The female servant looked at Zhao Lingfei's departing back with curiosity.

Thoughtful.

Are you going to attend the Confucianism lectures at Fuyao Mansion?

Oh, I seem to have heard that she has been stuck at the bottleneck of Haoran Realm recently.

As for Concubine Zhao Lingfei, she had seen very little since she entered the palace. She had only caught a glimpse of her from afar at some competitions or ceremonies. However, she was easy to recognize. After all, she had a teardrop mole under her left eye. There was probably no other woman like her in the entire palace.

Looking at it up close, it seems even more beautiful than I imagined...

The female student was slightly surprised.

in addition.

There have been a lot of rumors about Senior Sister Zhao recently.

Apart from the bottleneck that attracted the attention of everyone in the mansion, the most widely circulated rumor was that not long ago at the foot of Youshan Mountain in East City, Senior Brother Jiang Chebai, who was very famous in previous classes, expressed his feelings for her.

This is indeed a big gossip, but I heard that Concubine Zhao Ling decisively refused it.

Many people were asking about the specific situation at that time, but the senior brothers and sisters from Xiaoyao Mansion who returned with Zhao Lingfei did not go into details and were reluctant to talk about it.

This is understandable.

After all, Senior Brother Jiang was once a prodigy of Xiaoyao Prefecture. He left only a few years ago and is now a disciple of a big shot in Tianya Sword Pavilion. We should still consider his face and not gossip about him.

But from this we can roughly guess that, well, the situation must have been very bad at the time, and one party must have been particularly embarrassed.

Therefore, many students in the prefecture couldn't help but sigh more or less that Senior Sister Zhao was worthy of being Senior Sister Zhao.

At the same time, there was another piece of news that spread in a small circle within the mansion, but it did not spread widely because most people who heard it did not believe it.

Among the senior brothers and sisters who returned from the Youshan ceremony that day, one or two revealed that it was true that Concubine Zhao Ling was married. She said it herself, and... her husband had already arrived, and he was a Confucian scholar.

However, as the word spread, most of the students in Taiqing Prefecture, especially the male students, still did not believe that Concubine Zhao Ling had a husband.

They still didn't believe it.

How could a woman like this get married so quietly?

Not to mention something as grand as holding a Taoist couple ceremony on Mount Youshan, at least the man who marries her should also do it in a somewhat grand manner.

Besides, Zhao Lingfei's husband is a Confucian scholar? Oh, that means he is a scholar from the academy. According to the past practice of both sides, if a scholar from the academy can dig up such a corner of Taiqing Mansion with a small hoe, then everyone will know about it, right?

What? The senior brothers and sisters who had let the cat out of the bag said again that the unknown, ordinary-looking Confucian scholar was Zhao Lingfei's childhood sweetheart?

Oh, so he still has no identity or background, is unarmed, and is a born loser, but has a hidden backup plan and is full of adventures?

How do we know this? Just go to any bookstore and buy a popular historical novel and you will know.

If these thoughts are the first reaction of most people who are skeptical, then some of Zhao Lingfei's behaviors in recent days can further prove their point.

Just like before, he kept to himself in the mansion and stayed indoors in Qinglianxuan most of the time. He did not receive any outsiders except some senior sisters he knew.

It would be easier for people to believe if you said she was a widow than if you said her husband had come.

As for the simple and plain dress of Concubine Zhao Lingfei with her hair tied up, it was indeed suspicious, which was also the source of the earlier marriage rumor. However, she had many reasons for doing so, such as her practice was stuck at a bottleneck, so she wanted to practice with a pure heart and few desires for a while, or she pretended to be the king's wife to persuade the harasser to leave, and so on.

In Taiqing Prefecture, there are all kinds of strange things and people. Walking on the street, you can see some people wearing straw sandals or barefoot. They look like the children of destiny...

Therefore, in the eyes of most of the residents, Concubine Zhao Ling was still a blue lotus under the moon in Taiqing Mansion. No matter how many rumors like mud there were, she was always there, untainted and uncorrupted.

The female servant stared at Concubine Zhao Ling's back, and when she saw that she had disappeared, she turned around and left.

…

Concubine Zhao Lingfei walked into a shady area of ​​trees, and at a certain moment, she heard the sound of flipping pages.

Looking through the scattered gaps in the leaves.

A spacious lecture hall without walls is hidden in the woods.

When she arrived, more than half of the seats in the lecture hall were already occupied.

The exit of the tree-lined path that Concubine Zhao Ling took is located behind the Four Seasons Hall.

At this moment, she looked at it.

It was the academy teacher sitting high on the apricot platform, facing her.

Below them were rows of students kneeling in front of desks. Near the Xingtai were some Confucian scholars dressed in academy uniforms. At the moment, they all had their backs to Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

The old, dark-haired Mr. Yan was still teaching loudly without raising his eyes to pay attention to her, and most of the students in the audience were listening attentively.

The Four Seasons Hall, which can accommodate a hundred people, is very quiet. The only sounds are the clear voice of the old man and the occasional sound of neatly turning pages of books.

A very ordinary teaching scene.

Zhao Lingfei glanced around and walked lightly into the Four Seasons Hall. There was no one in the back rows, so she found a seat in the corner and sat down.

In front of the Four Seasons Hall, Li Jinshu, who was serving on the side of Mr. Yan, happened to see this scene. Seeing that another student from the Fuyao Mansion had come to attend the class, he signaled to several fellow disciples below the podium. They were sitting at the edge of the side listening to the lecture, while those sitting in the middle of the hall were all the students from the Fuyao Mansion.

At this time, Zhao Rong was sitting upright listening to the class, holding a wolf-hair calligraphy brush in his hand. He lowered his head from time to time and wrote something on the rice paper.

Seeing Li Jinshu's eyes, before he could react, Fan Yushu, who was standing next to him, quickly stood up, took a copy of the Confucian classics and went to the back to give it to the new student who had come to attend the class.

Everyone attending the class was given a copy of this book, and the chores of distributing books and other items were all done by these teachers' students.

Zhao Rong looked calm and did not look back.

I gradually got used to Fan Yushu's behavior. In front of Mr. Yan and some of his seniors, this guy always acted like an excellent student who was proactive, upright and studious, and he always took the lead in everything.

But privately...

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu's desk. In addition to the books that Mr. Yan was currently using for his lectures, there was also a book whose cover he couldn't tell what it was.

But he knew that the guy was writing the love letter while reading this book when they first met that morning.

Moreover, just now, Fan Yushu was listening to the lecture with a focused expression, flipping through the books seriously, and nodding from time to time.

You are worthy of being the talented student Fan Yushu.

Zhao Rong suppressed his laughter and continued to listen to the class attentively.

But.

After a while.

Fan Yushu hurried back from the back and suddenly sat back in the seat next to Zhao Rong. He sat upright with an expressionless face, looking directly at Mr. Yan who was speaking enthusiastically on the podium. After three breaths of silence, Fan Yushu's upper body leaned slightly towards Zhao Rong. He still looked straight ahead, but with his teeth clenched.

“Tzuyu…Tzuyu…”

Zhao Rong frowned and looked straight ahead.

"Look at that woman behind..."

Zhao Rong lowered his head and wrote an essay carefully on the paper.

"I haven't seen her. I wonder if it's... that woman...she seems to be Concubine Zhao Lingfei."

Zhao Rong's hand holding the pen trembled and his movements froze.

Slowly, a spot of ink appeared on the white paper, and the area became larger and larger.

He lowered his head and stared at the ink pool spreading on the paper where he had stopped writing, blinked, then pursed his lips and turned his head.

He just glanced back and turned back.

Take a deep breath.

"Zi Yu... is it her? This girl is so pretty, hmm, a little prettier than my Zhi Lan... I saw a teardrop mole under her left eye, which seems to be very famous in Tai Qing Prefecture. Is she really Zhao Lingfei from Xiao Yao Prefecture? Why is she here to attend the class..."

Fan Yushu continued to sigh in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu without answering. He put down his brush, straightened his back, and looked intently at Mr. Yan on the stage, listening attentively as if nothing had happened.

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong with some surprise.

At this moment.

Mr. Yan assigned a question about the meaning of scriptures and asked the students in the classroom to answer it. Li Jinshu, who was in charge of lecture affairs, prepared to arrange for people to distribute rice paper.

Seeing this, Fan Yushu was ready to respond positively and "very energetically".

But someone is more energetic than him.

Zhao Rong, who had been silent beside him, suddenly stood up, and the next second he strode forward to distribute white paper to the students.

Fan Yushu was stunned and hurried to catch up.

Four Seasons Hall, the left rear corner.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked up and listened to the words of the academy teacher on the Xingtai with a focused look.

But after a while, her eyebrows gradually frowned.

She could understand every word the gentleman on the stage said, but she couldn't figure out what he was talking about because of the complicated relationships between them.

Moreover, the anecdotes and words of sages that the teacher in the academy casually quoted gave her a headache.

Why is it so difficult? It's much more boring than those poems and songs...

Concubine Zhao wrinkled her nose, let out a sigh of relief, and lowered her head to flip through the annotated book that a student from the academy had just sent her.

After hearing the topic assigned by the teacher, she buried her pretty face in the book, looking for the annotation of a certain "The sage said".

There was some noisy noise in the lecture hall, it seemed that some students from the academy were distributing manuscripts...

She bit her lip, her face serious as she turned the pages one by one.

At some point.

There were footsteps near the table.

The light dimmed.

A man's hand pressed a piece of rice paper on the table, next to the book that Zhao Lingfei was reading.

Without raising her head, she pulled out a bare hand and took it from Yu Guangzhong's big hand.

Just a few breaths later, the man was still standing by the table, still blocking the light from the side.

Zhao Lingfei's brows, which had just relaxed, wrinkled again.

But before she could react, the man at the table, who seemed to be staring at her and made her feel a little disgusted, sat down at the table next to her.

It seems like he's not leaving.

Concubine Zhao Ling's pretty face was cold and she suddenly turned her head with an indifferent look in her eyes.

The man's eyes were gentle and the corners of his mouth were raised.

Zhao Rong met her gaze with a smile.

Zhao Lingfei's pupils suddenly shrank, and her clear eyes reflected this extremely familiar face.

Just like a pool of clear water, it finally embraces the bright moon.

The moon in the water is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is... the one you love.

In the back corner of Four Seasons Hall, a pair of childhood sweethearts looked into each other's eyes.

The lecture in the front was still going on, but the small corner in the back belonged to Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei.

Well, strictly speaking, it wasn't two people, because... a special student was worried that the other special student would cause trouble, so he followed them to the back row, and after handing out the rice paper, he found a seat not far from the two and sat down...

However, at this time, the two of them did not pay any attention to Fan Yushu.

Zhao Rong smiled brightly and winked at Concubine Zhao Lingfei with a smug look on his face.

Xiao Qingjun, I finally found you, didn't I? So what if you hide in Taiqing Mansion at the end of the world?

Mountains and seas can be leveled.

Zhao Lingfei tried to keep a calm face, but the person she missed day and night was right in front of her, so she couldn't keep her pretty face straight. Her eyes were a little wandering.

At this moment, seeing Zhao Rong's smug look, she immediately glared at him, but then she realized that it was a bit like flirting, and now she was still "observing" him...

Concubine Zhao Ling took a breath, then restrained her expression, turned her head back and continued to read the book seriously.

Seeing that Qingjun ignored him, Zhao Rong coughed lightly, turned his head and looked around, ignoring the eyes of a certain special student that were bigger than copper bells.

He found that Mr. Yan on the Xingtai was drinking tea and taking a rest, not paying attention to the people below, while the students in the front row were doing their homework with their heads down, and many of them were even asking for advice from their senior brothers and sisters from the academy nearby.

Zhao Rong turned around and glanced at Zhao Lingfei, who was biting her lip and staring at the white paper with a stern face, doing the questions "seriously", and raised his eyebrows.

He moved the table in front of him towards Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

Suddenly.

The two tables were put together.

Zhao Rong rubbed his knees to the left, then knelt down beside Concubine Zhao Lingfei with a smile.

Very close.

Concubine Zhao Ling moved to the left without raising her head, and Zhao Rong followed closely behind her.

She moved again, and he followed.

Even closer, I could already feel his warmth.

Concubine Zhao Ling was slightly choking.

It had reached the edge of the table and couldn't be moved any further.

She suddenly turned her head and glared at Zhao Rong with her beautiful eyes, an expression of extreme disgust.

Zhao Rong smiled warmly.

Concubine Zhao Ling glared at him for a while, but the man's gentle gaze was like poison, and she was the first to give in.

For some reason, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly felt a little aggrieved. She sniffed lightly, turned her head, and stopped looking at Zhao Rong. Her eyes were fixed on the blank white paper on the table.

When Zhao Rong saw the strange look in Zhao Lingfei's eyes, his heart suddenly ached and he carefully observed Zhao Lingfei's expression.

He crossed his arms and leaned on the table. He tilted his head to look at Concubine Zhao Ling's profile, then looked at the question on the table.

"Silly, it's like this..."

Zhao Rong took the pen from Concubine Zhao Ling without hesitation. The pen still had her warmth and fragrance on it. He felt a little nervous, but then he started writing gently and explained the question to Concubine Zhao Ling in a hoarse voice.

Concubine Zhao Ling had a blank expression on her face, her eyes fixed on the white paper where Zhao Rong was writing, listening to his explanation without saying a word, just letting him talk.

At some point.

She secretly glanced at Zhao Rong's serious profile.

The two were quite close to each other, so their noses occasionally smelled each other's scent.

Warm and itchy.

Time passes by every second.

"...Okay, that's it, silly. Do you understand? Or I'll say it again." Zhao Rong turned his head and stared at Zhao Lingfei seriously.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at the white paper, without looking at him, and nodded.

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched. What did nodding mean? Did he understand, or did he not understand and wanted to hear more?

But before he could ask again.

Mr. Yan on the stage in front loudly announced the end of get out of class.

All the students in the hall stood up one after another, and Four Seasons Hall suddenly became lively.

Upon seeing this, Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly stood up, folded the rice paper with Zhao Rong's words written on it and put it away. She then ran away in a hurry while not many people were paying attention to her.

Zhao Rong watched with a chuckle, but did not chase her, and watched her leave.

Just as her figure was about to disappear, Zhao Rong suddenly remembered something and shouted:

"Qingjun, I wrote you a love letter. It's at the gatehouse of your abode!"

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded like a panicked deer, and her figure disappeared into the woods.