Who Zhao Ziyu is, of course Ye Lanzhi has an impression in his mind.

Fan Yushu introduced it to her yesterday, saying that it was his gentleman's friend and a good friend, and at that time Fan Yushu also swore that this person was not the kind of fox friend and dog friend in the past, and the result was ......

Ye Lanzhi walked to the window, closed the window of the storm, returned to the table and sat down, her face slowly flushed, and she carefully examined the envelope of the love letter again.

That's right, this love letter was written by Zhao Ziyu, a friend of Brother Yushu......

This kind of love letter sent by a man to the Nanci Jingshe, because as long as you are informed, it can be directly sent to the door by the female official of the Nanci Jingshe, so unlike those letters that come from afar, only the sender's name is generally written, so that the woman who receives the love letter knows who it is.

And the probability of sending the wrong one is extremely small, could it be that you would even say the wrong thing about the love letter you wrote to the woman?

Or did the female officials, who have always been rigorous, happen to make a mistake today?

In front of the table, Ye Lanzhi's eyes were inexplicable, flickering slightly, and he thought about it with his chin propped up.

He, he used Brother Yushu's curtain paper to write me a love letter...... Does Brother Yushu know......

She subconsciously took out a large stack of love letters sent by Fan Yushu from the bookshelf on the side, and opened one of them at random, which was full of dense "love words" that gave her a headache.

Ye Lanzhi rolled her eyes, lowered her head, and looked at Zhao Rong's scented pale pink letterhead a few times inside and out - in fact, it was just a few columns of words, simple, not lingering love words, just flat and straightforward words, but she still read it for a long time.

After a while, Ye Lanzhi's eyes lit up from the last line of the paper...... The other end of the bridge is green silk, and the other end of the bridge is white hair."

She put down the letterhead and sighed slightly, this should be the kind of love letter that pleases a woman's heart, which can make a woman's heart tremble for a moment after reading it in one breath......

Ye Lanzhi thought of the man he had seen yesterday, and he really didn't see it at first glance......

But......

I don't know what came to mind, her eyes dimmed slightly for a moment, and then she gently shook her head to dispel some thoughts.

It's just that in the next second, Ye Lanzhi couldn't help but glance at the letterhead on the table, and the last few words left on it had a little annoyance on his expression.

The letter said that he had something to do recently, and he owed the two love letters he was supposed to send, so she didn't blame him...... Go back and make up for it......

He still has to write back?

Ye Lanzhi's eyes narrowed slightly.

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On the morning of the second day, it was still raining in this rare autumn rainstorm.

It's just a lot smaller.

Zhao Rong, as in the past, went to the Four Seasons Hall with Fan Yushu to attend classes.

On the way, he remembered the moment of warmth with Concubine Zhao Ling last night.

Zhao Rong held a book in one hand and an umbrella in the other, exhaled a long breath, looking at the dark sky outside the umbrella and the endless rain, his mood suddenly relaxed a lot, and he only felt that he was much closer to the goal of the piece of ink jade in Qingjun's hand.

At this time, he glanced at Fan Yushu, who was yawning on the side.

"Yushu, what about the letter I asked you to help deliver yesterday?"

Fan Yushu stopped yawning and said in a daze: "Letter, what letter? Didn't you be absent yesterday and ask for leave?" ”

Zhao Rong looked at his face, stopped talking, thought about it, sorted out the language, and told him what happened yesterday.

When Fan Yushu heard this, he was immediately stunned, "You said this the night before? Oh no, I don't have any impression at all...... Wait, you wrote that letter on the table yesterday on my curtain paper!"

Seeing this reaction, Zhao Rong sighed, a little worried.

"I was in such a hurry that I could only ask you for help, and put the letter on my desk, thinking that you would be able to see it when you woke up in the morning...... Hey, forget it, I shouldn't have it, blame me, you drank so much at the time...... But is my letter still with you?"

Fan Yushu stared ahead, his brows tightened, and after a while, he suddenly clenched his fists and hammered his hands, "It's over, I don't remember it at all, I got up late yesterday morning, and I was in a hurry to go out to class, and I thought that the letter was the same as usual, it was written last night and put there, so I didn't have time to read it, so I sent it directly to Nanci Jingshe......

Zhao Rong's eyes widened suddenly, "Who did you give it to?"

Fan Yushu also stared at him and didn't speak.

"Wouldn't it?" Zhao Rong's hand shook, and the book almost fell to the ground.

Fan Yushu nodded heavily.

Between the two, there was a moment of silence in the air.

Zhao Rong looked anxious, and Fan Yushu was even more depressed.

The two stopped, inhaled and sighed on the side of the road, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

However, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu had no time to pay attention to others at this time, and the two of them did not annoy each other, this matter is a little unclear now, and it is still necessary to think about how to solve it.

The two of them sighed like this for a while.

Thinking that his love letter was sent to Yelanzhi, and the content of the love letter was still a little ...... Disgusting...... It is easy to cause ambiguity.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but turn his head to look at Fan Yushu's face, his heart was full of apologies, after all, it should be Brother Yushu who would be most offended by this matter......

No matter what was written on his love letter, the nature of the matter itself was - he wrote a love letter to Fan Yushu's fiancée as Fan Yushu's good brother, cough cough, or used Fan Yushu's pen and paper, and the most fucked up thing was that it was sent by Fan Yushu himself, although it was just a crooked misunderstanding, but ......

I helped my brother send a love letter to my fiancée?

What kind of human suffering is this?

Zhao Rong felt very uncomfortable thinking about him, and he was also very ashamed at the moment, fortunately, not many people knew about this matter, well, Qingjun didn't know about it at present, it was best not to let her know, and solve it quietly, otherwise......

sent a love letter to the mother's sister, who is also a friend's fiancée...... This is a social death on the spot.

Zhao Rong rubbed his face fiercely.

At this moment, Fan Yushu sighed heavily.

I saw that his face was worried, "Ziyu ......"

Zhao Rong hurriedly tilted his head, not daring to look at him, "He, what's the matter." ”

Fan Yushu was a little hesitant, but he still spoke, and his tone was serious, "You...... Did you sign the letter?"

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, "I wrote it, I was afraid that you would forget, and I deliberately wrote the name on the envelope bigger, and it was facing the ...... upwards."

Before he could finish speaking, Fan Yushu instantly stretched his brows, breathed a big sigh of relief, and said something in his mouth, "It's good to write, it's good to write, um, and your handwriting is different from mine, presumably Laneige must be able to recognize that this love letter was not written by me, then it's okay, whew~"

Zhao Rong: "............"

Fan Yushu comforted himself and said to himself seriously:

"No, this is equivalent to saying that I didn't send a love letter to her yesterday, and I missed a day, which is not good, I have to write a letter today, make up for it, Laneige should be able to understand my sincerity and forgive yesterday's absence." But, hey, I'm so busy with classes and I have to write so many literary love stories every day, it's really hard for me. ”

Wait, ah, that's wrong......

Looking at this unexpected scene, Zhao Rong's eyes widened and he opened his mouth silently.

I was speechless for a while.

Why do you feel that we are not on the same channel at all?

Wait, take a look.

Co-authored just now, you looked worried and depressed for a long time, all worried that Ye Lanzhi mistakenly thought that my love letter was written by you?

Instead of being depressed, I put something on you, feeling offended?

Hiss......

Zhao Rong took a breath of cool air, quietly glanced at his friend who had relaxed his face, and blinked.

Suddenly felt that Fan Yushu's pink face, which gave him goosebumps in the past, became kind.

Brother Yushu is really suitable for being a good brother...... It's much better than Wen Ruo, that guy shows off his seventeen-room "harem" beautiful concubine every day, and covers it in the palm of his hand, hiding it in the golden house of the back house, and doesn't give Zhao Rong a look, as if he will lose a piece of meat if he is looked at...... Stingy......

It's still Brother Yushu who is open.

Zhao Rong nodded hurriedly, "What Brother Yushu said is extremely true, Miss Ye Bingxue is smart and will not be mistaken, besides, don't you know my love letters? ”

Fan Yushu nodded in approval.

Zhao Rong looked at his expression, and then said: "However, even so, we know that it is an oolong, but Miss Ye should not know it now, hey, look at this trouble...... I don't know if Miss Ye will secretly sneer when she sees that letter...... Otherwise, Yushu, you better go and explain it to her, cough cough, make things clear, and get that love letter back by the way. ”

When Fan Yushu heard this, his face was sad.

"It's really not a matter if this kind of misunderstanding continues, but, Ziyu, alas, you know, Laneige and I are in a special situation at the moment, and I am afraid that I will provoke her again and make the relationship even more stiff. ”

He patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "This time your love letter was sent over rashly, according to what I know about Laneige's temperament, I must be unhappy, and if I learn that I sent it wrong, it is estimated that I will be snubbed for half a year, Ziyu, good brother, or you should say it, cough cough, just say that you sent it wrong, when it is to help the little brother, I owe you a personal favor!"

Zhao Rong glanced at the palm clapped on his shoulder, and then looked at Fan Yushu's sincere expression.

What else can be said?

He sighed and nodded.

It's better to do this quietly, but don't let Qingjun know, according to her temperament, the love letter that was originally given to her was sent by him to another woman, maybe what the reaction is, in other words, he shouldn't be a vinegar jar, right? I can't stand this thing......

In addition, it is better to write to Miss Ye, if you say it to your face, wouldn't it be embarrassing to death...... Well, write a letter, write a letter, explain it clearly.

Thinking about it like this, there was a rough plan for this matter, Zhao Rong let out a sigh, and relaxed, and continued to rush side by side with Fan Yushu to the Four Seasons Hall.

However, what Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu never expected was that they had just walked leisurely through the forest into the Four Seasons Hall, and they met Ye Lanzhi and ......

Zhao Lingfei.

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Ye Lanzhi got up early in the morning and went out to find Concubine Zhao Ling.

She happened to be free today, and received an invitation from her cousin Ye Ruoxi to invite Concubine Zhao Ling to participate in a literary meeting not long after.

Just went out, halfway through, I met Concubine Zhao Lingfei who was about to leave Nanci Jingshe on the road.

"Senior Sister Lingfei, good morning, where are you going?" Ye Lanzhi chased after her in surprise and said side by side with Concubine Zhao Ling.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei turned her head to look at her, remembering that it was a new junior sister who had just arrived, smiled politely, and said softly, "I heard that there is a Confucianism class in the Four Seasons Hall in the morning, so I have nothing to do, go and listen." ”

Ye Lanzhi was stunned for a moment, and then nodded thoughtfully.

She suddenly said excitedly: "Senior sister, I'll go to class with you, I've been studying Confucianism recently, but it's just the knowledge of poetry and songs, so I usually go to the class of another academy gentleman in Fuyao Mansion, and the new Mr. Yan is lecturing on scriptures, and I haven't heard about it yet." ”

Zhao Lingfei's brows furrowed imperceptibly, but she didn't say anything, nodding silently.

Along the way, Ye Lanzhi was chattering beside her, and Zhao Lingfei listened quietly while looking ahead, not knowing what was on her mind, and occasionally nodded in response to the words of the little junior sister.

Ye Lanzhi didn't mind, and she didn't think it was a shelf, in her opinion, Senior Sister Lingfei's temperament was like this, and listening to her was enough to make her happy.

Not long after, two women with unearthly appearances came to the Four Seasons Hall with umbrellas.

Zhao Lingfei, who had been in a daze all the way, suddenly stopped, and her eyes swept down the lecture hall, and the people had not yet arrived...... There was no sign of the man.

She turned her head to Ye Lanzhi and smiled lightly, "Senior Sister Ye, see you later." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Ye Lanzhi to react, and directly turned around and walked towards a familiar corner behind the Four Seasons Hall.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to the seat where she sat when she first came and sat down, and next to her, the empty seat was the seat where Zhao Rong sat that day.

During classes on weekdays, there were no people sitting in the Four Seasons Hall, and at this time, there was no one sitting around her, and it was very quiet.

Zhao Lingfei looked at the seat next to her, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, took out the book, and put it on the table.

She supported her small chin with her hands, and squinted like a kitten, staring ahead in a daze, expectant.

At this time.

Someone sat down in the seat next to him.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and turned her head in a daze.

"Senior Sister Lingfei, I'll sit with you. ”

Yelanats said sweetly.

Zhao Lingfei: "............"