Um?

Zhao Rong had quick eyes and quick hands. He reached out to fish it out and caught the thin piece of fabric in his hand before it fell to the ground.

What is this?

Zhao Rong looked curious and felt that the piece of cloth was light and thin, and felt smooth and soft to the touch.

He grasped the cloth tightly with his right hand, and did not look at it immediately. Instead, he put on the gown with his left hand first. After freeing his hand, he loosened his fist with his right hand and spread out the strange piece of cloth, revealing his true face.

What I saw was a small piece of silk, in the shape of a rhombus. The silk surface was smooth and clean, and the color was a rare milky white. There was a graceful green lotus embroidered on it. The combination of green and white was quite eye-catching.

Zhao Rong was quite confused at first glance, but when he saw several thin straps hanging down on both sides of the cloth, he was slightly startled, and then his eyes gradually widened.

There was silence in the room. Zhao Rong stood alone in front of the table, staring at the "autumn clothes" sent by Qingjun in his hand without blinking.

Zhao Rong suddenly sighed and shook his head, "Hey, why is Qingjun so careless? He stuffed all these private things randomly..."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked inside the empty house. The moonlight outside the window was shining coldly, and occasionally the sound of insects in the courtyard could be heard.

"Ahem."

As soon as Zhao Rong stopped speaking, his eyes also stopped at the bright moon outside the window. His expression gradually became strange. He did not lower his head, but used three fingers to twist Zhao Lingfei's underwear carefully.

After a while.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but lower his head to take a peek again. He blinked, opened his bellyband again and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, his eyes stopped somewhere.

It was a line of beautiful small characters, embroidered with colorful silk threads.

"Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin."

Zhao Rong murmured to himself and pursed his lips in silence.

He remembered meeting her for the "first time" that day at the Four Seasons Hall in the Fourth House of Taiqing. He happened to be Qingjin, a student.

The green one is your collar, the long one is my state of mind.

But for Zhao Rong, this love poem, using the method of "fu", has a deeper meaning, which is clear at a glance.

Qingjun's raised eyebrows and long, squinting eyes could not help but reappear in his mind.

She smiles like a flower.

Brother Rong'er, you know, I've been thinking about you all the time these days, and your shadow always appears in front of my eyes.

If I don't see you for one day, it will be three autumns.

Zhao Rong looked down again.

This line of words happened to be located on the right side of the upper part of the bellyband. His thoughts changed. According to Qingjun's slim figure, if he wore this pure white bellyband embroidered with cool lotus flowers and tied a thin belt on the jade back, he would

In addition, the canteen of their two sons is larger, and the fabric is stretched out somewhere... This line of text is right in Qingjun's heart.

How is this different from embroidering his name on it?

Just more shy.

"My heart is long..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but recited it again, and then he couldn't help but fell into a trance again.

He misses her too.

During the day, Qingjun asked him how much he loved her.

The best of this life.

Zhao Rong did not hesitate at that time.

No matter whether Qingjun was looking at his Xinhu lie detector at that time, he would answer like this because this is the answer and he has a clear conscience.

Zhao Rong asked himself, Qingjun or Xiaoxiao, who did he like more?

On the way to Duyou City to find Qingjun, especially after he and Xiaoxiao met in Yuanyuan, Zhao Rong was still confused and even hesitated.

However, when he was at the foot of the secluded mountain, he chose to run desperately and hold Qingjun's hand; when he secretly kissed her in the Four Seasons Hall, she blushed and lowered her head; when outside Qinglianxuan, Qingjun was cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

He asked for a kiss and offered his first lips.

Zhao Rong felt that he had already asked his true intention.

The two have grown from childhood sweethearts to old and grey-headed couples holding hands, and they have a close life-and-death bond.

She is the bright moon above the nine heavens, always in my heart.

Xiaoxiao couldn't live up to that stupid girl's affection, and Qingjun's affection was even more difficult for him to bear.

Qingjun's love appears to be the cold moonlight, but in reality it is disguised as the scorching sun!

Just like the close-fitting bellyband with embroidered characters that he was holding in his hand right now. In addition, Zhao Rong had already inadvertently felt the Confucian shirt with asymmetric sleeves, the white Xipa with fat ducks embroidered on it, etc. Over the years,

She silently did it for him, and he didn't know how much she did for him.

For some reason, Zhao Rong suddenly became curious about Qingjun's boudoir, and he didn't know how much affection was hidden there for him.

Because of such strong affection, after seeing her hurriedly trying to please her in the morning, he dragged Qingjun into the woods in a hurry.

Zhao Rong wanted it all, but facing Qingjun like this, he was calm on the surface, but he felt more and more guilty in his heart. He didn't want to hide it anymore. Even in Zhao Rong's opinion, the time to confess to her was still not mature, and it was very possible.

The reaction was so intense that it was overwhelming...

But he was afraid that he would regret it the next second, so he hurriedly led Qingjun into the woods and looked at her face to face.

Let Qingjun take a look at his inner lake.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't know if she looked or what she saw...

Not long after.

A gust of night wind broke into the house, and the soft and elegant fabrics and delicate hanging ribbons in his hands were flying in the wind.

Zhao Rong came to his senses. He walked over and closed the window. He then lowered his head and looked at the piece of clothing in his hand. It seemed to be a special autumn coat carefully prepared for him by his wife to keep out the cold at night.

Zhao Rong coughed twice.

So, from this point of view, Qingjun shouldn't have brought this in accidentally, right?

Could it be that in her boudoir, Qingjun stacked her intimate clothes with the clothes knitted for him?

Ahem, this is actually an excuse for the lady to grit her teeth in embarrassment when asking her back.

Zhao Rong thought amusingly, looking forward to meeting Qingjun next time and asking her about this. Qingjun's reaction must be wonderful, right?

At the same time, Zhao Rong suddenly realized that Qingjun had told him not to lose the cloth bag when he gave it to him before leaving in the morning. Ahem, if he lost it, it would be a trivial matter to lose blood and hold it back, he guessed.

He had to let Qing Jun kill the dog with a sword to vent his anger.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look down at the pure white bellyband of Lotus. It turned out that Qingjun was not the White Lotus who didn't know anything. It was not the case. After all, he had worn a wedding dress once and had a lot of "professional knowledge" on the wedding night.

She was told by experienced women in the Duke's palace.

Thinking of this, he suddenly frowned. Speaking of this bellyband, will the lady...

Zhao Rong held both sides of his bellyband and unfolded it, quietly lowered his head, "checked" it, briefly put it aside, and then immediately raised his head.

Zhao Rong shook his head and laughed. At the same time, he cursed secretly and muttered: "I really have your Zhao Ziyu, I can't think of anything."

He just sniffed it carefully, it was full of fragrance, and he tasted the fragrance.

There is indeed some jasmine scent that is unique to Qingjun, and that special virgin fragrance, but there is only a wisp of it. It is more of a refreshing fragrance similar to agarwood.

Thinking about it, according to Qingjun's temperament, it is already good to be able to take the initiative to give him this special autumn coat to protect him from the cold when he is studying at night. When he is uncomfortable, she can pour hot water for him to drink with her bare hands.

Already.

And it seems that after washing, washing, and scenting this carefully selected undergarment, it was clean and tidy, and I felt relieved that I had accidentally "misplaced" it.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, aware of his wife's warmth and thoughtfulness, but he still sighed softly. If Qingjun was in front of him at this time, Zhao Rong wanted to tell her seriously that there is no need to go to such trouble, dirty or not.

It doesn't matter, he can do it all and is not picky.

Ahem, in fact, whether it is original or not is secondary. What is important is that I feel sorry for Qingjun for such a hard work. He can actually help with washing and incense, and it is not that difficult. If she doesn't believe her husband, she is just worrying too much.

too much……

Zhao Rong pinched his bellyband and sighed with regret, while complaining that his wife was too virtuous.

Gradually, he felt as if a fire was brewing in his lower abdomen, and his energy and blood began to boil even more...

Zhao Rong subconsciously looked sideways, and he saw that it was late in the morning and late at night, and it was autumn. It was quiet inside and outside the house, which was a good time to do things.

His eyes lingered on the pure white bellyband of the lotus for a while, and he nodded gently. It was indeed time to do something. He had been waiting and brewing for several days, and could not delay any longer. Qingjun happened to be taking pains to help...

…

The next second, Zhao Rong clenched his fist, grabbed his wife's bellyband, and walked towards the bed...

After nine breaths.

Zhao Rong turned back from his bed, returned to the open space in the center of the house, and continued to walk with his fists. Qingjun's bellyband had been carefully hidden by him.

You can take advantage of the vision of the boiling red snake, which is probably caused by the bowl of glutinous rice porridge with lotus seeds, and the burning fire of Qi and blood in your lower abdomen, to calmly attack the meridians.

The chicken must not get wet, or it will never come back again.
To be continued...