Zhao Rong has always been curious about why the ancients liked to go to the rooftop to talk when they had nothing to do.

Now he understands.

The moon is crescent, the sky is full of stars, and thousands of houses are lit with lights.

In my ears, the sound of wind coming from all directions seemed to fill the entire world.

There is also the pretty lady in pink with fluttering skirt beside her, her life partner.

The other person's pleasant scent is between your noses.

Watching the moon side by side.

This atmosphere should be filled immediately.

Of course, the prerequisite for everything is that you have a sweetheart like your childhood sweetheart or your wife to accompany you.

Otherwise, just having a roof is useless.

Young people must learn to grasp the main contradiction.

Fortunately, Zhao Rong felt that he was holding on tightly at this moment.

He was the kind who didn't want to let go even if he beat Zhao Rong to death. He even kneaded it lightly and got a very comfortable rebound feedback. Hiss, Qingjun seems to be a little fatter...

Snapped!

Zhao Lingfei's expression remained normal, but with her bare hands, she gently patted away a hand that had 'stumbled and fallen' from her waist.

Her face was demure and she was staring forward with pursed lips. Her pair of narrow autumn eyes were focused and serious, and she did not look at the bad husband beside her who gasped and had impure thoughts.

Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

It’s okay to just touch it down, but... you have to go even further and start kneading it, bullying... bullying people! It was agreed before that it was just to measure the waist.

However, if she knew that Zhao Rong was complaining about being a little fat in his heart, Zhao Rong's hand that committed the crime would probably not be able to escape.

Concubine Zhao Ling might have to leave some red teeth marks on her so that her husband can experience the pain of being kneaded...

At this time, on the roof, Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er were sitting on the eaves.

Zhao Rong sat between the two women, Zhao Lingfei was on the right, and Zhao Qianer sat on the left.

At this moment, Zhao Rong felt a little remorseful.

Just now, in front of Qingjun, he praised the beauty and slim waist of Dali who was about to leave.

Well, of course Zhao Rong later patted his chest and expressed that he absolutely did not believe how thin they could be. Is it possible that they could be slimmer than a lady's waist?

In this way, after a lot of effort and hints, Qingjun relented and allowed his palms to explore the 'forbidden area' waist, but he was not allowed to scratch her itchy flesh.

Of course Zhao Rong nodded as if he was making a fool of himself.

But later, after I tasted the sweetness... I was still greedy.

While someone was staring at his fingers and confessing, Zhao Lingfei suddenly stretched out her hand, gently grasped Zhao Rong's right hand that had just committed the crime, and pulled it in front of her.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and held Zhao Rong's right hand in her hands, gently caressing him with her long, white and soft hands.

She lowered her eyes, bit her lip and looked at his slender palm, which was neither light nor heavy, rubbing the calluses on his palm with her fingertips.

The woman with autumn eyes was quiet for a while.

Suddenly said:

"Brother Rong'er, in that class during the day, I...I didn't know it was you who said those words. I didn't expect that the 'Fellow Daoist Zhao' in Mr. Tao's mouth was you, my husband."

Zhao Lingfei's clear and melodious voice paused. She raised her head and glanced at Zhao Rong. Seeing that he was listening silently, she couldn't help but explain:

"I...I really didn't know that at the time, so...I said something like 'unconvincing' afterwards. Brother Rong'er, don't mind me."

Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong looked at each other.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, "Oh, so that's what you meant."

He slowly shook his head again, stared at her and said:

"Actually, I'm not unhappy. On the contrary, Qingjun, I'm very happy that you can shake your head and say no. For truths and things that you don't understand, you should have an innocent heart and explore the context clearly."

"Instead of being intimidated by fellow Taoist Taoist disciples like your other disciples today...well, by my remarks that seemed to sound powerful and profound."

"Especially, it was said by a Taoist gentleman, which makes people fear it and regard it as a guide."

Zhao Lingfei was slightly startled, staring at the bright and sincere smile on her husband's face.

Xiao Qian'er, who was holding Brother Rong'er's left arm at the side, was also stunned. Her big eyes blinked and she tilted her head to look at her brother Rong'er's side face and his bright eyes.

Zhao Lingfei's two palms carefully covered the palm and back of his right hand, gently caressing his chest.

There was a smile on her lips, and she said softly: "Brother Rong'er... I really think so."

"Yes." Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, "When a sergeant hears the Tao, he practices it diligently; when a sergeant hears the Tao, he or she lives or dies; when a corporal hears the Tao, he laughs. Not laughing is not enough to practice the Tao."

"Most of the people in this world are sergeants, wandering between the Tao and the non-Tao. After coming into contact with the Tao, they are either excited or confused."

"And this type of people can easily be confused with sergeants who combine knowledge and action, especially since they themselves consider themselves to be sergeants."

Zhao Rong turned his head, looked at Zhao Lingfei who was concentrating on thinking, and suddenly smiled:

"But are they really the same as the sergeants who follow what they hear and practice it?"

He shook his head to himself.

"No, these sergeants firmly believe in the Dao without even fully understanding it. Then they use half-understood principles and sentences to 'preach' to others, plausibly. Such people who half understand but think they have the Dao compare the Dao

The corporal who dismisses and laughs is even more pathetic."

Zhao Qian'er murmured: "The sergeant who hears the Tao in the morning and is ready to die in the evening, the sergeant whose heart is filled with pleasure when he hears a kind word, and whose heart is confused by the desire for gain, the corporal who laughs at the Tao..."

The little girl couldn't help but said: "Brother Rong'er, what kind of person are you?"

Zhao Rong suddenly smiled brightly, and Wuji said: "Brother Rong'er, I am not talented. I am a sergeant. I don't listen to the Tao, but the Tao comes to listen to me."

Zhao Qian'er and Zhao Lingfei looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Smelly fart." The little girl rolled her eyes at Brother Rong'er, but her heart was filled with joy. She hugged his left arm with two thin arms and waved it happily.

I still remember that Brother Rong'er was so confident and flamboyant when he was a child, which made them stunned.

At that time, both she and the young lady felt that Brother Rong'er was omnipotent in the world.

And in their eyes, this is indeed the case.

Brother Rong'er always brings novel things and does some bold things that she and the young lady would never think of, but he still takes them with him.

Why is he so powerful!

Will we no longer take Qianer, who is crying, to play with the quiet and boring lady?

Thinking of this, her head ached with worry. Xiao Qianer asked the lady, but she also frowned and worried.

However, Brother Rong'er is not afraid of anything, but he is the only one who is restrained by Aunt Liu and is instantly intimidated.

So she and the young lady were no longer afraid and had mastered the secret weapon.

As for now, what do they think of Brother Rong'er?

Zhao Qian'er felt that it could be seen from the way the young lady talked to Brother Rong'er...

At this moment, as soon as Zhao Rong finished speaking, Zhao Lingfei raised her head slightly and stared at Zhao Rong intently.

Her eyes moved, reflecting his smiling face, and she nodded seriously.

It seemed as if she was affirming something that she would firmly believe in for the rest of her life.

Zhao Lingfei's autumn eyes slightly closed, she smiled sweetly, and said softly: "Brother Rong'er, here I am."

"Qingjun, you?" Zhao Rong turned his head, pondered for a while, and said seriously: "You are not among the three people above."

Under his wife's increasingly expectant gaze, he nodded and confirmed: "Silly lady, you are a corporal, and you want to hear the Tao? You don't understand anything, but you don't laugh. You continue to seek the Tao. You are so stupid, so stupid."

Zhao Lingfei: “…………”

Zhao Qian'er: "Puch~"

Zhao Lingfei glared at Xiao Qian'er, who quickly shut up.

I don't have the same experience as this stinky lady.

The little girl thought so.

Miss Stinky, in addition to being the most talented swordsman in Taiqing Palace, the number one fairy in the hearts of all the disciples in Xiaoyao Palace, and the proud daughter of heaven that the entire Taiqing Palace is proud of, you also have an unparalleled

Besides a beautiful personal maid and a husband with a big pig’s hooves, what else do you have?

You are nothing, miss stinky, huh.

Zhao Lingfei looked at her husband bullying her husband again with a little grievance in her eyes. She wanted to get rid of his right hand, but she was reluctant to let him go.

Her voice was clear and crisp, and she lamented and blamed herself, "Yes, I am stupid. How can I be worthy of such a stupid corporal's concubine, the husband of a senior sergeant? Let me go..."

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and prepared to stand up, but the next second, she was hugged by Zhao Rong and pushed back to her original position.

"Hey, Qingjun, isn't this a joke? There is a saying that everything must be reversed when it reaches its extreme. Madam, this corporal is a rarer and more precious existence than a sergeant."
To be continued...