At this time, on the way down Jiyue Mountain.

Gui noticed that Zhao Rong seemed to be about to start talking again, so he said "hmm" twice in an attempt to answer him perfunctorily.

Zhao Rong seemed not to care. He was silent for a moment, staring ahead, and said seriously:

"I can be partial to help him."

There was a pause.

"But we can only add icing on the cake, not help in times of trouble. This is the bottom line."

"So, I was thinking that if I organized this grand ceremony seriously and completed the two rituals of communication between heaven and earth, I could make the spiritual heaven look here and take a serious look at this young emperor who is less than ten years old, and give even a mediocre auspicious response..."

The young scholar nodded, "Then I can also understand this stove clearly and throw it into the lake without hesitation."

Gui thought for a moment, "Oh? What if the Heavenly Dao looks down on that silly little emperor, thinks he has no future, and reacts indifferently? What will you do? Don't throw the Thunder Purple Gold Furnace in to refine it? Even if it's just a small favor, just a side job?"

Zhao Rong looked at the mountain road ahead with a normal expression and nodded calmly, "Of course he is not destined to have this fate. As a gentleman, I can't help him."

Gui Bie Bie said, then thought about it and shook his head, "I can't understand it, and I think it's very hypocritical, but I respect your principles."

It changed the subject again, "But the situation at the Fengshan Ceremony just now seems to be different from what you thought. Zhao Rong, what do you think?"

The young scholar smiled, looked up at the first bright moon, his face full of smiles.

"Of course I am happy."

He smiled, more and more brilliantly:

"I didn't expect such a great auspicious sign to come all at once. It's almost like the legendary descent of gods."

"I guess the Heaven must have seen this interesting boy and some future that we don't know about... In addition, ahem, the Heaven is quite respectful to me, Mr. Zhao. This moon directly helped me to stun Meng Zhengjun and all the people present."

As he spoke, Zhao Rong glanced at the top of the mountain, shook his head and sighed:

"But this time I was so happy that I felt helpless. I didn't consider this possibility beforehand, and I had too many thoughts at the end of the Fengshan Ceremony. I forgot to stop Wangque for a moment, and I let him throw the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace down by mistake."

"The auspicious sign of the first full moon has already made this Fengshan ceremony a great success... If you throw the furnace in again, it will only trouble Mr. Zhao, who likes to add icing on the cake and troubles a lot, to fish it out..."

He laughed at himself, paused for a moment, and shook his head:

"It's okay. Let's stay in Jiyue Mountain for one more day. When there are fewer people, we can find a way to fish out the furnace and the sword ball... and also finish those other small things... Later in the afternoon, we can find a reason to let Brother Yiwu and the others go back with Meng Zhengjun first."

The young scholar spoke later and seemed to be talking to himself as he arranged his itinerary.

Gui Anjing listened for a moment, and suddenly chuckled: "Oh, you are amazing, Zhao Rong. Most people in the world try their best to help others in times of need, but you are the only one who thinks about how to add icing on the cake for that little emperor."

The sword spirit's tone contained a hint of playfulness, and it was unclear what his attitude was.

Zhao Rong did not respond and looked calm.

After a while, Zhao Rong passed the checkpoint at the foot of the mountain unimpeded and was about to enter the camp in the wilderness.

Gui Hu said, "Not long ago, when the Fengshan ceremony was just over, the strange cauldron you could see on the top of the mountain... um, did a lot of light golden dragon energy suddenly surge out of it and land on Li Wangque and be absorbed by him?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, his expression unchanged, and hummed lightly.

I didn't ask Gui how it knew this.

The sword spirit was a little unhappy that he had kept it a secret from an outsider:

"Why didn't you say anything at that time? Such a good opportunity, a rare and precious opportunity down the mountain, why didn't you take a bite of the luck and dragon energy given by others? Do you need me to teach you such a good thing? Take as much as you can!"

Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the Heaven's feedback to the little emperor. Why would I steal his dragon energy? Besides... I don't really need it, right..."

After he finished speaking, he stopped chatting and returned to the tent.

Then, a certain sword spirit sighed as if he had met the wrong person.

…

In the afternoon, on the wasteland at the foot of Jiyue Mountain.

The grand celebration was held as scheduled.

However, the people in charge this time were no longer students like Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu.

It was hosted by Dugu and arranged by the women of the Crescent Moon Sect.

Thousands of people came to Jiyue Mountain to observe the Fengshan ceremony and participated enthusiastically, celebrating together.

Meng Zhengjun, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other people from Linlu Academy declined Dugu Chanyi's enthusiastic invitation and prepared to return to the academy.

Zhao Rong found a passable excuse and did not go back with Meng Zhengjun's large army.

If this had happened before the Fengshan ceremony, given the harmonious teacher-student relationship between Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong, Zhao Rong would most likely have been accused of being undisciplined by Meng Zhengjun and scolded.

However, at this moment, after Zhao Rong chuckled and asked him to stay for a while and return tomorrow, Meng Zhengjun looked at him quietly for a moment, then looked away and said softly, "Go back to the academy early and don't delay the exam." Then, under the strange looks of students such as Gu Yiwu, the old-fashioned female teacher turned around and left.

Gu Yiwu and other students blinked and watched Meng Zhengjun's back go away.

They turned around and couldn't help but give Zhao Rong a thumbs up.

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly and said nothing.

Ever since the Fengshan ceremony that took place not long ago, the head of the academy, who used to dislike him and always liked to use the rules to pressure him, seemed to have undergone a 180-degree change, and his attitude towards Zhao Rong began to become strange...

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from the receding figure of the female teacher, shook his head and said nothing.

At least for now, it seems that her change in attitude has no harm to him. However, he doesn't know how to get along with her in the academy in the future...

Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall also wanted to stay with Zhao Rong and go back with him later.

They just thought that since they came down the mountain together, they should go back to the mountain together.

Zhao Rong felt quite warm in his heart.

After experiencing this journey to Dali and the test of Fengshan, everyone's relationship has unknowingly become closer.

Zhao Rong even felt that he was more familiar with the students of Zhengyi Hall than most of his classmates in Ruexing Hall.

After all, everyone has shared hardships and is at the age of being students.

The students of Justice Hall treated him the same way. They were so friendly and familiar with each other that they all started calling him "Brother Zhao".

It is no longer the title "Mr. Zhao" which is a legacy of calligraphy classes, a respectful but somewhat polite title.

Faced with the suggestions of his friends such as Gu Yiwu, Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

He stayed for half a day longer because he had some things to deal with, and it would be inconvenient if there were too many people around.

Seeing this, students such as Gu Yiwu did not insist. After saying goodbye warmly, they went out to find Mr. Meng and set off back to the academy.

After two sticks of incense.

Zhao Rong stood quietly in the autumn wind, watching everyone go away.

He patted the fallen leaves on his shoulders, looked around the empty space, and after a moment, turned around and returned to the tent.

As soon as I lifted the curtain and entered the tent, Xiao Qian'er's clear and lively voice was heard.

"Brother Rong'er, Brother Rong'er, when are we going back? Oh, by the way, the young lady just sent me a letter!"

Zhao Rong was startled for a moment, then delighted and quickly stepped forward.

Stretch out your hand.

"Girl, where is the letter? Take it out quickly."

Xiao Qian'er put her hands behind her back, as if hiding something, and tilted her head to smile slightly.

"Brother Rong'er, guess what the young lady wrote."

Zhao Rong glanced at her and said with a feigned anger, "It was written to me. Did you open it?"

He immediately felt relieved and started to look forward to it. Judging from the little girl's expression, the letter from home should be a normal thing and not a message of bad news.

"I'm not an outsider who can't see me! Humph, you and the young lady really want to have a world of your own, no, no, don't try to pull me down."

Xiao Qian'er pursed her pink lips and waved her little fists to fight for the legitimate rights and interests of her childhood sweetheart and second wife, but ended up letting the letter in her little hand slip out.

"You take it."

Zhao Rong quickly snatched it away, looked at the little girl with wide eyes, and couldn't help but reach out and rub her tilted little head.

"Don't touch my head, or you'll end up like Xiao Yue Nu and won't grow taller!"

Zhao Qian'er twisted her little body to avoid him, her little face glaring at him and threatening him, and it seemed as if she was going to open her mouth and bite him the next second.

It's kind of cute.

Zhao Rong kept moving, rubbing and kneading with a happy smile.

"You... okay, I know you don't have me in your heart. You don't care whether you grow taller or not! From now on... I won't let you rub me in the cafeteria anymore."

Xiao Qian'er blushed and used her head that was being rubbed to push against Zhao Rong's big hand.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but be happy. He followed her strength and held this cute girl who was clever and dared to say anything tightly in his arms.

While holding the little beauty who was twisting her slender waist to 'resist', he freed his hands to open the envelope and unfold the light pink paper raft.

A line of elegant handwriting that is somewhat similar to his calligraphy catches the eye.

This is Qingjun’s calligraphy. I like to copy him.

Zhao Rong whispered to himself, then fixed his eyes and took a closer look.

The next second, he lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.

I looked up to the north and saw the cloudless sky on a sunny day.

He lowered his head and recited the letter several times in a low voice.

The young scholar couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips into the most curved arc.

Seeing this, Xiao Qian'er, who had already secretly glanced at the content, smiled secretly in her heart.

If Brother Rong'er is fine, and Miss Rong is fine, then she will be fine too. The three of them can live a peaceful life, and the years will be peaceful. They can't hide their longing and love for each other, and let each other know. This is the most important thing in the world.

However, the little girl wanted to maintain the Second Lady's dignity, so she still had an unhappy face. At this time, she leaned on his arms, stood on tiptoe, glanced at the letter, and read crisply:

"Well, let me see what the lady wrote..."

"The autumn wind rises, it's time to head north, the clouds shatter for three thousand miles... Hey, that's it, just three sentences? Brother Rong'er, what does this mean?"

The little girl looked up at him seriously and asked the question even though she knew the answer.

Zhao Rong read it carefully several times, looking at it word by word, then carefully put away the paper raft, unable to suppress the happy smile on his face.

"What else can it mean? Let's return north as soon as possible."

He shook his head and said with a smile, "Strong winds are good for taking advantage. The ferry boat is on the blue cloud, and it will sail north with the wind, breaking through the three thousand miles of sea of ​​clouds... Ahem, I didn't expect that my Qing Jun has such literary talent and talent."

Zhao Rong knew that the most touching thing about this sentence was not its literary talent, but the expression of its true feelings.

When the autumn wind rises, it is time to go north, and the clouds will break apart for three thousand miles.

Just a few words, but they are sincere and thoughtful.

Zhao Rong glanced out the window and saw the clear, cloudless sky.

By the way, what is Qingjun doing now?

There was not a single word in the letter that expressed longing, no words about missing him or asking him to come back soon.

However, Qingjun's eagerness for his early return overflowed from the paper raft.

If it is just a euphemism to express emotions through objects, then it is just a common technique in poetry.

What moved Zhao Rong the most was the nonsense in this sentence. When he read it for the first time, he felt that the writing was immature and did not conform to the rhythm, and it seemed like a deliberate imitation.

However, it was Qingjun's efforts and clumsiness, which he could clearly feel, that were the most touching.

The twelve words on the paper are plain and warm, and the emotions are particularly strong.

She really missed him, and when she wrote a letter to him, she thought hard for a long time before she started writing carefully, trying her best to write a sentence that would be appreciated and make him happy...

Zhao Rong could even imagine Qingjun biting the pen, squinting his eyes and tilting his head as he wrote this letter. He didn't know how long he had been thinking about it...

As for why he knew all this just now, he still praised Qingjun as a talented woman...

Ahem, isn't this nonsense? You don't even flatter your wife, do you think you can get to the sky?

While Zhao Rong was in a daze, Zhao Qian'er hugged his waist and touched his pink lips with her index finger painted with the red nail polish that he liked to bite.

"Hmm, I see. It's a bit like what Rong'er used to say, 'Flowers bloom on the roadside and slowly return home'. Miss, this is 'The autumn wind rises and you return north'..."

Zhao Rong smiled, then restrained his expression, turned to the blinking Xiao Qian'er and said seriously:

"As expected, the closer you are to the good, the better. Qingjun is studious and stays close to me, your husband. Now she is almost a talented woman. Look at you, all you do is eat and buy clothes all day long. Ah, you are such a spendthrift."

“…”

Xiao Qian'er glared at the heartless villain with her peach blossom eyes and punched him on the chest, saying:

"You...what right do you have to slander my innocence? I have read the Book of Songs seriously, but you are busy all day long, and you find excuses to leave Qian'er behind in your spare time. You only remember Qian'er when you are hungry, when you need to take a bath and change clothes, when you want to bully someone...when you are about to go to bed at night...all these are the work of a maidservant. Tell me honestly, how can I be so close to the red that I will be redder!"

Zhao Rong: “…”

"Hehe, is it that exaggerated?" He pinched her cheek embarrassedly.

"Wuwu, if you keep pinching me, I'll bite you to death!"

Xiao Qian'er pouted feeling aggrieved and was about to bite his finger in annoyance.

Zhao Rong retracted his hand, and the next second he hugged her tightly, whispering softly in her ear:

"Okay, okay, it's all Brother Rong'er's fault. I'll listen to you. I want my poor-student Second Lady to be influenced by her and become a talented woman, just like Qingjun. If you miss me in the future, just write me some tactful and touching sentences and send them to me. I will definitely go back honestly..."

"Well, I'm going to go to Brother Huizhi's bamboo forest to have a drink later, as a farewell. You come with me, ahem, let's learn about our gentlemanly friendship. You have to be obedient and well-behaved. Don't act like a spoiled brat in someone else's house. Brother Huizhi is very serious and abides by the rules."

The man who had faced two bright moons on the top of the Moon Festival Mountain not long ago, without changing his expression while thousands of people were worshipping him, now had a gentle voice.

As gentle as jade.

"Yeah, I know, Rong'er brother, we're not at home, are you worried about other people out there? I...I will listen to you, and only listen to you, and I won't be naughty."

Xiao Qian'er nodded, hugged his waist tightly, pressed her cheek against his chest, bit her lip and muttered.

Zhao Rong thought about it and couldn't help but said, "You don't seem to say that in front of Qingdai."

Xiao Qian'er punched his arm weakly with her pink fist and said fiercely, "You! You still dare to say that! Don't mention her~"

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.

Xiao Qian'er suddenly asked, "Then when are we going back? Are we still waiting for Uncle Xiaobai?"

She looked up and saw Rong'er's thin and resolute face showing a thoughtful look. After a moment, he lowered his head and said:

"It will be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I have some chores to deal with, and it will be the day after tomorrow at the latest... As for Uncle Xiaobai, he has something to do, so we won't wait for him..."

"Oh, right, help me spread the paper and grind the ink. I'm going to write a letter to Qingjun first. Please send it to her to let her know that I'm safe and happy. Let her rest assured in Taiqing Mansion and not have any extravagant thoughts..."

Xiao Qian'er was immediately delighted and jumped to the desk to serve her lover.

Zhao Rong followed him to the desk, rolled up his sleeves and picked up a pen...

Not long.

A brand new letter from home was delivered by a flying sword and returned to Duyou in the north...