How does it feel to be held by two beauties while sleeping?

Zhao Rong stayed up all night, wondering to himself, sleeping hard and thinking about it, but he didn't really appreciate the feeling of the two beauties sleeping holding his arms.

The deepest impression after coming here overnight is that it smells good.

When he breathed through his nose, it was filled with the unique quiet body fragrance of the two green plums and the sleeping incense after bathing, mixed with the fragrance of tea exhaled by Qingjun and Qianertan...

It was quite suitable for soothing the mind and falling asleep, but Zhao Rongjian didn't fall asleep.

At this time, he had no intention of sleeping in, so he tried to twitch his arms and prepare to get up.

Only then did he notice that his hands were numb from the pressure of Qingjun and Qianer.

Especially Xiao Qian'er, who was very wild when sleeping. Not only was her face buried in his arm, but she also stretched out a slender leg to press on his lower abdomen. She was very 'overbearing' and would kick him randomly from time to time.

Fortunately, Qingjun didn't have this kind of sleeping posture, and didn't press her long legs on him to compete with Xiao Qian'er for position.

Qingjun's sleeping appearance is more like that of a cat. When sleeping, his delicate body is curled up into a ball, only holding his left arm.

She seems to be very insecure, which is the opposite of Xiao Qian'er who has a 'domineering' sleeping posture.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and glanced calmly.

At this time, his movements also woke up Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er.

Or maybe someone had woken up a long time ago, but didn't open their eyes and continued to hug their 'husband' and enjoy the brief warmth of the bed in the autumn morning.

Zhao Rong got up and got out of bed silently. Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er fell asleep one after another.

On the bed, there are two beauties, one big and one small, one is delicate and the other is handsome.

The two women held their clothes and pushed pillows, their temples were half slanted, their postures were uneven, their slender fingers lazily rubbed their sleepy eyes, like a begonia waking up from a dream.

"Brother Rong'er~"

From the bed behind Zhao Rong came the soft, waxy sound of a girl's breast milk as she just woke up.

It's so gentle that a man's bones will become soft.

Xiao Qian'er's face was filled with a lazy and hazy look, but she leaned forward, stretched out her two small hands, and weakly held the sleeves of her husband who had gotten up early.

"Are you...are you still angry with Miss and Qian'er..."

Zhao Lingfei hugged the quilt and stretched out her bare hands, as if she wanted to hold her husband together with Xiao Qian'er.

However, Su's hand reached halfway, stopped in the air, and retracted hesitantly.

There are some words and things that Qian'er is better suited to say and do than she is.

Zhao Rong paused in his movement to get out of bed and did not look back. After a moment, he gently shook his head in the eyes of the two women behind him.

Finally said: "No."

There's a bit of magnetism in my throat.

This is the truth.

He is not angry anymore.

Zhao Rong just wondered why he came to sleep here, sleeping between the two women.

"But where to sleep is not to sleep at night..."

He murmured in his heart.

Return: "…………"

Good guy, so philosophical.

The stunned purple-clothed sword spirit thought for a while and said with a serious face: "Zhao Rong, are you really okay? Could it be that... you have seen through the world of mortals? But this is fine."

Zhao Rong ignored it again.

At this time, seeing Zhao Rong getting out of bed to get dressed, Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er quickly opened the quilt, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, put on a pair of embroidered shoes, and got up to help Zhao Rong put on the Confucian shirt smoked last night...

Not long after, Zhao Rong finished dressing and washing, and was ready to go out.

Qing Jun silently stepped forward, lowered his head and tied a jade plaque and jade bis around his waist.

Zhao Rong thought of something, took out an inconspicuous gray tobacco bag from the Xumi object, followed the refining method taught by the transparent woman, and opened the halo-shrouded mouth of the bag.

He lowered his head, twisted out a purple gold token with two fingers, and handed it to Xiao Qian'er who was serving him tea.

The latter was stunned and took the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion identity token that Qin Jianfu had put into the gray cigarette pouch. She did not lower her head to look at it, but looked at the calm Rong'er brother and the token he was holding casually in his hand.

Gray cigarette pouch.

Of course Xiao Qian'er knew this mysterious object, but she didn't know how it was refined by Brother Rong'er.

It stands to reason that a treasure of this level...

Zhao Lingfei on the side also noticed this, but like Xiao Qian'er who silently put away the purple gold token, the two women fell silent.

They didn't have time to ask him what exactly their husband had experienced in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, and what happened after he was taken into the secret place through the Dragon Coffin Array.

But rather than saying that they didn't have enough time, it is better to say that after seeing Zhao Rong's "safe return", the two girls put most of their attention on guarding against Zhu Yourong. They reunited in the Imperial Tomb Underground Palace before.

In fact, she and Zhao Rong had a tacit understanding in their eyes and were ready to talk in private. Unfortunately, because Mr. Zhu was there, he treated her as an outsider, so she kept delaying it until now...

At this moment, in front of the house, Zhao Rong, and the three of them were silently doing what they were doing.

Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer were each folding clothes and serving tea.

Just like the wives and concubines who served their husbands on official business in the Shanxia Dynasty, they were dignified, observant of etiquette, and fulfilled their duties.

But right now, the atmosphere in this 'family' is a bit silent.

The male host is serious about words...

At this time, Zhao Rong thought for a while, tied the gray cigarette bag around his waist, turned around, and prepared to go out silently.

"Brother Rong'er, drink some tea and warm yourself up."

Xiao Qian'er stepped up and quickly put the teacup in her hand to his lips.

Zhao Rong seemed to be worried. He was stunned for a while, then reached out to take it, without blowing it, he lowered his head and took a sip.

The girl who was feeding her tea took the opportunity to turn her head and look at the young lady folding clothes quietly next to her.

The latter glanced at her.

Xiao Qian'er touched her husband's heavy chest lovingly with her two little hands. She leaned in his arms with her small body and whispered, "Husband, will you come back for lunch?"

Zhao Rong stopped for a moment, shook his head, put down the tea cup, and gave it back to Xiao Qian'er.

The girl took the cup and said with an anxious and expectant look on her face: "Then... what about tonight?"

Next to her, Zhao Lingfei, who was folding clothes for him in front of the wardrobe, also pricked up her ears.

Yesterday, Zhu Yourong and the academy teachers were there, so Zhao Rong couldn't leave. Today, they may be leaving after investigating the Dali incident with their husbands.

So they may not be able to restrain Zhao Rong, and now they don't dare to follow him.

In this era, the man is the backbone of the family. He does not come back for dinner at noon or evening, which really makes the wives and concubines worried and panicked.

Moreover, Zhao Rong also had those unpleasant things happen to them yesterday. After this night, it seems that the impact is still there. He didn't seem to sleep last night.

Zhao Lingfei bit her red lips, and the white undershirt in her hand was folded and folded subconsciously by her bare hands, folding the clothes repeatedly...

Both she and Xiao Qian'er felt her husband's inexplicable depression. They didn't know what he was thinking about now and whether he still had a grudge...

The woman with autumn eyes suddenly felt a bitter and aggrieved taste in her mouth.

The woman's red lips were bitten by silver teeth and lost some of their color...

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while, shook his head and said: "Not sure, you can eat it, you don't have to wait for me."

Xiao Qian'er was hesitant to speak, but in the end she didn't ask him if he would come to bed at night, but said 'no'.

With a look of inquiry on her face, she whispered: "Brother Rong'er, we are leaving tomorrow, right?"

The little girl was making innuendoes.

Zhao Rong didn't think much, nodded, and added, "If the teachers and commanders have roughly completed the investigation of what happened today and there is no need for me to stay, then I will leave tomorrow."

"Um!"

Xiao Qian'er almost jumped up with joy and responded sweetly.

Brother Rong'er must have come back to stay at night, instead of leaving them alone and silently returning to Duyou City, leaving her and the young lady alone in the empty boudoir.

She glanced in the direction of the young lady with a sweet smile on her face.

But at this moment, Zhao Lingfei, who had been letting Xiao Qian'er speak, suddenly moved.

She held a scarf-like snow-white fox fur cloud shoulder in both hands, walked quickly to Zhao Rong who was raising his hand to open the door, raised her head and put the cloud shoulder on him without looking into his eyes.

Just like the virtuous wife of a wealthy family at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Rong remained silent and did not refuse.

After Zhao Lingfei carefully held his collar and put on the fox fur cloud shoulder, she calmly stopped her hand and turned aside.

He was dressed in warm clothes, raised his feet silently, and went out.
To be continued...