Before, after Zhao Lingfei brought him and Qian'er back, the stewards had been following her around, reporting various banquet invitations from the top families in Duyou City.

But they were all declined by the lady. The reason for the refusal was that she had something important to do in the evening.

But before Zhao Rong could think carefully about what the lady said was the important thing this night... Qingjun went to take a bath without looking back.

Ahem, of course I didn’t bring Zhao Rong with me. If so, it would be a ghost.

On the roof, Zhao Rong sighed softly, looked up at the bright moon, reached out his hand, and spread his fingers.

He caught the bright moon in the sky from a distance.

The lady didn't say a word, and just went to take a bath and incense. She didn't say anything about her plans for tonight or where he would sleep...

However, fortunately, there was Xiao Qian'er, a caring little cotton-padded jacket, who directly took her uncle and bamboo horse brother, whom the young lady did not want but she wanted, to the inner house to get him clothes, boil water, and take a bath.

So, after Zhao Rongzai washed himself carefully, he was pulled up to the roof by Qianer, who had also finished bathing, to look at the moon.

Zhao Rong looked around but couldn't find the lady, and he didn't know if she had finished washing. Maybe she just slept and left him to fend for himself.

Alas, it's good for Qian'er. If you don't compete with him for seats, just follow him.

Zhao Rong nodded secretly in his heart.

The next second, he raised his butt slightly and moved to the right, making way for the little girl beside him who was quietly 'squeezing' him.

"snort!"

What I didn't expect was that Xiao Qian'er, who was propping up her chin and seeming to be staring at the moon in the distance, suddenly wrinkled her nose and snorted in annoyance.

She stood up suddenly, walked to the eaves away from the big pig's hooves, and sat down again.

Zhao Rong blinked and looked at the little girl's lonely and thin back.

He hesitated for a moment, stood up, walked over, and sat next to her.

But Xiao Qian'er turned around and ignored him.

Zhao Rongcong looked at her profile. A few strands of black hair were dancing in the wind on her cheeks and ears.

He thought for a moment and followed Zhao Qian'er's gaze.

At this time, looking from the angle of this roof, the bright moon is embedded in the night sky on the right side of Youshan. However, Youshan is pitch black with only a few scattered lights. It is not known whether it has changed into a 'flower dress'.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and glanced at the little girl who ignored him.

He pursed his lips slightly, took out a "gaudy" gadget from his sleeve, and inserted it into Xiao Qian'er's hair.

She turned her head angrily, grabbed the 'clutter' on her head, and prepared to throw it away.

But in the next second, his pretty face was stunned and he said in surprise:

"Hey, purple flowers!"

Zhao Qian'er's peach blossom eyes widened, she raised her head and looked with piercing eyes.
Chapter completed!