Zhao Rong was surprised.

Isn’t this that... effeminate scholar?

Although a long time had passed, Zhao Rong was still deeply impressed because the graceful gait of the pale-faced scholar that day gave Zhao Rong a chill.

At this moment, the people in the house have not yet discovered Zhao Rong.

He might have just got up not long ago. He was only wearing a white undershirt, and his black hair was casually tied up with a red ribbon. He was sitting sideways by the window, reading a book intently with a smile on his face.

From this unique perspective outside the window, Zhao Rong could just see his profile and upper body.

Hey, something's wrong.

Zhao Rong looked down.

Glancing at his neck.

Then I looked at his slightly bulging chest.

Oh, I see.

We met briefly in the bookstore that day, and I really didn't think about it in this way...

The next moment, a cool breeze blew.

It seemed that he noticed that there seemed to be something outside the window blocking the wind and light.

The "pale-faced scholar" reluctantly took his eyes off the pages of the book, the corners of his mouth still slightly raised, and he tilted his head to look out the window.

"Ah~ Ghost~"

“Ouch!”

"thump!!"

The head that suddenly "grew" on the window scared her so much that she kicked her legs and fell backwards with the chair, and the book in her hand was thrown high into the air.

Zhao Rong subconsciously reached out and caught the book.

He coughed lightly, not expecting her reaction to be so intense.

I glanced down and found that I could no longer see anyone from this angle.

But not for long.

A little head slowly popped up from under the window sill.

Her black hair was disheveled, with a red silk ribbon tied crookedly on her head. A bunch of black hair stuck to the corner of her lips, and her long eyelashes blinked slightly in fear.

At this moment, she was looking up at Zhao Rong timidly.

Like a young animal leaving its cave for the first time.

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong observed her closely and found that she actually had a pair of charming fox eyes.

Her eyes are very big, with the inner corners pointing downwards and the outer corners pointing upwards. The narrow tails of her eyes are slightly upturned, and she has long eyelashes that are very charming when they blink.

"Ahem, good morning."

"Um?"

"Well, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, haha, you're actually next door to me."

"Uh-huh?"

"It's nothing, I just came to show my skill..."

"Um!"

She seemed to have discovered that the person outside the window was not a ghost. Before Zhao Rong could finish speaking, the next second, the window was slammed shut with a "click", and then locked from the inside with a "click".

Zhao Rong was so scared that he drew his head back and almost fell off the boat.

At this moment, his upper body was outside the window, one hand holding a book, the other holding the window sill, with an awkward smile on his face...

Zhao Rong retreated back to the window, touched his nose with a wry smile.

Thinking of the pale-faced scholar just now, no, it should be said that the girl with fox eyes.

Thinking of the angry face of the fox-eyed girl when she closed the window just now, Zhao Rong felt a little guilty.

I was in a playful mood at the time and didn't pay attention. Now I think I did go too far.

It's wrong to pry into other people's privacy, but it scared them so early in the morning...

Zhao Rong hesitated whether to go next door to apologize, but before he could think about it, there was a heavy knock on the door.

Zhao Rong made some guesses and opened the door.

The visitor was indeed the fox-eyed girl from next door, but now she had returned to her scholarly attire as she had been when they met that day, with her hair tied up like a man's, and wearing a red silk coat on the outside and a white collared shirt on the inside.

She tensed her pretty face and glanced at Zhao Rong who opened the door. Then she lowered her eyes and stretched out a white little hand.

"Hmmmm."

"What did you say?"

"Hmmmm!"

“…”

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Zhao Rong's mind.

"Return the book to you?"

"Uh-huh!"

Auntie, can we communicate normally?

Zhao Rong handed over the book that he had been holding in his hand.

He even glanced at the book cover halfway through.

"Peach Blossom Fan"?

There is a wall painted on the cover. Inside the wall is a woman with lily-colored hair, and outside the wall is a down-and-out scholar holding a round fan.

Zhao Rong's mouth curled up.

The fox-eyed girl reached out to take it hastily.

But the next moment, the book in front of him disappeared again.

She opened her eyes wide, raised her head slightly, and opened her mouth slightly, and found that it was the bad guy in front of her who took his hand back.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Rong. What's yours?"

"Um?"

Zhao Rong shook the book in his hand.

"Hmmmm."

Zhao Rong turned around and prepared to go back to the house.

"Su Da Huang!"

The voice was soft, but it carried a "ferocious" tone.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows.

What a perfunctory name.

But he didn't tease her anymore. He turned around and handed the book to her again.

The fox-eyed girl looked alert, and quickly "took back" her book. She lowered her head to check the pages, then smiled, and her narrow fox eyes became more lively.

As if she thought that it was her name that scared the bad guy in front of her, she glanced at Zhao Rong triumphantly, then ran away briskly with the book in her arms.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing when he saw the little girl's appearance.

I obviously feel very apologetic, but why do I want to "bully" her when I see her like that?

Is this the legendary “punching bag” physique?

Zhao Rong went back to the house with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself.

"Su Dahuang? What a domineering name! I'm so sorry for my disrespect."

…

In the northern part of Wangquezhou, in the Dali Dynasty, in Yinping County, somewhere above the land.

A floating mountain is splitting the sea of ​​clouds, moving "slowly".

This floating mountain is one of the thirteen intracontinental ferries of Weiwei Mountain in Wangquezhou. It is the largest one among them and also the largest intracontinental ferry on Wangquezhou Mountain.

The name of the ship is Ephemera, and it is said that it was purchased by Weiweishan from a giant force in Xifuyaozhou.

It is said that back then, Weiwei Mountain spent countless spirit stones just to transport it from Xifuyao Continent back to Wangque Continent.

But this mayfly did not disappoint Weiweishan. Even though the price of the ticket was ten times that of an ordinary ferry, it was still hard to get a ticket on Wangquezhou Mountain.

At this moment, Mayfly is halfway up the mountain.

A round-faced girl with two buns on her head was walking on the secluded and winding path, carrying a three-layer food box.

Soon, she arrived at the gate of a secluded courtyard with ease.

Just as the girl was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, it was opened from the inside.

"Qian'er, you're finally here. If you were a step later, your uncle Xiaobai would have starved to death."

The person who opened the door was a grinning, scruffy-bearded man holding a sword. At the moment, he was rubbing his hands and looking at the food box carried by the girl with shining eyes.

When Qian'er saw that it was him who opened the door, her pretty face turned slightly cold. She ignored him and walked straight to the other person in the front yard.

He was a tall old man.

"Uncle Kun, I brought you your favorite cold tofu and bean paste."

As Qian'er spoke, she took out a few dishes and fresh rice from the first layer of the food box and placed them on the table in front of the old man.

Uncle Kun smiled and nodded.

"Ahem, Qian'er, where's Uncle Bai's?"

The man holding the sword came up to the table and looked at Qian'er with a flattering expression.

Upon hearing this, the round-faced girl reached out and took out the lonely bowl remaining on the first layer of the food box, and "knocked" it on the table.

Li Bai's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at the white flour buns in the bowl that were probably harder than his teeth, still holding a glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Ah, Qian'er, didn't you say a few days ago that you would bring some plum wine to Uncle Xiaobai?"

"Hmph, it fell down."

Qian'er closed the food box tightly, shattering Li Bai's last bit of fantasy, then got up and went into the house to find her mistress.

Uncle Kun just ate his meal, pretending he saw nothing.

Li Bai was stunned.

In the morning, he went to report to the young lady with an indifferent attitude that he had given Zhao Rong half a pot of Huangliang Forget-Your-Sorrow Wine on their wedding night.

The little girl was there at the time, but she didn't pay much attention.

Moreover, he repeatedly explained the general function of the pot of wine and reiterated that his original intention of giving the wine was to keep Zhao Rong.

But the boy took his kindness for granted and finally insisted on leaving, and there was nothing he could do.

What Li Bai never expected was that the young lady, who he thought was most likely to be angry, was not angry. At least he didn't see it. After the young lady heard what he said, she was just stunned for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

However, Qian'er, who shouldn't have had any major problems, reacted strongly.

She felt that if it weren't for that pot of wine, Brother Rong'er might not have left...

After that, Qian'er ignored him for the whole morning. Until now, he only had two steamed buns for lunch, not to mention the plum wine that he had agreed to have a few days in advance and that he had been craving for a long time.

Li Bai felt that the days without wine were simply dark, which was even more painful than when his natal flying sword was broken.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

"Zhao Rong, fuck you!"