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Zhao Rong was sincere, and handed a bitten plum to her from behind.

Concubine Zhao Ling subconsciously glanced down when she heard this, her shoulders trembled, almost failing, she held back her laughter, and hurriedly snorted.

Zhao Lingfei turned around suddenly, snatched the plum from his hand, and made a gesture to throw it.

Zhao Rong subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch them.

How could Concubine Zhao Ling be willing to throw it away? Seeing his anxious appearance, the ice on his face melted a little.

She reached out and stuffed Qingmei into Zhao Rong's mouth.

The latter looked happy, pursed his lips gently, and accepted the lady's "feeding" obediently.

Seeing this, Concubine Zhao Ling raised her eyelids slightly, her face remained expressionless, but her hands became more gentle. Qianqian picked up green plums that she had carefully washed, and fed them to her husband, and supervised him to finish eating, not to make any more mischief.

During this period, Zhao Rong blinked, greedy. She twisted Meizi's white fingers, and moved her head forward. However, Qing Jun, who had already been vigilant, saw through this little thought. Before he closed his mouth, she He quickly pulled out his fingers.

Concubine Zhao Ling rolled her eyes at Zhao Rong.

He was not embarrassed either, and looked at the lady's girlish posture with a bright smile.

Soon, the green plums were all eaten by Zhao Rong. Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at him, hesitated for a while, and finally raised her hand, and stretched the green onion finger that Zhao Rong hadn't stolen just now to the corner of his lips, for Zhao Rong. Rong wiped his mouth.

Staring at the considerate and gentle lady who was cold outside and warm inside, Zhao Rong smiled happily.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at the Nuanxi at the right depth, his eyes lit up.

In the next second, Zhao Rong grabbed Concubine Zhao Ling's hand that wiped his mouth for him, tapped her fingertips lightly with her lips, and immediately pulled Concubine Zhao to the lakeside, "Qing Jun, come with me."

"Brother Rong, slow down."

By the lakeside, Zhao Rong nodded without looking back, and squatted down without stopping. He familiarly rolled up his trousers, took off his boots and socks, stepped forward, and stepped into the stream with bare feet.

At this time, the afternoon sun fell into this valley, covering this section of clear stream water, not far from the white waterfall falling from the cliff on the top of the valley, arousing bursts of water mist, filling the lakeside, Zhao Rong was in it , under the sunlight, the mist was hazy, and the smile on his face, Concubine Zhao Ling thought it was more dazzling than the sunlight.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at this scene, dazed.

"Come down Qingjun, the water temperature here is just right, hiss, comfortable, the cobblestone here seems not as slippery as in the mountain spring water behind our house, come down quickly."

Zhao Rong stood in the stream, stepping barefoot on the warm and comfortable cobblestones, reaching out to hold Concubine Zhao Ling who was standing on the bank.

When they were young, they often washed their feet and touched fish at an unknown spring in the back mountain of the Duke's mansion.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling's expression was a bit tangled, she took Zhao Rong's hand, squatted down lightly, bit her lower lip and thought for a while, then shook her head reservedly.

"Not yet, brother Ronger, you can play, I'll watch from here."

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to say, "If you don't come down, what am I going to play?" But this sentence easily caused ambiguity and scared Qing Jun away, so he swallowed it.

Zhao Rong looked at Qing Jun, she was squatting on the bank, her face buried between her knees, staring at him with bright eyes, at this moment when she noticed that he was looking over, Qing Jun shook his hand gently.

Zhao Rong saw the shy appearance of the lady who clearly wanted to play, and said softly, "It's okay, idiot, there are no outsiders here, so it doesn't matter if you take off your shoes."

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her buried head, and after being quiet for a while, she said in a voice like mosquitoes: "Brother Rong, my feet are not good-looking, not as good-looking as those little feet in the book...don't look at it."

Zhao Rong was speechless, "Fool, I don't care about these, as long as it's yours, I like it, ahem, lady, don't your feet smell like that? If there are, then you have to come down and wash them. "

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and stared at him, shook Zhao Rong's hand forcefully, and said angrily, "No, you have stinky feet."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "I don't believe it, let my husband check it."

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head in silence and ignored him.

Zhao Rong tried to persuade him a few more times, but it still didn't work. He sighed softly, stepped on the stream, and sat on the bank, leaning against Qingjun.

Zhao Rong gently sniffed the good smell of the lady and felt her body temperature.

Zhao Rong knew that Qingjun didn't want to take off his shoes and go into the water, not only because feet were a private part for women, but also because he was afraid of being seen behind his feet, which would damage his good image in his heart.

In fact, he doesn't care about these, anyway, he didn't know how many times he watched it when he was a child, Zhao Rong just wanted to relive the fun of childhood with her.

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at Qing Jun. It is not an option to make her shy all the time. I can't let him touch her in the future. However, women need to be coaxed. If you coax her a lot, you may have a chance For example, in Zhao Rong's memory, there is a unique trick passed down in the previous life: I will just dawdle and not go in...

Moreover, Zhao Rong secretly wondered at first whether he could get back that black jade tablet with great symbolic significance today.

Just looking at the current progress and Qingjun's reserved attitude, it may be difficult, so I have to find a way...

Suddenly, his gaze paused, and he landed on Qing Jun's hairpin.

Zhao Rong's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered something that his mother had left behind for a long time.

He immediately took off the amulet around his neck, rummaged through it for a while, and took out something from it.

"Qingjun."

"Hmm... um?" Concubine Zhao Ling, who buried her head on her knees, just responded when she suddenly felt the wooden hairpin being pulled out of her head in an instant.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head suddenly, and her black hair, which had lost the wooden hairpin, scattered smoothly and fell down like a waterfall. She frowned and wanted to glar at Brother Rong, but in the next second, when the thing in Zhao Rong's hand reflected After entering the sight, Zhao Lingfei's eyes widened instantly.

She stared at the emerald jade hairpin that was so familiar in her memory, opened and closed her small mouth several times, and finally murmured: "This, this is Aunt Liu's..."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded, "My mother gave it to me before she left. She said you liked it and told me to give it to you after I get married."

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes trembled when she heard this. This is the hairpin that Aunt Liu had been wearing all her life. She had been coveting it for a long time when she was a child. Jade plaques have similar significance.

Zhao Rong stared at Qing Jun with loose hair in front of him, "You know, mother said, this hairpin has been passed down from our family. My father gave it to my mother, and my grandfather gave it to grandma... I don't know how many times it has been passed down. replaced."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared intently at the emerald jade hairpin that symbolized the identity of the only wife. She stretched out her hand subconsciously, stopped in mid-air, raised her head, stared at Zhao Rong eagerly, and said in a soft but serious tone: "I Yes, mine, I want to..."

Zhao Rong looked at the woman in front of him, without any doubt, if he dared not give her the jade hairpin, she would stab him to death with a sword in the next second, and then they both died.

Under Zhao Lingfei's gaze, Zhao Rong suddenly leaned forward.

Zhao Lingfei seemed to realize something, and let him approach without dodging.

She slowly closed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and trembled her eyelashes.

The woman feels a little wronged, why are you in such a hurry, and you are coming to bully me again, can't you "okay" slowly...

However, when Concubine Zhao Ling thought of the jade hairpin she was thinking about, she didn't dare to resist at this moment. However, the sense of grievance in her heart became more and more serious, and she complained why she was so useless in front of Brother Rong, and why she cared so much. What did that hairpin do? He was pinching it to death and bullying him at will...

Concubine Zhao Ling thought so, and three breaths passed, but the villain in front of her did not move for a long time, nor did she feel any touch on her lips, nor did she smell the breath from his mouth and nose.

Zhao Lingfei opened her eyes strangely, and found that Zhao Rong was looking at her with a smile.

Before Concubine Zhao Ling had time to be ashamed, Zhao Rong shook her head and said softly, "Fool, what nonsense are you thinking... Turn your back, I'm going to fuck."

He raised his hand and waved the jade hairpin in his hand, and gestured to the long-haired concubine Zhao Ling.

……

In Nuanxi Bamboo Garden, a certain hillside.

The Yaji, which was very lively not long ago, has come to an early end.

The crowd left in groups of three and four.

Luzhu was humming a ditty, following the sisters to pack up the utensils in the gathering.

At a certain moment, she raised her head and glanced in the direction Zhao Rong had left before, not knowing when that fake idiot and his wife Xunyou would come back.

Luzhu's mind was full of thoughts, and suddenly she remembered the poem "Falling Flowers" that she "personally" changed by accident. The new friend in the red dress said, um, Xiaoxiao seems to like listening to these stories about wits and beautiful ladies...

Chapter 200 Maundy

Zhao Rong inserted it several times, but failed to insert the jade hairpin.

Standing behind Qingjun, he looked a little clumsy, neither serious nor serious, as if he was doing this for the first time.

In fact, Zhao Rong is quite experienced in bundling women's hair, but no matter how experienced he is, he can't immediately show it in front of Qing Jun.

Zhao Rong has already understood the lady's carefulness, so how dare he show his feet.

At this time, Zhao Rong felt the smoothness of the black hair in his hand, turned his right hand over, turned it clockwise, then inserted the jade hairpin on his right hand horizontally, and put his hands down, finally the hair was coiled and no longer loose.

He took a step back and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, Qingjun."

Concubine Zhao Ling, who had been sitting quietly with her back on her back, immediately jumped up and ran to the edge of the stream like a little rabbit. She lowered her head and looked sideways at the reflection on the water.

Seeing Concubine Zhao Ling's rare childlike appearance, Zhao Rong walked to her side with a smile, and accompanied her to watch the beauty in the water.

Concubine Zhao Ling reached out her hand to touch the jade hairpin on her head, glanced at the man in the water who was staring at her from the corner of her eye, and suddenly said softly, "Does it look good?"

Zhao Rong nodded, and at the same time sighed softly, "It looks good, how could it be so good-looking."

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled like a flower.

"I mean, Qing Jun, you are really rich if you can find such a good-looking husband." He shook his head.

Concubine Zhao Ling's face was tense, and she puffed her lips and glanced sideways at him beside her, "Brother Rong, don't be ashamed."

However, she didn't expect that Zhao Rong nodded without replying, and then suddenly squatted down and reached out to grab her ankle.

Concubine Zhao Ling was anxious and wanted to kick her foot, but she was afraid that she would kick him too fast, so she knelt down and stretched out her hand to block it.

Zhao Rong took her hand away, raised his head and said softly: "My lady, be good."

Concubine Zhao Ling's heart trembled when she heard the words, and she remembered how he was just now, so she gave her the jade hairpin that she had thought about at night and thought about it, and carefully coiled it for her... The strength in Concubine Zhao Ling's hand couldn't help but weakened, and she was half pushed and half pushed by Zhao Lingfei. Rong grabbed the two slender ankles.

Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body, which was originally squatting, had to sit back and sat on the ground. Her legs were bent, and her bare hands were still pushing his big hand, with some resistance, but her strength was weak, so it didn't work.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lips and looked at Zhao Rong who was taking off her embroidered shoes, she felt her face was hot, and her voice trembled, "Brother Rong, don't do this, it's ugly and dirty."

Zhao Rong kept moving his hands, took off her two embroidered shoes and put them aside, he looked up at Qingjun, winked at her and said, "It's not like I never washed your feet when I was young."

Concubine Zhao Ling pleaded, "Husband, I was wrong, why don't I wash my feet in the water, let me do it myself."

Zhao Rong smiled, "It's late, lady, I'll wash it for you."

After saying that, he grabbed one of her lotus feet with both hands, and she was wearing pure white socks.

Concubine Zhao Ling was ashamed and turned her face away.

Zhao Rong untied the rope on the socks and took off the socks.

Her body trembled, and she wanted to retract her feet, but Zhao Rong, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, firmly held her down. She grabbed her ankle with one hand and the sole of her foot with the other, and fixed it, resting on his lap, and could no longer run away. .

Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked closely at the lotus feet of the lady in his hand. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows. It's not as ugly as Qing Jun said.

Although the size is not as good as the deformed golden lotus produced by some dynasties on the mountain due to bad habits, it is definitely a pair of small feet, and even in Zhao Rong's opinion, the size is just right.

He glanced at it a few more times, and couldn't help but began to play with it carefully.

At this time, the sunlight fell from among the forest leaves, passed through the diffuse mist, and shone on her skin as smooth as satin.

Zhao Rong's hand caressed together with the sun.

Qingjun's ankles are so slender and beautiful, the feet are small and soft, white and plump, and because of her shyness at this time, her outstretched thighs are straight and slender, and her lotus feet are tightly arched, thus becoming a kind of The shape of "moon" has a feminine beauty.

Zhao Rong was short of breath, and his eyes didn't blink. He had never tried this before when he was with Xiao Xiao, and now it was the first time he tasted feet. He didn't expect it to be so captivatingly beautiful.

Zhao Rong used to wonder why so many people like this one, thinking that the taste is unique, but now seeing Qingjun's delicate "moon" shaped lotus feet, he discovered that there is another kind of beauty of women hidden here, which makes people ecstasy Well, if it is said that there are many men in this world who are willing to be trampled to death by these two moon feet, no one will doubt it.

Who can stand this?

The strength in Zhao Rong's hands was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help rubbing, but at a certain moment, it seemed that rubbing hurt Qingjun, she shrank back a little bit with force, Zhao Rong suddenly came back to his senses, and became more sober, he With a light cough, he glanced at the lady.

I saw Qingjun was sitting on the ground with her hands propped back, one of her slender legs resting straight on his lap.

Qingjun turned her head away, closed her eyes tightly, bit her teeth, and didn't look at Zhao Rong, but her face was already flushed, her eyelashes were trembling, and on the side face facing him, the tears and moles seemed to be about to melt. She trembled slightly, as if tears were falling.

Zhao Rong remembered what he was going to do, so he held Qing Jun's feet and began to wash her feet with water.

The movements were gentle, no longer as rude as before.

It was unknown whether it was the warmth of the stream or Zhao Rong's rubbing. The skin on her lotus feet was covered with flushes, and Zhao Rong felt that the temperature of Qingjun's skin seemed to be a little higher than that of the stream and the sun.

Zhao Rong carefully cleaned Qingjun's feet several times, took out a clean white cloth, and wiped off the lotus feet bit by bit, and was about to put on the foot clothes again, but he couldn't help but look at it a few times, reluctant to part .

He glanced at Qingjun, and found that she was still with her eyes closed.

Zhao Rong suddenly leaned over and touched the lotus feet with his lips.

Concubine Zhao Ling was holding back her embarrassment and accommodating Brother Rong, and feet are a sensitive and private place for women. At this moment, she suddenly felt some strange sensations coming from her feet, and when she closed her eyes, Concubine Zhao Ling felt a twitch in her heart. Suddenly realized something, and was startled.

She opened her eyes and looked.

really.

He was bullying her again by "getting ahead".

Concubine Zhao Ling became ashamed and anxious, she leaned forward suddenly, staring at Zhao Rong with wide eyes, "Brother Rong, you, you..."

She gritted her silver teeth, raised her hand for the first time, and hammered a powder fist on Zhao Rong's chest.

Concubine Zhao Ling wanted to cry, she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself immediately, how could she kiss with her mouth in such a shameful place, isn't it dirty?