On a moonlit night, Li Bai's feet were a little numb when he stood on the tree. After all, maintaining this posture of looking up at the sky for a long time would be awkward and strenuous for even the most expert.

The key is that no one has looked at it for a long time.

The man holding the sword standing on the treetop changed his hand to hold the sword, and glanced at the two young lovers not far away who had walked halfway and hugged each other reluctantly, and were whispering as if no one was around.

The man looked a little melancholy at the moment.

If you two continue to be intimate, it will be daybreak... In this time, everyone should go back to get under the covers and sleep. Wouldn't it be better to leave tomorrow?

The speed of this grinding is almost comparable to that of Xiao Qian'er going shopping.

However, the complaints in his heart were all complaints in his heart, and it was not convenient for Li Bai to say anything.

He had promised Zhao Rong not long ago that he finally listened to the young lady and brought Su Xiaoxiao back, so facing Zhao Rong at this time, he was still a little short of breath...

Zhao Rong chewed the sweet persimmon in his mouth twice more and could not forget the taste.

He looked at the little fox demon and said nothing.

"These persimmons were given to me by Sister Lingfei. She picked two for me...I'll give you one to eat, and I'll eat the other one and taste the sweetness. They're all sweetened by Sister Lingfei.

..." She explained a few words softly, then tilted her head and asked: "Well, did you hear it, Zhao Lang?"

Zhao Rong nodded.

She asked if she understood.

After the instructions, Su Xiaoxiao nodded with satisfaction and waved her hand, "Okay, okay, just send it here. I'll leave by myself. Don't send me away. Go back quickly. Sister Lingfei and Sister Qian'er are still waiting for you at home.

Woolen cloth……"

Zhao Rong, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly smiled:

"Silly Xiaoxiao, you don't have to leave tonight to make way for me. Concubine Ling has already accepted you... although I don't know when she knew you." He lowered his eyes and tightened his mouth.

He took a sip and tasted the sweetness, "I don't know when this persimmon became ripe and how it turned from astringent to sweet. But if you really care about your sister Lingfei, you shouldn't leave tonight and stay with me."

Stay with her, just like before, it’s better to stick to her as much as possible.”

Zhao Rong hugged Su Xiaoxiao gently.

The latter was picked up, put his feet on his feet, rested his chin on his lover's shoulder, and said with a smile: "No, no, I have already talked a lot with Sister Lingfei tonight, but..."

Su Xiaoxiao paused, then moved her lips to Zhao Rong's ear, "There is still one person who should talk to her more, but she hasn't spoken. I'm going back first, leaving time for someone."

With that said, she gently left Zhao Rong's arms, turned around and ran towards the big tree where the man holding the sword was, who had already jumped down from the tree to greet her.

Midway, Su Xiaoxiao turned around lightly, not looking at the road, carrying the small book box and walking backwards, looking at Zhao Lang who was slightly stunned:

"Hey, you have to coax Sister Lingfei for me. I can't let her bury even a little bit of grievance and loneliness in her heart. You have to coax her!" She smiled brightly and touched her lip gloss with her right index finger, "Well, I

I will continue to eat the sweet persimmons picked by Sister Lingfei from now on. Long live Sister Lingfei~"

After the little fox demon finished speaking with a smile, he turned around and ran away without waiting for Zhao Rong to respond.

Under a tree not far away, she met Li Bai and exchanged a few words. Li Bai turned to Zhao Rong, who had some background, nodded, and left with the little fox demon.

Seeing the two people turning into a moon-white rainbow and leaving in an arc of light, Zhao Rong stopped where he was, raised his head and remained quiet for a while.

After a while, when there was no more figure in the sky, he silently withdrew his gaze and rubbed his face.

"Sweet persimmon..."

Zhao Rong murmured softly to himself, tightened his clothes in the cold wind, and turned around to return.

"Again...she gave it to me."

…

When Zhao Rong returned to the yard, the door of the main house was slightly open.

There was a gap left for him.

Reach out.

Push the door open and enter.

inside the house,

A lone lamp.

beside the table,

Two beauties.

One is tall and slender, the other is exquisite and short.

He was busy at the somewhat messy dining table.

They were wiping the table, and the cleaning was almost finished.

Zhao Rong's return did not seem to cause any disturbance.

Inside the room, under the orange light, the two beauties were swaying slightly as their shadows were projected on the wall.

The sound of a rag rubbing against the old wooden table made a rustling sound.

Xiao Qian'er raised her head, smiled at Ai Lang, raised her little finger with her slender hand holding the rag, and lightly brushed the hair behind her round ear beads.

Qingjun was still lowering his head to arrange the plates.

Zhao Rong entered the house and turned his back to close the door.

He turned around and walked forward, rolling up the sleeves of both hands as he walked.

The dazzlingly fair wrists were exposed, the fingers were slender and smooth, and they looked thin and strong.

The man came straight to the dining table, joined in, bowed his head, and looked serious.

Help the two green plums clear the table together.

Subsequently,

There was the sound of some porcelain bowls knocking against the table or other porcelain bowls on the table.

The three of them are in perfect harmony.

But it's also very quiet.

After the lively figure of a certain little fox demon in red clothes left, she seemed to have brought excitement and vitality to the room.

soon.

The dinner table was cleared.

But when Xiao Qian'er picked up a wooden plate filled with empty bowls and dishes and was about to turn around and send it back to the kitchen, the peach-eyed girl paused.

She took a step in place and still stopped in front of the table.

Xiao Qian'er glanced at the two people whose hands were "empty" at this time.

Well, it's not completely "empty". Brother Rong'er and Miss Rong'er still have something in their hands - one of his hands grabbed her hand that was about to leave with the wooden tray.

They stood at the table holding hands.

The atmosphere became silent for no reason.

"Qingjun."

Zhao Rong called out.

She tilted her ears and said nothing, as if waiting for him to say something.

"Qingjun."

He called again.

"Huh?" This time, she bowed her head and responded slightly.

"It's okay." Zhao Rongcan said with a smile, "I just wanted to call your name."

His words made Xiao Qian'er feel a little confused in her ears, but Zhao Lingfei was not angry. She just raised her head and glanced at her husband, then lowered her head, facing him sideways, staring at the table below.

Zhao Rong looked at his wife with a silly smile.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but no matter what, he had experienced so many things tonight, or in other words, had experienced so many things this day, it was not surprising that there would be more strange things that were difficult to understand.

Zhao Rong decided to completely follow his heart and do whatever he wanted to do now boldly... He just wanted to hold her hand tightly, look at her, he couldn't get enough of her, and call her name softly,

again and again.

As a result, the man who was staring at his wife's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly stretched out his hand to straighten the slightly slanted white flower pinned to her ear.

After putting it on again, I used my fingertips to smooth out some of the beauty's black hair temples.

Before finally retracting his hand, he stroked the delicate skin of her fair cheek with his thumb.

Everything is so natural.

The movements flow smoothly.

The skin on Zhao Lingfei's cheeks was slightly peach blossoms.

She raised her head and glanced at him quickly. It was obvious that the beauty was angry, but in Zhao Rong's eyes, he was surprisingly charming.
To be continued...