The next second, fearing that the man would notice something unusual, Zhao Rong quickly turned his head.

But that familiar purple figure was still engraved in his mind and could not be erased.

A purple robe emitting a faint hazy halo, a graceful and familiar figure, and a temperament that attracts the attention of people around... If it is not Qingjun who wears pure purple, who could it be?

Zhao Rong straightened his head, faced forward, but his eyes were looking to the right.

At the edge of my vision, that purple figure was getting closer and closer.

Qingjun was walking on a road in front of the right, towards the intersection where people were converging.

However, Zhao Rong discovered that she didn't seem to notice him, and so far, she showed no sign of turning her head to look in Zhao Rong's direction.

But if the two of them keep walking like this, they will get closer and closer.

With Qingjun's alertness and eyesight, he would definitely be seen by her if he got closer.

He was able to spot Qingjun from a distance thanks to his dazzling purple clothes!

A certain "good daughter" was not raised in vain, and helped a lot at the critical moment...

It happened in the blink of an eye.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong quickly stopped and turned around.

He walked a few steps to the side of the road and used the shade of the trees to temporarily block the view between the two of them.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Zhao Rong's face.

My mind was wavering between 'waiting here for the opportunity' and 'returning immediately the same way'.

The road where Qingjun was at this time led to Nanxuan Academy.

Now she was walking towards the intersection with her back to Nanxuan Academy.

Which path Qingjun will take next is a very important option for him and will have unknown impacts.

The road that Zhao Rong was on at this time was the only way to get to Mo Chi Academy.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but frown.

Didn’t Qingjun take the key, return to Dongli Cottage, and wait in his room?

Why are you here?

Where is she going?

Are you unable to bear it any longer and are you bored of waiting, so you want to go to Mo Chi Academy to find me?

Most likely!

That would be very bad, because Qingjun would definitely turn to the intersection where Zhao Rong is now!

So does he go, or stay?

If you continue to hide and stay.

Qingjun went to Ruexingtang again and found that he was not there. She asked the students of Ruexingtang, what should she do?

But if we rush back the same way now, what will happen to Xiaoxiao?

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment.

He raised his eyelids and went into the shade of the trees beside the road.

Hiding away.

Decided to stay.

As for Shura Field... just die.

But I can’t let Xiaoxiao wait for too long. Now that I’ve come this far, I must go and see her.

Because, what if Xiao Xiao came to him for some urgent matter? There can be no delay. Even if the possibility is only one in ten million, Zhao Rong cannot afford it!

that's all.

Zhao Rong hid in the shade of the trees on the side of the road where not too many yellow films had fallen.

Having made the decision, he calmed down completely and no longer hesitated.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and stared through the gaps between the withered yellow leaves at the road next to him that led to Mo Chi Academy.

I rehearsed the image of the purple-clad figure passing by over and over in my mind.

only……

I waited quietly for a long time.

Only those irrelevant pedestrians passed by, and that touch of purple was nowhere to be seen!

Zhao Rong did not relax and waited patiently for a moment.

Suddenly, he exhaled slowly, left the shade of the trees where he was hiding, and ignored the strange looks from passers-by.

Zhao Rong took a few steps forward and regained his broad vision.

His eyes scanned back and forth several times at the intersection where traffic was still flowing.

There was no trace of Qingjun in purple clothes.

After leaving Dongli Cottage, shouldn't we go to the academy to find him?

Zhao Rong frowned.

Where is Qingjun?

He shook his head without thinking too much.

He took a step forward and took advantage of Qingjun's absence to quickly walk towards the main entrance of the academy where the girl was looking for him.

Zhao Rong kept his eyes and ears open along the way, and was very cautious.

Finally, I arrived at the main gate of the academy safely.

I didn't get attacked by a surprise attack, but I ran into Qingjun.

Zhao Rong exhaled again.

Meeting my "good friend" the little fox right under the nose of my white tiger was really terrifying...

In an instant, his expression became serious, and he still didn't dare to relax at all.

Zhao Rong looked around vigilantly again, and saw the main entrance where there was a lot of people.

He immediately went up the steps and came to the front door.

He frowned and looked out the door, searching for someone.

The next second, his eyes fixed.

I saw four or five figures standing in the open space of the waiting area outside the gatehouse on the right side of the gate, but at first glance they were all men.

But with Zhao Rong's rich experience, he took a closer look and found that among these men, there was a short and slender man's back, which was very unusual. He had his back to Zhao Rong, with a slim figure, a graceful waist, and a long and white neck exposed after his hair was tied up... He was wearing men's clothes again.

Zhao Rong's eyes were fixed on the petite and lovely Xiaoxiao.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth raised, as if he remembered something.

But soon, the curve of his mouth dropped, and he tilted his head left and right, and his eagle-like eyes scanned the main entrance of the academy several times.

Nothing unusual.

Zhao Rong's expression was still full of seriousness. Past lessons made him dare not relax at all.

It is not advisable to stay here for long, as we are still within the range where Qingjun might appear.

Immediately, Zhao Rong strode forward and walked to the waiting area in front of the gatehouse. His target was the silly girl who had her back to him and seemed to be looking expectantly at the street corner in the distance.

He walked out from behind, grabbed her soft little hand that often did needlework for him, strode forward without saying a word, and without looking back, pulled the silly girl towards the distant street corner.

I no longer lingered in front of the academy, nor did I enter the academy for the time being, because there cannot be two tigers in one mountain.

Zhao Rong walked in front, pulling her forward without looking back, and he looked left and right vigilantly.

Xiao Xiao was suddenly attacked by Zhao Rong who walked out from behind. She seemed to stay where she was at first. Then, after being led by him for a few steps, her little hand shrank slightly. But soon she must have seen clearly that it was Zhao Rong. She obediently let him lead her and no longer walked passively. Instead, she followed Zhao Rong who was striding forward with brisk steps.

Even the little hand that was being held by him in a domineering manner secretly squeezed towards Zhao Rong's palm. After trying several awkward postures of holding hands with him, this soft little hand, with five fingers together, comfortably clasped together with Zhao Rong's big hand.

Two hands, one big and one small, with fingers clasped together.

Zhao Rong, who was leading the way and keeping an eye on everything, noticed the proactive actions of the silly girl behind him. Without thinking, he pinched her little hand and responded.

With this pinch, a soft and smooth touch came continuously. Her hands were as soft as catkins, as if they had no bones.

However, amidst this gentle touch, there is also some hardness, which are some calluses on the hands.

Zhao Rong was nervous at the moment and didn't pay too much attention to the touch of her little hand. However, the calluses on the hands of this silly girl still distracted him and made him feel distressed.

After Zhao Rong pinched her hand, she paused for a moment, then pinched Zhao Rong's hand in response. The two of them seemed to be playing an intimate game.

However, Zhao Rong had no intention of playing with the girl behind him at the moment, so he did not respond. But she seemed to like this kind of interaction, and she pinched him gently from time to time, having a lot of fun.

So the two of them held hands tightly, and people passing by looked at them sideways, looking at this strange pair of men and men...well, men and women.

Zhao Rong noticed that many passers-by were looking at the girl in men's clothing behind him.

However, Zhao Rong didn't care. He led her straight forward without looking back, gradually moving away from Linlu Academy, and walked towards the street corner where the girl had just looked at.

He planned to take her to a restaurant to talk.

Finally, the two turned the corner of the street which was quite far away from Linlu Academy, and not far ahead was a gorgeous and lively restaurant.

They walked towards the restaurant, and their pace finally slowed down.

Only then did Zhao Rong breathe a sigh of relief.

"Silly girl..."

He stretched out his free hand, wiped the sweat off his face, turned around with a smile, and wanted to see if Xiaoxiao, who he was holding hands with, had lost weight.

However, at this time.

"Rong...Brother Rong'er?"

Suddenly, a familiar cold female voice came from the front.

The young scholar, who was holding someone's hand with one hand and wiping his sweat with the other, stiffened.

He raised his head and looked forward, and in an instant, he broke out in a cold sweat again!

"Qing Jun!?"

He blurted out.

I saw Concubine Zhao Ling standing at the door of the busy restaurant, holding a wine jug in one hand and a food box in the other.

She opened her mouth slightly at first, with an expression of surprise on her beautiful face.

Then, the sparkling eyes in a pair of long, clear eyes moved away from Zhao Rong's face with his eyes wide open.

Down, down.

It fell on the hands of Zhao Rong and the other man, whose fingers were clasped together.

Then, Concubine Zhao Ling's cold eyes moved up along the slender arm of the girl behind Zhao Rong.

Up and up.

Finally, her eyes rested on the woman's face.

"Qing...Qing Jun."

Zhao Rong shouted again in a daze.

Concubine Zhao Ling did not even look at him at this time, nor did she respond.

The autumn-water eyes of this cold woman gradually closed and narrowed as she stared at the smiling face of the woman holding her husband's hand.

Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her red lips.

Zhao Rong's breath was choked and his eyes widened. He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat off his face.

A hand raised to wipe the sweat has nowhere to put.

Holding a small hand, quickly let go.

However, before letting go, he gritted his teeth and pulled Xiao Xiao behind him, and at the same time, took a step forward with all his strength.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed and trembling, and hid behind him.

He blocked Qingjun's calm sight.

The two of them looked at each other.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked straight into Zhao Rong's eyes.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, looked at Qingjun calmly, his voice a little hoarse.

"She, she is Xiaoxiao..."

At this moment, Zhao Rong's right hand, which was still behind his back and was about to be released, was grabbed by the maid behind him.

The fingers were clasped together again.

She squeezed Zhao Rong's big hand hard as he stopped talking.

at the same time.

The girl came out from behind the tall figure of Zhao Rong, who made her feel warm and happy.

She put her feet together and jumped forward.

She jumped to Zhao Rong's right side, took his arm, and hugged him tightly in front of Concubine Zhao Ling.

The little girl ignored the murderous look of the woman and turned to look at Zhao Rong's slightly stunned profile.

She tilted her little head back, smiled brightly, and spoke in a playful and cute tone.

"Brother Rong'er, are you going to elope with me?"

"???"

Zhao Rong was stunned. Brother Rong'er? Wait, there's this voice!

He turned his head sharply.

I was shocked!

The little girl in front of me is dressed as a boy.

A round little face and a pointed little chin.

Her pair of peach blossom eyes curved into little crescents, and her two little canine teeth were revealed when she smiled.

His eyes were now fully reflecting him.

If it’s not Zhao Qianer, then who is it?

Zhao Qianer glanced at the young lady who liked to eat alone, then raised her head, shook Rong'er's arm left and right, and said with a smile:

"Brother Rong'er, Brother Rong'er, we don't need a mistress anymore, let's just live together!"

Zhao Lingfei: “???”

Zhao Rong: “…”

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip, narrowed her eyes slightly, and stared at the pair of funny people in front of her.

At the same time, they are also the two closest people in her life.