In a spring boudoir.

There are people who read the letter quietly.

On the desk in front of her, inside the seven brocade boxes, they were all full of love letters, some of the envelopes were brightly colored, and some were brilliant, and they looked like good fairy papers.

But these were all casually put aside, and the woman inadvertently ignored them.

In her eyes, she only has two love letters.

Now, one is right now.

"Dare to fight with you...... Dare to fight with you...... Dare ......"

A pair of autumn water eyes are like a pool of spring water, and the eyes are gorgeous, reflecting the column of regular script on the letterhead.

Zhao Rong's handwriting is strong and upright, and the momentum is solemn.

Just like this line of poetry, resolute, solemn, like an unswerving oath, he will never change again in his life, until the sea is dry and the earth is old, and he solemnly swears.

Brother Rong'er, do you want to ...... Do you swear an alliance with Qingjun Mountain......

Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were bright, and she stared at this ordinary but not ordinary letterhead.

Ordinary because the letterhead is just mundane paper, more delicate, not ordinary, because ...... On the letterhead, Chery appeared, and the dignified regular script shone brightly and extraordinary.

"Evil ...... Evil ......"

Oh, my God...... Oh, my God......

Her pink lips quivered, opening and closing slightly, and she murmured silently.

At this moment, a vision arose on the letterhead.

The breeze blew all over Concubine Zhao Ling's sleeves, and the two plain hands holding the letterhead, the sleeve robe was stretched by the wind, revealing two snow-white lotus arms, which became more and more slender and slender.

And this breeze blowing from nowhere passed by, and also blew her loose white clothes tightly to her figure.

Yiren has a graceful body and undulating figures.

It's just that if Zhao Rong is there, he will definitely be unable to take his eyes off the moment, and the next second will be gone.

After feeling that the aura was surging towards her, Concubine Zhao Lingfei came back to her senses in an instant, flipped it with her bare hands, folded the letterhead, breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked down at the love letter on her palm.

She smiled lightly, her eyebrows and eyes overflowing with joy, and she couldn't put it down.

The love poem given to her by Brother Rong'er is a poem about the realm of falling flowers and selflessness.

It can help the bottleneck monks of the Fuyao Realm to comprehend and break the mirror, and it is also effective for the monks of the Haoran Realm and beyond, which can instantly replenish the aura and increase some cultivation.

And the poems of the realm of selflessness can be used repeatedly, and after being perceived once, they can slowly absorb the aura and recover.

Just now, Concubine Zhao was too involved in her mind, and she inevitably induced mutual induction with this song "The Evil One", causing her aura to surge into her body.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei only needs a little guidance to be able to absorb it, although she is already a Haoran Realm cultivator and is located at the bottleneck of Haoran Realm, but this spiritual energy cultivation can also loosen the mountain-like bottleneck a little.

However.

She didn't want to.

Not at all.

Although Zhao Lingfei was surprised that Brother Rong'er could make a poem, she had already known that he had written a birthday poem for Qian'er, and it was also a falling flower, but it was not as good as her this time, and what she gave her this time was a realm of selflessness.

Zhao Lingfei knew that for Confucian scholars, in addition to the kind of reading seeds that were born with poetic talents, it was extremely difficult for most Confucian scholars to be able to write poems, and they needed the right time, place and people, especially the latter, which was very important.

Therefore, in her mind, Brother Rong'er must have been thinking hard about the feelings of meditation because of her and Qian'er.

Well, when Brother Rong'er was a child, he often pondered for two or three days for the neat rhythm of a poem, and he thought about eating and playing with her, Uncle Xiaobai said that he was an elm head, but I think he was really serious and hard-working, Brother Rong'er is such a man, how can others know how good he is......

When he went all the way north to find her, he didn't know how many love poems he wrote to her, so he got this one that shocked her heart.

The love of the good man is so important.

Where is Zhao Lingfei willing to absorb half of its aura.

She was reluctant at all, how beautiful this shining majestic regular script was, if she absorbed the aura, she would not have such brilliance.

Even if the poems of the realm of selflessness can be slowly recovered, who knows how long it will take, Zhao Lingfei is not willing to wait for a moment.

What Brother Rong'er looked like when he wrote it, then keep it as it was.

Immovable ......

The woman thought stubbornly.

And if Zhao Rong was beside her at this time, and knew what this fool was thinking in his heart, he would definitely roll up the scroll and knock on the door of her little brain, and if he was reluctant to knock on this stupid girl, he would also reach out and pinch her nose, shaking her hand from side to side, looking at her shaking little face, looking up at his bright eyes, and scolding a little fool with a smile.

A certain moment.

The corners of Zhao Lingfei's eyes bent, and she was a little proud.

Although Qian'er's girl kept saying that the birthday poem was written by Brother Rong'er to her, after all, that day was not Qian'er's birthday, it was her birthday.

But the birthday word was consciously written by Brother Rong'er to Qian'er.

Qian'er also found an excuse after that, saying something to help her keep the poems, so she happily took away the original manuscript of the birthday words, and then she occasionally came to see it a few times, Qian'er looked worried about Zhongzhong's small appearance, and became a reminder of the law, as if she was afraid that she would go away, and she would not return it.

And now, this love poem in my hand is even better than that birthday poem, it is a realm of falling flowers without self.

Zhao Lingfei has a cold temperament, and generally does not fight about whether this poem is in the product or not, what kind of situation it is, but at some times, she will be very concerned about some aspects, such as now.

Because what she cares about is the heart behind it.

Qian'er ...... You want...... In the back of the ...... Do not run in front of the lady......

The woman named Qingjun sat at the desk, her thoughts wandering back and forth, tactful and affectionate.

A wooden hairpin was inserted between the cloud temples, and three thousand love silks were raised, and the hair was coiled for the king, revealing a beautiful goose egg face, and a snow-white neck like a white swan, with eyebrows and eyes, refreshing and refreshing.

She was tilting her head at this time, one jade hand supporting her chin, and her eyes were clear as she looked at the two love letters on the table.

Zhao Lingfei quietly stretched out her hand, couldn't help but open the song "Upper Evil", squinted a few times, and then closed it gently, afraid that if she continued to look at it, she would feel it and let its aura drain.

Not for a while.

The bare hand poked out again, like a little fox stealing chickens, his fingertips drilled into the crack of the paper, and carefully turned up a corner, so Zhao Rong's upright block characters were revealed again.

She bit her lip and stared at it for a moment, then nodded lightly and closed it again.

It just won't be long.

The bare hand snuck over again......

Zhao Lingfei chuckled, as if she was also amused by her stupid behavior.

She smiled like a flower, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, picked up Zhao Rong's love letter, and pressed it to her chest with both hands.

The woman looked ahead in a daze, it was an empty boudoir, and she muttered repeatedly: "I want to know you, I want to know you...... Me too...... I want to know you ......"

However, at some point, she gradually stopped, and the smile on her face had disappeared.

And when she doesn't smile, her pretty face is cold.

Zhao Lingfei held her lower lip in her mouth, and her eyes stared straight at another love letter on the desk.

Some dusty memories came flooding back.

The first love letter, I went back, but you're gone.

The second love letter, you want to know me...... Is it true?

Still is...... Are you trying to trick me into going back again?

Her face turned pale.

The love letter on his chest, the more he pressed it, the harder he pressed.

Trapped.

After that, just like this, the woman's mind was like a cloud in the sky outside the window, flickering and darkening.

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Zhao Rong didn't know that one of his love poems made Qingjun give birth to so many girls.

After taking class with Zhao Lingfei for the first time, he went back in a comfortable mood, and even felt a lot more pleasing to the eye when he took Fan Yushu.

At night, Zhao Rong tossed and turned, and his mind was full of Qingjun's shadow.

When she was listening to a lecture in the Four Seasons Hall, she ignored his cold face.

When he was bullied by him, his apricot eyes were full of anger.

After class, the back of the hurried escape......

For Mr. Yan's class tomorrow morning, Zhao Rong was a little impatient.

In the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep, and called a few words to return, but there was no response.

Some time ago, after he entered the academy, he told him that he was going to sleep for a while, and these days, he will call every day to see if it has woken up.

There was no one to chat late at night, and gradually Zhao Rong also fell asleep.

The morning of the second day.

Zhao Rong happily ran to the Four Seasons Hall.

I have been looking forward to it since the beginning of the class, but until Mr. Yan retreated and everyone left the class, Zhao Rong still did not find the beautiful shadow in the class.

Qingjun didn't come.

Zhao Rong frowned.

In the morning, when I accompanied Fan Yushu to Nanci Jingshe to breathe fresh air, I asked, the love letters had been taken away, and it stands to reason that Qingjun should have received the love poems he wrote.

Why didn't you come......

Do you want to wait any longer and see the next lesson the day after tomorrow?

Zhao Rong shook his head, no, I can't wait, I have to act immediately.

If she doesn't come, it's that the strength of the "licking" is not enough.

At the beginning, Qingjun was hurt too deeply, and it is estimated that she still has some lingering palpitations now, and she does not dare to take the initiative to approach him.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

Although Qingjun now looks cold and self-reliant on the surface, she is stronger than men, but she was not like this when she was a child.

Although her mother died early, she still has his mother, that is, Aunt Liu, taking care of her, so there is no lack of maternal love.

However, her father's absence from her side since she was a child made her insecure, with a certain complex, longing to be protected by a heavy man with a sense of responsibility.

That's why, when he was a child, Qingjun relied on him so much, not only regarded him as his childhood sweetheart's brother, but also poured all his fantasies about fatherly love and all his feelings for men into him.

Later, when she grew up, Zhao Rong slowly became estranged from her, and she practiced outside for many years, so she became cold and self-reliant, but this was just Qingjun's protective color.

In her heart, she should still be the same as when she was a child, living a beautiful but fragile little girl......

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, a little distressed.

She was his lady.

Since a love poem doesn't work, come again!

But we have to do it another way......

Just do it.

In the next few days, Zhao Rong got up early every day to deliver a love letter to Nanci Jingshe, listened carefully in the lecture hall during the day, and went back to his residence to review his homework at night, and then carefully prepared tomorrow's love letter, and then practiced and fell asleep.

For those love letters sent, Zhao Rong is confident that no woman can withstand too much.

But......

After a few days, Zhao Lingfei still didn't come to the Four Seasons Hall to attend classes, which was a bit difficult.

Ahem, it's not my Zhao Rong Zhao Ziyu's wife, it's really not an ordinary woman......

So Zhao Rong adjusted his plan, not only to deliver the letter every morning, but also to go at noon and evening, three times a day, to launch a fierce "offensive" against his sword fairy lady.

I don't believe it, it can't stop you......

And so it was, and so it was.

Early in the morning.

Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu once again joined forces to breathe fresh air.

Fan Yushu yawned and glanced at Zhao Rong, who had a calm face.

Not long ago, after learning that Zhao Rong was really Zhao Lingfei's husband, I thought that I would not send love letters together again, but I didn't expect Zhao Rong to fall out with the other party like him and be left out by them......

Fan Yushu suddenly felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.

However, when he thought that Zhao Rong's lady turned out to be Concubine Zhao Ling, he still felt a little in a trance.

This name, he had heard of it when he was in the family, but he never expected that not long after he came to the academy, a classmate he casually met was Zhao Lingfei's husband, are the students of Linlu Academy so fierce this time?

Fan Yushu looked sideways and looked up and down at his companions again.

Dressed simply, with a good face, a pair of starry eyes are very bright, but the whole is unremarkable and cannot be remembered at first sight.

It should be a cultivator, but it seems that his cultivation has not reached the Fuyao realm.

On weekdays, I see that he has good qi cultivation skills, and most of his faces are calm when he encounters problems, and he can naturally talk well when he can enter the academy, but among the many disciples under Mr. Yan, his performance is not outstanding, and he belongs to the kind of superficial obedience, which does not attract much attention, and is not brilliant or vulgar.

But...... He is the husband of Zhao Lingfei, the lady of heaven in Taiqing Mansion......

"Is it pretty?"

Zhao Rong said softly.

Fan Yushu realized that he had been staring at it for a long time, coughed lightly, looked away, and then changed the topic:

"That, Ziyu, I see you handing out three love letters every day, uh, isn't it too much. ”

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Fan Yushu turned his head, looking like a person who had come over, and his words were serious.

"Ziyu, what about love letters, the most important thing is to be meticulously crafted, write beautiful and literary sentences, women like this, not shoddy, write some I miss you so much, I love you so much and other vulgar sentences, we should win by quality, rather than blindly pursuing quantity, Ziyu is in love." ”

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at Fan Yushu, nodded, thought about it again, and said very interestingly: "Brother Yushu, but what are the tricks?"

Fan Yushu cleared his throat, and finally waited for this sentence, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention, so he took out a book with no words on the cover like a baby, and motioned to Zhao Rong.

"Ziyu, I think you and I fell in love, so I told you, don't spread it everywhere and let others steal it. ”

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth hooked, but he put it down again, and nodded with a serious expression.

He has seen this book many times, and Fan Yushu will read this every time he writes love letters before.

Seeing this, Fan Yushu nodded with satisfaction, and the son can be taught.

He coughed and handed it over.

Zhao Rong took it and opened the first page to take a look.

His brow furrowed.

It's different from what Zhao Rong imagined.

This book is full of gorgeous and cumbersome sentences, isn't it a love letter...... Wait, hey, this seems to be a love story, but this goes around and around, the meaning is twists and turns, who understands?

But the writing is good, but are you sure it's for people to see?

Zhao Rong took a look at it, and was a little dizzy, but he can roughly understand it, and he can write it as a Confucian student, you write so profoundly, you have a forced style, but ......

Zhao Rong nodded in admiration, "Brother Yushu, admire and admire." ”

"Where is it, this is the love letter written by our Confucian genius, do you want Ziyu to take it to observe and copy, and copy a few sentences?"

"I didn't expect it to be a book read by cultural people...... No, no, Xiaosheng won't take away people's favor, Brother Yushu, please take it. ”

Fan Yushu put it away proudly, and walked proudly.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, and suddenly he was a little worried about the cultural level of the unmasked Ye girl.

By the way, does she really understand......

Not long after, Zhao Rong and the others came to Nanci Jingshe again.