What he wanted to mention before was actually some parting messages he had made in the bamboo courtyard not long ago.

At that time, because he was determined to die, he left no chance of survival to Xiao Qian'er.

Therefore, before bidding farewell to 'Mo Se Zhu You Rong', the parting message he made was inevitably sentimental and self-touching.

He imitated the ancients and wrote a letter to Taoist friend Yourong.

The last sentence is:

"Fellow Daoist Yourong, please stop being obsessed with a certain thing or a certain person in front of you.

With these words I bid you farewell forever. "

Later, Zhao Rong managed to survive and turned the danger into safety. Now when he thinks back on those 'farewell messages', he becomes more and more embarrassed.

Especially the last sentence to Zhu Yourong, which seemed a bit narcissistic, as if Zhu Yourong couldn't survive without him as her confidant... And if you think about it carefully, it seems to be very ambiguous, like a husband writing to his wife on his deathbed.

However, the situation was critical at the time, and Zhao Rong was really determined to die, so his emotions were somewhat...exuberant and unbridled.

And if she called him narcissistic, then so be it. He was going to die anyway, so why not be unbridled for once? What's wrong with writing a sentimental farewell letter to Mr. Zhu? Besides, they would be separated by the Yin and Yang in the future, so it wouldn't be embarrassing...

However, Zhao Rong still miscalculated.

He came back alive and well with almost no injuries.

This is embarrassing.

I don’t know if Zhu Yourong had any misunderstanding when she received the “Letter from Taoist Friend Yourong”, or if she thought that Zhao Rong was confessing his love before his death... and then she either frowned, got angry, or felt indifferent.

Even Zhao Rong's face turned red when he thought of Zhu Yourong's possible reaction.

In addition, if there had not been these misunderstandings, Zhu Yourong would probably have laughed at this mistake for a hundred years.

For example, "It's well written, don't write it again next time."

For example, "Is that all Tzuyu is? She only knows how to play tricks on me. Tell me, who would write a last poem?"

For example, "I heard that someone's last words were very good and touching. When will you write another one to me?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

I was careless. I should have confidence in myself, who is handsome, smart and brave, and can overcome danger...

So now, he felt that he should find an opportunity to explain things to Zhu Yourong as soon as possible.

Prevent the great friendship between the two from being destroyed and tarnished.

We agreed to be close friends.

…

At this time in the tent hall.

A young girl squeezed in between Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong.

Xiao Qian'er was surprised: "Hey, Mr. Zhu, you're back? By the way, Brother Rong'er, I didn't disturb you guys talking, did I?"

Zhao Rong shook his head and said nothing.

Zhu Yourong suddenly turned around and said, "I am sorry for disturbing you."

She paused, and just as the pretty girl in front of her narrowed her eyes and was about to smile and nod.

Zhu Yourong smiled again, her voice soft and pleasant:

"Miss Qian'er, you are so annoying."

She shook her head and explained patiently, "Before in the bamboo forest courtyard, when Ziyu was in critical condition, he asked my ink clone to send me some heartwarming last words. Just now when you were not here, Ziyu mentioned this again. I was afraid that he would cheat, so I pretended that I didn't receive it, as if to let him say it himself..."

The female teacher of the academy bit her lip lightly and complained with a smile: "Hey, Miss Qian'er, I finally managed to get the truth out of Ziyu and made her admit it again, but now you're here. I guess Ziyu will play dumb again and fool me."

“!!!” Someone suffered a cardiac arrest.

Zhao Rong stared at Zhu Yourong.

So you were just pretending to be stupid? Wait, no! The point is that it would be fine if you were pretending to be stupid, we could talk about it in private, but why did you reveal everything in front of Qian'er now? What the hell is this?

The blood pressure could no longer be suppressed and soared.

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong with a smile.

Then he picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhao Qianer.

Hearing this, the girl frowned slightly, and whispered with red lips and white teeth: "Farewell...last words?"

She glanced at Zhu Yourong, took the teacup, and said thank you crisply.

But he put the teacup next to him and didn't drink from it. He just used the smooth back of his little hand to test the temperature of the cup.

Then she gently grabbed Zhao Rong's slightly stiff big hand and placed it on the side of the teacup to warm his hands.

Zhao Qian'er raised her head and looked at Zhao Rong, half believing and half doubting:

"Brother Rong'er, is this true?"

The small hand gently covered his big hand, and together with the hot teacup, kept him warm.

Zhao Rong: “…”

Zhu Yourong looked normal, and looked at Zhao Rong with some inquiry, waiting for his answer.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth and then closed it again.

Why could Zhu Yourong speak so frankly in front of Xiao Qian'er, while he was speechless and felt as guilty as a thief?

…

No, Zhu Yourong, what do you mean?

Zhao Rong grasped the source of the situation, turned to look at Zhu Yourong who seemed indifferent, and glared at her secretly.

Just when the two of them had just looked at each other for a while.

A cold and pleasant female voice suddenly came from outside the tent.

"Yes, husband, is what Mr. Zhu said true? In the bamboo forest courtyard...you also gave her a heartwarming last words?"

Everyone in the tent turned around and saw that the curtain at the door had been opened again.

Concubine Zhao Ling walked into the hall with a calm expression. She first glanced at Zhu Yourong, then looked at her husband curiously.

The moment Qingjun came in, Zhao Rong straightened his back, "Ah, you're talking about this... Oh, it's... It's true."

Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er looked at each other.

Zhu Yourong smiled gently, poured another cup of hot tea gracefully, and handed it to Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu."

Concubine Zhao Ling took the teacup calmly, looked into Zhu Yourong's eyes, smiled and nodded, "Mr. Zhu left in a hurry just now, and Concubine Ling thought that Mr. Zhu had to go back to Duyou City for something urgent. It's a pity that I haven't thanked Mr. Zhu properly yet."

She turned her head and looked around, then smiled beautifully: "I didn't expect that after Ling Fei and Qian Er left, Mr. Zhu suddenly came back. Is there something urgent that he wants to discuss with my husband?"

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded politely, her voice as clear as a silver bell:

"Well, it's okay. We can have dinner together later. Ling Fei also wants to thank Mr. Zhu for saving my husband and Qian'er's lives today."

Zhu Yourong looked at this graceful little girl and the smile on her face grew a little more.

The female teacher raised her finger and pointed forward, saying, "Don't worry about this for now."

She turned to look at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Lingfei smiled and nodded, "Indeed, there is no rush."

After she finished speaking, she turned around with Zhao Qian'er and looked at her husband.

Zhao Rong, who was sandwiched between the three women, secretly groaned in pain.

Damn, why are you guys so in sync?

And...why are you looking at me?

Zhao Rong scratched his head and smiled foolishly. He looked at the expressions of the three women and said in a nonchalant tone, "Hey, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it. I'm starving. Let's go, let's go eat."

As Zhao Rong spoke, he raised his foot and walked towards the dining area in the back hall as if taking the lead: "Haha, let's eat, let's eat. I'm so hungry that I can swallow a cow..."

Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qianer, and Zhu Yourong had no intention of lifting their feet.

The three women stayed where they were and turned to look at him calmly.

Zhao Rong: “…”

No, please don't do this. I beg you to give me some face and let's go eat quickly...

The hall was extremely quiet except for the sound of the wind blowing the curtains at the door.

Zhao Rong's smile faded and he nodded seriously: "Um...didn't we say we were going to have dinner?"

The sound broke the silence, but then the hall became even quieter.

Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong, and Zhao Qian'er were all silent for some reason.

Three pairs of beautiful eyes looked over at him, just staring at him quietly.

Zhao Rong: “???”

At this moment, the dead silence in the hall was already a bit... scary.

Someone swallowed.

Then, under the calm gazes of the three women... he understood instantly.

The person who tried to run away returned to where he was in shame, returned to the position between the three women, and then stood upright again.

So, Zhao Rong was like the clockwork switch of a music box, returning to its original position and starting up at this moment.

The three women who had been calm and motionless around them instantly returned to their original demeanor.

It was like exquisite wax figures of beauties suddenly came to life.

Xiao Qian'er grabbed Zhao Rong's right hand and covered it with her two little hands to warm his hands.

Zhu Yourong smiled at Concubine Zhao Lingfei, tilted her teacup and nodded at her.

Concubine Zhao Ling agreed with a smile and nodded in return, but she did not drink the tea in the cup. She suddenly stretched out a bare hand, grabbed the sleeve of Zhao Rong in the middle, and gently pulled it.

She said gently and considerately:

"Husband, don't worry about eating. I will go to the kitchen to make you two dishes you like. You may not be used to the dishes made by the cooks outside... By the way."

At this point, the autumn-eyed woman seemed to recall something and said softly, "Just now you said that you left a heartwarming last message for Mr. Zhu... Well, what was it?"

“…”

Zhao Rong looked as if he had lost all hope in life.