It was a book placed at the top of the bookshelf, and Su Xiaoxiao had to jump twice to reach it.

It seems to be about the daily life of the last emperor of a small country at the foot of a mountain.

But none of this matters. What matters is…when she finally got the book in her hands, before she could even feel a little proud, a piece of paper slipped out from between the pages of the diary.

It fell from the top of her head, brushed past Su Xiaoxiao's nose, and instantly sent a faint orchid fragrance, which made her little face stunned.

Then it fell lightly to the ground.

Su Xiaoxiao also fell to the ground, supporting herself on the cold ground with her hands.

The little fox demon, who would have pursed his lips in the past, did not cry out in pain. Instead, his face turned pale, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes stared blankly at the unknown letter on the ground.

She stared at it intently. The letter was like a strange whirlpool that absorbed all her attention.

In the quiet yard, in the quiet room, Su Xiaoxiao quietly climbed up, not crying or making a fuss, but with a dazed expression, like a delicate rag doll, lifeless.

The letter also quietly fell into the warm light golden sunlight coming in from the window.

Su Xiaoxiao regained her composure naturally. She hugged her knees with her hands, squatted next to the letter on the ground, lowered her head and bit her lip, looking at it silently.

A refreshing orchid fragrance, which had been locked in the withered pages of a book for a long time, finally saw the light of day again and began to show its existence unscrupulously.

Just in front of a sensitive little fox demon.

A quiet study, an old bookshelf, a patch of sun-filled ground under the bookshelf, a lonely letter raft on the ground, and a fox-eyed girl squatting alone beside it.

This scene lasted for a very long time.

At a certain moment, the fox-eyed girl pursed her lips slightly, raised her hand, and picked up the letter.

A bad guy who taught her a lot of lessons once said, there are some things you have to face, whether you like it or not, and you can't lie to yourself.

Su Xiaoxiao was still squatting on the ground, hugging her knees with her hands tightly, her little chin resting comfortably on one of her knees, and opening the envelope while lowering her eyes.

The orchid fragrance is stronger.

At the same time, two lines of beautiful and elegant handwriting saw the light of day again.

"Searching, searching, so cold and desolate... so sad and miserable. The beautiful girls and swallows have been together through wind and rain... year after year... morning after morning." The pink lips of a certain little fox demon moved, and she recited silently for a while, and then... silently closed the letter.

She couldn't understand the letters she wrote to him and the communication between them!

I just felt that... they were very elegant and in perfect harmony, just like... just like the talented scholar and beautiful lady in the novel, who was locked up in the boudoir and asked her maid to deliver a letter to the talented scholar.

There are only a few words in the letter, but every stroke is very romantic and touching.

The owner of the handwriting must be a talented woman with a kind heart. Hmm, this is the heroine who is paired with Zhao Lang. It turns out that a certain stupid fox demon is the second female lead, stupid and unloved, but still waiting silently and wishfully... In the future, maybe she will turn evil and do bad things... Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head and put away the letter silently. The corners of her mouth, covered by her long black hair, curled up slightly and smiled faintly, but the two lines of coldness slid down silently.

It wet the stiff corners of the lips and the bitter rouge.

She curled up on the ground next to the bookshelf, and without knowing when, her delicate body was leaning against the bookshelf, using the thick books to support her unstable body.

A certain little fox demon suddenly raised his right arm and wiped his little face vigorously with his sleeve.

Her expression at the moment could not be seen, and she was silent, but the girl must have cried, because all the makeup on her little face was smeared off.

The little fox demon who was cute and lively not long ago has now become a harlequin cat.

The next second, the letter held in the fox-eyed girl's other hand, which was stretched straight and far away from her, trembled violently along with her delicate body. It slipped from the girl's weak fingertips and fell alone on the ground.

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her head and threw herself forward...

In an instant, one could see her tearful and haggard face, and one could say:

The jade-like face is lonely and tearful, and a branch of pear blossoms is wet with spring rain.

She picked up the heartbreaking letter again, put it back into the book, stood up staggeringly while hugging the book, brought a small stool, walked back to the corresponding position under the bookshelf, stepped on the stool and stretched out her arms, trying to put the book back to its original place, but she fell off the stool several times.

This collection of miscellaneous books and letters, which had been put aside for a long time by someone, was covered with dust and the tears of a lovesick fox demon.

Su Xiaoxiao fell off the bench again, her body covered with bruises.

"Zhao... Zhao Ziyu... Zhao Rong..." She looked dazed, muttering something foolishly, as if she was in a state of silent mourning and heartbroken.

Su Xiaoxiao's spirit was shaky, and her body was also swaying, like an orange candle in a thatched cottage with the roof blown off by a rainstorm, swaying, making people feel that it would not be able to hold on for a second and go out...

Squeak——!

At this moment, there was a slight sound and someone pushed open the door.

A figure in white appeared in front of the door, with a slender shadow on the ground.

A voice suddenly sounded in the silent house.

Su Xiaoxiao's delicate body trembled suddenly.

…

Concubine Zhao Ling returned to Linlu Academy.

At the concierge, she expertly wrote on the registration form the words that always made her happy for a moment:

The wife of Zhao Ziyu, a student of Ruexingtang, came to visit.

But at this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling seemed to be doing a mechanical and repetitive task. After signing her name calmly, she walked into the door silently.

She walked all the way to the gate of the school where Dongli Cottage was located.

The steps are light and very steady.

Zhao Lingfei passed through the small buildings where students of the academy lived, walked in the alley, and got closer and closer to the familiar house. She could even see the eaves of its gate if she raised her eyes slightly.

But she did not raise her eyes, and continued to look straight ahead with a normal expression, walking in a steady rhythm.

At a certain moment on the road, this beautiful woman in white clothes and autumn eyes passed by a small building decorated luxuriously. The laughter of Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying could be faintly heard from inside, followed by the sound of tables and chairs moving and bumping against each other.

The two students seemed to get up and pack their things, walking towards the courtyard gate of the small building, as if they were going out. If there was no distant door blocking their way, one would definitely be able to see the man in white quietly passing by the courtyard gate.

Zhao Lingfei's steps were still neither fast nor slow. She was about to be bumped into by Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, but her pace was not disrupted at all. She continued to move forward, because... Dongli Cottage was right in front of her.

Well, it’s still here.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned around and finally raised her autumn eyes, squinting at the very familiar courtyard door, which was half-open.

She suddenly stopped for a few breaths, for some reason, and took a deep breath in front of the door before reaching out her hand...

At this moment, behind Concubine Zhao Ling, the door of the luxurious little building she had just passed was pushed open.

Fan Yushu and the taciturn Jia Tengying came out laughing and talking, holding books and calligraphy. However, the next second, when they saw a figure pushing the door open at the entrance of Dongli Cottage, they paused, looked at each other, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Fairy Zhao!"

"Sister Zhao!"

Although she heard faint shouts from behind, Concubine Zhao Ling did not stop and walked calmly into the Dongli Cottage.

Her eyes first swept over the clothes drying rack beside the fence in the east corner.

On it was the bed quilt that she had just washed yesterday, and it was being hung out to dry again, looking neat and tidy.

Well, it’s neater than the one she tanned.

However, the pink men's suit that Qian'er should like was missing.

Concubine Zhao Ling remained silent, and her eyes turned to the door and west window of the north room where her husband lived.

The lock on the door was opened.

I still remember that she had recently given some impolite instructions to Jia Tengying who had the key.

But the door was still opened.

The west window was also half-open, swaying slightly in the warm autumn breeze.

Concubine Zhao Ling walked quietly towards the north room.

His steps were still as steady as usual, his hands hanging naturally, but the two bare hands hidden by the wide white sleeves embroidered with sword patterns had been clenched tightly since someone knew not when.

The back of her clenched hand was blue and white, with fine blue veins visible, and her pink fist was trembling slightly.

In front of the door, Concubine Zhao Ling stopped and raised her clenched right fist.

The pink fist pressed against the wooden carvings on the door, and the next second.

Squeak——!

Bang--!

The door was pushed open hard.

In an instant, a figure arranging the bookshelf in the room came into Zhao Lingfei's sight.

"Hey, why are you pushing the door so loudly?" Someone turned back in surprise, and when he saw who was coming, he chuckled, shook his head and walked forward:

"Silly lady."

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Lingfei was really stunned, and her clenched fists suddenly loosened.

She opened her autumn eyes wide, subconsciously took a step back, and looked up and down in great surprise at this man who was supposed to be preparing for the Fengshan ceremony thousands of miles away.

"Ah, ah? You you..."

"What do you mean by 'I'? Why is my Qingjun getting more and more stupid? Hey, can't you let me worry less?"

Zhao Rong came to the square door with a smile and said something meaningful, but Concubine Zhao Ling was in such a state of shock that she didn't expect it and couldn't notice it.

He looked at the dazed face of his wife in front of him and thought it was so adorable, so he took her hand without hesitation, which had been clenched a second ago but had softened, and pulled her into his arms with his arm inward.

The beauty's fragrance is as soft as jade in my arms.

Zhao Rong hugged her openly, his nose habitually buried in her neatly-braided black hair, and took a deep breath of the elegant fragrance.

He calmed down his tired mind from days of hard work, his face remained calm, and he hugged the jealous girl who almost caught him cheating in the room, walked back into the house and went to the desk.

"Why... did you come back?" Zhao Lingfei still found it a little unbelievable at this time. The sudden appearance of the person in front of her was like a dream.

He... seemed to have always been like this. She had experienced this feeling once before, when Zhao Rong suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her away at the foot of Youshan Mountain. The memory was still fresh in her mind. However, now...

At this moment, Zhao Lingfei felt that she was suddenly surrounded by an extremely familiar warm breath. She struggled subconsciously, softened her two hands, put them together, supported his thick chest, and pushed slightly.

Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyes widened, her lips slightly opened, her chest heaving, and she looked at him gasping as if she couldn't breathe.

At this moment, the girl who dared to resist her husband a little would be punished the next moment.

Suddenly, a light "pop" sound was heard in the quiet house.

Very crisp.

Zhao Rong domineeringly patted the disobedient woman's beautiful part, and the latter's face in his arms suddenly became flushed, her cheeks flushed, and she became obedient.

Zhao Lingfei, whose attention was diverted, looked timid and embarrassed. She looked away like a young wife, looking at the ground beside her, not daring to look him in the face. At the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately there was no one there.

After being spanked, Zhao Lingfei felt a little more at ease. The slight burning sensation in her private parts proved that it was at least not a dream or illusion.

Moreover, his arms and chest were strong and broad, and he was hugging her tightly at this moment...this familiar feeling of security.

In this world, only Brother Rong'er can give her that.

Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses, then opened her beautiful hands and took the initiative to hug her husband, but... she still felt a little dazed, as if in a dream.

She pressed her pretty face against his chest while raising her head, her autumn eyes rolling up, staring at her husband.

He asked softly:

"Brother Rong'er, aren't you and Xiao Qian'er in Dali?"

Zhao Rong, who had traveled all night on the Yunhai ferry, smiled softly, squinted his eyes and nodded:

"I missed you."

The tone is serious.

“…” Concubine Zhao Ling was speechless.