Night.

After Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu finished a busy day, they bought wine and returned to the courtyard.

Tonight the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Zhao Rong is now in the open-air courtyard, looking up with wine, and he can't see a single star.

He whispered a few more "return" in his heart, but no one answered.

"Ziyu, what are you thinking?" Fan Yushu asked tiredly.

He's been so listless all day since the events of the morning.

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze, "It's okay." ”

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong again, his brows raised slightly.

Tonight they have already said that they will not get drunk and will not return.

Fan Yushu looked up at the sky, frowned, and muttered, "It looks like it's raining, it's not small." ”

He is a native of Solitary City and knows a lot about the weather here.

Afterwards, they went into Fan Yushu's house to drink.

To Zhao Rong's surprise, Fan Yushu did not mean to complain to him while drinking.

did not tell Zhao Rong the story of his relationship with Yelanzhi.

Inside the house, Fan Yushu leaned on a chair and drank with his head covered.

It seems to belong to the type of alcohol that the more you drink, the less you talk.

But Zhao Rong doesn't care, anyway, he doesn't really want to chat, but he is a little afraid that Fan Yushu won't be able to think about it, so he will accompany him, no matter what, he is the first classmate Zhao Rong has just entered the academy, and he feels quite good.

The two of them drank wine separately, but Fan Yushu drank cup after cup, but Zhao Rong took a sip from time to time, and occasionally looked out the window.

The night passed quietly.

I don't know how long it has been.

Fan Yushu leaned back, fell on the back of the chair, held the handle of the chair with one hand, stretched out three fingers with the other hand and pinched the wine glass and shook it gently, staring straight at the shaking wine, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Ziyu. He said suddenly.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from the window, "Hmm." ”

Fan Yushu's eyes were drunk, but he leaned forward and said in a serious tone: "Do you know who I am?"

Zhao Rong looked at his mysterious appearance, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, and then put it down, with a solemn expression.

"Hey, who are you?"

"My surname is Fan. ”

"Well, that's right. ”

"My surname is Fan. ”

"I know. ”

"My home is in Duyou East City. ”

"And then. ”

"I ......" Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong's expression speechlessly, still looking forward to his answer with his eyes wide open, and did not comprehend his hint at all.

I couldn't help but sigh, what kind of strange classmates do I know.

However, Fan Yushu thought about it and remembered that Zhao Rong was not a person from Duyou City, and it seemed that he had just come to Duyou City for a short time.

He suddenly lost some interest, and said directly: "My grandfather's name is Fan Tao, my family has a house on the mountain, and there is a business name on the mountain, called Caotang Shop, which is also our Fan family." ”

After a few casual words, Fan Yushu didn't say any more.

For example, most of the West City was borrowed from their Fan family by Youlan Mansion to expand.

For example, there are several 10,000-year-old shops in the shops on Wangque Zhou Mountain, and Caotang Shop is one of these ones.

For another example, his grandfather originally wanted to buy all the private houses on the secluded mountain, but Mrs. Ziyi didn't nod, and the owners of other private houses were not bad for money, so the matter was stopped, but his grandfather still thought about it, and often muttered how good it would be if he could live alone with Mrs. Ziyi......

He didn't say much, what he said should be enough.

Fan Yushu suddenly raised his head, poured the wine glass, and drank it all, but after drinking, he still maintained a posture of looking at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, leaving half a "delicate" little white face, facing Zhao Rong sideways, his eyes were hazy and melancholy.

This set of actions is simply ridiculous.

Zhao Rong blinked, looked at Fan Yushu who was stealing a glance at his expression, thought about it, and said cautiously: "The Fan family you are talking about, is it powerful?"

Fan Yushu stepped over his shoulders, put down his cocked Erlang's legs, and stomped the wine glass in his hand towards the table, but when he was about to approach the table, he gently put it down and waved his hand in the air, "It's not a question of whether it's powerful or not, it's really that kind, that kind of rare kind of ......."

He paused, still couldn't find the words, Fan Yushu sighed, "Forget it, don't say it." ”

and sassy people raised their heads to drink.

Zhao Rong nodded as if he didn't understand, and suddenly remembered some impressions, he seemed to have seen the name of this thatched cottage shop in Longquandu in the south of Wangque, and then he seemed to have seen this business in some Xianjia Ferries along the way, but the people who went to those shops to buy things were Liu Sanchang, and he was waiting elsewhere, so he didn't care about these.

However, there is a house on the secluded mountain, and I heard Miss Lu Wan mention it.

So it's similar to Wen Ruo, a rich son of a wealthy immortal lord?

But...... What does it have to do with this son.

Zhao Rong took a sip of wine, nodded and praised, "Your store is quite far away." ”

I remember that Zhong Xiuzhai, who gathered all the resources of Zhongnan Mountain, also had a semicolon on the mountain north of Wangque.

Fan Yushu understood that Zhao Rong didn't know anything, and he was really an innocent scholar under the mountain before...... Fan Yushu originally thought that Zhao Rong could become Concubine Zhao Ling's husband, and his identity background may be related to a certain prominent Zhao clan on Wangque Zhou Mountain, especially in Duyou City, there is also a Zhao clan, which, like their Fan family, is one of the top ten wealthy families......

He replied casually: "It's okay, my family's thatched cottage shop, you can buy almost anything......

Fan Yushu's words suddenly stopped, stunned, and stared straight at the wine in the glass, which reflected the orange candle flame.

It seems that I thought of something that I can't seem to buy, such as a woman's heart......

Fan Yushu was silent and continued to drink with his head covered, even more fierce than just now.

Zhao Rong looked at this classmate who was suddenly depressed, sighed lightly, and was not comforted, after all, he had just met for a short time, and he didn't know much about other people's emotions, besides, he hadn't even chased his own wife back, where was he qualified to enlighten others......

Thinking like this, Zhao Rong suddenly became melancholy, and couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

Such and such.

The night was getting deeper.

Outside the window, the moon was high in the sky, but the wind was getting more and more urgent.

Inside the house, Fan Yushu was already drunk and smoky, while the other person was still sober.

Zhao Rong looked at the sky outside the window again, the wind was rushing, and there was a trend of mountain rain coming.

He got up and closed the creaking wooden window and looked inside.

Zhao Rong thought about it for a while, and said to Fan Yushu, who was drunk and talking to himself: "Brother Yushu, borrow your pen and paper." ”

After repeating it three times, Fan Yushu nodded and waved his hand drunkenly.

Zhao Rong walked to Fan Yushu's desk and took out a piece of fragrant and extraordinary paper.

Listen to Fan Yushu said before, this is a special product of a small country in the east of Wangque Zhou, this country is rich in paper, ink, pen and inkstone, this kind of scholar's Qinggong, are all superb, many of them are popular in the mountain immortals.

At present, this pale pink paper, called flower curtain paper, is the first class of carefully selected among them.

"Brother Yushu is really proud. ”

Zhao Rong shook his head and chuckled, and wrote a love letter to Qingjun tomorrow on this curtain paper, which was estimated to be more expensive than all the rice paper he had used before.

Not much.

Zhao Rong stopped writing, sealed the envelope, and walked over and shook the shoulder of Fan Yushu, who was already drunk.

"Brother Yushu, wake up, wake up, please ask you something, help me send a letter tomorrow morning, to Qingjun, I have something to do tomorrow, I want to ask for leave to leave Taiqing Mansion for a day, it is estimated that I will come back very late, hey, wake up Brother Yushu, did you hear, ...... tomorrow"

Zhao Rong shouted several times, Fan Yushu understood, nodded in a trance, pulled his sleeve, and patted his chest to ensure that the letter was delivered while pulling Zhao Rong to drink.

Zhao Rong nodded, put the love letter on the desk, and covered Fan Yushu, who was sleeping on the table, with a blanket, and pushed the door and left.

He's going on a long trip.

Looking at the weather outside, it should be a heavy rain tomorrow, and at this time you can already hear bursts of thunder, so the weather is not to be missed.

Zhao Rong has always remembered the Liji Sword Pill in the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace, and he originally said that as long as the thunderstorm weather is placed on the top of the mountain with a rumble, although he still doubted it, but he also believed it.

The only thing I'm worried about is that I'm still asleep and can't contact it anymore......

Zhao Rong thought about it and decided to give it a try, but he had to find a safe place far away, so as not to let people pick it up.

Thinking so, Zhao Rong set off overnight.

The next morning.

The torrential rain that began last night is still falling.

The entire Taiqing Mansion was washed by rainwater.

There was thunder in the sky.

Boom————!

Inside the house, Fan Yushu woke up suddenly and raised his head vigilantly.

Looking around, I saw that it was inside the house, and it was raining outside.

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his sore neck, and vaguely remembered that he seemed to be drinking with Zhao Rong yesterday, and fell asleep while drinking......

Fan Yushu frowned suddenly, and found that the time was not early, he had slept for too long, so he didn't hurry to go to morning class.

He hurriedly packed his things and went out, and as he passed the desk, he casually picked up a pale pink letterhead on the table and tucked it into his sleeve.

In the past, after writing love letters every night, he would put them on his desk.

It was dark and the rain was pouring down.

Fan Yushu held an oil-paper umbrella and shouted Ziyu in the courtyard, but no one answered.

"You don't call me to go to class. ”

He muttered, and then hurried to Nanci Jingshe, handed the love letter in his sleeve to the female officials, dropped the sentence "Xia Heyuan", and left in a hurry, almost late for the morning class......

——————

This is the seventh time that Zhao Lingfei has come out to inquire today.

In the face of her question, the female officials outside the Nanci Jingshe all shook their heads and didn't know.

The female officer with high temples thought for a while, "Miss Zhao, you ...... Husband, he didn't seem to have come to deliver the letter this morning, and the companion who had been with him in the past seemed to have come, but he didn't. ”

Zhao Lingfei held the hand of the umbrella handle, pinching it a little white, "I know, thank you." ”

Her long eyes narrowed, puffed up slightly, and left.

I was not in the mood to practice all morning, Concubine Zhao Ling'e frowned slightly, looking out the window from time to time, and her mood was the same as the weather outside.

But at noon, Zhao Rong still didn't come to deliver the letter.

I said that I had three letters a day, and I was too lazy to come in the morning, but I didn't come at noon......

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were complaining, and she was crossing back and forth in the boudoir, her steps were quick and slow.

At one point, she stopped suddenly, stood still with her eyes closed, and bit her teeth lightly.

Brother Rong'er, you only sent thirteen days, and you can't hold on to thirty-five love letters?

Zhao Lingfei was a little angry, just gambling and gambling, her pretty face gradually turned pale, her eyes wandered, and her heart trembled.

Slowly, Zhao Lingfei's beautiful long eyes flickered, and she snorted slightly.

The next second.

Then he turned around and grabbed an oil-paper umbrella, and went out in a panic to find the negative man.

In the heavy rain, Concubine Zhao Ling hurried to the Four Seasons Hall,

At this time, classes are being held in the lecture hall.

She pursed her lips, her eyebrows were upside down, and her eyes swept over the hall one by one, looking for the negative man, but from the first row to the last row, there was no figure of him.

Concubine Zhao Ling swept it a few more times, but there was still no Zhao Rong, and her brows furrowed.

She waited patiently until the end of class, and hurriedly went to stop a scholar.

"Sorry, excuse me, do you know where Zhao Ziyu went?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, looked at the good-looking woman with a tear mole under the left eye under the umbrella, and was slightly stunned.

Zhao Lingfei asked again urgently.

"Oh, Senior Brother Zhao, he asked Senior Brother for leave today, and he didn't come to class, that, may I ask ...... you?"

Before the scholar finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly turned around and left, without lingering for a moment.

Along the way, the rain splashed the corners of her skirt, and she rarely talked to outsiders in the past, so she stopped people all the way to inquire, and finally came to the courtyard where Zhao Rong lived.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to the window of Zhao Rong's house and looked inside, but there was no one.

She then asked the students of the academy who lived in the surrounding area, including the classmate she remembered often going to Nanci Jingshe with Zhao Rong.

Knowing that Zhao Rong seemed to have asked for leave to go out, they didn't know what it was.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei breathed a sigh of relief slightly.

It turned out that he didn't deliberately not send the letter, but just ...... Why don't you know it?

What the hell is he doing out there, this weather......

Concubine Zhao Ling was standing outside Zhao Rong's house, and she looked at the heavy rain outside the eaves.

The sky was dark, the sound of rain was everywhere, and the occasional flash of light brightened up to illuminate the darkness of the world.

Thunder roared and rolled.

Zhao Lingfei's brows still did not stretch.

Where did he go?

————

It seems to be nightfall.

The darkness of the day made it difficult to tell whether it was day or night.

The rain was a little lighter, but it was still heavy.

In the dark, Zhao Rong was dressed in a robe, and returned to the Taiqing Sifu in the rain.

Along the way, he cursed.

It's a pity that he is now asleep, and Zhao Rong can only vent alone.

Damn, I said that it would be good to bang a bang, but it turned out that it was useless to bang dozens of times, and I almost killed Zhao Rong......

Zhao Rong set off last night, drove for several hours, and finally found a suitable mountain in a wilderness, put the stove on it, and the thunder and lightning struck, but when he took the risk to take the stove down, he found that the fart was useless......

Liji Sword Pill is still in an illusory form, according to Gui, if the Sword Pill is completed, it should turn into an existence between the virtual and the real, but Zhao Rong fished it out of the furnace, and it was still the moon in the well, and there was no hair.

Zhao Rong returned to the courtyard, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

After a busy day in the heavy rain, even if there is a coat, the rain still soaks the whole body.

And this autumn rain is accompanied by a cool breeze.

The wet body was cold to the bone.

Around Zhao Rong's Zhenyi period, his physique was also a little unbearable.

After a while, in the darkness, Zhao Rong walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard, ready to take the key to open the door, but in the afterglow, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the darkness not far away that was quietly moving, ready to go away.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, his heart flickered, and he hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

The figure seemed to sense his pursuit, and quickened to flee into the darkness.

But at this moment.

"Qingjun. ”

Zhao Rong shouted with a ghostly voice.

In the darkness, the shadow stopped.