Concubine Zhao Ling came to Ye Lanzhi, staring at her junior sister's embarrassed expression, feeling a little troubled.

Just now, Zhao Rong briefly explained the whole story to Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

Why did you send your love letter to another woman?

She felt a little sad and anxious.

However, Rong'er's frank and sincere attitude afterwards made her quite satisfied.

But there were some things that Zhao Lingfei stubbornly felt she had to make clear, especially when she thought that her husband might be mistaken by other women as a frivolous playboy. Even though she was usually a peaceful person, she still felt a little uncomfortable in this regard, and she couldn't "stay calm"...

It's hard for the men to explain, so she will do it.

When she thought of this, some resentment and helplessness appeared in Zhao Lingfei's eyes again. Why was it that once something involved the man behind her, she became like a different person, caring about this and that, different from usual?

Zhao Lingfei was a little annoyed, but at the same time, she felt an indescribable... desire in her heart, and did not reject the changes he brought.

The dull and lonely life in the past was too monotonous and boring, like a piece of pure white paper, and he was the most interesting color, from the past to the present, always like a bright paint, and now he was domineeringly coming to fill her whiteness.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared for a moment, then suddenly reached out and held Ye Lanzhi's hand, who was at a loss. "Junior sister, I'm sorry."

She sounded apologetic and sincere.

Ye Lanzhi was shocked. This was the first time this had happened since she met Concubine Zhao Ling.

Ye Lanzhi felt the coolness of Zhao Lingfei's fingertips and waved her other hand hastily, "Sister, don't be like this. You didn't do anything wrong. Why should you apologize?"

“我是替戎儿哥向你道歉，他们男子粗手粗脚的，造成了这次误会，冒犯到了你……师妹，那封情书其实是戎儿哥写给我的……实在是不好意思，若是他下次再这样，我就我就……揍他。”

In the back, Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped. Oh my god, why does this sentence make people feel uneasy...

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't know that her casual remark scared Zhao Rong.

After saying this, Concubine Zhao Ling looked at Ye Lanzhi's flushed face, and she hesitated to say something, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Junior sister, is that love letter really not with you anymore..."

When Ye Lanzhi thought of the misunderstanding that had just occurred between her and Zhao Rong, she felt her face burning hot. Seeing Senior Sister Ling Fei coming to ask for the letter again, she said in a panic, "Yes, yes, I'll give it to you right away."

After saying that, he took out a Sumeru object that looked like a jade hairpin and started searching through it.

Concubine Zhao Ling felt relieved, squeezed Ye Lanzhi's hand, and smiled faintly. "Thank you, Junior Sister."

Afterwards, she took the letter that the latter hastily handed to her, put it into her sleeve, spoke softly to Ye Lanzhi for a few words to ease the embarrassment in her heart, and then turned and left.

Ye Lanzhi looked at Zhao Lingfei's light steps and felt that everything that had just happened was just like a dream.

Is this still Senior Sister Lingfei?

Ye Lanzhi thought of Zhao Lingfei's expression and words just now, and felt that compared with the senior sister Lingfei whom she admired in the past, she was like a different person.

This darling of the four prefectures of Taiqing was never like this in front of others in the past.

It turns out... we don't really understand her... understand her other side...

Ye Lanzhi stared blankly, feeling that this kind of Senior Sister Lingfei was more worldly-wise than before, and was no longer so daunting.

Suddenly, she tilted her head slightly and looked with complicated eyes at Zhao Rong, who was sitting with Zhao Lingfei and smiling.

And all of this, it is almost certain now, was caused by this ordinary-looking man...

It turns out that those previous rumors... were true.

Zhao Lingfei didn't know that the junior sister behind her was thinking so much, so she returned to her seat.

Facing Zhao Rong's smiling face, Concubine Zhao Ling looked straight ahead without even glancing at him.

Don't want to pay attention to him.

She just sat down, turned the pages of the book, lowered her head and read attentively, as if that person didn't exist.

Zhao Rong felt helpless.

He has recently come to fully understand his wife's temper. She is no longer as well-behaved and obedient as she was when she was a child, and has more of a feminine temper.

I remember that when I was a child, I followed Zhao Rong around every day and listened to him obediently in everything.

If Zhao Rong was angry or unhappy, she would think of ways to make him laugh and cheer him up.

Sometimes, when Zhao Rong was sad about something in school - those were all some strange troubles from his childhood, Qingjun would pull at his clothes, carefully look at his face, and sit next to Zhao Rong on the steps without saying a word, with his chin resting on his knees, and share his sadness.

Most of the time, the childhood in the deep mansion of the Duke of Jingnan's mansion was filled with countless interesting things. They would laugh happily, and at these times, Qingjun always had the brightest smile. Even Qian'er, the little girl who liked to smile foolishly with her teeth showing, was not as bright as hers.

Inside the Four Seasons Hall, in the back row, Zhao Rong looked a little dazed. For some reason today, his mind was once again flooded with those dusty memories.

Concubine Zhao Ling was reading a book with her head down. He tilted his head and stared blankly at her quiet profile.

Her eyelashes were long and trembling up and down, and her long eyes were so pretty. The narrow and slightly upturned corners of her eyes were much prettier than her eyes when she was a child. But at the same time, it also made Qingjun look cold when she was not smiling, especially the adorable teardrop mole on the other half of her face. Zhao Rong was sitting on the right and couldn't see it, so the profile reflected in his eyes at this moment was full of coldness that kept people away.

Can you imagine that this cold and lonely girl in front of you was also a quiet little girl when she was young, but she loved to laugh at that time, like a pure blue lotus that blooms from time to time, with large patches of pink on its snow-white petals, often giving people unexpected surprises.

Innocent and naive.

At that time, Zhao Rong could make Qingjun laugh easily. She was not far away at all; she was always by her side.

Unlike now, her face was calm most of the time, and even if she smiled at him, it was only light and shallow. Even though she was still very beautiful, Zhao Rong always felt that something was missing.

What is it exactly?

He was lost in thought.

That is what Zhao Rong wants to get back now, at least just once.

As far as he could remember, Zhao Rong would occasionally make Qingjun angry.

Once, Zhao Rong, who was fearless and had just learned how to swim, wanted to go into the water to take a look, because he had heard from his peers in the mansion that there was a ferocious water monster suppressed by the ancestors of the Zhao family at the bottom of the lake next to Cheng'en Tower. However, Qingjun and Qian'er, who were following behind him, kept holding him back.

But Zhao Rong at that time was not willing to listen. He cut her hands apart and went into the water capriciously. But at the moment when he was about to enter the water, he seemed to hear the unprecedented cry of a little girl - Qingjun seldom cried. No matter how he bullied her in the past, she would just endure it with a gentle smile, which made Zhao Rong feel a little embarrassed.

When Zhao Rong came back from his underwater exploration, by the lake, he saw the girl who never cried no matter how she was bullied, sitting on the ground with her petite body twitching intermittently. Her voice was hoarse and she was sobbing. She was crying like a pear blossom in the rain and was heartbroken.

Zhao Rong touched his head and walked over, wanting to take the clothes that she was keeping, but Qingjun held his clothes tightly, curled up her delicate body tightly, sniffed, and stared blankly with tearful eyes at the deep lake water that had just "swallowed" Zhao Rong. She ignored him and refused to return his clothes that were wet with tears.

Then Zhao Rong went back with his pants naked... He was scolded by his mother, and Qingjun didn't talk to him for three days. But Zhao Rong didn't try to comfort her, and after three days, she got better on her own...

The reason why Zhao Rong remembered it so clearly was because this was the first time in his memory that Qingjun was angry, although it was just a lot of noise but little action.

Qingjun was like this when she was little, accommodating and obeying him. And this should be the reason why Zhao Rong never cared about her before he woke up his past life memories? What does her feeling have to do with me?

Those who are favored are always fearless.

But now, Concubine Zhao Ling has changed a lot...

So for Zhao Rong now, this woman who ignored him has temporarily become the one who “can’t get what you want, it’s always there”?

Zhao Rong was filled with thoughts, staring blankly at her cold profile.

Even though he knew that Concubine Zhao Ling's attitude of being admired from afar but not touched was just a temporary temper, Zhao Rong still felt a little empty in his heart for some reason.

What is missing from the current Qingjun compared to the previous Qingjun?

Zhao Rong stared at Zhao Lingfei with his eyes wide open.

Outside the Four Seasons Hall, the rain that had been falling for two days had stopped. Water drops fell from the eaves in an endless stream, hitting the ground, dripping. Before class started, there was a rumbling noise in the hall. Zhao Rong could even feel a series of eyes sweeping across him and Zhao Lingfei...

However, at this moment, Zhao Rong didn't care about all of this.

He only had eyes for her.

Zhao Rong suddenly said: "Qingjun, I like you."

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was concentrating on reading, pursed her red lips, without tilting her head, and was silent for a while, "Why?"

"Because Mingyue likes to write poetry."

"Why does Mingyue like to write poetry?"

"Because I don't need a reason to like you."

Zhao Lingfei's eyes flickered, and the next second, her fair cheeks were gradually covered with fiery red rouge.

Slowly.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and the arc became more and more curved and deeper, and finally, it turned into a full moon.

The woman lowered her head shyly, her eyes full of light and her smile bright, just like the brilliant green plum blossom in her childhood.

No longer cold and distant, it’s right in front of you!

Zhao Rong's breath was held. It was this bowing of the head and this smile. These were exactly what he had been dreaming about and longing for.

The next moment.

Zhao Rong leaned forward.

His lips touched her cheek.