"Brother Rong'er, I also want Donglai Ziqi, which the lady is wearing."

"only one."

"Brother Rong'er, I also want Aunt Liu's hairpin, which the lady wears on her head."

"Only one."

"Brother Rong'er, I want your hand too. Miss is being rubbed."

Zhao Rong, who was busy with his head down, said casually: "There is only one..."

Halfway through his words, his words stopped and the movements of his hands paused.

Qian'er, who had been peeking at it for a long time and was fed by something, couldn't bear it anymore and got angry, "You lied! Big pig's hooves, how did you wash the inkstone on the lady's hands?"

Zhao Rong: “…………”

At this time, it was still a lakeside in Mochi Academy.

Zhao Rongzheng, Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er squatted on the grass by the lake, reaching into the cold lake water to clean the inkstones.

The dark ink dyed this small piece of lake water black, but it faded away with the splashes and waves.

Originally, Zhao Rong was squatting in the middle with his long robe rolled up, while Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er were holding their knees and squatting on his left and right sides respectively.

The three of them washed their own inkstones.

Just when someone was washing, the hand washing the inkstone became restless. Instead of staying in its own place, it waded through the ink-colored lake water, and its movements naturally slipped to the side.

He first held up Zhao Lingfei's ink-stained white hands, feeling a little cold.

Then I rub it, rub it, and pinch it lovingly.

Finally, I just took a shower with her.

The two of them held up their hands, rolled up their sleeves, and cleaned an inkstone together.

It just seems that if two people are doing the same thing, they will be a little confused.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei were washing their inkstones rather than washing their hands. After a while, their four clumsy hands became entangled again.

I can't even wash one in half a day.

Xiao Qian'er, who was originally shaking her little head and immersed in hard work, noticed this scene out of the corner of her eye, and her little face suddenly brightened up.

The little girl gritted her silver teeth secretly, feeling unhappy.

Therefore, she yelled loudly, fighting for the legitimate rights and interests of the man and woman who were childhood sweethearts.

I also want!

It's just that Zhao Rong lowered his head and concentrated on washing the ink... No, it was his perfunctory attitude when washing his wife's hands that made Qian'er very angry.

At this time, Brother Rong'er was speechless.

She grimaced.

"Miss, Brother Rong'er, it's not fair!"

The little girl's protest echoed in the quiet lakeside.

Zhao Lingfei, who was squatting with bent legs, gently buried her head between her knees and shrank her hands shyly, but she could not escape smoothly.

It makes someone feel as weak as if they were boneless, and they are still being squeezed tightly by the man next to them who likes to play tricks on them.

Zhao Rong blinked, as if nothing happened.

Qian'er saw the young lady and Brother Rong'er. They were still squatting close to each other, lowering their heads and continuing to wash their hands. They didn't even reply a word and pretended not to hear.

She pursed her lips, "Miss!"

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head between her knees and lowered her head so that her expression could not be seen clearly, but her exposed white neck was like the sea of ​​clouds in the sky at dawn, filled with the warm morning light and giving off a faint blush.

She pinched her husband who was pretending to be deaf and mute.

Zhao Rong glanced and saw Qingjun's shy look, and smiled softly.

My wife is good at everything, but she is a little too intolerant.

Moreover, the two of them have held, hugged, kneaded and squeezed... many times, but she still often squirms and is embarrassed and easily reacts.

When they hold hands and go shopping, Qingjun will blush quietly.

As shy as holding hands for the first time.

This is true even in private, let alone now in front of Qian'er.

Maybe it's because of the lady's conservative temperament, she is used to being cold and proud when in front of others, as if she is hiding from them thousands of miles away?

Or maybe it's because... her body is naturally sensitive?

Hiss, Zhao Rong didn't pay much attention to this before, thinking that Qing Jun was like this just because he was still a virgin.

But now that they are an old couple, she is still so shy...

Just as Zhao Rong was about to continue thinking about something wrong, he suddenly felt Su's hand being squeezed in his hand and pulling him again.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses and glanced at his wife.

He coughed twice.

No matter what happens, there is a big light bulb watching right now.

Although they are close friends, this kind of 'current crime' is indeed quite exciting, even when I was on the way back to Suxingtang just now.

now.

There was an awkward atmosphere among the three people washing ink by the Mochi Lake.

How could Zhao Rong not understand what the lady meant? He raised his head and looked at a little girl.

He found that Qian'er had gone on strike and was squatting aside alone.

She hugged her knees with her hands, and her petite and exquisite body looked even thinner, making her figure look a little lonely and lonely, with the meaning of no one hurting or wanting her.

The little girl was biting her pink lips, and her slender shoulders were shaking, following the violent rise and fall of her small breasts.

Qian'er's already big peach blossom eyes opened even wider, glaring at the 'dog man and woman' who were standing next to each other.

He is a sad and fierce little person.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, and wanted to reach out and touch her little head, and say "cute, cute" with a smile.

But he had no doubt that Qian'er would definitely bite him, so he gave up.

Zhao Rong said in a serious tone: "Youdao is a combination of men and women, so the work is not tiring."

Creaking, creaking——

He paused, leaned back, glanced at the little girl who started to grind her teeth, blinked and continued to explain:

"And the book says that sharpening a knife is as good as chopping firewood. Well, sharpening your hands is the same."

Zhao Rong grabbed Qingjun's four slender green fingers and raised her hand to signal.

Qian'er: "…………"

She was stunned, stopped grinding her teeth, thought about it, nodded in agreement:

"Male and female, you two are not tired anymore, but have you done your work? I washed one ink stand for most of the day, and all my hands were polished. My four hands can't wash as fast as one of mine, so what else can I say about polishing?"

A knife can never fail to chop wood..."

Qian'er sniffed: "Brother Rong'er, the big liar, if you keep washing like this until the afternoon, you won't even be able to go to that academy gentleman's seabass feast."

Zhao Rong had no choice but to say, "Okay, what do you think we should do?"

Qian'er tilted her head and thought for a while.

She looked at her little hands that were covered in ink, and then at the lady's bare hands that had been 'polished' by someone and held up.

The little girl timidly said: "I want to grind too, oooooooo, Qian'er wants too."

Zhao Rong: “…………”

Zhao Lingfei: “…………”

In the end, Zhao Rong certainly didn't give this little girl a hard time.

We all said we were going to attend Mr. Yan's seabass banquet at noon, so there was no time left to waste any more.

Moreover, Zhao Rong also let go of Qing Jun's hand, but the two of them still leaned sideways against each other.

Her purple shirt and his green shirt were pressed against each other, and their warmth, like each other's figures, lingered in each other's hearts and warmed each other.

Later, a little girl who acted as a light bulb also moved her steps and leaned against Zhao Rong's other side.

The three of them washed the inkstone quietly.

They huddled together and quietly looked at the reflections of their companions in the light black water.

Quietly feel the breath of your companion beside you.

at some point.
To be continued...