"My sister-in-law is really virtuous."

Fan Yushu didn't know what he was thinking about, and he sighed half with emotion and half with regret.

"Hey, little eagle, isn't that right?"

The honest man Jia Tengying moved his body, turned his back to him, and didn't want to pay much attention to Fan Yushu. After a while, he said sullenly:

"Brother Yushu, stop giving people random nicknames. Hurry up and study for the exam. Senior Yu is out today and has something to do, so I'll be in charge of you. Ziyu has gone down the mountain, and they're all away, so don't slack off."

"I know, I know. My sister-in-law is here. I'll take a break and start studying later. Don't tell some boring guy about it."

Fan Yushu looked at Concubine Zhao Ling curiously. She was rolling up her sleeves, tying up her hair, and walking out of Zhao Rong's room with the bedding and sheets in her arms, heading to the pool near the east fence in the yard.

"My sister-in-law is so virtuous. What good fortune did Ziyu have in her previous life? Could it be that she saved our Xuanhuang Realm?" Fan Yushu shook his head and sighed again.

Jia Tengying couldn't help but look at the figure of Fairy Qiumou who was washing the quilt very carefully, and nodded.

I didn't expect that such a pure and noble fairy like Brother Ziyu and his wife would have such a worldly side, eating the fireworks of the world...

Jia Tengying then turned his gaze back and said to Fan Yushu with a straight face:

"Brother Yushu, have you rested well? Read your books quickly. We have been going to the Confucian Temple in the morning to participate in the preparations for the etiquette test. We have already wasted a lot of time. The etiquette test will start in batches in the next few days. Don't be distracted and do your best for the test. Hey, please don't let Senior Yu worry about you anymore."

"Alright, alright, you're the most boring one. You're becoming more and more like Yu Huaijin. God knows how I managed to get through these days with you two wooden guys after Ziyu left."

"If Tzuyu were here, she would definitely agree and would not let you do whatever you want."

Fan Yushu: “…”

Beside the pool not far away, Zhao Lingfei, who was washing bed sheets and quilt covers, curled her lips quietly, thinking that next time she came, she would have to bring some gifts like spiritual fruits, and could not come empty-handed again.

Well, she had all five senses and good hearing, so she didn't eavesdrop on purpose. She only paid a little attention because they mentioned the word "Tzuyu".

Concubine Zhao Lingfei, who was in charge of the household, nodded and stood up. She wiped her fair forehead which was splashed with water droplets with the back of her smooth hand, and shook her head and tossed her ponytail.

She turned around and went back to Zhao Rong's room. Soon she took out a few old clothes from the closet and washed them together while the sun was still shining.

Soon, the sound of pounding clothes could be heard by the pool in the yard.

Amid the sound of pounding clothes, two young students were reading in the distance.

By the pool, a beautiful woman with a pair of long, autumn-water eyes, like a goddess who had fallen to the earth, squatted by the pool, her chin supported by her knees, her sleeves rolled up with a ponytail, revealing a swan-like neck and a small piece of arms like frost and snow, and she was scrubbing the sheets and the man's clothes.

The tune of the ballad that she hummed from time to time has stopped. There are many water stains on her white dress, which is slightly crystal clear in the sunlight. Two strands of black hair are scattered between the beautiful woman's focused brows. She is working on the work in her hands with a serious look, concentrating on it.

No one who saw this scene could have imagined that this little woman who was huddled by the water with a quiet profile, her movements a little clumsy but trying her best to pound clothes, had just been in the grand and grand year-end Qingyuntai competition of the four prefectures of Taiqing that gathered all the geniuses of the continent, and she had defeated countless heroes and geniuses and easily stepped on the arrogant heads of all the men in the same class.

No one expected that her beautiful brows, which had not been frowned all morning on Qingyuntai, would frown from time to time. This household chores seemed to be more difficult than practicing fighting skills...

Noon time passed quietly.

Under the clothesline in the open space outside the north room, Concubine Zhao Lingfei hung up the last piece of clothing, took a step back, crossed her ten slender fingers, raised her two jade hands above her head, and stretched out her body in a straight line.

She had a tall, slender body with perfect, elegant curves.

"Huh~ It's finally done." Concubine Zhao Ling smiled lightly, showing some playfulness rarely when Zhao Rong was not around.

She put her hands behind her back and walked around the clothesline full of clothes and quilts with a sense of accomplishment. She turned twice and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, I'll come in the evening... maybe it's not done, so I'll come to collect the clothes and sheets tomorrow."

Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, counted on her fingers and made some plans. Then she did not leave immediately, but hummed a nursery rhyme in a soft voice and returned to the north room where Zhao Rong lived.

She moved a wooden rocking chair that Zhao Rong liked to sit on when he was bored to the west window where the desk was, sat down, and opened the window to let in sunlight and fresh air.

Concubine Zhao Ling leaned back steadily, with her slender legs pressed together seamlessly and stretched straight, and she rocked the wooden rocking chair gently, playing with it for a while.

She tilted her head and placed herself beside a desk filled with someone's aura. Her eyes, like autumn water, slowly swept across the heavy bookshelf, the brush holders filled with brushes, the clean blue-and-white porcelain brush washers, and the neat white paper. On the top sheet, there was a fragment of a sentence that he had occasionally written but stopped writing:

"A moonlit night brings a dream, a spring breeze brings a tenderness."

Inside the house, a woman with tear mole whispered softly, her voice clear but with some tenderness, gently responding.

"The sound of the white strings has stopped, the fragrance of the green gauze has diminished... How can I bear the flying petals in the evening, the hazy lingering rain covering the clear sky."

"...hazy, lingering rain...clear skies." She tilted her head to look at the elegant cursive writing on the white paper, murmured softly for a while, and tapped the handle of the chair with two slender fingers, "It's...it's so nice."

"These sentences are so beautiful, how can you be so amazing..." A poor student bit her red lips and lowered her head slightly, with a little admiration and happiness, but also a little fear and worry. She quietly took out a fragrant white jade from her sleeve, and stroked it carefully, a little foolishly holding the white jade against her delicate cheek, rubbing it gently, while the other hand covered the place where the black jade was hidden between her breasts, and her lips opened foolishly, "It's mine, it's mine... it's mine..."

I don't know whether it is referring to jade or people.

Not long after, the woman with the tear mole sniffed, lifted the black hair that had fallen from her temples, put away the white jade, and prepared to turn around.

But in the next second, the corner of her narrow autumn eyes on her beautiful face inadvertently caught a glimpse of ink on a bamboo slip on the pillow of the rocking chair next to her delicate head.

Zhao Lingfei looked back and saw a line of elegant small characters:

“Spring makes you sleepy, autumn makes you tired, summer makes you nap, and winter makes you hibernate.”

"Puchi~ lazy bum!" This essay, which was picked up by someone while waking up at noon, made Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but smile suddenly. She tapped the pillow on the wooden rocking chair with her index finger, then held back her smile and said something to a man thousands of miles away with a stern face.

She slowly calmed down, turned her head and looked out the window at the direction where someone left. She didn't know how many times she missed him.

The next second, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly straightened her back, kicked off her embroidered shoes, crossed her legs and sat on the wooden rocking chair, her slender body swaying, her palms rubbing lightly, her eyes casting a glance, and she turned her head left and right to look at the elegant objects, writing materials and books on Zhao Rong's desk, eager to try.

It's like a little thief looking at a treasure mountain full of rare treasures, or like a little kitten circling a table full of delicious fish and dishes, with a face full of joy and anticipation.

Looking through your husband's things is not called checking up on him, well, it's just natural... A certain sneaky little cat nodded.

Afterwards, under the warm autumn sun, Concubine Zhao Ling rocked in the rocking chair, curiously and happily flipping through the elegant books that had accompanied Zhao Rong for a long time.

She really wanted to understand her husband thoroughly, so she couldn't help but get closer to him. Even if she was just staring at him in a daze, it was something that Zhao Lingfei never got tired of.

Because even though the two had known each other since childhood and were already very familiar with each other, they were still each other in the past. After all, they had been in a cold war for so long and had only been together for a few months.

Zhao Lingfei has a deep love for Rong Erge. Over the years, this pure heart has not changed. She can still feel his affection now, but after not seeing each other for so many years, some of each other's living habits and desires have become unfamiliar. She has to slowly understand each other again. The wonderful feeling of slowly exploring the familiar yet novel lover while in love is like poison, making Zhao Lingfei a little obsessed.

Especially when she found some clues that Zhao Rong had thought of her at some point when he was studying...

Concubine Zhao Ling was flipping through a black-covered Confucian classic, one of the Thirteen Classics, with curiosity. Every page was covered with dense notes and annotations, which made her a little dazzled. But at a certain moment, when she was about to close the book, a slender white finger paused on a page.

Some lines of Zhao Rong's handwriting are surrounded by conspicuous large blank spaces, which are not covered by the surrounding annotations, as if they were left there intentionally.

"Colored threads lightly wrapped around the red jade arm... small charms diagonally hung on the green cloud hair. The beauty will meet... for a thousand years."

There was a book on the bookshelf that seemed to be the official history of a country at the foot of the mountain, which Zhao Rong had finished reading. When he gently twisted it with two slender fingers, a fragment of a poem slipped out from one of the pages.

"I appreciate the flowers in spring and the snow in winter. I miss you even when I am awake... I miss you even when I am dreaming..."

A certain tear-marked woman pursed her lips, held the poem against her chest, was in a daze for a while, and murmured for a while, because she remembered the line in Zhao Rong's love letter before, "I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit", and her heart suddenly felt sweet...

The next second, she quickly put the poem back into the book, and carefully put the book back on the bookshelf like a thief. Well, next time when Brother Rong'er gives it to me, I must not reveal any flaws. Well, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything!

The rare quiet time in the afternoon passed by as Concubine Zhao Ling buried her head, covered her cheeks with her hands, or squinted her eyes and covered her lips in happiness.

It is a rare joyful pastime in the boring practice, just like his appearance in life.

She would also look up from time to time and glance at the sheets and quilts on the clothes rack outside the window, which were blown by the autumn wind.

…

Inside the Dongli cottage, in front of the stone table.

"Xiaoying, do you think my sister-in-law will be staying in Tzuyu's room today?"

Fan Yushu was just making small talk, he was so bored.

"I don't know." Jia Tengying shook his head and continued to read the book carefully.

Fan Yushu's eyes suddenly lit up, "You said that if my sister-in-law ran into Yu Huaijin tomorrow morning, and Ziyu is no longer here, would they dislike each other and fight again without saying a word, bringing up their old grudges?"

Jia Tengying shook his head seriously, "If that's the case, we must hold them back."

"What are you talking about? My sister-in-law'd better beat up Yu Huaijin again, so that I can relax for a few days." Someone dreamed happily.

Jia Tengying suddenly stood up, picked up a pile of books, silently ran to the field in front, squatted with his back to Fan Yushu, and started studying again away from him.

“…”

Fan Yushu, who was left behind, shook his head, stretched his neck and said persistently:

"Xiaoying, if you continue like this, you probably won't be able to get married in the future. You're such a dull guy, which girl would like you? You should learn from Ziyu in this regard. Even if you get a wife in the future, she will probably be greedy for your money and property. Listen to Brother Yushu's advice, you can't control women, so you must be careful about the medicine she cooks and the new neighbor next door..."

He paused, and murmured softly, "But it's a pity that you don't even have all this money and property now. Unlike me, my life used to be full of troubles... Hey, come on, young man."

“Boom boom boom—!”

At this moment, there was a polite knock on the door of Dongli Cottage.

A stranger outside the door called out, "Excuse me, is Mr. Jia here?"

Who? Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying were slightly stunned. Jia Tengying stood up and went to open the door. Fan Yushu, who took every opportunity to slack off, immediately dropped his book and followed curiously.

Jia Tengying opened the gate and saw a middle-aged man dressed like a familiar academy doorman. He said politely:

"But is it Master Jia Tengying of Dongli Cottage?"

Jia Tengying bowed and said, "It is me. May I ask what may I do for you?"

The academy gatekeeper glanced at the registration paper in his hand and nodded, "Yes, someone is looking for you at the entrance of the academy. They are... two young girls."

"Looking for me?" Jia Tengying was stunned.

"Girls?" Fan Yushu glared, "There are two more!"

In a split second, it seemed like their two focuses were poles apart.

Jia Tengying scratched his head, feeling a little confused. His nearest female relative was still in the mountains tens of thousands of miles away.

Why did someone come to see him for the first time?

Fan Yushu on the side had a shocked expression on his face. He looked up and down at the stocky, rustic-looking, dull student in front of him, as if he was getting to know him all over again... Oh my goodness, could it be that he had misjudged him? "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry"?

In front of the courtyard gate, two students looked at each other affectionately, their eyes wide open.

"Mr. Jia?" the steward urged again in a hurry.

Jia Tengying finally came back to his senses and nodded blankly, "Oh oh oh, let's go, let's go..."

In the courtyard behind the three people at the door, in the window of the north room, Zhao Lingfei, who was leaning on her chin and flipping through a book intently, also heard the noise at the door.

She closed the book and looked away...