It was seen that it was Zhao Lingfei's ordinary husband who was whispering to the mansion student next to him. Although the scene was quiet, his low voice still reached everyone's ears.

The student who was being asked was slightly stunned, turned his head to look at Zhao Rong who had a strange expression, and nodded.

The new Taoist scholar was named Tao Yuanran. He was a Taoist gentleman, and his reputation had long been known throughout the mansion.

Zhao Rong had a strange look on his face. He felt the different looks coming at him. He coughed lightly and regained his composure. "Thank you. I was just a little unsure. I just asked. It's okay now."

The many eyes that were fixed on Zhao Rong slowly dispersed before they had time to make any associations.

Zhao Lingfei, who had been "standing guard" with her eyes on her husband, was slightly surprised when she saw this. Her pearly teeth let go of her lower lip. At this time, she saw Zhao Rong turned around and smiled brightly at her. Zhao Lingfei felt relieved, but she blamed herself for misunderstanding her husband again. Judging from his expression, he should be interested in the dragon carp, not people...

At this moment, Ji Qianyi, who had already guessed what most of the women had hidden, came in front of Zhao Lingfei. He did not guess the hidden objects right away as he had done in front of the other women, but stood still and stared at Zhao Lingfei.

But then, Ji Qian clenched his hand under his sleeve into a fist in vain, because after looking at him for two breaths, Zhao Lingfei suddenly glanced somewhere without turning her head, and didn't pay any attention to him at all.

Ji Qian said in a deep voice, "Zhao Lingfei, look at what you have become now. Is this still you? How is you different from those ignorant women?"

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at Zhao Rong from the corner of her eyes and saw that her husband seemed to have noticed that a man was talking to her at the first moment and was staring at her intently. Concubine Zhao Ling smiled slightly. At this moment, she suddenly seemed to hear someone talking to her in front of her.

Zhao Lingfei came back to her senses, her smile still lingering, "What did you say?"

Ji Qianyi's face suddenly turned serious. Feeling the playful gazes of the people around him, he snorted and said no more.

Ji Qianyi did not lower his head to look at the jade box, but raised his hand and made hand gestures, using a family secret technique to deduce yin and yang.

Ji Qianyi did not underestimate the formation that Zhao Lingfei had set up with her pure sword energy. He used all his strength in it, thinking that he could quickly work out the answer using this secret technique. But after ten breaths, he frowned and opened his mouth, somewhat unsure.

The deduced answer is surprisingly ambiguous!

Ji Qianyi hesitated for a moment, frowned and said, "A white jade token, and... a Taoist scripture."

Ye Ruoxi had been paying attention to Ji Qianyi and Zhao Lingfei. When she heard the first answer, she was about to nod in agreement, but Ji Qianyi added a strange sentence at the end, which made her suddenly stunned.

Ye Ruoxi's mind quickly recalled the scene of Concubine Zhao Ling gently putting the items in. She shook her head and said with regret, "Junior Brother Ji, you are wrong. There is no Dao Sutra."

Ji Qianyi's brows were still furrowed. After a moment of silence, he slowly nodded, "Okay, I lose."

After saying this, without waiting for Ye Ruoxi to open the jade box, he went to the side, picked up the wine glass from the tray held by the red carp girl, and drank three glasses of dead wood wine in a row.

The spring that comes back to life when a dead tree comes alive is so intoxicating that it makes one completely captivated.

Ji Qian exhaled lightly and said drunkenly, "I told you that if you lose the game of Shefu, I will give you some small compensation."

After saying that, he took out the book that he would read carefully whenever he had free time recently. It was a thick book with a blank cover.

Ji Qianyi casually flipped it open, and the next second, he tore off twenty pages in a row and threw them at the women who were the cover-ups.

It was seen that the ordinary pages of the book, after leaving the book, suddenly emitted thousands of strange visions.

There is the fragrance of orchids, the sound of flutes, white snow, and plums.

Green waters and green mountains, spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, flowers, snow and moon appear on the paper.

These are actually twenty poems that have been accepted for the imperial examination!

Everyone on the field looked at each other.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and glanced at the thick book in Ji Qianyi's hand.

So this guy who "looked at someone indecently" has a whole book of poems to write about? How generous...

The twenty women participating in the game of guessing covers had different expressions.

"Thank you, Junior Brother. I'd be very sorry to refuse."

"Junior Brother Ji is very generous."

It was not a woman who took over the floating poem.

However, whether it was intentional or unintentional, everyone on the scene discovered that the poems floating in front of 19 women were of the Climbing Tower level, and only one woman had the Falling Flower level, which was the Realm of Having Myself.

Furthermore, the visions in this poem are mountains, flowing water and melodious piano music.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at the special poem about falling flowers in front of her, turned around and said seriously: "Ji Qianyi, I don't want this, take it away."

Ji Qianyi burped, sneered, and looked at Zhao Lingfei, "No? What, Zhao Lingfei, you talk about love every day, but you don't even want to cultivate? You don't even want the sword heart? You don't even want the Dao?"

Zhao Lingfei's narrow eyes slowly narrowed, "Ji Qianyi, it's not your turn to intervene in my affairs. You should watch your mouth first and stop being rude."

She waved her sleeves, and the poem about falling flowers in front of her flew back.

Concubine Zhao Ling gently raised her small and round chin, glanced at Ji Qianyi who had no expression on his face, and said in a cold voice, "Take it away. I already have it. My husband gave me a poem about falling flowers, which is also about the state of no self. I don't need anyone else's."

Ji Qian frowned and turned around, looking at Zhao Rong seriously for the first time with some suspicion in his eyes.

The people at the gathering looked at Zhao Rong in surprise.

Falling flowers without me? !

But at this moment, an unexpected woman suddenly interrupted.

Yunzi chuckled and said, "Sister Lingfei, you really put a lot of effort into your mortal husband."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Lingfei's pretty face suddenly turned cold, she turned her head sharply and stared at Yunzi: "Senior Sister Yunzi!"

Her eyes were filled with ice.

There was a ripple in Yunzi's calm eyes, but she immediately stopped looking at Zhao Lingfei and said nothing more. The cruelest knife had already been stabbed, and there was no need to say anything more.

Son-in-law! ?

There was a commotion at the gathering, and the noise grew louder and louder.

The students of Taiqing Prefecture and the scholars of the academy were very surprised, especially the latter.

The former just suddenly realized something.

Zhao Lingfei's husband turned out to be a son-in-law. So all the previous speculations about his identity were wrong. Haha, if Yunzi was right, then this Zhao Rong did not seem to be the son of a wealthy family. He was indeed as ordinary as he looked on the surface. The only special thing was that he married into Zhao Lingfei's heart and won her heart.

As for the latter, they think more and further.

A student from Linlu Academy, a scholar who even the king of a secular dynasty had to treat with courtesy at the foot of the mountain, would actually marry into a woman's family?

Although secular status is not important in the mountains, and Linlu Academy does not stipulate that sons-in-law cannot enter the academy, but... this is still a stain after all.

Originally, when Du Yifu heard Zhao Lingfei say that Zhao Rong could write poems about the state of falling flowers and no self, he looked at Zhao Rong with a look of surprise. Now, after hearing Yunzi's hint, he smiled and shook his head. Oh, so it was for the sake of your husband's face that you wrote this. How boring...

Of course, there were also many men who secretly looked at the pretty face of Concubine Zhao Lingfei. Even when she was angry, she still showed a different kind of beauty. If one could get such a goddess-like woman just by marrying into the Zhao Mansion and having an insignificant status as a son-in-law, then the number of men rushing to the Zhao Mansion to request marriage would probably be lined up from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain... Alas, how could this Junior Brother Zhao be so lucky...

Zhao Rong had no idea about the strange thoughts of some people. He only knew that he was innocently caught in the crossfire again, being roasted on the fire by an unfamiliar female servant. After all, I didn't provoke you.

Zhao Rong looked speechlessly at Yunzi, who was staring at the ground and not looking at Qingjun.

However, he did not feel much of a ripple in his heart at the complicated looks from the people around him at this moment.

Ever since Zhao Rong awakened his past life memories on his wedding night, he knew that there would be a similar day when his status as a son-in-law would become a topic of gossip.

It's like I've already thought of the plot arranged by God and have been waiting for it to happen, and am still guessing in what form it will take.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was not embarrassed at all when facing this scene that he had roughly imagined. He even felt like laughing. What's wrong with the son-in-law? Did the son-in-law eat your rice? The doctor said that my stomach is not good, and asked me to eat more soft rice, isn't it okay?

So, Zhao Rong stood there with his hands behind his back, suddenly revealed a brilliant smile, looked around, and looked at everyone who was looking at him, facing those strange looks.

Hello everyone, I am the son-in-law of Concubine Zhao Lingfei, please give me your guidance.

Zhao Rong looked at them, but many people turned away.

He also shook his head gently at his senior brother who had a worried look in his eyes, but then he looked at Qingjun with some worry, wondering whether he should take her away.

But before he could take a step, Qingjun had already moved, and did the same thing he thought.

Concubine Zhao Ling glared at Yunzi, who didn't dare to look at her, and then without even looking at Ji Qianyi who was hesitant to speak, she turned around and walked quickly to the table, opened the jade box, picked up her white jade, turned around and left, ready to leave the gathering with Rong'er.

On the white jade plate, the purple tassel tied by Zhao Rong fluttered in the air. There were so many thin silk strands, just like a woman's beautiful hair, fluttering in the wind as the owner walked quickly.

Seeing that such an unpleasant thing happened in such a nice gathering, Ye Ruoxi glanced at Yun Zi and Ji Qianyi with some resentment, and then hurriedly stopped Zhao Lingfei.

"Lingfei Lingfei, don't be angry..."

Ye Ruoxi persuaded Zhao Lingfei softly and grabbed her hand.

Zhao Lingfei was forced to stop and her face calmed down. She glanced at Ye Ruoxi's sincere expression and was silent for a while. "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Ruoxi, thank you for the gathering. My husband and I have something else to do. I'll leave first and see you another day."

Ye Ruoxi looked helpless. After thinking for a while, she nodded. She looked into Zhao Lingfei's eyes and whispered, "That's fine. Don't take it to heart. At worst, we can just ignore them in the future... I'll talk to everyone about Mr. Zhao's matter with Brother Li later, and tell them not to spread it around."

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lips, nodded slightly, walked past Ye Ruoxi and walked towards Zhao Rong.

She was wearing a high-waisted skirt and holding the white jade token that Zhao Rong had returned to her. The dark purple tassel tied to the end of the jade token danced in the wind, just like the wide sleeves of Concubine Zhao Lingfei, but her clothes were a light moon-white color, while the tassel was dark purple, making it extremely conspicuous, as if... she was holding a ball of purple air.

The "purity" that turned into Luo Ying seemed to sense the owner's mood, and the ribbons of Luo Ying suddenly moved.

Next second.

It then nimbly intertwined in the air, weaving into the slender little hand of a young girl, gently stroking Zhao Lingfei's jade-holding hand.

The contact between the dark purple and the snow-white skin immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the field.

Liu Kongyi, who was originally watching the fun with a chuckle, was slightly startled the moment his eyes met the purple Luo Tassel.

The eyes are glued shut.

And when she saw the silk ribbon transform into a small hand to comfort Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

The pupils suddenly shrank!

"Junior Sister Zhao!"

Liu Kongyi suddenly stood up, opened his eyes wide, and stared straight at the little purple hand.

"What is it?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little confused.

Amid the confused gazes of the people around him, Liu Kongyi licked his lips, still staring at something intently, and asked cautiously, "Where did this... this purple tassel on the jade come from?"

Concubine Zhao Ling was stunned and said truthfully, "My husband gave it to me."

Liu Kongyi fell silent immediately.

This moment.

The image of an ordinary man suddenly appeared in her mind.

Next second.

Liu Kongyi turned his head slowly in disbelief.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Finally, the figure of a man standing still with his hands behind his back came into her sight.

Liu Kongyi swallowed his saliva, "Mr. Zhao...Mr. Zhao, this, this is yours?"

Zhao Rong sighed slightly in his heart and glanced at Liu Kongyi, who was now very different from before.

He stood in the corner with his sleeves gathered up, his face calm, and nodded slightly.

At the elegant gathering, everyone was a little dazed at first as they listened to the strange conversation of the three people regarding the purple tassel. But gradually, some of them suddenly remembered something and reacted, with disbelief in their eyes. They also stared straight at the purple tassel in Zhao Lingfei's hand.

Ye Ruoxi, who was listening at the side, was still somewhat puzzled, "Junior Sister Liu, what happened to the purple silk tassel that Young Master Zhao gave me?"

Liu Kongyi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and stared at Zhao Rong with sharp eyes, and said in an incredible tone:

"You, you gave it... This is the Taoist gentleman's purple air from the east!"

The air in the whole place froze.