Qinglianxuan.

A boudoir.

A small window that was tightly closed in the past was now gently pushed open by two jade hands.

The autumn sun in the afternoon sent slanting rays of sunlight into the window, resting on a mahogany desk.

It covers most of the tabletop.

And just like the pale golden autumn sun, there are also the white letters.

The desk was covered with letters.

At some point.

A slender finger quietly stretched out and picked up a piece of white letter paper.

Viewed in the sunlight, this slender finger was whiter than the paper, and the jade-like fingertip was carefully stroking, slowly moving across the neat characters on the paper.

The woman in front of the desk stared blankly with her long, clear eyes, and her eyes were bright and beautiful.

These are the love letters Zhao Rong wrote to her.

However, each piece of letter was not filled with those beautiful words, but was left with large areas of blank space.

Each of his love letters consisted of only a few lines of words.

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How can I express my longing for you? A page of love letter and a list of love poems.

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I look at the sky in the morning and the clouds in the evening. I miss you when I walk and when I sit.

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Flowers fall and water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of idle worries.

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There is no way to get rid of this feeling. It has just left my eyebrows, but it is still weighing on my heart.

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If you have never felt lovesickness in your life, then you will feel it and suffer from it.

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The exquisite dice are filled with red beans, do you know how deep my love for you is?

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I miss you day and night but you are not here, the maple leaves are red all over the world without knowing autumn.

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I am too lazy to look back at the flowers, half because of my cultivation and half because of you.

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I will never regret even though my clothes are getting looser and looser, I will become haggard for her.

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I only wish that your heart is like mine, and I will never let you down.

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I wish to win the heart of one person, and never be separated from him until we are old.

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In front of the desk, Concubine Zhao Ling was sitting with her legs bent, her delicate body curled up in a spacious chair. One hand was holding her knees together, and with the other hand she was quietly flipping through the love poems on the table, reciting them softly with a smile on her face.

However, as she continued to recite, she buried her face in her knees, and her neck was flushed.

After hesitating for a long time, he secretly opened his eyes and couldn't help but look again.

In those love letters.

He wrote many sentences that made her heart tremble, and in addition there were many plain and straightforward words.

"Hello! Concubine Zhao Lingfei."

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"The words are short but the feelings are deep. I love you so much when I write."

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"People take the meaning they want from the poet's words, but in my eyes, the ultimate meaning of the poem is to point to you."

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"In my dream that day, you were picking lotuses by the lake, and I came behind you holding a jade. It was the sun in the sky, the surface of the lotus lake was sparkling, and the inside was covered with white clouds and blue sky. You looked back at me with a smile. Between the color of the sky and the color of the lake, you were the third kind of beauty."

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"When it snows, I want to go out for a walk with you. If you are cold, I will rub your hands and blow warm air on you. Walking in the snow, we will grow old together."

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"I met you among thousands of people, in thousands of years, in the vast river of time, not a step too late, not a step too early, we met, you are my childhood sweetheart, I am my childhood sweetheart - hello, you are here too."

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Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled, her eyes were full of his words, and her heart was full of his appearance.

She even stared through the small window at the white clouds in the sky, wondering what he looked like when he was writing the letter, what he was doing now, and whether he was thinking about her too.

Occasionally she would burst out laughing because some of the letters were so cute.

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"Concubine Zhao Lingfei, my waist hurts."

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"I want to discuss something with you, Qingjun. Don't lick your lips from now on. They look so tender and juicy. I want to bite you."

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"I can't help myself when I see the bright moon, and you are the bright moon, so, so, um, Qingjun, do you understand what I mean?"

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"I want to sleep with you."

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"Madam, do you kick people when you sleep?"

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"Young lady, I give you three breaths to appear in front of your husband, otherwise, hehe, I will lick you again."

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Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head in her knees again, her shoulders shaking, "Hehehehe——"

The crisp laughter was like a string of wind chimes blown by the warm breeze.

It took her a while to stop laughing. She raised her head slightly and used her hand to tuck the hair that fell to the corner of her lips behind her ear.

Concubine Zhao Ling's face was flushed. She tilted her head and stretched out two fingers to rub her delicate little earlobe.

He started to be dazed again.

Daydreaming about some weird things.

How could Zhao Lingfei sleep? At her level of cultivation, she usually meditates at night, and her energy is restored much faster than sleeping.

Sleeping was a waste of time and boring to her.

but……

If I were with that person, just thinking about it would make sleeping seem more interesting... Well, if you dare to move around in the quilt at night, I will... I will kick you...

Concubine Zhao Lingfei even didn't want to see him anymore. She just wanted to receive his love letters every day, making him rack his brains to think about her and write love words to her.

However, this was just a fleeting thought in my mind...

Zhao Lingfei came to her senses, gracefully put down her bent legs from the chair, and stepped her bare white feet on the soft carpet.

She took out a thin goat-hair brush with a white barrel and began to grind it.

Concubine Zhao Ling was dressed in white and stood barefoot in front of the desk. One hand grasped the wide sleeve of the other hand that was holding a pen, revealing a part of her arm.

She concentrated and wrote slowly.

On the letters sent by Zhao Rong, in addition to his "Yan style" regular script, there are also rows of small regular script. The fonts are beautiful and graceful, but there is a hint of dignified and rigorous style.

It is surprisingly similar to Zhao Rong's "Yan style", but it is obvious that he has just started imitating it not long ago and has not grasped the spirit of it. It is just a clumsy copy.

But even so, we can see the efforts of Xiaokai's owner.

The content of the small regular script on each love letter is related to that love letter.

For example, the love letter where the words "Hello! Zhao Lingfei" were placed.

Concubine Zhao Ling replied, "Hello, Zhao Ziyu."

And next to the words "The paper is short but the feelings are deep, I feel I love you so much as I write."

She wrote seriously: "I miss you so much even when I close my eyes."

As for other love letters, they all have.

Zhao Rong: "...If you are cold, I will rub your hands and blow warm air on you. Walking in the wind and snow, your hair will turn white."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "I, I will also massage you and blow for you, but I won't allow you to have gray hair."

Zhao Rong: "...You are my childhood sweetheart, and I am your childhood sweetheart - hello, you are here too."

Zhao Lingfei: "I'm always here, you can't leave."

As for Zhao Rong's cute words...

Zhao Rong: "Concubine Zhao Lingfei, my waist hurts."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "Zhao Ziyu, my teeth itch. Lend me your arm to help me grind them."

Zhao Rong: "I want to discuss something with you, Qingjun. Don't lick your lips from now on. They look so tender and juicy. I want to bite you."

Zhao Lingfei: "If you dare, I will bite you too."

Zhao Rong: "I can't help myself when I see the bright moon, and you are the bright moon, so, so, um, Qingjun, you understand what I mean, right?"

Zhao Lingfei: "I don't understand."

Zhao Rong: "Madam, do you kick people when you sleep?"

Zhao Lingfei: “Kick.”

As for this letter I received today:

"Young lady, I give you three breaths to appear in front of your husband, otherwise, hehe, I will lick you again."

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and thought for a while, then squinted her eyes and wrote "My husband is talking nonsense" stroke by stroke...

As for the poems and quatrains written by Zhao Rong, she racked her brains but could not think of how to correct them, so she copied Zhao Rong's quatrains neatly, right next to Zhao Rong's words.

Especially the sentence "I want to know you" in the second love letter. She didn't know how many times she copied it. There were even some traces of moisture on the letter paper...

Not only do you work hard to write love letters to me every day, I also write to you...