of drawing the sword seemed to be faster, so he reluctantly took off his skirt.
She was dressed coolly, like flawless white jade, and she drew her sword and practiced swordsmanship under the guidance of Zhao Rong...
In fact, at that time, he wanted to tell Qingjun seriously that if it was cooler, he could draw the sword in a new way, and the speed might be faster.
However, Zhao Rong was powerless to wear the purple bellyband on her delicate body.
He has never been able to teach his wife the truly convenient sword-drawing technique as he wished.
Just when Qing Jun was immersed in drawing his sword and wanted her young husband to rest and have a good sleep, he tried to untie the bellyband ribbon tied with a bow around her swan-like neck. After all, under Zhao Rong
The dazzling sight before his eyes made him feel itchy.
However, even though Zhao Rong had a pair of skillful hands, he could not untie this charming bow.
Because...it is pure and illusory.
Every time Zhao Rong untied it, Qing Jing, the cheap daughter, would disperse into a ball of purple air, as if wrapped around her fingers, and then tied into a bow again, protecting her future brother's cafeteria.
Therefore, Zhao Rong could not take off this purple bellyband, let alone get the love nephrite that he thought about day and night.
Zhao Rong shook his head and sighed.
At this moment, the quiet boudoir is filled with subtle fragrance.
Zhao Rong, lying on the bed, quietly felt the atmosphere of this flourishing morning, then turned his head and glanced at the gap in the embroidered quilt that had been opened.
He nodded seriously.
The next second, he moved as fast as a rabbit, suddenly got into the quilt, hugged the delicate and delicate body hidden in the quilt, and suddenly felt the warm fragrance of nephrite filling his arms.
"Well."
"Xiao Tiantian." Zhao Rong joked, couldn't help but smile, lowered his head and planted a strawberry on her fair forehead, and then spoke softly in her ear:
"Don't sleep, let's review last night's homework. Brother Rong'er promises not to press your little head this time..."
As he spoke, he tightened his arms around the beautiful woman in his arms, but was stunned for a second. Hey, Qingjun was wearing a lot, and... why did he become petite!?
Before Zhao Rong could react, Zhao Qian'er in his arms raised his little head happily and said happily: "Brother Rong'er, are we going to do the kissing thing behind Miss's back?"
Zhao Rong opened his eyes, "???"
Zhao Qian'er was shy and happy, hugging Zhao Rong with her two thin arms, as well as her jade legs.
The little girl clung to Zhao Rong who was holding her dumbly like an octopus. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then closed her peach blossom eyes and raised her chin towards Zhao Rong. Her pink lips were slightly opened and her face was full of blush.
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A look of anticipation on his face.
"..." Zhao Rong.
How come you appear out of nowhere?
Facing Xiao Qian'er, who always wanted to pry into the girl's corner and seduce her uncle, he suddenly showed no expression. The next second, he raised his big hand, pressed down, and pushed her raised head back.
Zhao Qian'er pursed her lips in protest, "Brother Rong'er, didn't you just promise not to press my little head?"
Zhao Rong didn't reply, but quickly let go of his hand and pulled away the little girl who was clinging to his body like a slug. He jumped off the bed, quickly put on his clothes, and looked around the boudoir, where the lady was no longer there.
I don't know when she quietly got up and left while he was sleeping soundly, and when Qian'er, this quirky little girl, got into bed.
Xiao Qian'er poked her head out of the quilt, squinted her peach-blossom eyes, revealed a pair of vengeful and sinister eyes, and threatened in a soft voice:
"Brother Rong'er, don't run away. I'll tell the lady later. Qian'er came to wake you up, but you hugged me forcefully, kissed me secretly, and called me Xiaotiantian... You, come back.
…Ouch!”
Zhao Rong suddenly turned around, curled two fingers of his right hand, and planted two more chestnuts on her small head where strawberries had been planted by mistake, "Are you still making trouble?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Zhao Qian'er covered her red forehead with both small hands and stared at Brother Rong'er with aggrieved and fierce eyes.
Zhao Rong shook his head speechlessly, stretched out his hand to rub her loose hair and said, "I'm sorry, I just recognized the wrong person. Don't make trouble Qian'er, I have some business to do today, so I'm leaving first."
After saying that, he strode out of Qingjun's boudoir.
Zhao Qian'er's little mouth bulged into a bun, and she looked unhappily at the back of Brother Rong'er, who had a smirk on his face one second and turned anxious and serious the next.
At a certain moment, she tilted her head and frowned, tapped her pink lips with her index finger, and muttered something.
"Promise not to press your little head? Hey, why is Brother Rong'er pressing Miss's head..."
The little girl shook her head in confusion and was about to go back and ask the lady.
She sat on the edge of the bed, used her toes to hook out the embroidered shoes hidden under the bed, held the shoes in her little feet, and jumped out of bed.
Zhao Qian'er turned her head, shrugged her nose, and sniffed the faint strange smell again.
She didn't know what she was thinking of, but her face turned red and she spat lightly, "Young couples don't know how to be ashamed..."
Immediately, the little girl turned around and chased Zhao Rong.