Zhao Rong didn't know that Qingjun had imagined so much.

If he knew, even if he thought he was thick-skinned, he would probably blush...

Concubine Zhao Ling hugged Zhao Rong's arm, leaned against him, stared at the teacup on the table without blinking, and whispered, "I like it very much."

Zhao Rong was stunned and looked down at her, "What?"

Concubine Zhao Ling looked up at him and said seriously, "I really like the song 'Shang Xie'."

Zhao Rong said softly, "If you like it, I will write it for you."

Concubine Zhao Ling frowned slightly and quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, I only need one poem, don't write anymore, homework is more important..."

She remembered something, narrowed her eyes and said happily: "Brother Rong'er, those short sentences you wrote for me every day before were very good. It's not forced to be a good poem. Besides... in the future... you don't have to write anymore."

Zhao Rong was delighted, for he knew what she meant by her last words.

He curled his lips and smiled, "Keep those love letters with the fragments of poems. Later... your husband will check them. Well, he will also give you a surprise."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at Zhao Rong with her eyes blinking. Seeing that he was in high spirits, she didn't know what he was up to. However, when she thought of those love letters, she also wanted to "write a reply".

Concubine Zhao Ling's cheeks were flushed and she felt a little shy, but she still held Zhao Rong's arm and nodded seriously.

When Zhao Rong saw his wife being so well-behaved, he suddenly remembered something that had been on his mind. He blinked his eyes and said tentatively, "Qing Jun."

"Um?"

"Did you forget something?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was slightly stunned and looked at Zhao Rong. She was smart and clever, so she immediately realized what her husband was asking her for and was about to agree. However, the next second, Concubine Zhao Ling had another thought.

She narrowed her long eyes and smiled faintly, "Brother Rong'er, what's the matter?"

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, "My dear, um, where is my black jade?"

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip and stared at him without saying a word.

Zhao Rong quickly corrected him, "It's your jade, your jade, but please give it to your husband."

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at his hurried expression with a smile and tenderness in her eyes.

Both of them knew what the pair of jade tokens meant.

This was a token of love between Zhao Rong's parents, and was passed down to the two of them by Zhao's mother.

They got engaged with this pair of jade tokens, but had another misunderstanding on their wedding night because of the jade tokens. Now, the two have finally put aside their past grudges. The pair of jade tokens that should have been exchanged on the wedding night are only one step away from completing the jade exchange ceremony that would seal their lifelong love and allow Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei to be completely engaged.

Are they important?

Very important.

Maybe with their current relationship, they no longer needed the jade tokens to maintain or consolidate it, but Zhao Rong knew that exchanging the jade tokens was an essential step.

Because he and Qingjun need this sense of ritual.

This is especially true for men and women in this world.

Just like a wedding ceremony, this jade return ceremony must be completed completely without missing a single step.

Zhao Rong wanted to give Qingjun everything he should give, without letting her down in the slightest, including this sacred ritual, which was a promise and also another kind of vow.

Just imagine, after countless years, when Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei hold hands and look back on the past, among the countless ordinary daily events that account for the majority, what will truly impress them and make them unforgettable, apart from the ups and downs of emotions such as sadness and joy, won’t they be such solemn and dignified things as the wedding ceremony and the exchange of jade to express their love?

Concubine Zhao Ling pulled Zhao Rong and gently corrected him, "No, Brother Rong'er, the black jade is yours, the white jade is yours, and I... am also yours, but..."

Zhao Rong waited with bright eyes.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled lightly and said, "You have to take the black jade yourself."

Zhao Rong thought about it and said with some embarrassment: "Qing Jun, how about giving me some hints?"

Concubine Zhao Ling held Zhao Rong's arm and tilted her head to think for a while. At a certain moment, she turned her eyes away from Zhao Rong and nodded gently. Her face turned slightly red and she said in a very low voice, "It's on me."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, leaned back slightly, and looked at Concubine Zhao Ling's outfit from a distance.

She was wearing an elegant moon-white dress that reached her chest, and apart from the wooden hairpins she wore in her hair, she did not wear any extra accessories... Where was the trace of the jade pendant?

Could it be in Qingjun’s Sumeru object? How can anyone get it?

Zhao Rong had a headache.

As if she was a little embarrassed by his presumptuous gaze, Concubine Zhao Ling pulled Zhao Rong's arm with both hands, pulled him back, and the two of them got closer again.

Zhao Rong was still frowning in thought, but then he suddenly felt a soft touch on his arm...

My heart was filled with anxiety.

Zhao Rong glanced slightly downward.

It turned out that he was trapped in two colorful clouds that looked like cotton candy.

Can't help myself.

But before he could savor it for a while, someone helped him pull it out...

Concubine Zhao Ling seemed to have noticed something and quickly let go of Zhao Rong's arm.

The two separated immediately.

Concubine Zhao Ling shyly turned her head away, her expression could not be seen, and her chest was heaving.

Zhao Rong coughed awkwardly, sat up straight, and began to watch the lively events at the gathering intently.

Liu Kongyi was the one who attracted everyone's attention at the moment. She was saying something with a helpless smile.

Zhao Rong listened attentively.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and looked at the warm stream flowing quietly beside her.

only.

At some point.

She glanced at Zhao Rong secretly, her face flushed.

…

Liu Kongyi raised the corners of her lips when she saw that the poem she composed for reading on the top of the tower attracted everyone's attention.

In fact, a song called Dengloupin is not that precious to the students of Tianzhijingfu like them.

Because Dengloupin can only condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and store it once, although the spiritual energy in it has been refined and is purer, it is still a drop in the bucket compared to the massive amount of spiritual energy required by the Tianzhi realm. A Dengloupin poem can only improve their spiritual energy cultivation a little bit, unlike the previous Haoran realm.

For the scholars in the academy, there was no big deal about Dengloupin, because in Linlu Academy, if there were no five or six new Dengloupin at a literary gathering, it would be considered shameful and undignified. If Luohuapin could be created on the spot, it would be considered a success.

However, Liu Kongyi was not a Confucian cultivator, she was a Taoist cultivator from Taiyi Mansion, and she was also a woman. She was able to improvise and compose poems on the spot while climbing a tower, which had already reached a good level among the scholars in the academy. Don't you see that scholars like Li Jinshu who were not good at the rules of poetry just sat quietly by and admired and responded to her? Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to call her a talented woman.

She is already one of the most beautiful jades for cultivating Taoism in Taiyi Prefecture. Just in her spare time, she can compose Confucian poems about climbing a tower or even falling flowers. With this kind of natural comprehension that she can master at once, Liu Kongyi has reason to be proud of it.

Suddenly, Liu Kongyi's heart moved, and he remembered the poem he had written not long ago, titled "Tianxianzi".

At that time, she was inspired and splashed ink in front of the window and finished it in one stroke. When she was writing, she felt that the words were better than the poems she had written when she climbed the tower in the past.

The language is skillfully crafted, the emotions are evoked from the scene, and it is full of ethereal beauty.

It is very likely to create a state of mind and enter the realm of falling flowers.

However, what Liu Kongyi never expected was that when she stopped writing, the poem did not show any unusual signs of being accepted.

Liu Kongyi had a headache because this poem could very well be included in the "Falling Flowers" category, which was very rare for her.

So in the past few days, Liu Kongyi revised the poem "Tianxianzi" again and again, practicing the words and sentences and creating the artistic conception.

But there was no gain, the poem written on paper did not cause the slightest ripple in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Liu Kongyi was very bored and often distracted while polishing his words and sentences. He even had some doubts as to whether this poem had the potential to be as good as Fallen Flowers.

Therefore, today she and Du Yifu invited some students from Taiyi Mansion to Nuanxi to hold a literary gathering, hoping to relieve their worries and boredom. However, they did not expect that Ye Ruoxi from Xiaoyao Mansion would hold an elegant gathering, so the two sides discussed and decided to hold it together.

Liu Kongyi thought of the poem in her mind and frowned slightly. She casually glanced at the men at the gathering and her gaze paused on Du Yifu and others.

Liu Kongyi's eyes flashed.