Zhao Rong's shout attracted many people to turn around.

It's just that class has just ended at this time, and the Four Seasons Hall is very noisy, the crowd is scattered, and no one can recognize the sound of "Qingjun", so I don't know that it is Zhao Lingfei's maiden name, and the blue lotus under the moon in the hearts of all the men in the whole house has just listened to the class together.

However, someone still saw it.

Zhao Rong reluctantly retracted his gaze, he was looking at the shadow of the "afraid of giving birth to a fawn" from behind, so he couldn't see whether she nodded or not, and couldn't help but feel a little worried, thinking about chasing it again, but he didn't know that he was in a hurry, so he gave up.

At this moment, a figure rushed to Zhao Rong's side and locked his throat.

"You, do you really know Concubine Zhao Ling?"

Fan Yushu's powdered face still had some incredible expression, even though everything he had just observed in his eyes was proof of this.

This burst of fragrant wind hit his face, Zhao Rong disliked Fan Yushu's hand, and pouted slightly: "Didn't I tell you, Qingjun, well, Concubine Ling is my lady......"

He blinked, "The three media are hired and the Ming media are marrying, can there be a fake? Why don't you give you the marriage book?"

Zhao Rong didn't elaborate on who was "marrying" whom, cough cough, is this important?

Fan Yushu nodded seriously and said, "Okay, show me." ”

"Fuck off. ”

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Zhao Lingfei hurriedly trotted for a while, and saw that the bamboo horse behind her who didn't feel it before, but now it was becoming more and more "faceless and skinless", did not chase after her, she slowly recovered and breathed a sigh of relief.

After just a few breaths, Concubine Zhao Lingshui's long eyes narrowed slightly, looked back, and looked behind no one.

She suddenly had some secret troubles in her heart, and then she suffered from gains and losses......

Concubine Zhao Ling's head shook lightly from side to side a few times, her chest rose and fell for a while, and her expression gradually returned to her former calm and coldness.

It's just that the cheeks that are white and pink still can't fade for a long time.

attracted some passing students to look at them secretly.

Zhao Lingfei's eyes swept casually, and the men who peeked at him dodged their eyes.

She didn't care, because at this time, the words of the man before parting were still echoing repeatedly in a heart.

How did he become a student of Linlu Academy, and he came to Taiqing Mansion with a college gentleman...... It's so anxious before, really, running around, but...... It's also good, it's to take the initiative to find me......

Brother Rong'er looks good in student clothes, and he is in good spirits, well, he used to be very good-looking, but he just kept a straight face to me every day, and now he ...... Well, hippie smiley, every one of them is right, too...... It's also annoying......

Also, how did Brother Rong'er's handwriting change? It's different from when I was a child...... Isn't it Uncle Bai's pot of wine...... There are many places that are different, has he experienced a lot of things over the years...... No, I can't talk to him yet......

Letters, letters, letters he wrote to me, my letters......

Zhao Lingfei's eyes were bright, and the two plain white hands hidden under her sleeves carefully rubbed the rough rice paper covered with someone's characters, and walked towards Nanci Jingshe with light steps.

About half an hour later.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to the door of Nanci Jingshe, and at this time, she had already recovered her former look.

Concubine Zhao Ling stopped at the table and said politely to a high-haired female official who had already stood up to greet her:

"Hello, may I ask if there is any letter from me. ”

The voice is cold.

The high-haired female officer sighed slightly, "Miss Zhao, the letter you commanded, but I still haven't received it today." ”

This Miss Zhao has come to ask every day for the past few days, and she doesn't know what kind of letter it is, so she can't let go of it......

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and said, "No, it's not that, it's ...... Well, give me all the letters you sent me. ”

The high-haired female official was slightly flustered, and couldn't help but glance at Concubine Zhao Lingfei, and faintly felt that it was a little different from the past, this cold Zhao Fairy wanted to send love letters from those men?

She cleared her throat, feeling strange, but didn't think much of it, "Okay, wait a minute. ”

After speaking, the high-haired female official took out seven brocade boxes in turn, all of which had the words Qinglianxuan written on them.

Zhao Lingfei waved her sleeves and put it into the Sumeru object, so she didn't say anything, and turned her head into the Nanci Jingshe.

Walking briskly, he disappeared from everyone's view after a while.

Seeing this, several female officials looked at each other.

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This is a simple and elegant room.

Look around.

The tables and chairs carved from fine rosewood are carved with a variety of delicate patterns, and the delicate and gentle feeling of belonging to the daughter's family is flowing everywhere.

A faint scent of sandalwood and a lovely fragrance that belongs exclusively to women float in the room.

Inside, flecks of sunlight shine in the hollowed-out carved windows.

In the southeast corner is a delicate couch hidden by a blue and white curtain, dressed in tassels that sway gently in the wind.

Next to the couch is a mahogany dresser with a diamond bronze mirror, located under the south window.

This is a woman's private boudoir, the whole is fresh and leisurely, but in addition to some necessary things, there are not many interesting things in the secular women's boudoir, and the overall private boudoir owner is pure and elegant, simple and light.

At this time.

A woman pushed the door open.

She has white clothes, her eyebrows and eyes are lonely and cold, but a light brown tear mole under her long eyes gives people a feeling of softness.

At first glance, it will make people sigh that she is an ethereal and beautiful fairy.

After Concubine Zhao entered the room, she was still standing at the door, covering the two doors with her back, leaning against the door, panting slightly, and calming down for a while.

She looked left and right at the empty boudoir with her eyes smart, and then leaned against the door and tilted her head slightly, her eyes flashing.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

The woman was silent for a moment.

At a certain moment, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, rippling a shallow arc, which suddenly lit up this elegant and simple boudoir.

This situation, this scene, at this moment, is so human.

It's the most touching color in this room.

Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and smiled, thinking about it for a while, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth became more curved.

She was still anxious about the man's love letter when she was outside, but now she is not in a hurry when she returns to the boudoir.

After savoring a certain feeling for a while, Zhao Lingfei moved and walked slowly to the wardrobe next to the dresser.

This is one of the most intimate places in a woman's boudoir.

Concubine Zhao opened the wardrobe, blushed slightly, and quietly opened those favorite clothes and private dirty clothes, looking for something inside

In the private corner of this intimate place, there is the most cherished private item of this Qinglian in Taiqing Mansion that is coveted by many men.

Concubine Zhao squinted, moved the neatly stacked wedding dresses in the wardrobe to the side, and took out a splendid wooden box hidden underneath.

The embroidery box is thick, black lacquered throughout, tied in a circle by a red ribbon, and tied with a beautiful bow.

She carefully held the embroidery box and squatted down in front of the dresser, her curled delicate body leaning sideways against the dresser.

Zhao Lingfei put the embroidery box on her knees, and gently pulled the end of the red ribbon with her hand.

The embroidery box is opened.

She has always given people the impression of arrogance and self-improvement in front of outsiders, but at this time she is like a kitten quietly hiding in a corner, happily counting her belongings.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes narrowed, looking inside the box.

There was a crimson post inside, which was a marriage letter with Zhao Rong.

There is a small strand of black hair tied by a red rope, which was supposed to be knotted with Zhao Rong's black hair cut on the wedding night, but so far, this red rope is still tied with her green silk, and no one has tied her hair in this life.

In the corner of the box, there is a neatly stacked white embroidered handkerchief, with two fat, well, two mandarin ducks, she has always thought that the embroidery is very good-looking, but someone has a completely opposite point of view, but this is also the most beautiful handkerchief she has embroidered over the years, so she was brought all the way into the wedding room, blushing under the fiery acacia quilt.

It's just that Bai Xipa, commonly known in this hometown, is still white, without the slightest red of the marriage bed.

How did you bring it in the first place, and how did you bring it back?

At this time, the house is very quiet.

Zhao Lingfei, who was shrinking and squatting on the ground, didn't know when, her head gradually lowered and buried it in her knees.

The embroidery box rested on her lap.

Zhao Lingfei's palm-sized goose egg face is parallel to the side of the embroidery box, the small Qiong's nose touches the surface of the box, and a pair of autumn water long eyes are flashing with a shimmer at the moment, crossing the edge of the box mouth, his eyes sneak into the box, and quietly look.

In fact, she was already very familiar with what was in this box, but since that night he took away the jade she had carefully raised for five years, Concubine Zhao Ling rarely opened it, even if she couldn't help but open it for some reason, she was as careful as now.

It's just that now that Zhao Rong has returned to look for her, for this embroidery box that she thought would never be opened again and again, although she is still this "timid" pitiful appearance, it is difficult to change it back for a while, but the eyes on the edge of the box mouth are exposed, and she still can't help but squint.

At this time, Zhao Lingfei was like a kitten who was greedy for food.

Savoring the memories.

Added memories of "him" as a spice.

It's no longer the tastelessness of not having "him" in the past.

Her gaze "stroked" the many items in the box one by one, occasionally lingering on something special.

For example, that Bai Xipa, who was actually wiped by Zhao Rong at that time.

How can this thing wipe its mouth, shame...... Shame on you......

The woman's silver teeth were biting secretly, and her eyes overflowed with some soft and weak shyness, like warm spring water.

The contents of the box.

Except for a few of them that are Aunt Liu and Qian'er, all of them, all of them, are related to him.

Zhao Lingfei's eyes were gentle.

I don't know how long it took.

She came back to her senses in a trance.

Reaching out, he gently took out a well-preserved letter from the embroidery box.

This is the first letter that Zhao Rong sent to Concubine Zhao Ling.

She was as happy as she is now.

There was only one sentence on the letter.

"The flowers are blooming, and you can return slowly. ”

So at that time, she couldn't wait to go back with the woven wedding dress and the raised Moyu......

Concubine Zhao put away the embroidered box and came to the desk with the first love letter, the first love letter she thought at the time.

Zhao Lingfei took out the seven brocade boxes and rummaged through them carefully.

Not for a while.

Her bare hand slid between the envelopes and stopped.

The fingertip rested on a simple envelope with a certain handwriting on it.

It was a new handwriting she had seen not long ago, and it was now in her mind.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath and opened the letter.

This is his second love letter.

"Evil Spirit"

Evil!

I want to know you,

Longevity.

Mountains without tombs,

The river is exhausted,

winter thunder and earthquake,

summer rain and snow,

Heaven and earth are combined,

Dare to be with the king.

......