The expression and tone of her own lady made Xiao Qianer shrink her head.

But she bent her head and nodded quickly.

Expressing great recognition.

As the "pseudo-vix" that Rong Er used to test the lady's reaction to the small introductory things, the lady nodded slightly and agreed to her half-legged entry. She should thank her so much and be grateful to the lady.

To put it brutally, for her origin in a mortal dynasty like her, being able to reach into this "home with only four people at present" and becoming a maid of a lady is already a carp jumping over the dragon gate in a sense.

What?

Ask why?

Because the lady is called Concubine Zhao Ling.

Duyoucheng, Concubine Zhao Ling from the four palaces of Taiqing.

At this moment, Zhao Rong returned from the kitchen.

The two girls also stopped talking at the right time.

"Qingjun, Qian'er, what are you talking about?"

He touched the water marks on his cheeks on the back of his hand, then picked up the remaining dishes on the table, turned around and went back to the kitchen, turned around and asked with a smile.

Xiao Qian'er pointed her index finger and replied seriously: "I'm talking to Miss Su Qingdai."

Zhao Rong: “………”

Then,

The person is gone.

The speed is faster than just rushing to take the dishes and wash dishes.

If only he had such agile skills when he was chased by Qin Jianfu.

"How do I talk about this day?"

Zhao Rong returned to the kitchen with a wooden plate honestly, not daring to stay in the room to see Qingjun's expression.

Inside the house.

Xiao Qian'er stretched her neck, watched Brother Rong'er disappear, and covered her mouth and laughed.

Turning his head, seeing his lady get up, as if she is about to go back to the house, Xiao Qianer reaches out and grabs her clothes, blinks at Concubine Zhao Ling who looks back.

"Miss, Xiaoxiao didn't stay, how can I sleep tonight?" Xiao Qianer lowered her voice and tentatively said: "Well... is it the same as last night? Will Brother Rong'er bully people tonight..."

Concubine Zhao asked: "What's the same as last night?"

Zhao Qianer whispered, "Zhun...Zhun Rong'er's quilt...Well, Miss, if he is going to bully people, you have to help me."

Her voice became less and less.

"I...I...we have to help each other, and we can't be defeated one by one by one, and bullied it badly. He was so bad that he didn't even let Qian'er go, and he didn't know how dirty..."

"I don't know if I can do that..." The little girl blushed and spitted. After that, she stopped in her throat.

She looked at her lady eagerly, wanting to collude to help, and kill the majesty of "Mr. Zhao, who is very strict in class".

Concubine Zhao looked at her, and after a while, he nodded.

Xiao Qian'er was a little happy. As soon as she was about to reveal two pear nests on her cheeks, Concubine Zhao shook her head and left.

"I didn't sleep with him. I had already despised me last night. Why did I run away with shame tonight? You want to go by yourself, well, take your Maid Su with you and ask her to help you, don't come to me."

Xiao Qian'er froze her smile, turned her head blankly, and looked at the lady who closed the door and left.

The latter seems to be in a hurry...

"Uh... bring... your maid with you?"

After muttering and repeating it all, the little girl was embarrassed and chopped her feet.

"The ghost is willing to be with her, I hate her so much. Hum... But, is the lady angry? She was injured by Brother Rong'er's reaction last night... or... "

She stayed there, pinched her chin, chewed for a while, and thought, "Or, the lady really had a confrontation with the little sister? She was about to throw Brother Rong'er and go and have a little sister... Then... what should I do?"

Xiao Qian'er is trapped in the complex ideological struggles and life confusion that she should not bear at this age.

But it doesn't matter if you can't figure it out.

The little girl has an ultimate trick.

"Wuwuwu is so annoying, what do you care about? What does the lady mean?... And Brother Rong'er is also... Yes, that's right, it's all your fault! Brother Rong'er!"

She hammered her palm with her little hand and nodded suddenly and affirmatively:

"Why did you say you were serious last night? The lady and I didn't want to stick to your bed. We insisted on being serious and putting on that expression to scare us... Although we knew that you turned into the alley at that time,... we still blame you! Now, the lady has regretted not sleeping with you. It's useless to go to wash dishes now... Well, Qian'er ignores you anymore. Whoever likes to sleep with you, doesn't care about you anymore!"

After pushing all the blame to the enemy, Zhao Qianer swung her ponytails and ran away without waiting for someone who was attentive to come back from washing the dishes...

So.

After Zhao Rong worked hard to wash the dishes in the kitchen, he brewed some words to coax the ladies at the door, and then performed himself for a while, and then ran back happily.

He was stunned when he faced the house where there were no signs.

He reached out his head and looked out.

On the east wing, the doors of Qingjun and Xiao Qianer were closed tightly, and the lights were about to go out.

It seems that I am not going to wait for someone to enter...

"this……"

Zhao Rong is so angry.

"...What's the fuss? I won't wait for me? Let's take a walk later, digest it before... sleeping together..."

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Late at night.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The lights in the elegant courtyard have been extinguished one by one.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qianer slept in the second room of the east wing.

Zhao Rong slept in the west wing.

There is also a main room empty.

Originally, when he was washing dishes, he hummed a little song, happily thinking that he would wait for a while to take Qingjun and Qian'er for a walk, discuss his life ideals, and then go back to the main room together to carefully complete the last step of family training tonight.

Because the main room has the largest "home" and is very suitable for "Qijia"

But the two Qingmei seemed to see that the situation was not good, so they ran away... Even the little Qianer who was the most obedient and obedient, ran back to the room to hide... Zhao Rong was a little depressed.

Inside the yard.

It's dark and silent.

It seems that they are all trapped in the sleeping song of the night.

There was also a quiet darkness in the west wing.

On the bed inside the house, the bedding was slightly bulging.

There is a figure.

It feels like being stuck in a quilt and silenced.

At this time, the figure on the bed turned over slightly and adjusted his sleeping position.

I want to find a posture that is suitable for sleeping in a long lonely night.

then.

After three breaths.

Turned over.

After a few breaths.

Turning over again.

Three breaths.

Turn over...

Not satisfied.

One out of the quilt...two feet.

Retracted again...

The figure on the bed tossed and turned, and after a long struggle, he suddenly stood up.

The upper quilt slid down.
To be continued...