"So, Brother Rong'er, you entered Linlu Academy because of that letter, and that letter of recommendation might have been obtained by Mr. Fang from the Imperial Master?"

Concubine Zhao Ling sorted out what Zhao Rong had just said in her mind and said softly.

Zhao Rong looked at her expression and nodded: "If it weren't for the help of the old lady at home, that would be it."

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and thought for a while, "It must have been done by Mr. Fang."

Just now, Zhao Rong told her about what happened on the road over the past six months.

Concubine Zhao Ling listened very carefully and thought about it carefully.

Seeing that his wife was very interested in his experiences, Zhao Rong suddenly panicked. At the moment, of course he couldn't tell all about some people and things, so he could only briefly mention them. However, it would not be a good idea to keep doing this, as Qingjun was so smart.

No, I have to find a chance to explain it to her... and Xiaoxiao...

Zhao Rong thought about it and suddenly felt a headache.

He glanced at Concubine Zhao Lingfei. She was looking down, thinking about something, while holding his hands in both hands and gently stroking Zhao Rong's palms with her soft fingertips.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, thinking of Lin Wenruo, and prepared to talk to Concubine Zhao Lingfei about the affairs of Zhongnan Kingdom with a smile. But at this time, Luzhu came to their table excitedly, smiled and handed over a piece of paper, which exuded the fragrance of flowers.

It turned out that at the elegant gathering, someone had composed a poem that was accepted for high quality. The red carp girls then picked it up and distributed it around for everyone at the gathering to appreciate. They could also take it back as a souvenir, after all, they had witnessed the birth of the poem with their own eyes.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, took the paper, and looked down at it with Zhao Lingfei.

I found that there was a poem and a lyric on it.

Luzhu smiled and said:

"This poem has been ranked among the Fallen Flowers. Although it is not as rare as the state of no self, it is already rare to be in the state of self. I haven't heard of any new Fallen Flowers being born in recent poetry gatherings. I didn't expect to come across one today. This was written by Mr. Du. It's amazing."

Zhao Rong quickly read it silently and found that it was indeed good.

Lu Zhu tilted her head again and said coquettishly: "This poem was written by the Fairy Liu, and it was ranked in the Denglou Grade. Fairy Liu was not a Confucian scholar, but she was able to write poems of the grade. She is really a talented woman. It would be a pity if she didn't learn Confucianism..."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly and handed the paper to his wife. He raised his head and looked forward.

The table where Du Yifu and Liu Kongyi were sitting had now become the center of the gathering.

Many people stood nearby, nodding their heads as they watched the two poems on the table that revealed strange visions.

Facing the praise from others, Du Yifu remained calm, smiled faintly, and cupped his hands, "It was just a fluke."

Liu Kongyi responded to the other women's admiration with a graceful smile. She glanced around and found that almost everyone's attention was on her. Liu Kongyi felt happy.

At a certain moment, as if she thought of something, she glanced at Zhao Lingfei's position calmly, and saw that Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong were looking down at her poems. Liu Kongyi raised the corner of her mouth, then looked away and didn't look at her any more.

In front of the table of Zhao Rong and others.

Lu Zhu silently recited a few more lines of poetry and found the rhythm very interesting and catchy. She smiled and said, "Pretend to be stupid... Young Master Zhao, Fairy Zhao, what do you think of these two poems? Hmm, they sound really good when read."

After that, he recited a few more sentences.

Zhao Rong chuckled and commented on the rhythm of the lines. Luzhu scratched her head, but still nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, blinking and saying, "That's right, that's right."

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing when he saw the little girl Red Carp pretending to know everything.

However, he felt that this was quite good. Although the little girl did not understand the rules of poetry and poetry theory, she repeatedly savored the charm of poetry based on her natural love. This was the purest way for an outsider to appreciate the beauty of poetry.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand it thoroughly. Reading it a hundred times and finding it interesting every time is the greatest pleasure.

Concubine Zhao Ling also smiled and nodded.

Luzhu skipped away.

After she left, Concubine Zhao Ling leaned against Zhao Rong, tilted her head slightly and whispered in his ear: "Brother Rong'er, I don't understand it, but it looks good."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "Okay, another little fool, and an even dumber one."

But... this is his wife, it’s okay if she’s a little stupid, it’s okay if she’s a little stupid, it doesn’t matter.

Being too smart and too perfect sometimes makes Zhao Rong feel unreal.

Just like the male students in Taiqing Mansion, they always felt that Concubine Zhao Ling was a lost green lotus, which could be admired from afar but not touched.

But who among them knew that this cold and noble daughter of heaven in Taiqing Mansion was actually a stupid girl who secretly learned needlework and embroidered clothes for her lover but clumsily embroidered the mandarin ducks into fat ducks?

Only he knew her cuteness and clumsiness.

Zhao Rong pretended to think for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "It's okay. Actually, I just said those few words casually. God knows why she nodded."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at him, and then burst into laughter. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes, hugged Zhao Rong's arm, and said crisply, "You are so dishonest. Tell me, have you ever bluffed me like this before?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped, and he quickly raised his right hand, stretched out four fingers, and pointed to the sky.

In fact, he had never said anything to deceive Qingjun. He just hid a little fox demon temporarily when he was describing his experience on the road and didn't go into details... But why was he so panicked?

Zhao Rong looked his wife straight in the eye and prepared to speak.

Concubine Zhao Ling reached out and grabbed his hand, pressing it down, and did not let Zhao Rong swear.

All she wanted was Rong'er's attitude.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded with satisfaction, then turned around to look at the active talented men and beautiful women at the gathering, who were singing poems and drinking wine.

"Brother Rong'er, why don't you write a poem for fun and join them in the fun? Don't worry about me. Although I don't understand these, I can lay out the paper and grind the ink for you."

Zhao Rong took a look and found it a bit boring. He already had Qing Jun, and Qing Jun would not look down on him because of other people's opinions. Zhao Rong also did not care about other people's eyes, so if there was no other necessity, such as being ridiculed by others, then there was no need to try to be in the spotlight.

It would be better to just sit in your seat honestly like the seniors on the field.

Isn’t the beauty beside me fragrant?

Look at the senior brothers, all of them, like the eldest brother, sit upright and explain the interpretation of scriptures to the female companions beside them, soaring together in the ocean of knowledge. Those Qingjun senior sisters seem to be listening very attentively, not even brewing the tea leaves on the table, not lighting the incense burner, just sitting there listening expressionlessly...

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze, shook his head, and looked directly at his wife, "No, I will only write poems for you now."

Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lips and tightened her arms around Zhao Rong.

She shifted her eyes, avoiding Zhao Rong's direct gaze that was intended to melt her.

But Concubine Zhao Ling thought of the love letters Zhao Rong wrote to her, and she couldn't help but go to see him again. She felt that having him in her life was enough.

Suddenly, the poem "Shang Xie" written by Zhao Rong for her flashed through Concubine Zhao Ling's mind.

He must have thought about this poem for a long time while on the road before that "beautiful accident" happened and he wrote it, right?

That's the level of falling flowers, the state of no self, I don't know how he lost so much weight along the way...

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't dare to think about it anymore and felt heartbroken.