Early in the morning of the second day.

Zhao Rong pushed open the door, washed up, and prepared to go out again.

This morning, there is Mr. Yan's class, and he will have to read with the senior brothers in the morning, so he deliberately got up early and got out of bed early, and wanted to go to Nanci Jingshe again.

Squeak –

The door of another room in the courtyard was pushed open, and Fan Yushu poked his head out, sleepy-eyed, "Ziyu, where are you going?"

Zhao Rong turned his head and said expressionlessly: "Breathe fresh air." ”

Fan Yushu perked up, nodded and said, "It's good to breathe fresh air, wait for me, go together." ”

Zhao Rong glanced at his mouth.

Before this product was not familiar with each other yesterday, I felt that he was still a reliable and calm guy.

As a result, after experiencing the "comradeship" yesterday evening, each other knew some of each other's little secrets, and they also spoke casually.

He was dragged by Fan Yushu to drink in the courtyard last night, and he listened to a beautiful story of childhood sweethearts and two little guesses.

Well, that's right, Fan Yushu and the female student named Yeats Lan are also childhood sweethearts, and the two families have been friends from generation to generation, and they are still the kind that marry by fingertips.

If he's not bragging.

"Such a coincidence? so do me and Qingjun. Zhao Rong casually answered at that time.

However, it attracted a sigh from Fan Yushu, he put down the wine jug, looked up at the moon at a forty-five degree angle, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and looked stupid.

"Alas, Ziyu, Ziyu, why do you bother? These are not enviable...... Lang rode a bamboo horse, went around the bed to make green plums, and lived together on Taoye Street, and the two of them had no suspicion...... Zhilan and I are a destined pair. ”

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, looked at the moon, looked at him again, thought about it, and still didn't ask why he didn't have such a good match for "fourteen into a gentleman"? Still wearing a fiancée's hat......

Fan Yushu called for a while, then went back to the house to wash, and then there was another ink, Zhao Rong knew this, and reluctantly urged several times outside the door, Fan Yushu went out refreshed, dressed up very sassy.

Zhao Rong could smell the fragrance from three meters away......

Afterwards.

The two of them came to Nanci Jingshe to breathe fresh air very tacitly.

However, Zhao Rong was destined to be disappointed, and after he observed, he found that the letter handed over yesterday was still in the brocade box, and there was even a letter on it that I didn't know if the animal sent it.

Fan Yushu's letter is gone, and it was sent to Yeats.

Zhao Rong sighed.

Fan Yushu smiled happily, shouted that the female officials outside the door called her sister one by one, and even took out some "small objects" that were worth a lot at a glance and handed them over, but they were politely rejected by the other party.

He turned his head and saw Zhao Rong's expression, quickly restrained his smile, coughed, patted Zhao Rong's shoulder with the look of a passerby, and said earnestly:

"Ziyu, you are already a very good man, but you are so short of me, mainly in terms of details, why don't you go back and try this perfume of mine?"

Zhao Rong said angrily: "Get out." ”

Then the two left, and Mr. Yan had a class this morning, and they had to listen and do things on the sidelines, and it was estimated that they would be busy again.

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East Side, Wutong Street.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei lived in Qinglian for one night, and in the morning, after carefully admonishing Uncle Kun and Uncle Xiaobai again, she left in a hurry.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she walked slowly down the street with her eyes ignoring the passers-by around her.

Since the brief separation from that person that night, these days, Zhao Lingfei has often wandered.

Qian'er is not there, she lives alone in Qinglianxuan.

Sometimes in the early morning when she went to fetch water, under a certain tree, she would walk and suddenly stop, her head drooping slightly, peeking at the face of the corner of her mouth on the clear water in the bucket.

Sometimes when she takes a nap in the afternoon and wakes up naturally, she will rub her eyes, and then she will hold her cheeks with both hands, bite a little finger with her teeth, and look blankly at the green potted plants in front of the window.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she would gently open her eyes, look left and right at the empty and silent room, and then quietly take out the objects about someone that had long been sealed and thought she would never open again, carefully pick them up, squinting like a kitten and carefully studying them in the moonlight.

These were the beginnings after being separated from the man.

But as time went by, Zhao Lingfei's willow eyebrows began to wrinkle slightly, and when she was cultivating in Qinglian Xuan, she always subconsciously looked out the window.

Sometimes there is a slight sound of footsteps in front of the courtyard gate, she will close her eyes and practice lightly, her red lips will be pursed, her mind is attracted to the past, and finally find that it is just a passerby, she will shave her shoulders and loosen her shoulders, but wait for the next footsteps to come again, and her shoulders will be suddenly mentioned again.

After that, every time she was in a daze, she would gradually puff out her mouth, her long eyes narrowed slightly, and she didn't know who she was angry with.

In this way, the later she came, the more she couldn't calm down, and she slowly became uncontrollable.

Why haven't you come looking for me yet?

How can you be so annoying?

Don't come...... You, where the hell are you now?

Zhao Lingfei gradually began to think of that person, and her eyes were sad.

In fact, it was only less than half a decade since the two separated.

But now, in the past few days, Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't sit still anymore, and began to go to the door of Nanci Jingshe two or three times a day, asking the female official if she had a letter from Qinglianju.

And yesterday, after receiving another negative reply, Zhao Lingfei hurriedly returned to Qinglian Ju on Wutong Street without thinking about it.

He didn't come.

Uncle Kun and Uncle Xiaobai told her.

On the street, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stopped her steps back to Taiqing Mansion.

She turned around and went to the seaside beach that had separated from Zhao Rong.

Zhao Lingfei searched carefully for an hour, but there was still no trace.

She stood still in the sea breeze for a moment, and her mind once again pondered the smile on Zhao Rong's face when he left that day.

A certain moment.

Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath and turned to leave.

Under her sleeves, she clutched two jade medals tightly.

Concubine Zhao Ling returned to the Taiqing Mansion.

Enter the house through the North Gate.

Her complexion had regained its composure.

Along the way, some of the students she met called her senior sister, and Concubine Zhao Ling nodded lightly.

She walked towards Nanci Jingshe, preparing to go back to Qinglian Xuan to calm down and retreat for a few days.

However, as soon as she thought of the bottleneck of the Haoran Realm that had been stuck in her, Concubine Zhao Ling's footsteps stopped, and Ning Ying's words that day faintly sounded in her ears.

She turned her head to look around, stepped forward, stopped a passing student from the Fuyao Mansion, and politely asked a few words.

The female student was a little restrained, recalled, and then raised her hand and pointed in the direction she came, "Senior Sister Zhao, there is a Four Seasons Hall in the green forest ahead, and Mr. Yan, a newcomer from Linlu Academy, is taking classes there. ”

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded, thanked her, and walked towards the Four Seasons Hall.

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PS: Happy National Day.