Zhao Rong's shout attracted many people to look back.

It was just that the class had just ended, and the Four Seasons Hall was very noisy. The crowd dispersed, and no one recognized the name "Qingjun", so they didn't know it was Concubine Zhao Lingfei's maiden name. And this Qinglianhua, the beauty in the hearts of all the men in the mansion, was listening to the class in the back.

But, someone still saw it.

Zhao Rong reluctantly withdrew his gaze. He was looking at the figure of the "shy little deer" from behind, so he couldn't see whether she nodded or not. He couldn't help feeling a little worried and thought about chasing her again, but he knew it was too late, so he gave up.

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

"Do you really know Zhao Lingfei?"

There was still some disbelief on Fan Yushu's handsome face covered with powder, even though everything he had just observed with his eyes wide open proved this point.

As the fragrant breeze blew in his face, Zhao Rong pushed Fan Yushu's hand away in disdain, curling his lips and saying, "Didn't I tell you, Qingjun, um, Lingfei is my wife..."

He blinked, "It was a formal marriage with three matchmakers and six engagements, how could it be fake? How about I show you the marriage certificate?"

Zhao Rong did not elaborate on who "married" whom. Ahem, is this important? Not important!

Fan Yushu nodded seriously and said, "Okay, let me see."

"Get lost."

…

Zhao Lingfei jogged hurriedly for a while, and when she saw that her childhood sweetheart, whom she had not noticed before but was becoming more and more "shameless", was not chasing her, she slowly recovered and breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few moments of silence, Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her long, clear eyes, turned her head, and glanced behind her where no one was.

Suddenly, she felt a little annoyed, and then she became anxious about gains and losses...

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head a few times, her breasts heaved, and her expression gradually returned to its usual calm and indifferent state.

But the pink rosy cheeks still remained white for a long time.

This attracted some passing students to look at him sideways.

Zhao Lingfei glanced around casually with her clear eyes, and the men who were peeking at her all avoided her gaze.

She didn't care, because at this moment her heart was still echoing the man's words before they left.

How did he become a student of Linlu Academy, and even came to Taiqing Mansion with a teacher from the academy... It made me so anxious before, really, running around everywhere, but... It's also good, he took the initiative to come to find me...

Brother Ronger looks good in his student clothes, and he looks more energetic. Well, he used to be very good-looking, but he always had a stern face towards me. Now... well, he looks playful and not serious, and... he is also annoying...

Also, why has Rong'er's handwriting changed? It's different from when he was a child... Is it because of Uncle Xiaobai's wine... There are many other things that are different. Has he experienced a lot in these years... No, I can't talk to him now...

Letters, letters, his letters to me, my letters...

Zhao Lingfei's eyes were bright. Her two white hands hidden under her sleeves gently stroked the rough rice paper covered with someone's words. She walked towards Nanci Jingshe with light steps.

About half a quarter of an hour later.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to the door of Nanci Jingshe. At this time, she had regained her usual look.

Concubine Zhao Ling stopped in front of the table and politely said to a high-knotted female official who had stood up to greet her:

"Hello, do you have any letter for me?"

The voice is cold.

The female official with a high bun sighed, "Miss Zhao, I still haven't received the letter you ordered today."

Miss Zhao has been asking about this every day these days. I don’t know what the letter is that makes her so reluctant to let it go…

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

The female official with a high bun was slightly stunned and could not help but take another look at Concubine Zhao Lingfei. She vaguely felt that something was different from the past. This cold-natured Fairy Zhao was asking for love letters from those men?

She cleared her throat, feeling strange but not thinking much about it, "Okay, wait a minute."

After saying that, the female official with a high bun took out seven brocade boxes one by one, each of which had the words "Qinglianxuan" written on it.

Concubine Zhao Ling waved her sleeves and put it into the Sumeru object. Without saying anything else, she turned around and entered the Nanci Jingshe.

He walked briskly and disappeared from everyone's sight in a short while.

Seeing this, several female officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

…

This is a simple and elegant house.

Look around.

The tables and chairs carved from the finest rosewood were engraved with various delicate patterns, exuding the delicate and gentle feeling of a girl's home.

The faint scent of sandalwood and a sweet fragrance unique to women float quietly in the house.

Inside the house, spots of sunlight shone through the hollow carved window frames.

In the southeast corner is an exquisite couch covered by a blue and white curtain, with tassels swaying in the wind.

Next to the couch is a mahogany dressing table with a diamond-shaped bronze mirror, located under the south window.

This is a woman's private room. The overall atmosphere is fresh and leisurely. However, apart from some necessary items, there are not many interesting things in the boudoir of an ordinary woman. Overall, the owner of the private room seems simple, elegant, and unpretentious.

At this moment.

A woman pushed the door open and walked in.

She had her hair tied up in a bun and wore a white dress. Her eyes were cold and lonely, but the light brown teardrop mole under her long eyes gave her a delicate and gentle feeling.

At first glance, one will sigh what an ethereal, beautiful and stunning fairy.

After Zhao Lingfei entered the room, she still stood at the door, turned her back to close the two doors, leaned her back against the door, breathing slightly, and calmed down for a while.

She looked around the empty boudoir with lively eyes, then leaned against the door and raised her head slightly, her eyes flashing.

I don’t know what he is thinking about.

The woman remained quiet for a while.

At a certain moment, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and a shallow arc appeared on her lips, which instantly lit up this simple and elegant boudoir.

This situation, this moment, this person is so beautiful.

It is the most attractive color in this room.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and smiled slightly. She thought for a while and the curve of her mouth became even more curved.

Regarding that man's love letter, she was very eager when she was outside, but now she was neither anxious nor slow after returning to her room.

She has always had a valuable experience - the process is more delicious than the result, and it makes people linger on it. This process of carefully savoring the sweetness makes her enjoy it.

After savoring the feeling for a while, Concubine Zhao Ling moved and slowly walked to the wardrobe next to the dressing table.

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

Zhao Lingfei opened the wardrobe, blushing slightly, and quietly turned over her favorite clothes and private underwear, looking for something inside.

In a private corner of this private place, the most precious private item of the Taiqing Mansion's blue lotus, which is longed for by countless men, is hidden.

After a while, Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes, moved aside a pile of neatly stacked wedding dresses in the closet, and took out a brocade wooden box hidden underneath.

The embroidery box is thick and painted black. It is tied with a red ribbon and a beautiful bow.

She held the embroidery box carefully, squatted in front of the dressing table, and curled up her delicate body against the dressing table.

Concubine Zhao Ling placed the embroidery box on her knees and reached out to gently pull one end of the red ribbon.

The embroidery box was opened.

She, who always gave people the impression of being proud and self-reliant in front of outsiders, now looked like a kitten quietly hiding in a corner, happily counting her belongings.

The house was very quiet at this time.

Concubine Zhao Ling was squatting on the ground with her body huddled up. At some point, her head gradually drooped and buried itself between her knees.

The embroidery box was placed on her knees.

Zhao Lingfei's oval face, which was as big as a palm, was parallel to the side of the embroidery box, and her small nose was touching the surface of the box. Her long eyes were flickering with light at this moment. They slowly passed over the edge of the box and sneaked into the box, looking at it quietly.

There was a crimson note inside, which was her marriage certificate with Zhao Rong.

There was a small lock of black hair tied with a red rope. It was supposed to be tied together with the black hair cut off by Zhao Rong on the wedding night. However, so far, the red rope was still binding her black hair.

No one has ever been married to her in this life.

In a corner of the box, there was a neatly folded white embroidered handkerchief with two fat, um, two mandarin ducks on it. She always thought it was beautifully embroidered, but someone held a completely opposite view. However, this was also the most beautiful handkerchief she had embroidered in all these years, so she brought it all the way into the bridal chamber, and when that person was not around, she blushed and put it under the fiery red quilt.

But the white wedding veil, commonly known as the white wedding veil in this hometown, was still pure white, without any stain of the color of the wedding bed.

It was brought back in the same way it was taken there.

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

However, now that Zhao Rong has returned to look for her, although she is still timid and pitiful in the face of this embroidered box that she thought would never be opened again, and it will be difficult for her to change her attitude in a short while, the pair of eyes that appeared on the edge of the box couldn't help but smile.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling was like a greedy kitten.

Savoring the memories.

Memories spiced with “him”.

It no longer has the bitter taste of the past without "him".

Zhao Lingfei's eyes "stroked" the many items in the box one by one, occasionally lingering on some special things.

For example, the white wedding handkerchief was actually used by Zhao Rong to wipe his mouth.

How can I use this to wipe my mouth? It's so embarrassing...so embarrassing...

The woman gritted her teeth and spat lightly, but her eyes were filled with a soft and weak shame, like warm spring water.

The contents of the box.

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

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were gentle.

I don’t know how much time passed.

She came back to her senses.

She reached into the embroidery box and gently took out a well-preserved letter.

This was the first letter Zhao Rong sent to Concubine Zhao Lingfei in his life.

She was as happy then as she is now.

There were only a few words on this letter.

"Flowers are blooming on the roadside, you can go home slowly."

then.

At that time, she couldn't wait to go back and get married with the woven wedding dress and the black jade she had raised...

Concubine Zhao Lingfei put away the embroidery box, stood up, and came to the desk with this first love letter - which she stubbornly believed was her first love letter.

Concubine Zhao Ling took out the seven brocade boxes again, opened them one by one, and searched carefully.

After a while.

Inside a brocade box, the bare hands that were sliding between the different letters suddenly stopped.

His fingertips rested on a simple white envelope.

The letter was unremarkable, not at all.

However, the handwriting on it... although she had just seen it not long ago, it had already been engraved in her mind.

Concubine Zhao Ling took a deep breath, gently picked up the envelope, removed the wax seal, and pulled out the folded letter paper.

This is his second love letter.

It's a love letter, and this time, it's from your own lips.

No cheating allowed.

Concubine Zhao Ling slowly unfolded the letter, lowered her head, and as her eyes met, she murmured, "Shangxie?"

She concentrated and thought softly:

"Shangxie, I wish to know you, and live long and without end... Even when the mountains are gone, the rivers are dry, the winter thunders roar, the summer snows, and the heaven and earth unite, then I dare... to break up with you!"