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Xiao Qian'er blinked her eyes and said innocently: "Brother Rong'er, why are you staring at me? Well, just now in the kitchen we... hummingly made you beautiful... and we weren't satisfied yet." As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.

At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao came in from the door with a small wooden bucket in her arms. The wooden bucket was filled with hot white rice.

I don’t know if it’s the lingering aftertaste from before, or if it’s because of the steam rising from the hot rice in her arms. Her little face is so pink, it’s really cute.

"Zhao Lang, Sister Lingfei, Sister Qian'er, let's get started~ Hey, what are you talking about?" the little fox demon asked curiously.

Xiao Qian'er turned her head and said with a serious face: "I am discussing with your Zhao Lang how to treat you as a reward for the exam tonight. Eat it up and wipe it clean! Xiao Xiao, do you want to discuss it together?"

"..."

Su Xiaoxiao's steps froze...Then the little fox demon hugged the rice pail and wanted to turn around and run away without saying a word. Fortunately, Zhao Rong had quick eyesight and quick hands to pull her back into his arms.

"Don't listen to Qian'er's nonsense."

He said helplessly, stretched out his fingers and stuck another grain of white rice from the corner of Su Xiaoxiao's mouth. This little coward is not good at anything. He is the best at cooking. One look at it and he knew that he had just eaten a few bites outside.

I don't know how to wipe my mouth.

In addition, Qian'er's goose-yellow dress fits Xiaoxiao very well at this time. The two of them are of the same height and height, Qian'er is slightly taller, but her little buttocks are a little more upturned, and the arc shape is

The meat tastes very good, so Ben Xiaoxiao is quite good. Although he is timid and likes dry rice, at least the meat grows where it should grow, and the old Zhao family's food is not wasted.

And Xiao Qian'er had to reflect on this point seriously. Being too thin is not good, and occasionally it hurts. Although the current scholarly atmosphere among Confucian sects in the mountains and downstairs, the popular aesthetic is a skinny and delicate aesthetic.

If Xiao Qian'er were placed there, she would definitely be the maid with red sleeves and fragrance that many Confucian scholars dream of... Of course, only Zhao Rong knew that letting Qian'er study with her in the study, forget about the fragrance in red sleeves, it would just add chaos.

"Are you kidding me? I really can't escape now, I'm falling into the arms of the big bad wolf! How stupid!" Xiao Qian'er made faces at Su Xiaoxiao with a smile and continued to scare her.

"Liar fox! Sister Qian'er." Su Xiaoxiao hugged Zhao Rong's arm and raised her head and muttered: "Zhao Lang will not eat me. He is not a big demon who eats foxes. At most, he likes to ride foxes...

And Sister Lingfei is here at night, so Xiaoxiao is not afraid!"

"Sister Qian'er will be here that night, aren't you afraid?" Xiao Qian'er blinked and went to Hasselblad's little ticklish nest. The little fox demon chuckled and patted her little hand, and the two girls started laughing and playing around.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei looked at each other helplessly. He sighed and shook his head. Qingjun smiled. Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to cover her bare hand and clasped it with his ten fingers.

"The Evil God"

After that, the couple took the small wooden bucket and cooked rice together. They filled six bowls. Su Xiaoxiao and Xiao Qian'er both had big appetites, so they had to cook at least two bowls.

"Okay, it's time to eat, you two girls, stop playing around." Zhao Rong coughed twice and showed off the aura of the head of the family.

Su Xiaoxiao and Zhao Qian'er immediately sat up straight. The little fox demon reacted, jumped up from Zhao Rong's arms with a slightly red face, and sat on the wooden bench on the other side. Zhao Rong calmly raised the sleeve cover of one hand.

Come on, he glanced at Su Xiaoxiao. Sometimes she looked stupid, and her temper was indeed pure and cowardly. So Zhao Rong couldn't figure out whether she was knowingly or not. Could it be a racial talent?

Zhao Rong felt a little melancholy.

"Brother Rong'er, why do you keep peeking at Xiaoxiao?"

"Nonsense, I'm looking at it honestly."

"Then why didn't you peek at me and Miss?"

"You guys still need to peek?"

"..."

Xiao Qian'er snorted and suddenly stretched out Bai Shengsheng's little hand, "Brother Rong'er, what's your score in this big exam?"

Zhao Rong was helpless, "Don't you already know?"

"No, we have to check it in person?"

"I don't have a transcript. How can I take off the red list at the entrance of the school and give it to you?"

"What about the test paper? Hmm, let me know if it's really a perfect score."

Zhao Rong remained calm, "I can't give you another piece of chess, painting, and calligraphy... How about Le Yi playing another song for you?"

"never mind."

"Why?"

"We have to eat later."

"?"

"Humph, maybe your music score of 6 is not as good as me and Xiaoxiao's playing." Xiao Qian'er then became curious, "By the way, what did you draw in terms of painting?"

"You guys."

"Well, that's good. I'd like to praise you and add chicken legs." She asked again, "What about the other ones?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while and took out a manuscript, "I only have a manuscript of the classics and meaning test questions with me. I originally planned to take it back and ask Mr. Yan for advice. You can take a look if you want."

Xiao Qian'er immediately finished it, spread it out solemnly, and looked at it seriously, nodding her head from time to time, "Hmm... um... not bad."

A certain little fox demon who was holding a bowl and waiting for rice couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to care about her husband's studies. Su Xiaoxiao jumped off the stool and leaned over, "Wait a minute, I'll check too!"

Su Xiaoxiao and Zhao Qian'er huddled together, looking down for a moment with serious faces, mumbling, "Eating in a basket... Drinking in a gourd, don't worry but feel happy... Hey, what's so fun?" It seemed that they suddenly remembered that this was the place.

The perfect score paper ordered by Mr. Academy, he immediately nodded his head, "Wonderful, wonderful, that's how it is..."

Zhao Qian'er glanced at her companion quietly, as if wondering that Ben Xiaoxiao could understand everything? She thought for a while, nodded seriously, frowned and praised, "Well, not bad, not bad..."

These two girls...Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing. Zhao Lingfei next to her was serving them fish soup and pursed her lips in a smile.

Afterwards, they all finished flipping through the manuscript in a dignified manner, sighing slightly, and then handed it back to Zhao Rong with incomprehensible expressions, not forgetting to encourage their husbands.

"Brother Rong'er is okay this time. We must keep up our efforts and don't be proud."

"Zhao Lang's calligraphy is really beautiful, eh, but don't be too proud! Try to write better next time!"

The two girls waved their little hands, showing their demeanor of being very helpful wives.

"Okay, okay." Zhao Rong nodded immediately and asked: "You two eldest ladies, can we start dinner?"

Afterwards, the four of them played kuaizi together and started dinner together. Although it was a little longer than before, the cooperation was very tacit and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Halfway through, Qingjun gently scooped up a spoonful of milky white fish soup with a silver spoon and put it into his red lips. Qianer and Xiaoxiao did the same, and Zhao Rong looked slightly sideways.

"The fish soup is quite fresh. My husband should also drink some." Qing Jun served a bowl for Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded.

After dinner, the four of them cleared the table and washed the dishes together. After the rain, the sky cleared up and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

For some reason, the moon is particularly bright tonight.

Zhao Rong carried a bench to the corridor. When the autumn wind blew, Qingjun moved a small red clay stove, and Xiaoxiao and Qian'er brought a jar of fruit wine.

In the corridor in the wind, four people sat together on a bench, the stove warmed the wine, and they drank together to warm themselves up. For a moment, they looked at each other in silence.

It was Su Xiaoxiao who spoke first, "Sister Lingfei, I have to leave first, otherwise I won't be able to come back due to the curfew of Taiqing Mansion."

Zhao Lingfei was dressed in blue-gold frosty dawn horns, which were particularly bright and moving under the moonlight, like a goddess in the moon palace. She gently pressed the fox-eyed girl's hand, "Don't leave, stay here tonight."

Su Xiaoxiao sighed and closed her mouth again, lowering her head and her face gradually turned red.

Concubine Zhao Ling said softly to her: "Tell us how you met Tzuyu."

The little fox demon's spirit was shaken, and he immediately talked about the past with Zhao Rong in high spirits.

Zhao Rong listened with a smile and fiddled with the small stove with a pair of pokers. Su Xiaoxiao suddenly turned around and asked: "Mr. Zhao, do you know how long we have known each other?"

Zhao Rong whispered, "It's been almost two and a half years."

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head, "Nonsense, it's not even a year yet!"

Zhao Rong looked up at the bright moon and suddenly laughed: "Really? Why do I feel that we have known each other for almost two years."

Su Xiaoxiao counted on his fingers and said, "Did Zhao Lang also include the time in the dream?"

Zhao Rong smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Lingfei picked up the small fire tongs and helped him control the heat of the stove. She lowered her eyes and asked: "Husband, I have always had a question. When you bought that ticket to Nanxiaoyaozhou, did you really want to go there and never come back?

?"

Zhao Rong nodded, then shook his head, "I misunderstood you at that time, so I insisted on going my own way."

Zhao Lingfei asked again: "Then after you got the jade and figured out everything, did you ever think about continuing to Nanxiaoyaozhou outside the ferry at Longquan Mountain in Dachu?"

Zhao Rong hesitated, took a sip of wine and nodded, "But I'm still here and want to hold your hand."

"But what my husband really likes deep down in his heart is the life of sailing south, studying and traveling, right? If it weren't for the bond between me and Qian'er. Because..." Zhao Lingfei said softly, "Last time we had a quarrel in Dali

Later, the husband was also wondering whether to go south and leave. The road not chosen may always remain in the deepest part of the husband's heart."

Zhao Rong didn't speak for a while, looking at the stove in trance. After a long time, he took a sip of wine and said, "Maybe."

Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er looked at each other, and she suddenly smiled, "If your husband chooses another path, I won't actually feel that sad."

The drinking man was stunned. This obsession has indeed always remained in his heart.

"Actually, I and Qian'er only need to know your husband's thoughts. They only need to know that your husband doesn't want to abandon Concubine and Qian'er. He just wants to... leave for a while. So, it's actually okay. It doesn't necessarily mean that you like someone.

It might be a better choice to keep him all the time and let him go occasionally..."

Zhao Lingfei raised her head and said seriously: "Because there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever, but as long as we have each other in our hearts, all departures are just a better reunion next time."
To be continued...