at night.

After a busy day, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu bought some wine and returned to the yard.

It's a dark and windy night.

Zhao Rong was now in the open-air courtyard, holding a glass of wine and looking up, but he could not see a single star.

He called out "come back" a few more times in his heart, but still no one answered.

"Zi Yu, what are you thinking about?" Fan Yushu asked tiredly.

He had been feeling listless all day since what happened that morning.

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze, "It's okay."

Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong again and raised his brows slightly.

They have agreed not to go home until they are drunk tonight.

Fan Yushu looked up at the sky, frowned, and muttered, "It looks like it's going to rain, and it looks like it's going to rain quite a bit."

He is a native of Duyou City and is quite familiar with the weather here.

Then they went into Fan Yushu's house to drink.

What surprised Zhao Rong was that Fan Yushu did not intend to complain to him while drinking.

He did not tell Zhao Rong the story of him and Ye Lanzhi.

Inside the house, Fan Yushu was leaning on a chair, drinking with his head covered.

He seems to be the type who talks less the more he drinks.

But Zhao Rong didn't care. He didn't really want to chat anyway. He was just afraid that Fan Yushu would be upset, so he came to accompany him. After all, he was the first classmate Zhao Rong met when he just entered the academy, and he seemed to get along well with him.

The two of them drank their own wine, but Fan Yushu drank one glass after another, while Zhao Rong took a sip from time to time and occasionally looked out the window.

The night passed quietly.

I don’t know how long it took.

Fan Yushu leaned back and fell on the chair, holding the chair handle with one hand, and with the other hand he held the wine glass with three fingers and shook it gently, staring straight at the shaking wine, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Tzuyu." He said suddenly.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from the window, "Hmm."

Fan Yushu's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, but he leaned forward and asked in a serious tone, "Do you know who I am?"

Zhao Rong looked at him with such a mysterious look, the corners of his lips slightly raised, then lowered, his expression serious.

"Hiss, who are you?"

"My last name is Fan."

"Yes, that's right."

"My last name is Fan."

"I know."

"My home is in Duyou East City."

"Then what."

"I..." Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong speechlessly. His expression was still wide open, expecting his answer. He didn't understand his hint at all.

I couldn't help but let out a long sigh. What kind of weird classmates are these?

However, Fan Yushu thought about it and remembered that Zhao Rong was not from Duyou City, and it seemed that he had just arrived in Duyou City not long ago.

He immediately lost interest and said directly, "My grandfather's name is Fan Tao. My family has a house on Youshan Mountain. There is also a business on the mountain called Caotang Shop, which is also owned by our Fan family."

After saying a few words casually, Fan Yushu didn't say anything else.

For example, most of West City was expanded by Youlan Mansion with money borrowed from the Fan family.

For example, there are several time-honored shops on Wangquezhou Mountain, and Caotang Shop is one of them.

For example, his grandfather originally wanted to buy all the private houses on Youshan Mountain, but Madam Ziyi didn't agree, and the owners of other private houses were all rich, so the matter was dropped. However, his grandfather still had it in his mind, and often muttered how nice it would be if he could live alone in a mountain with Madam Ziyi...

He didn't say much, but what he said should be enough.

Fan Yushu suddenly raised his head, tipped the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp. However, after drinking it, he still maintained the posture of looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, leaving half of his "delicate" face facing Zhao Rong sideways, with a hazy and melancholy look in his eyes.

This set of actions is extremely showy.

Zhao Rong blinked, glanced at Fan Yushu who was stealing glances at his expression, thought for a moment, and said cautiously: "Is this Fan family you are talking about powerful?"

Fan Yushu crossed his shoulders, put down his crossed legs, and stomped the wine glass in his hand towards the table. However, when it was about to reach the table, he gently put it down and waved his hand in the air, "It's not a question of whether it's powerful or not. It's really that kind of, that kind of rare..."

He paused, still unable to find the words, and Fan Yushu sighed, "Forget it, I won't say it anymore."

He drank with his head tilted back in a showy manner.

Zhao Rong nodded as if he understood, and suddenly remembered some impressions. He seemed to have seen the name of this Caotang shop at Longquan Ferry in the south of Wangque. Later, he seemed to have seen this business at some Xianjia ferry along the way. However, it was Liu Sanbian who went to those shops to buy things at that time, and he was waiting somewhere else, so he didn't pay attention to it.

However, I did hear Miss Lu Wan mention that there is a house on the secluded mountain.

So he is similar to Wen Ruo, a wealthy descendant of a wealthy immortal family?

But...what does it have to do with me?

Zhao Rong took a sip of wine, nodded and praised, "Your store is quite far away."

I remember that Zhong Xiuzhai, which gathered all the resources of Zhongnan Mountain, also had a branch on the northern mountain of Wangque.

Fan Yushu finally understood that Zhao Rong knew nothing and was really just a pure scholar from the mountains before... Fan Yushu originally thought that Zhao Rong could become the husband of Concubine Zhao Ling. His background might be related to a prominent Zhao family in Wangquezhou Mountain. In particular, there was also a Zhao family in Duyou City. Like their Fan family, it was one of the top ten aristocratic families...

He replied casually: "It's OK, my family's thatched cottage shop, you can buy almost anything..."

Fan Yushu suddenly stopped talking and was stunned for a moment, staring straight at the wine in the glass, in which the orange candlelight was reflected.

It seems that I am thinking of something that seems impossible to buy, such as a woman's heart...

Fan Yushu remained silent and continued to drink with his head covered, even more ferociously than before.

Zhao Rong looked at this classmate who suddenly became depressed, sighed softly, and did not comfort him. After all, they had just met not long ago, and he did not know much about other people's emotions. Besides, he had not even won back his wife, so how could he be qualified to counsel others...

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong suddenly became melancholy and couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

So it goes.

The night is getting deeper.

The moon is high in the sky outside the window, but the wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Inside the house, Fan Yushu was already drunk and about to pass out, while the other person was still sober.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sky outside the window again. The wind was blowing rapidly, and it looked like a storm was about to come.

He stood up to close the creaking wooden window and glanced inside the room.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, then said to the drunk Fan Yushu who was talking to himself, "Brother Yushu, can I borrow your pen and paper?"

After repeating it three times, Fan Yushu nodded and waved with drunken eyes.

Zhao Rong walked to Fan Yushu's desk and took out a piece of fragrant and extraordinary paper.

I heard from Fan Yushu before that this is a specialty of a small country in the eastern part of Wangque Continent. This country is rich in stationery such as paper, ink, pens and inkstones, all of which are top quality, and many of them are popular among the immortals on the mountain.

The light pink paper in front of you is called flower curtain paper, and it is the best and most carefully selected paper.

"Brother Yushu is indeed generous."

Zhao Rong shook his head and chuckled, then began to write the love letter he would give to Qingjun tomorrow on this piece of flower curtain paper, which was probably more expensive than all the rice paper he had used before.

Not long.

Zhao Rong stopped writing, sealed the envelope, walked over and shook the drunk Fan Yushu's shoulder.

"Brother Yushu, wake up, wake up. I have a favor to ask of you. Please help me deliver a letter to Qingjun tomorrow morning. I have something to do tomorrow, so I need to take a day off from Taiqing Mansion. I will probably be back very late. Hey, wake up, Brother Yushu. Did you hear me? Tomorrow..."

Zhao Rong called out several times before Fan Yushu understood. He nodded vaguely, pulled his sleeve, and while asking Zhao Rong to drink, he patted his chest and promised to deliver the letter.

Zhao Rong nodded and put the love letter on the desk, but after taking a few steps, he became a little worried. However, it was late at night and he had to hurry on his way, so he had to go early and come back early. This was the only way... He thought about it, returned to the desk, put the side of the envelope with the name on it facing up, then covered Fan Yushu, who was sleeping on the table, with a blanket, and left.

He is going on a long journey.

Look at the weather outside, it should rain heavily tomorrow. We can already hear thunder now. Such weather should not be missed.

Zhao Rong had always been thinking about the Li Ji sword pill in Ting Ni's purple gold furnace. Gui had said that as long as it was placed on the top of a mountain during a thunderstorm and it made a loud bang, it would be fine. Although he still had doubts, he believed it for the time being.

The only thing I'm a little worried about is that Gui is still sleeping and there's no way to contact it...

Zhao Rong thought about it and decided to give it a try, but he had to find a safe place far away to avoid being taken advantage of by others.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong set out overnight.

The next morning.

The heavy rain that started last night is still falling.

The entire Taiqing Prefecture was washed by rain.

There were bursts of thunder in the sky.

Boom——!

Inside the house, Fan Yushu suddenly woke up and looked up alertly.

I looked around and realized that I was inside the house and it was raining heavily outside.

He breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his aching neck. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been drinking with Zhao Rong yesterday and fell asleep while drinking...

Fan Yushu suddenly frowned, realizing that it was already late. He had slept too long and it was too late for him to rush to the morning class.

He packed his things in a hurry and went out. When he passed by the desk, he glanced at it, picked up a light pink letter on the table, stuffed it into his sleeve, and walked out quickly.

In the past, he would put the love letters he wrote on the desk every night.

The sky was dark and rain was pouring down.

Fan Yushu held an oil-paper umbrella and called out "Zi Yu" in the yard, but no one answered.

"You didn't even call me to class."

He muttered something, then hurried to Nanci Jingshe, handed the love letter in his sleeve to the female officials, left a word "Xiaheyuan", and left in a hurry, he was almost late for the morning class...

…

This was the seventh time that Concubine Zhao Lingfei came out to ask today.

Faced with her question, the female officials outside Nanci Jingshe all shook their heads and said they didn't know.

The high-haired female official thought for a moment and said, "Miss Zhao, your...husband, he didn't seem to come to deliver the letter this morning. The companion who used to be with him seemed to have come, but he didn't."

Concubine Zhao Lingfei's hand holding the umbrella handle turned pale and blue. "I understand. Thank you."

She narrowed her eyes, took a deep breath, and walked away.

Zhao Lingfei had no mood to practice for the whole morning. She frowned slightly and looked out the window from time to time. Her mood was just like the weather outside.

But by noon, Zhao Rong still hadn't come to deliver the letter.

I promised to send three emails a day. It would be fine if I was lazy and didn't come in the morning, but I didn't come at noon...

Concubine Zhao Ling had a sad look in her eyes as she paced back and forth in her boudoir, her steps sometimes quick and sometimes slow.

At a certain moment, she suddenly stopped, stood still, closed her eyes, and bit her teeth lightly.

Brother Rong'er, you can't hold on for more than 13 days and 35 love letters? It's not even as long as the time it takes me to knit a piece of clothing for you, can't you hold on to coax me for a little longer?

Concubine Zhao Lingfei was a little angry, but as she gambled, her pretty face gradually turned pale, her eyes wandered, and her heart was trembling.

Slowly, Concubine Zhao Ling's beautiful long eyes sparkled and she sniffed lightly.

Next second.

She turned around, grabbed an oil-paper umbrella, and hurried out to look for the unfaithful man.

In the heavy rain, Concubine Zhao Ling hurried to Four Seasons Hall.

There was a class going on in the lecture hall at this time.

She pursed her lips tightly, her eyebrows raised, and her eyes swept through everyone in the hall one by one, looking for the unfaithful man, but from the first row to the last row, there was no sign of him.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked again, but still couldn't find Zhao Rong. She frowned.

She waited patiently until the get out of class was over, and hurriedly stopped a scholar from the academy.

"Excuse me, do you know where Zhao Ziyu is?"

The scholar in the academy was stunned, and looked at the pretty girl with a teardrop mole under her left eye under the umbrella, and was slightly stunned.

Concubine Zhao Ling asked again urgently.

"Oh, Junior Brother Zhao, he asked Senior Brother for leave today and didn't come to class. Um, may I ask who you are..."

Before the scholar from the academy could finish his words, Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly turned around and left without staying for a moment.

Along the way, the rain splashed her skirt. She, who seldom spoke to outsiders in the past, stopped people to ask along the way and finally arrived at the yard where Zhao Rong lived.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to the window of Zhao Rong's house and looked inside, but there was no one there.

She then asked the students living in the surrounding academies, including the classmate who she remembered often going to Nanci Jingshe with Zhao Rong.

They learned that Zhao Rong seemed to have asked for leave for something, but they didn't know what it was.

Concubine Zhao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that he didn't mean to fail to deliver the letter, but... why didn't he tell me.

What on earth did he go out for, in this weather...

Concubine Zhao Ling was standing outside Zhao Rong's house. She glanced at the heavy rain outside the eaves.

The sky was dark, the sound of rain could be heard from all directions, and the occasional sudden burst of light illuminated this dark world.

Thunder rumbled.

Concubine Zhao Ling's brows were still furrowed.

Where did he go?

…

It seemed to be night already.

The gloomy sky throughout the day made it difficult to tell whether it was day or night.

The rain has become lighter, but still heavy.

In the darkness, Zhao Rong, wearing a straw raincoat, returned to the Four Palaces of Taiqing in the rain.

He cursed all the way.

Unfortunately, he is now in a deep sleep, so Zhao Rong can only vent his emotions alone.

Damn it, they said one bang would do the trick, but it ended up being useless after dozens of bangs, and I almost got hit…

Zhao Rong set out last night and traveled for several hours before finally finding a suitable hilltop in the wilderness. He placed the stove on top and was struck by lightning. However, when he took the risk of taking the stove down, he found that it was useless...

Li Ji's sword pill was still in an illusory form. According to Gui, if the sword pill was perfected, it should become an existence between reality and illusion. However, when Zhao Rong fished it out of the furnace, it was still like a moon in a well, without any hair at all.

Zhao Rong returned to the yard, and as he walked, he became angrier and angrier.

After a busy day in the heavy rain, even with a raincoat, my whole body was still soaked.

And this autumn rain is accompanied by gusts of cool breeze.

The wet body was icy cold.

Even Zhao Rong, who was in the Zhenyi stage, couldn't bear it.

Not long after, in the darkness, Zhao Rong walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard, ready to take the key to open the door. As a result, he caught a glimpse of a figure moving quietly in the darkness not far away, as if preparing to go away.

Zhao Rong was stunned, and suddenly his heart moved. He turned around and chased after him.

The figure seemed to be aware of his pursuit and sped up, about to disappear into the darkness.

But at this moment.

"Qing Jun."

Zhao Rong shouted as if possessed by a ghost.

In the darkness, the beautiful figure suddenly stopped.