Four hundred and seventeenth concubine Zhao Ling: Whose doudou is this? (5) (for Uncle Yong, the lea
"These women have sharper noses..."
At the entrance of Dongli Xiaozhu, a young Confucian scholar muttered something and sighed softly.
The next moment, Zhao Rong walked to the clothes drying rack without any delay, put away the pink clothes, then returned to the house, opened the west window and the skylight to let in some air, then he tidied up briefly and went to boil some hot water.
Not long after, Zhao Rong hurriedly took a bath behind the screen to wash away the scent of a certain little fox demon. At the same time, he deliberately did not use soap, perfume, etc., but simply cleaned it.
He changed into a clean, odorless white shirt and dried his wet hair.
Then, Zhao Rong suddenly lay down on the ground and sat up with push-ups.
First came a small goal, five hundred push-ups.
After finishing it, his warrior physique finally started to sweat a little...
After finishing these things one by one and erasing most of the traces in the room, Zhao Rong looked around the room and seemed to feel that there were no obvious flaws. He nodded lightly and strolled to the bookshelf.
Through the west window, Zhao Rong glanced at the quiet courtyard door, and then looked in the direction of a settled little fox demon.
He took a deep breath, calmed down, and slowly organized the bookshelf.
As a result, less than ten breaths later, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and elegant figure with outstanding grace appeared at the door.
Qingjun has indeed returned...
…
"Miss you."
At this time, facing Brother Rong'er's gentle voice, Zhao Lingfei said nothing, her eyes slightly raised, and she looked at him demurely.
It probably means... Husband, don't make trouble.
Zhao Rong had a tacit understanding, his smile subsided, he looked serious, hugged her to the rocking chair next to the desk, and sat down.
Someone lowered his eyes at his legs, and then winked at Zhao Lingfei who was standing in front of him.
This stunning woman with very beautiful and spiritual autumn eyes, her pretty face slightly red, her head hanging down like a white swan, bent over and sat on his lap.
Her tall and graceful figure leaned back, touching Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong is in the back and Zhao Lingfei is in the front.
The two of them were leaning against each other, and he was hugging her from behind. She looked back, her eyes never leaving her husband's face for a moment.
They maintained such an intimate and shameful posture, Zhao Rong kicked the ground with his feet and rocked the rocking chair gently.
Well, I hugged the slender waist of a woman with rosy cheeks and autumn eyes, and swayed under the autumn sunshine.
Zhao Rong truthfully recounted to his wife the reasons for coming back that he had told his two friends before, and briefly mentioned the matter of Ti Dali.
After Zhao Lingfei digested it for a while, she lowered her head lightly and let his dishonest pig's trotters move. She pressed her pretty face against his strong chest and listened to the strong beating of his heart. At the same time, her pointed nose Shrugging.
It seemed like he was sniffing something.
Zhao Rong pretended to sigh: "I just came back not long ago. Hmm, does your body smell like sweat? Why, do you dislike your husband?"
He said and smiled.
Zhao Lingfei shook her head seriously, "How can I dislike you?"
Her clean and fair face continued to press against him, but the next moment she suddenly said: "Who dried the quilt outside?"
Zhao Rong hugged his wife, rocked the rocking chair, and said casually: "I just came in and wanted to take a rest. I found that the bedding was a little damp. I didn't know if it was moldy, so I took it out to bask in the sun. Oops, it's strange. My room is facing the sun. It shouldn’t be damp…”
Zhao Lingfei, who was listening carefully, seemed to have remembered something, and lowered her head a little embarrassedly, "I washed it for you yesterday, and then they collected it for me in Yushu in the evening. Maybe it was collected before it was dried, or maybe I forgot to collect the quilts, and Yushu and others collected them late and it was too late..."
The words of the woman with autumn eyes who were confused about housework contained some complaints about her own carelessness.
"It's okay." Zhao Rong shook his head and reached out to pat her waist.
He suddenly came close to her ear, nibbling Concubine Zhao Ling's bright red ear beads and said, "Thank you, madam. You are so kind."
Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly, but gradually she felt something was wrong.
Sure enough, next, Zhao Rong used practical actions to 'thank' the virtuous lady.
"You...you..." Zhao Lingfei, who was sitting on a certain bad guy's lap, turned around and glared at him.
"What's wrong with me?" Zhao Rong gave a bad laugh. He felt that the position of him going down and her going up was quite good. The woman's curvature also fit him very well, and she could develop many interesting ways to play... But now
The most important thing is to divert the lady's attention.
Once Qingjun is moved by emotion, he will transform into a little fool...
"You...you...take care of yourself." Zhao Lingfei bumped him lightly with her elbow.
Zhao Rong suddenly smiled and did not comment on what she hinted at.
However, Zhao Lingfei, who had her back turned to him, did not see it.
"Pay attention to your health? Okay, let's 'pay attention' to each other." Zhao Rong said seriously...
Not long after, the couple, who had become shy and warm in broad daylight, began to sweat. Even though one of them had a warrior physique that surpassed ordinary people, the other had the body of a fairy with ice-cold muscles and jade bones, cool and sweatless.
Although this was just a simple touch of gentleness, the two of them had been apart for ten days, and they still missed each other very much. There was no way their physical body could stop their emotional affection...
Zhao Rong went to wipe the thin fragrant sweat from Zhao Lingfei's red forehead. Seeing that the fair fairy was sweating because he made her look red and shameful, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment...
The accompanying sense of conquest and pride is probably what drives all men crazy...
After half a stick of incense, a beauty with red cheeks and soft autumn eyes hurriedly escaped from the rocking chair on someone's back. She covered her chest with her beautiful hands, breathed out the fragrance violently, and turned around to run away.
But how could Zhao Rong let her go so easily? He picked her up with extraordinary agility, reached forward and grabbed her by the wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
Then the beauty fell into my arms again.
Zhao Rong looked down and saw a beautiful woman who was sweating and panting slightly. She had a peach-shaped face with long green water, and fragrant jade skin with red gauze.
This Qingjun is absolutely beautiful.
Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know why Mr. Dao's sex was so high after he came back. She just thought it was because he missed her so much after being away for many days.
At the moment, her heart was as sweet as honey, but she was really ashamed, so she whispered softly: "Want... why don't you take a shower first, I'm so sweaty."
Zhao Rong thought for a while and said seriously: "Wouldn't you still be sweating later?"
Zhao Lingfei was speechless.
Zhao Rong suddenly nodded, "I understand, a lady is still good at playing and caring about her husband. Wait, I'll go get the clothes right away. You go boil water and prepare things. Let's wash them together and study the technique of rubbing the back..."
Zhao Lingfei: “…………”
Brother Rong'er, you...you are enough...
Zhao Lingfei wanted to run away, but she was overpowered by the domineering scholar Zhao Ziyu under 'coercion and inducement'.
soon.
After a red-faced woman with autumn eyes nodded incomprehensibly, Zhao Rong walked to the bookcase easily and rummaged for his second change of clothes today.
Zhao Lingfei straightened her hair and hair and got up to prepare water.
At a certain moment, the young Confucian scholar casually took out a familiar gown from the trunk and turned around to leave. However, at this moment, something pink slipped out of the folded gown.
The pink silk cloth fell gently to the ground.
At the same time, it also attracted the attention of the two people who were about to take a mandarin duck bath in the house.
This is……
Zhao Lingfei, whose pretty face was still slightly flushed, lowered her head and looked at it for a while.