Zhu Yourong took Zhao Rong's hand as if nothing had happened, pulled it towards her bosom, then spread open his reluctant fingers. She lowered her head and looked carefully at his palm.

After Zhao Rong came back to his senses, he reacted and tried to pull his hand out, but to no avail.

"If you want me to help explain, then don't move."

Help? Zhao Rong's forehead was full of black lines. Why do you feel that you think this young master is not dying fast enough, so you deliberately make trouble for me and add fuel to the fire?

Zhu Yourong bit her lip and concentrated, then stretched out a jade finger and began to write on Zhao Rong's palm.

Zhao Rong noticed her intention and said helplessly: "Mr. Zhu Yourong! I know you write well, but please don't write on my hand."

Zhu Yourong turned a deaf ear and continued to leisurely write a word on his palm: positive.

At this moment, Zhao Rong had no time to think about the familiar words written on his hand by a woman in Confucian clothes. His attention was now all on what was behind him.

"Let go quickly, Xiao Xiao is coming!"

Zhu Yourong had just finished writing the word and was about to stop when a frightened little fox demon suddenly rushed over to her and Zhao Rong.

Su Xiaoxiao held Zhao Rong's right arm with both hands and pulled it back hard.

It is not known whether Zhu Yourong deliberately let go or the little fox demon was too strong.

The little fox demon, with a pale face, hugged her lover's arm and pulled his hand away from the other women.

Zhu Yourong had a nonchalant expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the fox-eyed girl who seemed to have mustered up great courage.

Su Xiaoxiao hugged Zhao Rong's arm tightly, opened her fox eyes wide, puffed out her mouth, and stared at her.

Zhao Rong was between the two of them. He opened his mouth but didn't know how to explain.

Inside the flower garden, the atmosphere between the three people was dead silent and extremely awkward.

In the pavilion in the distance, the little girl in blue, who felt as if the sky had fallen after seeing her husband holding the man's hand, had already disappeared in a flash. She ran out in a hurry, and her hat fell on the ground. No one knew where she went...

In the flower garden, the atmosphere became increasingly awkward and tense.

Zhao Rong quickly took a few steps forward and stood sideways between the two girls, one big and one small.

"Xiaoxiao, she didn't mean anything else. She just wrote a word on my hand, for... for..."

Zhao Rong couldn't continue making up stories, so he glared at Zhu Yourong and asked for help:

What did you do? Get back to me now.

Zhu Yourong thought about it and said truthfully: "Who said I didn't have any other intentions?"

"..."Zhao Rong.

Someone just felt that today was all retribution, all retribution! However, there seemed to be a woman who was not right in the mix. By the way, Zhu Yourong, why are you joining in the fun?

"Zi Yu, move aside and don't speak for me. Let me do it." Zhu Yourong picked up a clean brush on the table, tapped Zhao Rong's head, and spoke.

Zhao Rong wanted to show his anger and startle the whole crowd.

However, at this moment, a voice that did not belong to either of them sounded softly in the flower garden.

"Zhao... Zhao Rong."

It was the little fox demon behind me who had been silent.

Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong turned their eyes away.

Su Xiaoxiao puffed up her lips and opened her fox eyes wide, her delicate body trembling slightly. She glared at Zhu Yourong with gritted teeth and said in a sad voice, "Is she... the owner of the white jade?"

Zhao Rong's heart was shocked and he opened his eyes wide.

He never thought that Xiao Xiao would ask such a question. The owner of the white jade? She...she knew about the white jade? Or was she just guessing?

At the beginning, he did bring this white jade that he had raised for Qingjun and went north alone to exchange for the jade. It turned out that this little girl had already suspected it silently...

Sitting at the desk, the young scholar's thoughts were like an overturned bottle of five flavors, extremely messy.

For a moment, he was stunned and speechless.

Zhu Yourong raised her eyebrows slightly. Although she was a little confused by this remark, she still turned her head sharply and looked at Zhao Rong, who seemed to be acting a little strange.

"Is it her?"

Su Xiaoxiao held Zhao Rong's arm tightly with one hand and tightly grasped the embroidered sachet woven with stitch by stitch with the other hand, squeezing so hard that the back of her hand turned blue.

She tilted her little head back, stared at Zhao Rong intently, and questioned him in a crying voice.

But Zhao Rong seemed to have been silenced. He stood there in a daze, staring at her in a daze. He opened his mouth several times but slowly closed it again.

Seeing his reaction like that almost confirmed what she just said.

The two delicate shoulders of the little fox demon seemed to twitch. She tried to raise her little face, but two lines of clear tears still slowly fell from her red eyes, running across her pale cheeks, corners of her lips, and chin.

It dripped onto the wrinkled sachet in his hand.

Su Xiaoxiao is not really a fool, she is just innocent. She places all her hopes on her lover, is completely devoted to him, trusts him completely, and is even devoted to him.

So when the girl sensitively discovered that he seemed to have a special liking for the white jade he carried with him, she also found all kinds of excuses and reasons for him.

It could be a relic left by Zhao Lang’s mother, or a gift from his friend before he left for a long journey, or it could be... a commemorative item from his childhood fiancée who was once betrothed to him but unfortunately was not destined to be with him when they grew up.

Well, there are many, many more possibilities.

But... Su Xiaoxiao just didn't dare to ask, because she was afraid of what might happen.

What if? What if?

She was just a timid little fox demon, even the big yellow dog at the village entrance could chase her and her tail was almost bitten.

So Su Xiaoxiao kept procrastinating, burying her head like a little ostrich.

She didn't ask until she and Zhao Rong fell in love in the ruined temple and finally separated from Zhao Rong in Duyou City.

And Zhao Rong never mentioned the white jade, which made Su Xiaoxiao gradually feel relieved. When the two of them separated later, Su Xiaoxiao was already generally relieved.

She was secretly delighted and felt guilty, fortunately she didn't ask unnecessary questions. Otherwise, she would have worried for nothing and almost misunderstood Zhao Lang.

However, at this moment...

Su Xiaoxiao's little hand that was holding Zhao Rong's arm gradually became weak and seemed to be about to slip.

Sometimes a man's silence means consent.

However, a certain silent man silently reached out and tightly grasped her slipping wrist.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't care about these. She sniffed her nose, the tip of her nose was red and sore, but she could still smell the elegant fragrance of an orchid, which came from the calm and elegant woman in Confucian clothes not far away.

The scent was almost exactly the same as the scent on the dusty and hidden letter on the bookshelf that morning, and even stronger.

When they met again after a long time, the white jade on Zhao Lang's waist had disappeared.

What was the purpose of that white jade, and who was its owner... Su Xiaoxiao felt that no matter how dumb or stupid she was, she couldn't deceive herself.

At this time, Zhao Rong was still looking at her silently, without saying a word, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Zhu Yourong's eyes moved between the two suspicious people and she pursed her lips slightly.

The little fox demon raised the hand that was tightly holding the sachet and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. As she wiped, the back of her hand covered half of her face, her shoulders trembled, and she sobbed sadly.

In fact, these days, Su Xiaoxiao sometimes woke up in the middle of the night. Besides thinking about the sweet things between her and him and smiling happily, she also thought about this very bad situation.

But Su Xiaoxiao felt that even if her lover really cheated on her, he should lie to her seriously for the rest of her life and not let her find out.

Otherwise, if you can't deceive her all your life, if you want to bully her all your life, then tell her honestly and don't let her be a fool after being bullied so badly.

Just like what Su Xiaoxiao said seriously to Zhao Rong under the bookshelf not long ago... and at this moment, she finally seemed to be no longer a fool.

"You...you say something."

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her hand, wanting to hit his sharp face, but halfway through, her little hand with five fingers spread out trembled and then slowly lowered, then gradually bent and clenched into a pink fist, and finally weakly hit his chest.

superficial.

Bang!

He hammered it again weakly.

Next second.

"Wow, wow, wow--!" The little fox demon covered her mouth with the back of her hands and cried even harder, as if she was complaining that she was useless and that she was a little fox demon who deserved to be bullied.

Zhao Rong endured it motionlessly, without explaining or arguing.

Ever since he heard Xiaoxiao mention Baiyu, he lowered his eyes, frowned, and pursed his lips. It was unknown what he was thinking. He just held Su Xiaoxiao's wrist tightly with one hand and didn't let go, as if he was afraid of losing her. Besides that, he still beat and scolded her. In fact, he had been bitten, beaten, and kicked by her this morning...

At this moment.

"I told you to get out of the way. Don't just stand there like an idiot. Go to the side. I've just agreed. Let me explain."

Zhu Yourong suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Zhao Rong away, walked forward, and stood in front of Su Xiaoxiao...