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Chapter 418 Concubine Zhao Ling: Whose pocket is this? ([-]) (Add more changes for the leader of 'Uncle Yong'!

"These women's noses are getting better and better..."

At the gate of Dongli Xiaozhu, a young Confucian scholar muttered something and sighed softly.

The next moment, Zhao Rong walked to the drying rack without any delay, put away the pink clothes, and then returned to the house, opened the west window and the skylight for ventilation, and then simply cleaned up and boiled some hot water.

Not long after, Zhao Rong hurriedly took a bath behind the screen, washing away the scent of a certain little fox demon, and deliberately did not use soap, fragrance, etc., but simply cleaned it.

He changed into a clean and tasteless white shirt and dried his wet hair.

Then, Zhao Rong suddenly lay down on the ground and sat up in push-ups.

First came a small goal, five hundred push-ups.

After finishing, his martial arts physique finally broke out a little sweat...

After finishing these things one by one and erasing most of the traces in the room, Zhao Rong looked around the room, and seemed to feel that there were no obvious flaws. He nodded slightly and walked to the bookshelf.

Through the west window, Zhao Rong glanced at the quiet courtyard door, and then looked at the direction of a little fox demon that had been settled.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and slowly tidied up the bookshelves.

As a result, in less than ten breaths, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and beautiful figure with outstanding grace rushed in.

Qing Jun really returned...

……

"I miss you."

At this time, facing Brother Rong'er's gentle voice, Concubine Zhao Ling did not speak, her eyes turned up slightly, and she looked at him calmly.

It probably means... Husband, don't make trouble.

Zhao Rong had a tacit understanding, his smile was restrained, his face was serious, he hugged her to the rocking chair next to the desk, and sat down.

Someone looked down at his legs, and then blinked at Concubine Zhao Ling who was standing in front of him.

This stunning woman with beautiful and spiritual autumn eyes, with a pretty face flushed slightly, and her head drooping like a white swan, bent over and sat on his lap.

Her tall and graceful body leaned back, leaning against Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong is at the back and Concubine Zhao Ling is at the front.

The two were neck-to-neck, and he hugged her from behind. When she looked back, her autumn eyes never left her husband's face for a moment.

They maintained such an intimate and embarrassing posture, Zhao Rong kicked the ground with his feet, and gently rocked the rocking chair.

Well, hugging the slender waist of a certain autumn-eyed woman with peach cheeks and flying clouds, shaking and shaking in the autumn sun... the range is inevitably a bit large.

Zhao Rong truthfully repeated the reasons for returning to his wife that he had told his two friends before, and also briefly mentioned the matter of Dali.

After Zhao Lingfei digested for a while, she lowered her head lightly, letting his dishonest pig's trotter move, her left pretty face pressed against his strong chest, listening to the powerful beating of his heart, and at the same time, her sharp nose shrugged.

It seemed to sniff something lightly.

Zhao Rong pretended to sigh and said: "Not long after I rushed back, um, does my body smell like sweat? Why, do you despise your husband?"

He said and smiled.

Concubine Zhao Ling seriously shook her head, "How can I despise you."

Her clean and fair face continued to cling to him, but the next moment she suddenly asked, "Who dried the quilt outside?"

Zhao Rong put his arms around his wife, rocked the rocking chair, and said casually: "I just entered the door and wanted to take a rest. I found that the bedding was a little damp, and I didn't know if it was moldy, so I took it out to dry in the sun. It's strange, my house faces the sun. It shouldn't be wet..."

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was listening carefully, seemed to have remembered something, and lowered her head a little embarrassedly, "I washed it for you yesterday, and they collected it for me in Yushu at night. It may be that it was taken back before it was dried, or it may be I forgot to collect the quilt, Yushu and the others were late again, they collected the tide..."

The words of the girl with autumn eyes, who was confused about housework, contained some small complaints about her own carelessness.

"It's okay." Zhao Rong shook his head and reached out to pat her slender waist.

He suddenly leaned close to her ear, nibbled Concubine Zhao Lingfei's rosy and rosy ears, and said, "Thank you, lady. You are so kind."

Zhao Lingfei smiled sweetly, but gradually felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, next, Zhao Rong used practical actions to 'thank' the virtuous lady.

"You...you..." Concubine Zhao Ling, who was sitting on the lap of a bad guy, turned her head and glared at him.

"What's wrong with me." Zhao Rong smirked, ... but the most important thing now is to divert the lady's attention.

Once Qingjun is emotionally moved, he will turn into a little confused...

"You...you...you pay attention to your body." Concubine Zhao Ling bumped him lightly with her elbow.

Zhao Rong smiled suddenly, noncommittal to what she hinted at.

But Concubine Zhao Ling, who turned her back on him, didn't see it.

"Pay attention to your body? Okay, let's 'pay attention to' each other." Zhao Rong was serious...

Not long after, the husband and wife who had been warm and shameless during the day began to sweat.Even if one is a warrior physique that surpasses ordinary people, and the other is a fairy body with icy muscles and bones, cool and sweatless.

Although this is just a simple rubbing of the temples and tenderness, the two still miss each other very much after a ten-day absence. The psychological emotion cannot be stopped by the physiology...

Zhao Rong went to wipe the thin, fragrant sweat from Concubine Zhao Ling's blushing forehead. Seeing that the pure and clean fairy was turned into such a red-faced and shameful look by him, even sweating, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment...

The accompanying sense of conquest and pride is probably something that all men will be obsessed with...

After half a stick of incense, a beautiful woman with red cheeks and soft legs hurriedly escaped from someone's backed rocking chair. She covered her chest with her jade hands, breathed out the fragrant wind violently, and turned around to run away.

But how could Zhao Rong let her go so easily, he picked her up with exceptional agility, reached forward with his hand, grabbed her bright wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

Then the beauty fell into his arms again.

Zhao Rong looked down, and saw the beautiful woman who was sweating and panting slightly. It can be said that she had a peach face, long and green water, and her flesh was fragrant and greasy through the red gauze.

Such a young gentleman is simply beautiful.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know why her husband's sex was so high after he came back, she just said that he missed her very much after a long absence.

Right now, her heart is as sweet as honey, but she is really ashamed, so she whispered softly: "Will... why don't you take a bath first, you're sweating a lot."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and said seriously: "Wouldn't you still be sweating later?"

Zhao Lingfei was speechless.

Zhao Rong suddenly nodded, "I understand, it's still a woman who knows how to play and is considerate to her husband, wait a minute, I'm going to get the clothes, you go to boil water and prepare things, let's wash together, and study the technique of rubbing the back by the way..."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

Brother Rong, you...you are enough...

Concubine Zhao Ling wanted to run away, but she was overwhelmed by the domineering scholar Zhao Ziyu under the 'coercion and temptation'.

soon.

After a woman with autumn eyes nodded with a blushing face, Zhao Rong easily walked to the bookcase and searched for the second change of clothes of the day.

Concubine Zhao Ling straightened her black hair and hair, and got up to prepare water.

At a certain moment, the young Confucian scholar casually pulled out a familiar gown from a room in the suitcase, and turned to leave, but at this moment, something pink slipped out of the folded gown.

The pink silk cloth gently fell to the ground.

At the same time, it also attracted the eyes of the two people in the house who were about to take a mandarin duck bath.

This is……

Concubine Zhao Ling, whose pretty face was still slightly flushed, looked down for a while.

She asked softly, "Whose Doudu is this?"

"..." Zhao Rong.

　Don't jump to conclusions about Xiaoxiao's treatment, um, let's see what happens after the protagonist...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)