Qian'er pushed the door open and walked into the room carrying a lunch box.
"Miss……"
Qian'er was stunned. There was no one in the room.
She stood there thinking for a while, then walked towards the backyard.
There was a small pond in the backyard with a few green lotus plants in it. Next to the pond was an elegant pavilion with a woman in it.
Qian'er walked forward and found that the young lady was staring at the pond in a daze.
Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her face was as beautiful as a lotus blooming in clear water, her red lips were slightly parted, and she was lightly biting a fingertip.
The jade finger between the teeth is so white that it is indistinguishable from the white teeth.
When Qian'er saw the young lady acting like a little girl again, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.
She placed the food box on the stone table in the pavilion, took out a white ribbon, walked behind Concubine Zhao Ling, and tied her hair.
"What are you thinking about, young lady?"
"Well, I didn't think anything."
"Hehe, are you thinking about your husband?"
“…”
"You want a beating!"
When Concubine Zhao Lingfei saw that Qian'er dared to tease her, she quickly turned around and pretended to flick her little head.
Qian'er ran out of the pavilion smiling, and Concubine Zhao Ling got up and chased after her.
Afterwards, the two of them started playing around again.
Soon, they returned to the pavilion. Qian'er rubbed her forehead which was red from being tapped by the young lady, tidied up the stone table, moved a few poetry books aside, then opened the food box, took out the delicacies from it and placed them on the table.
During this time, she took a peek at the poem note that the young lady had hidden in a collection of poems.
The handwriting was beautiful and graceful, and on it was an excerpt of a birthday poem written by someone.
"Miss, we are almost at Duyou City."
"Um."
"Miss, when will we return to Da Chu?"
"If nothing happens in the short term, I won't go back."
"Miss, when will you enter Tianzhi?"
"I'm not sure either. I was almost there before, but then something went wrong..."
"Well, it's all Qian'er's fault. She used up the birthday words he sent to the young lady. Although Luo Huapin can't directly help the young lady break the mirror, it can at least get closer. It's all Qian'er's fault."
"It's okay. It's best if the Falling Flower can be used on Qian'er. Besides, if I can break the mirror, it won't make a big difference."
"Oh, really?"
"Um."
"Hehe, Miss is so nice!"
“…”
“…”
“…”
"Miss, I thought of two names for my natal flying sword, one is called Qiu Qian and the other is called Fu Nishang. Which one do you think sounds better~"
“They all sound good.”
"Miss."
"Um?"
"Why not call me Chou Rong'er brother?"
“…”
Concubine Zhao Ling put down her silver chopsticks and looked up at Qian'er.
The girl in front of me was chattering lively just a second ago, but now her expression suddenly became gloomy.
If Zhao Rong were here now, he would definitely sigh that adolescent girls have very changeable and eccentric emotions and thoughts.
"Woo woo, it's all Uncle Xiaobai's fault. Brother Rong'er definitely didn't want to leave."
"Woo woo, stinky Rong'er brother, how can you be so cruel!"
"Miss, do you think he will come back?"
Concubine Zhao Ling remained silent, not knowing how to answer the little girl.
Thinking of that person, her thoughts were in a mess.
Her father had not been around since she was young, and her mother also passed away early. She had always lived in the deep courtyard of the Duke's Mansion. She was introverted, and except for the old lady who loved her dearly, she was not close to the relatives from other families. To her, Aunt Liu was like a half-mother, and Li Bai and Uncle Kun always treated her as their master and never dared to overstep their boundaries.
In her childhood, she had only two close peers: Qian'er and Zhao Rong. The former was her personal maid, and the latter was the child of Aunt Liu, so she was naturally close to him.
So Zhao Rong "broke into" her little world very early. She poured all her fantasies about fatherly love and all her emotions towards men into Zhao Rong. He was the most interesting color in her life, the brightest rainbow.
Later, as she grew up, she slowly understood the affairs of men and women, and knew that a woman would have a lover to entrust her life to and grow old with. At that time, the only person she could think of, and the only person she wanted to think of, was him.
Their later engagement made her think twice.
Her heart is very small and can only accommodate one person.
She actually lacks a sense of security. When she was a child, Zhao Rong could act as an elder brother for her to rely on. But when she grew up, in order to inherit the Duke of Jingnan's Mansion, she took Qian'er away from the mansion and practiced alone. The little girl could rely on her, but no one could rely on her anymore.
But it was okay. She didn't blame him at the time. She thought that as long as the man treated her well, that was enough.
As a result, her temperament gradually became cold and indifferent, and she began to practice diligently and concentrate on practicing sword.
One is Zhao, and the other is my good man.
She thought that after she finished her studies and returned with a sword in hand, no one would dare to covet the Zhao family, no one would look down on her, and her husband would no longer be ashamed of marrying into the Zhao family.
But now.
As that person left, all these expectations turned into nothing.
She found that her thoughts were naive.
Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses, stared at the little girl in front of her with tears in her eyes, and reached out to wipe away her tears.
In fact, Ling Fei also wanted to convince herself to believe that you left because of that pot of Huangliang Forget-Your-Sorrow Wine; Ling Fei also wanted to let herself hope that you would come back one day.
but.
Ling Fei has made excuses for you countless times.
I have raised my hopes for you countless times.
But what finally greeted Ling Fei was only repeated self-deception and disillusionment.
Ling Fei didn't want to lie to herself anymore.
Zhao Rong, Zhao Ziyu, Ling Fei hates you a little now, not because you hurt Ling Fei's heart, but because this heart has been riddled with holes and it is difficult to hurt again.
Ling Fei hates you for letting Qian'er down.
Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly smiled brilliantly and stared at the little girl:
"Yes, he will come back to see Qian'er."
…
Early in the morning of that day, Zhao Rong got up early as usual and began to practice calligraphy and read.
It has been two months since he boarded the Qingfeng Pavilion ferry. He had already finished reading the books in his bookcase. As for the "Xuanhuang Chronicles", he had read it to pieces. He was wondering whether he should shamelessly ask Brother Sanbian to buy him a few more copies to kill time.
Because it is indeed a bit boring to be on the boat. The vast sea of clouds that was novel to us before became just like that after seeing it so many times.
Although he could chat with Liu Sanbian, Liu Sanbian's personality was too boring. Most of the time, Zhao Rong would take the initiative to find topics, but after chatting for a while, they would become awkward again.
As for the girl next door, "Su Dahuang", I seldom saw her since I returned the book to her that day. The few times we met in the corridor, the girl looked at him warily, as if she was afraid that he would snatch her book again.
But there are actually some interesting things along the way.
One day, the ferry passed through a sea of clouds, as if it had fallen into the deep sea. Outside the magic circle of the ship's hull were schools of fish, with flying fish shuttling through and spiritual light everywhere.
There were monks on the boat who looked happy and wanted to catch fish, but they were stopped by the ferry manager, who said that the fish school already had an owner, who was raising them on a big mountain in the central part of Wangque Island.
As expected, a group of blue-robed monks riding cranes appeared not far away and looked at the ferry coldly.
Later, Liu Sanbian told Zhao Rong that it was a Cloud Sea Fantasy Fish, which was extremely rare. Its meat was top-notch food for immortals on the mountain, and its scales were an important material for refining certain magic weapons. They could be exchanged for mid-grade spirit stones on the mountain.
One day, when Zhao Rong opened the window to admire the moon at night, he saw an old man in the clouds not far from the boat, bathing in the moonlight, meditating and breathing. There was a hazy light around him, which was quite mysterious.
One day, there were thunder and lightning in the sea of clouds. Zhao Rong saw a masked man washing his sword in the thunder pool.
Another day, the sky was cloudless and there was a mountain that stood out. When the ferry passed by, it was discovered that there were huge crowds of people below. It turned out that the Zhongyue of a certain secular dynasty was holding a Fengshan ceremony...
Zhao Rong stretched, cleared the table, and prepared to have breakfast.
As soon as he walked out, he saw "Su Dahuang" next door also preparing to go out like him.
However, when she discovered Zhao Rong, she quickly shrank back.
“…”
Zhao Rong shook his head and smiled, not taking it seriously, and prepared to leave first.
But the next second.
There was a sound of wind and thunder in the distance.
Looking up, I saw several streams of light coming towards me from the horizon in the direction of the ferry, with a very powerful momentum.
A scolding voice was heard, like the sound of a huge bell, resounding through the sky.
"Tianya Sword Pavilion orders that all ferries south of Zhishui Country be prohibited from passing!"
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