Of course Ye Lanzhi had an impression of who Zhao Ziyu was.

Fan Yushu had introduced him to her yesterday, saying that he was a gentleman friend and a good friend who could get along well with her. At that time, Fan Yushu had even vowed that this person was not one of his former bad friends. But in the end...

Ye Lanzhi walked to the window, closed the window that was blown by the wind and rain, and sat down at the table again. A blush slowly appeared on her face, and she looked at the envelope of the love letter carefully again.

That’s right, this love letter was written by Zhao Ziyu, a good friend of Brother Yushu…

This type of love letters sent by men to Nanci Jingshe can be delivered to the door directly by the female officials of Nanci Jingshe in different categories as long as the notice is given. Therefore, unlike letters coming from far away, they usually only have the sender's name written on them to let the woman receiving the love letter know who it is.

And the probability of sending it to the wrong woman is extremely small. Could it be that you even made a mistake in saying that the love letter you wrote was for that woman?

Or did the female officials, who were always rigorous in their work, happen to make a mistake today?

At the table, Ye Lanzhi's eyes flickered slightly with an inexplicable look, and she thought for a while with her chin propped up.

He, he used Brother Yushu’s flower curtain paper to write me a love letter…Does Brother Yushu know…

She subconsciously took out a large stack of love letters from Fan Yushu from the bookshelf nearby, and randomly opened one of them. It was full of densely packed "love words" that gave her a headache.

Ye Lanzhi's eyes turned away, she lowered her head and read the fragrant light pink letter from Zhao Rong carefully several times inside and out - in fact, there were only a few lines of words, simple, not lingering love words, just plain words, but she still read it for a long time.

After a while, Ye Lanzhi's eyes slowly moved away from the last line on the paper: "…the hair on the other side of the bridge is black, and the hair on this side of the bridge is white."

She put down the letter and sighed slightly. This should be the kind of love letter that pleases a woman, which can make a woman's heart tremble for a moment after reading it in one breath...

Ye Lanzhi's mind flashed back to the image of the man she had seen yesterday. At first glance, she really didn't recognize him...

but……

Not knowing what she was thinking of, her eyes dimmed for a moment, and then she gently shook her head to dispel some thoughts.

However, the next second, Ye Lanzhi couldn't help but glance at the letter on the table. The last few words left on it showed a bit of annoyance on her expression.

The letter said that he had been busy recently, so he owed her the two love letters that he was supposed to send, and asked her not to blame him... and would make up for it later...

Will he write again later?

Ye Lanzhi narrowed her eyes slightly.

…

On the morning of the second day, this rare autumn rainstorm was still falling.

It's just a lot smaller.

As usual, Zhao Rong went to Four Seasons Hall with Fan Yushu for class.

On the way, he recalled the tender moment he had with Concubine Zhao Lingfei last night.

Zhao Rong held the book in one hand and held the umbrella in the other. He let out a long breath and looked at the dark sky and the continuous rain outside the umbrella. His mood suddenly became a lot more relaxed. He felt that he was a lot closer to his goal of getting the black jade from Qingjun.

At this moment, he glanced at Fan Yushu who was yawning beside him.

"Yushu, where is the letter I asked you to deliver yesterday?"

Fan Yushu stopped yawning and said in surprise, "A letter? What letter? Weren't you away yesterday? Did you ask for leave?"

Zhao Rong looked at his face, seemed to be about to say something, thought for a while, organized his words, and told him what happened yesterday.

After hearing this, Fan Yushu was stunned. "You mentioned this the night before? Oh no, I have no recollection of it... Wait, the letter on the table yesterday was written by you using my flower curtain paper!"

Seeing this reaction, Zhao Rong sighed and became a little worried.

"I left in a hurry, so I had to ask you for help. I put the letter on the desk, thinking you would see it when you woke up in the morning... Oh, forget it, it's my fault. Blame me. You drank so much at the time... But, do you still have this letter now?"

Fan Yushu stared ahead with a frown on his face. After a moment, he suddenly clenched his fist and pounded his hands. "It's over, it's over. I don't remember anything at all. I got up late yesterday morning and my head was a mess. I was in a hurry to go out for class. I thought the letter was written and placed there last night as usual, so I didn't have time to read it and sent it directly to Nanci Jingshe..."

Zhao Rong's eyes widened immediately. "Who did you give it to?"

Fan Yushu also stared at him without saying anything.

"No way?" Zhao Rong's hands trembled and the book almost fell to the ground.

Fan Yushu nodded heavily.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them.

Zhao Rong looked anxious, and Fan Yushu looked even more depressed.

The two stopped and breathed and sighed on the side of the road, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

However, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu had no time to care about others at this time, and they did not get angry with each other. This matter was a little unclear now, so they should think about how to solve it now.

The two of them sighed like this for a long time.

When I thought about the love letter he sent to Ye Lanzhi, and the content of the letter was a bit... corny... and easy to cause misunderstanding.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but turn around to look at Fan Yushu's face, feeling apologetic. After all, the one who would feel the most offended by this matter should be Brother Yushu...

No matter what was written in his love letter, the nature of the matter itself was that he wrote a love letter to Fan Yushu's fiancée as Fan Yushu's good brother, ahem, he used Fan Yushu's paper and pen, and the most fucked up thing was that Fan Yushu personally delivered it. Although it was just a misunderstanding, but...

About me helping my best friend send a love letter to my fiancée?

What kind of sufferings are these in the world?

Zhao Rong tried to put himself in his shoes and felt very uncomfortable for him.

At the same time, Zhao Rong was also very ashamed. Fortunately, not many people knew about this. Well, Qingjun didn't know either. It would be best not to let her know and solve it quietly, otherwise...

I sent a love letter to my wife’s junior sister, who is also my best friend’s fiancée... This will lead to social death on the spot.

Zhao Rong rubbed his face fiercely.

At this moment, Fan Yushu sighed heavily.

He looked worried, "Tzuyu..."

Zhao Rong quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at him, "What, what's the matter?"

Fan Yushu hesitated, but still spoke in a serious tone, "Did you...sign your name on the letter?"

Zhao Rong was stunned. "Yes, I wrote it. I was afraid that you would forget it, so I wrote the name on the envelope in larger letters and facing upwards..."

Before he could finish, Fan Yushu's brows relaxed instantly, heaved a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself, "It's good that it's written, it's good that it's written. And your handwriting is different from mine. I'm sure Lanzhi will be able to tell that this love letter was not written by me. Then it's okay, huh~"

Zhao Rong: “…”

Fan Yushu comforted himself and said to himself seriously:

"No, that means I didn't send her a love letter yesterday. I missed a day. That won't do. I have to write one today to make up for it. Lanzhi should be able to understand my sincerity and forgive her absence yesterday. But, hey, I'll be busy with classes later. It's too hard for me to write so many eloquent love letters every day."

Wait, this is wrong...

Looking at this unexpected scene, Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and closed his mouth silently.

I was speechless for a moment.

Why does it feel like we are not on the same channel at all?

Wait, let me sort it out.

So you looked worried and depressed for a long time just now, because you were worried that Ye Lanzhi would mistake my love letter for yours?

Instead of being depressed, feeling offended because I put something on you?

hiss……

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, glanced at his friend who looked relieved, and blinked.

Suddenly, he felt that Fan Yushu's pink face, which used to give him goose bumps, had become familiar.

Brother Yushu is really suitable to be a good brother... Much better than Wenruo. That guy shows off his 18 beautiful concubines in the "harem" every day, but he keeps them in his hands and hides them in the golden house in the backyard, not letting Zhao Rong take a look at them, as if he would lose a piece of meat if he was seen... Stingy...

Brother Yushu is still the best.

Zhao Rong nodded quickly, "Brother Yushu is right. Miss Ye is very smart and won't make a mistake. Besides, don't you know my love letters? They are just short sentences. They are not as profound, interesting and meaningful as Brother Yushu's carefully crafted and carefully thought out sentences! She will definitely not make a mistake."

Fan Yushu nodded in agreement, feeling relieved.

Zhao Rong looked at his expression and continued, "However, even though this is the case, we know it was a mistake, but Miss Ye probably doesn't know about it yet. Hey, look at the fuss this has caused... I don't know if Miss Ye will secretly sneer at the letter... Otherwise, Yushu, you should go and explain it to her, ahem, make things clear, and get the love letter back by the way."

Upon hearing this, Fan Yushu looked embarrassed.

"It's really not a good thing if this misunderstanding continues, but, Tzuyu, you know, Lanzhi and I are in a special situation right now, and I'm afraid of making her unhappy again and making our relationship even more strained."

He patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You sent your love letter rashly this time. Based on my understanding of Lanzhi's personality, she will definitely be unhappy and will not have a good impression of you. If she finds out that I sent the letter by mistake, she will probably ignore me for another half a year. Ziyu, my good brother, since the matter is done, why don't you go and tell them? Ahem, just say that you sent the letter by mistake. Consider it a favor for me. I owe you one!"

Zhao Rong glanced at the hand patting his shoulder, then looked at Fan Yushu's sincere expression.

What else can I say?

He sighed and nodded.

It's better to do this quietly, don't let Qingjun know. According to her personality, if the love letter originally intended for her is sent to another woman, who knows how she will react. By the way, this woman shouldn't be a jealous person, right? She can't stand such a small thing...

Besides, it would be better to write a letter to Miss Ye. If I say it in person, it would be so embarrassing... Well, write a letter, write a letter, and explain it clearly.

Thinking about it this way, he had a rough plan for this matter. Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed. He continued to travel side by side with Fan Yushu towards Four Seasons Hall.

However, what Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu never expected was that as soon as they leisurely walked through the forest and entered the Four Seasons Hall, they ran into Ye Lanzhi and...

Concubine Ling of Zhao.

…

Ye Lanzhi got up early in the morning and went out to find Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

She happened to be free today, and received an instruction from her cousin Ye Ruoxi to invite Concubine Zhao Lingfei to attend a literary gathering in the near future.

But just when he was halfway out of the door, he met Zhao Lingfei who was about to leave Nanci Jingshe on the road.

"Senior Sister Lingfei, good morning, where are you going?" Ye Lanzhi chased after her in surprise and said side by side with Zhao Lingfei.

Zhao Lingfei turned her head and glanced at her. She remembered that she was a new junior sister who had just arrived. She smiled politely and said softly, "I heard that there will be a Confucianism class in Four Seasons Hall in the morning. If you have nothing to do, go and listen."

Ye Lanzhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.

She suddenly said excitedly, "Senior sister, let me go to class with you. I have also been studying Confucianism recently, but it is about poetry and songs, so I usually go to the class of another teacher in the academy of Fuyao Mansion. The new teacher Yan teaches the meaning of scriptures, and I haven't listened to it yet."

Concubine Zhao Ling frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. She just nodded without saying anything.

Along the way, Ye Lanzhi chattered beside her, and Zhao Lingfei listened quietly, looking straight ahead, not knowing what she was thinking about, and occasionally nodded in response to her junior sister's words.

Ye Lanzhi didn't mind, nor did she think she was being arrogant. In her opinion, that was just Senior Sister Lingfei's personality, and being able to listen to her talk was enough to make her happy.

Soon, two beautiful women came to Four Seasons Hall holding umbrellas.

Zhao Lingfei, who had been in a daze all the way, suddenly stopped and glanced around the lecture hall. Not everyone had arrived yet... and there was no sign of that person.

She turned to Ye Lanzhi and smiled faintly, "Junior Sister Ye, see you later."

After saying that, without waiting for Ye Lanzhi's reaction, he turned and walked towards a familiar corner behind Four Seasons Hall.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to the seat where she sat when she first came and sat down. The empty seat next to her was the seat where Zhao Rong sat that day.

During normal classes, the Four Seasons Hall was usually not full, but at this moment, the seats around her were empty and it was very quiet.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at the seat next to her again, raised the corner of her mouth slightly, took out the book and put it on the table.

She supported her small chin with her hand, squinted her eyes like a kitten, stared blankly ahead, and began to look forward to it.

At this moment.

Someone suddenly sat down in the seat next to him.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and turned her head away in a daze.

"Sister Lingfei, I'll sit with you."

Ye Lanzhi said sweetly.

Zhao Lingfei: “…”