Zhao Rong, who was busy with his head down, couldn't help but raise his head and look at her quietly.

But he bumped into a pair of long autumn eyes that were also staring quietly.

It turns out that his sweetheart also cares about him.

Qing Jun smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong smiled like a spring breeze.

Then……

"I want it too." came the weak voice of a little girl.

"Puch." Qingjun smiled again.

Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head.

Qian'er puffed her mouth and bumped the big pig's hooves with her small body.

Zhao Rong was startled and glanced at Qing Jun, who was snickering again.

He leaned forward and bumped into her.

Qingjun let out a light sound and bit his lip.

She lowered her head and glanced at the dark ink on her fingers.

The woman's autumn eyes narrowed slightly and she smiled happily. The next second, she suddenly reached out her hand and wiped it on the face of the man beside her.

A certain little girl also cleverly raised her hand full of ink and followed.

Zhao Rong was stunned and looked down. On the mirror-like water, there were painted faces on both sides.

He blinked and dipped his fingers in ink.

But when he looked up again, Qingjun and Qian'er who had made a sneak attack had already disappeared...

…

Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qianer.

The three childhood sweethearts reunited again, just like when they were children.

He no longer has horns, but his hair has already become knotted.

…

After Zhao Rong and the others finished washing the inkstones in the ink pool, they went back to Dongli Xiaozhu to pack some things.

Except that some daily necessities that Zhao Lingfei bought for him need to be put away.

Zhao Rong also needs to return a 'special autumn coat' under the supervision of a certain big light bulb.

With a stern face, Qian'er put away the young lady's 'small clothes' that someone had neatly folded and handed over.

She glanced at the two people in front of her.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei both turned away, looking a little embarrassed.

Qian'er suddenly whispered to Zhao Rong:

"Brother Rong'er, I'm not meddling. You have kept this for a long time. You men are sloppy... I have to take it back and clean it... clean it up... you and the lady can play... just play for fun, but

Pay attention to hygiene..."

The little girl's voice was almost inaudible in the end.

Zhao Lingfei quickly turned her back on her delicate body, and Lianbu hurriedly escaped from the north room, saying, "Brother Rong'er's bed quilt should be dried, I will take it back."

Zhao Rong glanced at the bright sun at noon outside.

He turned back and looked at Xiao Qian'er with an expressionless expression, which made him wonder, as if he knew everything.

If I say that I simply...forget it, I won't say it anymore, you won't believe it.

If you believe me, it is also based on doubting whether Brother Rong'er and I have any strange problems.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Afterwards, the three of them finished cleaning up.

Zhao Rong introduced two friends, Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu, to Qingjun and Qianer.

The four of them smiled and exchanged a few words and got to know each other.

After nothing happened, Zhao Rong, dressed in a green shirt, carrying a bottle of wine, took his wife, who was dressed in purple, with a food box, and Qian'er, who had to squeeze in between the two of them, to go to Mr. Yan's seabass banquet.

According to what Eldest Brother said before, the banquet will be held at Lanzhoudu.

It happened to be the place where Zhao Rong had his last class, so he was quite familiar with it.

After about one stick of incense.

The three of them passed the canyon where the Sutra Lecture Pavilion is located, which is the only way to the riverside.

As soon as the group stepped out of the canyon, the sound of distant waves of the river hit them.

Zhao Rong kept walking, preparing to pass directly with Qingjun and Qian'er.

But suddenly, he noticed that Qing Jun beside him seemed to pause slightly.

Turning around, he found that she was looking back, staring in the direction of the ancient pavilion and ancient well she had just passed by.

"Qingjun, what's the matter?"

Zhao Rong stopped and looked at the Zhengguan Well, which had the water he dreamed of.

He suddenly said: "That ancient pavilion is called Jingjing Pavilion. Mr. Shuyuan likes to link Jingyi Avenue here, and the ancient well inside is famous..."

Zhao Rong looked at Qingjun's face and repeated what he knew.

Zhao Lingfei slowly turned around and listened with a dazed expression on her face for a while.

She thought for a moment and shook her head: "It's okay."

Zhao Rong said in a serious tone, "Is everything really okay?"

Zhao Lingfei thought about it again, nodded slightly, took her husband's arm, and leaned against him.

Zhao Rong nodded, smiled, and stopped asking.

The three of them started on their way again.

Zhao Lingfei straightened her waist and gently held her husband in her arms. She looked at Lidu passing by in the distance, her autumn eyes slightly closed.

She was silent, suppressing the sword energy in her body that had been calm for a long time but suddenly had strange waves.

…………

Lanzhou Ferry.

Maple forest, wooden table, fine wine.

Confucian scholars, classics, and delicacies.

A bass feast is being held.

When Zhao Rong arrived with his wife and Qian'er, everyone else had already arrived.

The number of people at this banquet was not large, only about ten people. It was considered a private gathering for Mr. Yan and his disciples.

The reason for holding the event, according to senior brother, was that Mr. Yan missed the water shield soup and seabass soup in his hometown because of the autumn wind.

The only outsiders at the banquet were Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer.

Zhao Rong smiled and introduced Qingjun and Qian'er to Mr. Yan and the brothers and sisters.

In the eyes of the academicians at the banquet.

The lady and her personal maid are both female sword cultivators in the Haoran Realm under the age of eighteen, and both are talented students from the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion.

The former is a monster who is about to reach the Heavenly Will Realm and is famous in Taiqing Mansion.

Such an astonishing blessing, if someone didn't know about it, they would think that this junior brother was the direct heir of some wealthy family.

Everyone at the banquet secretly breathed in and looked at him.

His eyes wandered back and forth on Zhao Rong and the three of them, especially Zhao Lingfei, who was holding Zhao Rong's arm tightly. She had been famous for a long time and was dressed in mysterious purple clothes, which was very eye-catching.

Many men raised their glasses and took a few more sips in silence.

Appreciate beautiful people, taste fine wine, and taste delicious food.

It's all ready today.

All the Confucian scholars smiled happily.

Before, most of them, except for senior brother Li Jinshu and others, had only heard of this matter, but now they saw it with their own eyes, and the real person came here.

Alas, this Zhao Ziyu, Junior Brother Zhao, is so blessed.

The academicians at the banquet all knew the origin of Zhao Rong, the junior fellow student.

However, he kept silent about his identity as a son-in-law and did not spread it in the academy.
To be continued...