Qinglianju, the roof of a wing in the inner courtyard.

Under the moon.

"Like it?"

Zhao Rong looked down at Zhao Qian'er with a warm voice.

I saw the little girl who had been cheering was lowering her little head, her pink lips slightly opened, and staring blankly at the purple flower in her hand.

The corners of her eyes were bent down, her eyelashes were lightly fanned, and she stretched out a finger, gently stroking the delicate petals with her fingertips, caring for them carefully.

At this moment, hearing Zhao Rong's smiling question, Zhao Qian'er nodded happily, "Yes, I like it."

Her soft voice paused, she quickly raised her head to look at his bright eyes, then quickly lowered her head, and repeated the sentence in a weak voice.

"I...like it very much."

Zhao Rong nodded assuredly and said with a smile, "That's good."

You gave it to me...I like it all, I like it very much.

Zhao Qian'er, who lowered her head to admire the flowers, said something silently in her heart.

"Ahem, aren't you angry?"

Zhao Qian'er came back to her senses, curled her lips, and said without looking at him: "Well, I'll forgive you this time."

"…………"

Zhao Rong glanced at her. In fact, he still didn't fully understand. Why was this girl so angry that she liked to sit crowded together so much?

Qingjun was right in scolding her, she was indeed a skinny girl.

Of course Zhao Rong would not say these words.

At this moment, he nodded slightly.

Only then did Zhao Qianer become lively and excited again.

She turned her back, tilted her little head back slightly, leaned on Zhao Rong's left shoulder, raised the purple flower with her little hand, pouted her pink lips, and blew the scent, "Huhu~"

The little girl leaned against Zhao Rong, looking at the purple flowers under the moonlight while blowing the petals happily.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but feel better when he saw this.

Zhao Qianer asked curiously: "Brother Rong'er, how do you know that I like Ziyihua? Did the lady tell you?"

Zhao Rong smiled and said nothing, squinting at the dark mountains in the distance.

At this time, the night is getting darker, a jade plate hangs in the sky, and on the top of the mountain under the moon, the outline of an ancient platform is faintly visible.

If the legend spread among the wells in Duyou City is true, the ancient Youwang once went up to the lonely platform alone under the moon and looked at the Great Emperor's Palace in his hometown of Zhongzhou.

Then I wonder if those palaces in the distant Central Continent that were expected to stand forever when they were built are still there?

In the long river of time in the Xuanhuang Realm, there are gradually collapses and ruins.

I am left alone with a solitary tower facing each other across the sea, to the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth, solitary under the moon.

However, for Zhao Rong, these ancient and heavy histories that make people breathless have nothing to do with him, and the flow of time has not carved any traces of wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

About this secluded mountain that seems to contain countless secrets and is covered with historical dust.

Apart from the legend he heard this morning, the only memory that impressed Zhao Rong was the incident that happened that afternoon when he met Qingjun in white at the foot of Youshan Mountain when he arrived at Duyou City after traveling thousands of miles away.

He still remembers that he saw Jiang Chebai handing a purple flower to Qingjun in the mirror, flowers and moonlight in the inn at the foot of Youshan Mountain.

When the lady already had a purple flower, she took it after hesitating for a moment.

At that time, Zhao Rong drank all the tea on the table without even letting go of the tea leaves.

Of course, after the misunderstanding was resolved, he also deeply reflected on himself.

At the same time, after calming down, Zhao Rong quickly figured out why Qingjun, who seemed to dislike flowers, took the extra purple flower.

Zhao Rong remembered that Xiao Qian'er had been fond of playing with flowers and plants since she was a child. However, during the grand ceremony on Youshan Mountain, Qian'er went out for a trial and did not return.

Therefore, it is self-evident why Qingjun accepted the purple flower when he regarded Jiang Chebai as an ordinary fellow disciple.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong never mentioned the matter in front of Qingjun.

He was afraid that her frightened and random thoughts might misunderstand his thoughts, or that she might remember the shadowy experience that day.

However, Zhao Rong kept Qian'er's love for Ziyihua in his heart.

Fortunately, many of these rare items in the past were on the market because of the grand ceremony held in Youshan that day.

After seeing him in Sheng Wanbao in the morning, he quietly became a big dog owner.

At this moment, on the eaves, Zhao Rong didn't answer, and Zhao Qian'er started chirping again.

She turned back and glanced at Zhao Rong, "Humph, everyone knows how to send flowers. Brother Rong'er is getting better and better at coaxing girls. I don't know where he learned it..."

How dare Zhao Rong answer the call?

Although the little girl said this, she couldn't let go of the curved corners of her mouth.

"Huh~ Brother Rong'er, brother Rong'er, the purple flower changes into a different color every day. How about I wear this little flower and change into a new skirt of the same color every day?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched, "Good guy, your whole family has been ruined."

"Brother Rong'er, even if you have a conscience, Qian'er has not served you in vain. Unlike the young lady, she will just let it go if she bullies me. The last time Senior Sister Lu held a grand ceremony in Youshan, I happened to be away, and I didn't know how to pay her when she went there.

I’ll bring an extra purple flower.”

Zhao Rong's expression changed slightly and he asked: "Qingjun...didn't you bring Ziyihua back?"

Zhao Qian'er lowered her head to do the flowers, without thinking too much, and said casually:

"I did bring one back with me, but this purple flower was definitely taken by Mr. Bai when Mr. Bai asked her to help her go to Youshan. She must have forgotten about me."

Zhao Rong remained silent and looked up at the bright moon.

It turned out that the purple flower she took was thrown away later, but she never mentioned it to him. This silly lady, well, the tea was not in vain...

Someone's heart feels warm.

Sometimes when two people are together, the most heart-warming thing is not the intimacy like a daily couple, but the accidental discovery of the little things that the other person has done silently.

Behind these little things, three words are written.

Care about you.

Zhao Rong touched the Xumi object in his sleeve and released his hand.

Didn't bring any wine.

Well, most of the time he can't drink even if he brings it with him, because there is a little girl next to him who hates him drinking.

Until now, Zhao Rong could hear Xiao Qian'er complaining from time to time about Uncle Xiao Bai who gave him a drink on their wedding night...

Just when Zhao Rong was laughing.

Zhao Qian'er glanced back, then turned around.

Her petite body shrank and squatted in front of Zhao Rong.

The latter was sitting on the eaves, and the two were about the same height.

Zhao Qian'er was squatting, supporting her chin with her left hand, holding a small flower in her right hand, and stretched it forward in front of Zhao Rong.

She tilted her head, squinted her eyes, and gave him a look.

Zhao Rong took the purple flower and looked at Xiao Qian'er's bun, which was casually tied up.

He spotted a suitable place and inserted the little flower into her hair.

Zhao Qian'er nodded with satisfaction and suddenly said: "Don't move."

Zhao Rong was slightly startled.

At one end of the roof, the two looked at each other for a moment.

Zhao Qianer's little hand holding her chin closed, and her little head suddenly tilted forward.

As a result, the small face reflected in Zhao Rong's eyes grew bigger and bigger, blowing towards him with a pleasant fragrance,

He subconsciously prepared to retreat, but Xiao Qian'er wrinkled her nose, and Zhao Rong gave up, but said: "Ahem, what are you doing?"

"Look in the mirror and see if you have inserted it properly~"

Zhao Qianer said confidently.

Her big peach blossom eyes stared into Zhao Rong's eyes.

Their eyes reflected each other's face close at hand.

The breath of both sides lingered on the tip of the other's nose.

Zhao Rong's heart was slightly disturbed.

"Don't move, I'll take another look, eh, brother Rong'er, where are you looking? Stop looking down, don't move your eyes, look at the little flowers on my hair..."

Zhao Qian'er commanded. Her small body seemed a little unstable, but she didn't mind it. She simply opened her two small hands, propped them on Zhao Rong's chest, and moved her face closer to Zhao Rong's face.
To be continued...