He felt very disadvantaged when someone else looked at the woman he loved so much.

As for pride and complacency, Zhao Rong has long since faded away from this feeling and is no longer such a low-interest person.

Now he is eager to hide his wife...

Fortunately, today is not the era of Zhao Rong's previous life.

Zhao Lingfei was conservative and polite, and she seemed to understand Zhao Rong, or the men's thoughts very well, although he never had any requirements for his clothing.

But Qingjun never wore any cool clothes, but mostly dressed like a conservative wife of a Confucian scholar.

So in general, Zhao Rong has nothing to be dissatisfied with except that Zhao Lingfei is too beautiful and often makes other people turn around when walking on the street.

At this time, Zhao Rong, who was walking with Qingjun on his arm, couldn't help but smile at the unfair conclusion he had drawn in his mind.

He shook his head.

He also said that the lady is a jealous person, and he himself is not much better...

"By the way, Qingjun, weren't you waiting for me at Dongli Xiaozhu before? Why did you suddenly run outside the academy again? Are you looking for Qian'er? Then what did you buy at that restaurant?"

Zhao Rong was full of doubts about what happened in a short period of time.

Zhao Lingfei squinted at Qian'er, who was jumping around and following them.

She shook her head.

"Who wants to find this little girl? She passed the trial a few days ago. Not long after she came back, it was time to get familiar with the affairs of Xiaoyao Mansion with her fellow disciples."

"I told her to stay in Xiaoyao Mansion and not to run out in a hurry. You are always in the academy and you can't run away. Opportunities come often, but she refuses to obey. It would be better to let this little girl wait outside for a while.

"

Zhao Rong smiled, looked at Qian'er who stuck out her tongue, and reached out to rub her head.

The little girl jumped back alertly and gave him a fierce look.

Zhao Lingfei slowly replied:

"I took your key and on the way to Dongli Xiaozhu, I happened to run into Senior Brother. He mentioned to me the matter of Mr. Yan holding a seabass banquet. He told me seriously several times and told me to supervise you.

Let’s go to the banquet with you.”

Speaking of this, she looked forward to Zhao Rong with her beautiful eyes and smiled as brightly as Yan.

"I heard you said that Mr. Yan likes to drink, so I went out to buy a bottle of fine wine. There are no fairy shops here, so I can't buy fairy wine, but the shopkeeper of the restaurant said that the gentlemen in the academy all like the Songhua wine in their restaurant.

, I just picked up a jar and left."

Zhao Lingfei did not look at her husband, but looked ahead and spoke softly:

"Knowing that you like to eat preserved eggs, I also ordered three plates to serve as snacks for you, Mr. Yan, and the senior brothers..."

"Brother Rong'er, although Mr. Yan values ​​you, you can't go to the banquet empty-handed. Next time I'm not around, you should also pay attention..."

"In addition, I cleaned your house and took a closer look. I found that you have a lot of living expenses that you haven't purchased yet. How can you live like this? I bought some for you. Well, I'll go there later.

See if there are any other items missing..."

The smile on Zhao Rong's lips gradually dropped. He turned his head and looked at his wife's beautiful profile quietly.

Her clear and soft voice was in my ears, but she was talking about trivial matters at home.

Zhao Rong was slightly startled.

Even Qian'er, who had been active next to him, became quiet, his eyes darting between the young lady and Brother Rong'er.

Zhao Lingfei stared ahead seriously and spoke clearly what she had been thinking about in her heart.

She continues to "take care" of her husband who lives a casual life with all her treasures.

"Also, I see that your bed is neatly made, and there is some dust on it. Brother Rong'er, have you not gone to bed to rest for a long time? Do you rest casually on a chair or a desk?"

Zhao Lingfei frowned, "This is not possible. Even if you are in good health now, you still need necessary rest. Don't forget about food and sleep while studying. When you are exhausted, you should go to the bed and sleep for a while... Brother Rong'er, did you hear that?

?”

"...Oh, I heard you, Qingjun."

"Well, don't deal with me. I'll come back next time. By the way, Brother Rong'er, are you short of money? I have some money here that I saved. If you want to use it, feel free to take it...

Well, Brother Rong'er, I'm not teaching you how to do things, just..."

"Madam, I am not short of money now. You spend a lot of money practicing, so you don't need to give it to me. Besides, it's okay. Madam taught me how to do things."

Someone interrupted, blinked, and said unethical words without blushing or heartbeat.

"Husband, really?"

"real."

"Lady."

"Um?"

Someone whispered: "You are so kind."

The woman squinted at him, "You just know that?"

…

After half a stick of incense.

Zhao Rong brought Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er to Suixingtang.

Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er were waiting outside the door.

Zhao Rong ignored the strange looks from the students in Suixing Hall and entered the hall to continue his class.

About a quarter of an hour later, the make-up calligraphy class on the holiday ended.

Everyone dispersed.

Zhao Rong packed up his things and glanced at the empty school.

He picked up a few inkstones he had used, and took Qingjun and Qianer, who were waiting, to the lakeside to wash ink.
Chapter completed!