Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were staring at Zhao Rong's eyes with glittering eyes, stunned and speechless.

His eyes were gentle, and in his varnished eyes, there was nothing else.

The farthest distance in the world is not the distance from the nine heavens of Kunpeng in North Kunpeng Continent to go south and to Nanxiaoyao Continent; it is not death or life; it is not that I stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you.

And a gap created by using a cold heart to those who love you.

now.

This chasm has been crossed.

In the heart lake of the lotus pond in Zhao Lingfei, lotus flowers bloom, green plums sing, and bamboo horses are jubilant.

The living water in his heart lake seemed to pour out from the air, nourishing her dry heart lake and slowly washing the deposited silt...

Concubine Zhao, whose hands were originally hanging beside her, slowly raised them to hug him, and hugged him tightly.

I can't help myself.

Zhao Rong also put down his hand holding her face and hugged Zhao Lingfei into his arms.

In the autumn wind and under the warm sun, the two of them hugged each other, still reaching their foreheads, silent and no sound needed.

Because no words come to action, the regret is powerful.

Their heart is close to the heart, and the lake is right in front of each other's eyes, like a rainbow of a lake, flowing colorful colors, and some illusory bubbles appear from time to time, with flowing light and shadows on the surface, or interpreting a special memory clip, a face buried deep in the bottom of the lake, or some bizarre fantasies that have never been humane.

This is their thoughts day and night, hoping for and admiring their wishes.

As long as you are willing and have a way, you can see what they want to see.

However, for Zhao Rong, who has no spiritual cultivation and is not sure whether he is angry or afraid of being discovered and hidden for the time being, at this moment, he could not see anything, and could only feel the warmth of Qingjun from his forehead, her bright autumn eyes, and the jasmine fragrance flowing from the gaps of her lips.

In other words, this time the heart-exposing lake is only one-sided, and Concubine Zhao can look at it.

Zhao Rong quietly stared at the autumn eyes in front of him, and had never looked at Qingjun as carefully as he did now.

Her long autumn eyes are so beautiful.

And now.

There was his eyes in her.

There was hers in his eyes.

They are reflected on each other, but they are all the other person, without distinguishing each other.

Regarding whether Qingjun has magical powers and secret techniques that can capture his thoughts on the lake of his heart, it is as insightful as watching the fire.

Zhao Rong didn't know.

It means that the possibility is not high, but Concubine Zhao suddenly took the initiative to look at it, and there is a big possibility that there is some special way.

Actually, Zhao Rong didn't want to know what was going on. He just wanted to show this fool.

I wanted to give this, being arrogant and deserted in front of outsiders, but always being clumsy and weak in front of him. I finally seemed to have to have enough courage to control my husband once. I was about to succeed and turned into the "master". In the end, I was foolish and silly rushing to bow my head and give in. As a result, the fool who lost and lost looked at her husband's heart.

Except for a stupid little girl who is even more stupid than Qingjun, Zhao Rong was reluctant to let her know anything, and she wanted to deliberately hide it from Qingjun:

A cheap sword spirit who can relieve boredom seems to have no great use except being arrogant and vicious tongue, but only knows yin and yang, and pretends to be pretentious.

A big dream on the wedding night and this strange dream was mentioned to her.

I agreed to an old friend’s agreement, well, it can also be said that he was apart from Confucian scholars in the “express delivery business” as a side job.

I want to catch a surprise from the bottom of the Tingni Zijin Furnace with a bright moon placed on her heart lake.

Curiosity about the controversy between a hundred schools of thought in the Nanzhou, and the idea of ​​returning home to Nanxiaoyaozhou to find his father's whereabouts.

A little envy of the "dog" Lin Wenruo's beautiful concubine in the 18th house.

In recent times, there are two more.

One is that the air conditioning has been in a state of irritability recently, drinking honey water can no longer relieve thirst and keep warm. I want to ask Qingjun for her needlework and thread girl red needlework for knitting autumn clothes, can she measure it with bare hands and knit a warm autumn clothes of the right size?

Another thing is that Yu Huaijin, a boring guy who has a stern face all day long, feels like everyone owes her a hundred spirit stones, has a happy idea of ​​drawing the word "正" under his instruction.

In addition.

It's a kind of righteous spirit.

The earth and latitude are full of moral integrity.

The poetic and literary spirit that is about to burst into pieces.

May I ask, what are you trying to hide?

Especially the last few, you still have to look at Xinhu? Isn’t this very obvious?

The first few are all "secrets" that Qingjun will ask whenever he asks.

The few thoughts in the middle were something that Zhao Rong wanted Qingjun to know now, so that he could not speak.

As for whether Qingjun would see a little fox demon in Xinhu...

Zhao Rong let out a sigh of relief, as if he was afraid of disturbing Concubine Zhao who was staring blankly against his forehead.

The latter was in a daze and didn't know what he was doing.

Zhao Rong held the "warm and fragrant soft jade" in his arms, and I don't know how long it took.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly spoke.

"Silly, have you seen it clearly? Do I have that in my heart... Liu Kongyi."

Zhao Rong's voice is Masha, and his tone is smiling.

Concubine Zhao's eyes were clear and crystal clear, and she was still staring at his eyes blankly.

I don’t know if I was attracted by the dark eyes of the only person in my heart and became addicted to it, or if... my mind was already in my heart and looked at my lover.

"Big jealous jar." Zhao Rong leaned forward slightly, and his nose touched her red nose intimately.

Concubine Zhao brushed her eyelashes and blinked her eyes. She sniffed without answering Zhao Rong's question.

The two were very close to each other, and every time they breathed, they blew each other's lips.

In the air, as long as the breathing sounds of the two of them come and go, one after another.

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly said, "Brother Rong'er."

Her nasal voice is cute and silly.

"Um."

Concubine Zhao was quiet for a moment and called out again: "Brother Rong'er."

Zhao Rong tightened her tightly, "It's here."

Concubine Zhao sniffed and said, "Do you like me?"

"I like you." Zhao Rong did not hesitate.

“Yes, how much do you like?”

He thought about it seriously.

"The best of this life."

After the words were finished, Zhao Rong was tightly held by two slender jade hands.

The two of them pressed their foreheads together and separated. When they wiped their noses, Concubine Zhao threw herself into his arms.

Zhao Rong felt that Qingjun seemed to be about to fall into his body. The black jade she hid among the soft jade made him feel painful.

Zhao Rong could not see her expression, but clearly felt Qingjun's delicate body trembling. I don't know if it was an illusion, she was emitting a hot temperature.

It seems to be melting him.

Zhao Rong also hugged Qingjun hard. He closed his eyes slightly, rested his chin on her shoulders, looked at the dilapidated yard behind her, and slowly whispered: "What's wrong, Qingjun."

"It's okay." Concubine Zhao smiled, and the refracted pearls slid down at the corner of her eyes, "Brother Rong'er, you, you're so nice."

Zhao Rong didn't say anything.

Concubine Zhao looked up and looked at the empty yard, "Brother Rong'er, will you hate me?"

"Yes." Zhao Rong said without hesitation, and then he left and felt the delicate body in his arms trembling again.
Chapter completed!