After Zhao Rong came out of Qingjun's boudoir, he walked around in the back house.

He had just gone out in a hurry, but his black hair was still loose and tied up with a rope. He was wearing a white inner jacket and a green Confucian shirt on the outside. He was pulling up the Confucian shirt belt as he walked.

Qian'er's footsteps and clear and melodious voice came from behind.

"Brother Rong'er, wait for me, I'll help you get dressed..."

Zhao Rong walked faster.

How dare he have sex with this little girl, especially when he just coaxed his wife and taught her the sword techniques and formulas last night.

Well, in the end I couldn't help but give Qingjun a lot of surprises.

Of course, Zhao Rong also got kicked in the butt and rolled off the bed. His butt is still a little sore now. However, this exchange seems to be a profitable one...

Zhao Rong grinned as he recalled Qingjun's stunned look on his face last night.

At the same time, he felt a little guilty.

So I made up my mind to be a model husband, not to make my wife unhappy during the day, and to satisfy my desire for survival.

As a dowry maid for an ambitious lady, please respect yourself.

Along the way, Zhao Rong met many servants of Qinglian Residence in the corridor to say hello, and they called him uncle very discerningly.

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded in response.

Not long after, he and his follower Xiao Qian'er came to the hall of the back house together.

What caught his eye were the three people in the empty hall.

Zhao Lingfei is among them.

Her waist was straight and she was sitting at the head of the hall.

In addition, there is a tall old man with a calm face and the appearance of a butler.

With a man holding a sword with a lazy expression, he looked like a hidden master.

At this time, the two of them were sitting on the top and bottom of Zhao Lingfei, that is, on the left and right sides.

The tall old man was leaning half of his buttocks on the stool, with his upper body slightly leaning forward, reporting something to Concubine Zhao Ling, who was also listening with a serious look on her face.

As for the man holding the sword, he stood behind the chair in a careless manner, with his waist bent and his hands folded to support the top of the chair.

At this time, he was raising his hands and yawning, seemingly not interested in what the tall old man was discussing with Zhao Lingfei.

Zhao Rong now knows these two extra people, although they have not seen each other for a long time.

The tall old man is the housekeeper of the fourth house of the Zhao family in Dachu, where Qingjun lives. Zhao Kun has no wife or children.

On weekdays, people in the house call him Uncle Kun, or Grandpa Kun.

The man holding the sword is the same as Zhao Rong's mother, who is the worshiper of the fourth room of the Zhao family. His surname is Li and his name is Bai. He is also a single man.

They are all old people left behind by the previous generation around Qingjun.

Regarding Kun Bo, Zhao Rong, Qing Jun and Qian'er, I was actually quite afraid of them when I was a child, because the old men were always serious in speech and meticulous in doing things.

However, Kun Bo was very loyal to his duties. At least in Zhao Rong's impression, he had never relied on his elders to betray his elders or bullied his young master. He had always been dedicated to his wife.

It's just that... in Zhao Rong's memory, Kun Bo seemed to be a little indifferent to him. Well, in other words, except for Qingjun and Qian'er, the old man was very indifferent to most outsiders.

Sometimes Zhao Rong also wonders, why should he be treated differently among the three of them since they all grew up together in the house?

Could it be that Zhao Rong bullied Qingjun and Qianer every day when he was a child?

Oh, that's okay.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

At this moment, in the hall, Zhao Lingfei and Kun Bo exchanged a few words, then turned to the yawning Li Bai and said:

"Uncle Xiaobai, I'll thank you for taking the trip."

"It's okay, Miss, you're welcome." Li Bai smiled brightly and waved his hand, "That brat is going down the mountain in the next few days to take the exam in Dali, right? I'm just on his way."

He paused and turned to look at the quiet Zhao Kun.

"We, Qinglian, live in Dali, and we still have some business. I need to go there recently to take care of things. Qian'er and I will accompany him down the mountain to Dali for the assessment, and take care of things along the way."

Zhao Lingfei nodded and was about to speak when she suddenly turned her head and looked towards the door of the hall.

"Good morning Qingjun."

Zhao Rong walked into the hall, looked around, and said with a smile: "Uncle Kun, Uncle Xiaobai, long time no see."

Zhao Qian'er followed him and said hello briefly.

Zhao Lingfei glanced at her husband, her eyes evasive.

She pursed her lips and turned away, "Good morning, husband...jun."

Zhao Kun glanced sideways at Zhao Rong, still facing Zhao Lingfei, and nodded lightly.

Li Bai tilted his head, looked up and down, and looked at Zhao Rong carefully.

He had a bit of stubble on his face, which gave him a look of old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, with a look of disgust on his face, and he curled his lips and said:

"Hey, isn't this our adopted son-in-law from the Zhao family who ran away from home? He is a very ambitious man who doesn't want to be a soft-cooked person. Why is he back today? I forgot to take something? Too much, too much.

"

Zhao Rong stepped forward without noticing anything, sat down on the chair supported by Li Bai, and turned around.

He found that this familiar man holding a sword could hold the sword in his arms in this posture. Well, he was definitely a master.

Zhao Rong glanced at the ordinary-looking sword in Li Bai's arms.

Immediately, he said with a straight face: "Xiao Bai, why are you talking to my uncle?"

Li Bai: “…………”

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was in the first place, couldn't help but curl her lips slightly.

Zhao Qian'er made a sound, jumped up behind Zhao Rong's chair, and pushed Uncle Bai involuntarily, "Get out of the way, Uncle Bai, don't get in the way, I want to tie Brother Rong'er's hair."

Li Bai glared at Zhao Rong, then turned to complain to the bitchy little girl: "Xiao Qian'er, you are too partial."

Zhao Qian'er nodded her head as a matter of course. Aren't you talking nonsense?

Zhao Rong's face relaxed, and he turned around and said with a smile: "Uncle Bai, I did forget to take something. I was young and frivolous, and I didn't know the taste of soft food... No, I didn't know what the most important thing was.

"

Zhao Rong turned around and looked around.

His eyes swept over Qing Jun who couldn't help but look at him, Zhao Kun with a serious face, Qian'er who curled her little hands to tie his hair, and Li Bai who had liked to quarrel with him since he was a child. It seemed that he had changed, but at the same time nothing seemed to happen.

Change.

Zhao Rong's last gaze rested on Zhao Lingfei, and the couple looked at each other.

He nodded and said seriously: "Ever since I was a kid...the most important thing has never changed. It's right here, so I'm back. Uncle Bai, I owe you a bottle of wine."

Zhao Rong's tone was sincere.

The atmosphere in the hall became quiet for a while.

The next second.

Snapped--!

Li Bai slapped Zhao Rong on the head and laughed and scolded: "You brat, why are you stirring up emotions so early in the morning? We didn't talk enough about love in bed with the lady last night? It's too much, it's too much."

Zhao Rong rubbed his head, turned around, and showed an expression to Li Bai that said, "As expected of a master, he even knew what he said about love last night."

Zhao Qianer's eyes widened and she punched Li Bai in anger.

The little girl yelled, "Smelly Xiaobai, you bully Brother Rong'er again!"

Li Bai's eyelids twitched, he turned around and ran away with his sword in hand.

Zhao Qian'er puffed her mouth, picked up the comb with her little hand, held it like a knife, stepped out with her short legs, and chased after him, looking like she was going to chase him to the end of the world.

When Zhao Lingfei first heard Li Bai's words, she seemed to remember what happened last night. She closed her mouth tightly and swallowed subconsciously.

At this time, her cheeks were slightly red. Seeing Qian'er and Li Bai leaving, she shook her head, "Two living treasures."

Zhao Lingfei glanced at her husband, paused in her words, and felt that one person was missing. Alas, the three of them got together again, and this time they went down the mountain together. There might be some trouble in the future.

This was the case back in the Duke's Mansion of Da Chu. As an adult, Li Bai liked to fight and quarrel with Rong'er and Qian'er, who were still children.

However, Zhao Lingfei was not too worried about the three of them traveling together.

Zhao Rong glanced outside and sighed: "Hey, Uncle Bai, why are you still acting like a child?"

Zhao Lingfei glared at him for playing tricks.

Zhao Rong smiled.

Zhao Lingfei immediately stood up, walked behind Zhao Rong, continued Qian'er's work, and tied his hair with bare hands.

Later, she told Zhao Rong about Li Bai joining and accompanying him and Qian'er down the mountain.
To be continued...