"Let her go."

In the flower garden, a quiet and intellectual woman in Confucian robes stood between the young Confucian scholar and the fox-eyed girl, but the latter two's hands were still connected.

At this time, Zhu Yourong turned around and whispered to Zhao Rong who was holding the crying little fox demon.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing. He tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a frown.

Zhu Yourong's quiet and elegant face had a pair of calm and composed eyes. She raised her delicate chin slightly to meet his gaze.

The two people, who often have the same thoughts and understanding, looked at each other in silence for a while.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, looked away, and gradually reduced the strength in his hands.

The little fox demon covered her mouth and took the opportunity to pull her hand away.

However, just as she escaped from the clutches of the unfaithful man in front of her, the next second, another fair jade hand suddenly reached out and held her little hand.

"You...you let me go, don't touch me." Su Xiaoxiao retracted her hand, as if she had touched a hot charcoal fire.

But as a girl in blue with her hands on her hips said not long ago, she seemed to be the weakest person in Yilanxuan at this moment.

Zhu Yourong gently grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's hand.

She raised her eyes to look at the tearful fox-eyed girl.

I saw that the sachet tightly held in the little fox demon's left hand, which was covering her mouth, was soaked with tears.

"Don't stand here, go somewhere far away and wait."

Zhu Yourong gave the order without turning his head.

"No." Zhao Rong shook his head.

"Ask her if she wants to see you now." Zhu Yourong said softly.

Zhao Rong turned to look at Xiaoxiao, only to see her lowering her head and covering her mouth, sobbing.

He said calmly, "I have something to say to her."

"Then wait until I finish speaking." Zhu Yourong's tone was rarely unquestionable.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment.

"Stop hurting her."

For some reason, his tone sounded a little lonely.

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to Zhu Yourong. Without looking at Su Xiaoxiao who was ignoring him, he turned around and walked to the entrance of the flower garden to wait, leaving this place to the two girls.

Zhao Rong came to the entrance of the flower garden, rubbed his face with his hands, took a deep breath, and then looked back.

I saw Zhu Yourong wiping Xiaoxiao's tears with his handkerchief and whispering something.

The latter resisted very much, but couldn't break free from her hand, so he kept covering his ears, but covering one ear was no use...

At this moment, Zhao Rong suddenly heard another noise coming from outside the flower garden behind him.

He turned around and saw three... four female figures walking towards him. Well, the little girl in the front was too short and he almost didn't see her.

"Sister Yu, Sister Bifang, Sister Xueyou, over here, over here, he is inside!"

Not far away, Jingzi was acting as a guide, very anxiously and excitedly, bringing Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyu, whom Zhao Rong had not seen for a long time.

Behind them was a girl as delicate as willow catkins. She was Yu Huaijin's maid, whom Zhao Rong had met a few times, and the girl Bifang who seemed to like eating snacks.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't let him do something bad and run away easily..." The anxious voice of the girl in blue came from afar.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched. Even though he was worried about something at the moment, he couldn't help but want to hit someone. This petty little girl was just itching for trouble.

Why was he running away? It wasn't him who took the initiative to hold the hand, and Zhu Yourong only held his hand to write a word. Although Zhao Rong didn't know what her intention was now, the two of them had a tacit understanding and he felt that it should not be an overstepping of the mark.

However, Jingzi and Yu Huaijin didn't seem to think so at this time. Soon, the four women hurried to the entrance of the flower garden and happened to run into Zhao Rong who was waiting there.

He rolled up his sleeves and stood at the door, blocking their view.

"Hey, why didn't you run away?" Jingzi was stunned, then glared at him with a fierce face.

Now that I have Sister Yu’s support, I am full of courage.

Zhao Rong was speechless and glanced at the four people who came hurriedly as if they were catching someone committing adultery.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he said lightly, "It's done, I'll be out soon."

“It’s… It’s over!”

The little girl in blue, who was tilting her head to take a look at the scene in the flower garden, jumped three feet high in fright. The next second, she ran past Zhao Rong and into the flower garden.

However, unlike the impatient little girl, a skinny and old-fashioned girl was obviously much calmer.

Yu Huaijin glanced at the young Confucian scholar in front of him who had a lively and casual personality and was very much liked by Mr. Zhu, took a step back, and bowed in a formal manner.

"Brother Zhao, the assessment is coming up soon. Why did you suddenly come back? Do you have something to talk to Mr. Meng about?"

Zhao Rong first looked back at Xiao Xiao and Zhu Yourong, then turned back, lowered his head as if he was worried, and casually cupped his hands, "It's not far anyway, so I came back to see you. I also miss Senior Yu and the others."

He didn't comment, but just said it casually.

Yu Huaijin frowned slightly.

In his words, he singled her out and placed her in front of his colleagues.

This serious and old-fashioned girl had a stern face, and bowed again, saying, "Brother Zhao, don't joke around."

At this moment, Zhao Rong didn't want to talk to this boring girl who was always fussy about everything she said and did. He turned around and greeted Li Xueyu and Bifang.

He turned his head and looked closely.

Xue Youxiong was still the same, with the shy personality of a beautiful girl next door. She hid behind Yu Huaijin, who was shorter than her. When she spoke to him, she spoke in a soft voice, and sometimes, for some reason, she would suddenly blush.

The slender and delicate girl Bifang at the end, after greeting him, seemed to cannot resist her greed. She took out the bag of snacks, picked them up with her hands, and started to eat them in small bites, occasionally glancing at Yu Huaijin who did not look back.

Zhao Rong glanced at them, but he always felt that the greedy girl Bifang seemed to look at him more directly.

Zhao Rong was concerned about the movements of the two women, one big and one small, in the flower garden behind him. He didn't think much about it. If it were normal, he would have whispered softly, "Has he become more handsome again? Touch his handsome face..."

On the side, Yu Huaijin wanted to ask Zhao Rong why he came here today, but seeing Zhao Rong looked back absent-mindedly.

She exchanged glances with Li Xueyu and Bifang, and then the three girls quieted down and looked curiously in the direction of the young scholar's fixed gaze.

At this time, Zhao Rong didn't blink.

At the table deep in the flower garden, Zhu Yourong was wiping Xiaoxiao's tears, holding her hand and talking to her.

Jingzi, who had just rushed in, was waiting quietly not far from the table.

After looking for a while, Zhao Rong frowned, and he stopped looking for a while. However, the situation over there seemed to have changed a lot at this time.

In the field of vision, Xiaoxiao, who had been stubborn and withdrew her hand not long ago, now allowed Zhu Yourong to hold her hand and wipe her tearful face.

Xiaoxiao looked timidly and doubtfully at the woman in Confucian clothes in front of her, as if she was listening attentively.

Zhu Yourong would occasionally show an inquiring look and say a few words, as if asking something, then she would lower her eyes, and her small hands would twist the red string that tied the sachet, as if whispering. Then the gentle, beautiful, and intellectual woman in Confucian clothes would gently nod her head, raise her hand to wipe the tears of the little fox demon, and speak softly...

Unfortunately, Zhao Rong was too far away and couldn't hear what Zhu Yourong was talking to Xiaoxiao.

A little girl in blue, who had discovered that her brain had been tricked, was glaring at him with her head tilted and eyes narrowed.

Zhao Rong ignored Jingzi, who had a very unhappy look in her eyes, and looked over there intently for a while.

Gradually, he exhaled softly.

On the side, Yu Huaijin seemed to be in no hurry. Seeing that the teacher in the flower garden was busy and communicating with an extremely beautiful and crying fox-eyed girl, she watched silently, and like Zhao Rong, she put her hands on her sleeves and stood very straight waiting.

In fact, Yu Huaijin came here just to stare at someone as usual.

Behind her, Li Xueyu narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she wanted to see more clearly the strange fox-eyed girl in the distance. She couldn't help but glance at the focused profile of the young scholar next to her.

In sharp contrast to the cautious Li Xueyu was Bifang at the back, who was looking at Zhao Rong with a straight gaze and eating with relish.

Because Zhao Rong seemed to be preoccupied, absent-minded, and kept silent with his lips pursed, the three women did not have any communication at this time.

The four of them waited quietly at the entrance.

As time went by, surprising changes took place at the desk deep in the flower garden, which was often weighed down by a female teacher.

Well, actually it was Zhao Rong who was the only one surprised. The other people who had just arrived were still a little confused about the situation in the flower garden.

At a certain moment, after carefully listening to the fox-eyed girl's long confession, the scholar-clothed woman nodded slightly, suddenly pulled the fox-eyed girl to the table, picked up a pen and wrote something for the fox-eyed girl to see. The latter glanced at the things on the table and nodded vigorously...

This commotion made Zhao Rong, who was far away, a little confused, but he saw that Xiaoxiao had stopped crying and started to communicate frequently with Zhu Yourong.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, but he became even more confused.

And a little surprised.

Because although Xiaoxiao was lively and energetic in front of him, she was rather timid and cowardly in front of outsiders, and she had few friends, and they couldn't play together... But at this moment, Zhu Yourong seemed to have let her down her guard...

Not long after, Zhao Rong saw Zhu Yourong raise her little hand as she did to him not long ago, lower her head and look carefully at her palm, while speaking, she stretched out her fingers to write something on it.

The next second, Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing after hearing what Zhu Yourong said. Then she quickly covered her mouth with her hands and glanced at him.

Zhao Rong opened his eyes slightly.

Afterwards, the little fox demon who got along well with the woman in Confucian robes seemed to have resolved his heart knot.

At the table, the two girls were talking and laughing.

It was like everything had been let go and all the past grudges were forgotten.

Zhao Rong saw that the silly girl even opened the sachet she was holding in her hand, took out a slightly wrinkled roll of paper, and handed it to Zhu Yourong with a nervous and shy face.

Zhu Yourong spread out the roll of paper, took a look at it, couldn't help laughing, and seemed to praise it.

The little fox demon held the sachet and smiled foolishly with his head tilted.

The woman in Confucian clothes smiled and said a few words, which seemed to be some suggestions, and the little fox demon nodded vigorously.

The considerate woman in Confucian clothes returned the paper raft. At one point, she glanced at Zhao Rong with a sweet smile.

However, facing the harmonious coexistence of Xiaoxiao and Zhu Yourong and the latter's eyes seeking credit.

Zhao Rong, however, looked calm and watched quietly.

I don’t know what he is thinking about.

Soon, Zhu Yourong finished counseling Su Xiaoxiao, held her hand, and looked around.

Zhu Yourong waved his hand gently and called Zhao Rong, Yu Huaijin and others to the table.

Zhao Rong calmly went to Su Xiaoxiao.

The little fox demon, who had tears in her eyes just now, was now smiling happily. Seeing her lover coming, she put her hands behind her waist, lowered her head a little shyly, and did not dare to look at him.

Until Zhao Rong came to her side, she stared at the tip of her shoe and muttered softly:

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Zhao Rong looked at her in silence.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was waiting for him to take the initiative to hold her hand, saw that this stupid guy was still not smart, so she went up to him and coaxed him to give her a way out.

She rubbed her red and swollen eyes with her hands, kicked her feet lightly, took a step forward, hugged the clumsy wooden arm, and bumped her little head against his left shoulder affectionately.

"Mr. Zhu has already told me, it's... I'm overthinking it, um, why didn't you explain it to me clearly... You let me imagine it."

Su Xiaoxiao stretched out her little hand and gently pinched the flesh on his waist. Her voice was slightly hoarse after crying bitterly, and it had lost some of its crispness, but it was still cute and delicate.

She was a little reluctant, so she pinched her waist with her hand, then wiped the original place, and leaned her little head against Zhao Rong's arm.

The latter remained silent.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't pay attention to Zhao Lang's indifferent reaction, thinking that he was also angry.

She thanked Zhu Yourong again:

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu. I will make sure to make things clear next time... Bah, there will definitely not be a next time."

Zhu Yourong smiled and waved her hand. Seeing that Zhao Rong didn't say anything, she turned around and introduced Su Xiaoxiao to Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyu and others.

The little fox demon who liked to wear red clothes had regained her lively and cheerful personality. When she heard that they were Zhao Lang's classmates, she greeted Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyu with enthusiasm and envy.

At the table, several women chatted with each other and got to know each other.

Su Xiaoxiao smiled happily, and seeing that Zhao Lang, the stupid guy, didn't say anything, she looked up and happened to meet Zhao Rong's gaze looking down at her.

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then realized that her lover might be a little confused.

The little fox demon took his arm, stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "Well, Zhao Lang, so that's how you and Mr. Zhu met. You became friends through your writings, and you have never met each other before, but you are spiritually connected."

She spoke with envy, looking up at her lover's profile, her face full of admiration and love. "Also, Zhao Lang, you are amazing. You can write such beautiful characters. Ms. Zhu was impressed by you. She told me in detail how she felt when she first saw your characters... She said you are the best calligrapher she has ever seen."

Su Xiaoxiao tiptoed lightly and smiled sweetly.

"I wish I was there, it would be so interesting, we have never met, but we have known each other for a long time... This is a noble thing that only exists in books...

"Xiaoxiao was wrong. She misunderstood the letter and Mr. Zhu. She is such a good person, gentle and considerate. She understands many things. She is much smarter than Xiaoxiao and her cultivation is so powerful. She is just like my great-grandmother..."

Zhao Rong looked down at her, who looked a little guilty.

Su Xiaoxiao happily hugged his arm, twisted her waist, and said happily:

"Mr. Zhu can actually read your palms. She took your hand and wrote something on it. It turned out that she was reading your face... She also read my palm... Zhao Lang, you and I are a perfect match. We will be happily married for the rest of our lives!"

Zhao Rong was slightly startled, then turned to look at his close friend who seemed to be helping him.

Zhu Yourong was quietly asking Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyu about some trivial matters in the academy. She did not disturb him and Xiaoxiao who were whispering sweet nothings after their lovers reconciled, and she did not turn her head to look at them at this time.

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao, who was hugging his arm, said with some concern:

"Well, Zhao Lang, my handwriting is crooked. Will it embarrass you? I will work hard to practice it when I go back, okay? You can't blame Xiaoxiao anymore." She said the most ferocious words in the most cowardly tone.

However, Zhao Rong remained like a dull block, without any reaction.

"Zhao Lang, say something!"

Su Xiaoxiao, who was standing on tiptoe to whisper, wanted to really bite Zhao Rong's ear, but there were people around, so she was too embarrassed to do so, so she pulled Zhao Rong's arm.

Zhao Rong turned around and nodded slightly.

Glanced at her.

Su Xiaoxiao's face suddenly became happy, and she continued to whisper in his ear:

"What's wrong with you? Are you mad at me? Why are you so depressed... Well, don't be angry, okay? I'll make it up to you. You...you...you can bully me just once, and I'll absolutely listen to you...I can do any needlework..." She coaxed her lover, her voice becoming thinner and thinner until it could no longer be heard clearly.

Su Xiaoxiao shyly turned her eyes away for a while, but her heart was sweetly filled as she buried her head in Zhao Rong's arms, rubbing her little face against him obediently.

When with her lover, the little fox demon seems to have endless words to say, endless affection to express, and a love that cannot be concealed.

She couldn't help but raise her little face and bit his ear and said:

"The handwriting is so ugly and crooked. I just put the words in the sachet and Mr. Zhu saw them. She even praised me. Now that I think about it, she was saving face for me. Mr. Zhu is really a good person...

"Zhao Lang, I wrote something before I came here. It's in the sachet. You know, I've been embroidering this sachet for a long time. As soon as I finished it, I couldn't help but want to see you wearing it. I gave it to you along with the words I wrote. I heard that a sachet embroidered by hand should be given personally to bless you with safety. So I'm not being sensible and deliberately disturbing your studies. Yes, I'm here to give you this sachet and to talk to you by the way."

Seeing that Zhao Lang didn't respond, Su Xiaoxiao was afraid that he didn't believe it, so she quickly took out the sachet and showed it to him.

"Put it on now."

She moved gently, put the sachet on Zhao Rong's waist, lowered her head and smiled sweetly:

"I was just imagining too much before. How could I not believe Zhao Lang? That white jade must have other important meanings to you. I let you wear it with you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have imagined it and caused you trouble. Um, Zhao Lang, I was wrong. I made you unhappy today...

"Well, you don't have to explain the white jade to me. I won't ask about it again, and I will never doubt you again. Can you calm down and talk to me? You are so silent, I am afraid. I want to talk to you. These days in Taiqing Mansion, I really want to hear your voice and smell your nice smell..."

The little fox demon buried her head in Zhao Rong's arms, rubbing her delicate nose against his clean clothes, as if she was indulging in every scent of her lover, sniffing it carefully and remembering it in her heart.

Hearing her obedient and considerate initiative to reveal the matter of Bai Yu, Zhao Rong, who had been calm and silent, lowered his head and stared absent-mindedly at Su Xiaoxiao, who had opened her heart and trusted him infinitely and told him everything clearly.

In the flower garden, Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin, Jingzi and others did not shift their gazes to Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao, the couple snuggling together, but dog food is something that can be stuffed into people's mouths anywhere, regardless of distance and medium.

Su Xiaoxiao buried herself in her lover's arms, her loving and happy look made everyone pause and couldn't help but look at her sideways.

"Zhao Lang~When are you leaving?"

The young scholar took a deep breath.

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head and found that she had not tied the sachet for Zhao Rong yet. She leaned back slightly, lowered her head, and carefully tied the red string of the sachet with her two small hands.

In the empty space around Zhao Rong's waist, there used to be a piece of white jade that he never left without.

The little fox demon curved her pink lips and whispered hopefully:

"Can you take me with you? I, I really want to stay by your side forever, just like when we were on the way to Duyou City, you held my hand every day. Grandma is fine, I can take some time off and go to Dali with you..."

"Xiaoxiao."

The young scholar, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted her.

"Um~ what's up."

"How about having dinner together tonight?"

"Okay! Just us?"

"You, me, and the mistress of the white jade."

He spoke calmly.

“…”

At this moment, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became deathly silent.

The two little hands that were tying the red string of the sachet paused.

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