"Who told you I was leaving?"

"Everyone in the mansion knows about it. They said you asked the second young master to buy an intercontinental boat ticket to Nan Xiaoyaozhou."

“…”

Zhao Rong was very upset.

Zhao Kuo, you said you would keep your mouth shut, but what happened to your loyalty? I was planning to sneak away quietly, but now everyone in the palace knows about it and I am the one who is kept in the dark?

Qian'er sniffed and said, "My lady and I thought you wanted to go back to your hometown to visit your relatives after the wedding, but you ended up arguing with me on your wedding night..."

Having said this, she slowly lowered her head and wrung her hands.

"And yesterday, when I was helping you pack your things, I accidentally found your luggage... You took all the things Aunt Liu left for you. Are you not planning to come back?"

"...Don't want Miss and Qian'er anymore?"

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and she suddenly looked up and stared at Zhao Rong.

"Then why did you send that letter to the young lady? Do you know how happy the young lady was after receiving the letter? She brought us back that same day and didn't even attend the Qingyuntai Competition in Taiqing Mansion the next day..."

Zhao Rong turned his head, avoiding her gaze, and stared at the poem on the desk.

He didn't know what to say.

In fact, he did not agree with the little girl's words. She was still immersed in the feelings of the three of them when they were young - she believed that there was still a childhood sweetheart relationship between him and Concubine Zhao Ling.

However, people change. How many childhood sweethearts can finally be together?

Concubine Zhao Ling is going to inherit the Duke of Jingnan's Mansion, and he is just a reason for her not to marry out; but he doesn't want to live his life again and be an emotionless tool, he wants to go out and take a good look at this bizarre world.

Is Concubine Zhao Lingfei beautiful? Of course she is! But she is also very cold, so cold that people are afraid to approach her.

The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but your indifference that is like a chasm that those who love you cannot cross.

In a relationship between two people, unilateral initiative by either person is useless.

In short, Zhao Rong doesn't want to be a bootlicker!

As for the letter, he had some impression that it was sent together with the family letters.

There is only one sentence on it: Flowers are blooming on the roadside, you can go home slowly.

But he believed that this was not the main reason why Concubine Zhao Lingfei returned home. She came back mainly for the old lady’s 90th birthday, and the wedding with Zhao Rong was just a coincidence arranged by the old lady.

As for why I wrote this letter in the past, I probably wanted to get married early, complete my mission as a tool, and then get away.

Suddenly, his brows frowned, but quickly relaxed.

The only thing that confused him now was the jade token that Concubine Zhao Lingfei inexplicably asked him for that night. However, he now had a general understanding of the situation, so this detail was no longer important.

Alas, all of this is easy to see, why doesn’t the little girl understand?

…

In the end, Zhao Rong still did not give Qian'er a satisfactory answer.

He promised to come back if he had the chance.

The little girl left in a depressed mood.

Took the poem away.

Zhao Rong noticed that the sky outside was a little gloomy, so he turned around to get an umbrella for her, but when he turned around, the little girl was gone.

…

A spring thunder suddenly sounded, and dark clouds covered the sky, as if something was brewing.

It seems I can’t go to the Imperial College today.

Zhao Rong put down his brush and stretched his wrist.

Looking at the "Preface to the Lanting Poems" on the paper, he smiled. It was not bad. It seemed that his calligraphy had not fallen far behind.

Just now a maid came to invite him to attend the old lady's birthday banquet at noon. He nodded and agreed.

Actually, I didn't want to go because I was afraid it would be awkward to meet her. Of course, I was the only one who was embarrassed. She? Probably didn't feel anything.

He picked up the pen again, calmed down, and wrote another "Preface to the Holy Teaching". This was the post he practiced when he first learned running script.

"I didn't expect you to have this ability. I underestimated you."

Gui's voice suddenly sounded.

"Do you understand what I'm writing?" Zhao Rong put down his pen and asked in surprise.

"I mean that poem."

It chuckled and said, "The poem you just wrote helped that little girl break through. And she may have even manifested a natal flying sword."

"Reading poetry can help you break through the realm! Is there such a good thing?" Zhao Rong was very excited.

Because he saw a possibility. If so, then wouldn't he be...

"Hmph, stop daydreaming. She was stuck at the bottleneck of the Fuyao Realm and just needed an opportunity. Your poem just happened to resonate with her emotions and made her feel the spiritual energy wandering between heaven and earth. That's how she was promoted to the Haoran Realm."

It sneered and said, "This method is only useful for the Haoran Realm. You may not even be able to reach the Fuyao Realm, so don't dream of it."

Zhao Rong had long been accustomed to its sharp tongue, and was not annoyed. He asked curiously: "Haoran Realm? Which realm is this? Why can this realm be promoted through poetry?"

He added: "Then don't all practitioners have to learn Confucianism and read books?"

Gui Youyou said: "Haoran Realm is the third realm of sword cultivation and Taoist cultivation, named by the Confucian saint. Strictly speaking, Haoran Realm is the first step for cultivators to change their fate. The first two realms, ascending to heaven and rising to the sky, are just preparations for it."

"The mystery of this realm lies in the word 'qi'. The human body is a small world and... forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you. You just need to know that the two words 'haoran', chosen by the Confucian saint, have a great meaning."

"To advance from the Fuyao realm to the Haoran realm, one must draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body. Sensing the energy is a crucial step, and it is also a barrier that keeps countless seekers out. The energy of heaven and earth is so complex, how can one unravel it and find the unique spiritual energy?"

"Poetry and prose that can resonate with people's emotions can make people feel spiritual energy! And magnificent and well-written poems and prose can even gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for people to practice. By the way, Confucianists generally call the spiritual energy of heaven and earth "Haoran Qi."

"Of course, Confucianism only provides an excellent method for cultivating this realm. It can even be said to be the best method I have ever seen. It is also the mainstream of the Xuanhuang Realm. Haha, at least it was like this before I left."

It laughed at itself.

"But the world of cultivation is so vast, there are so many talented people, and there are many different ways to cultivate Qi. Haoran Realm does not necessarily have to follow the Confucian path. Otherwise, how can you let other schools of thought deal with themselves?"

Zhao Rong listened with great interest. Although he didn't understand everything and was still a little confused, he at least got the general idea.

At the same time, I got a better understanding of Gui - it was very likely that it had once been a native of the Xuanhuang Realm, but later left this world due to ascension or other means.

"You said Qian'er might have manifested her natal flying sword. What's going on? Where is that flying sword? Why can't I see it?"

"The Fuyao Realm is the junction between sword cultivators, Taoist cultivators, and martial cultivators. Martial cultivators are another path, and the difference between sword cultivators and Taoist cultivators lies in whether they can manifest their natal flying sword when they are promoted to the Haoran Realm. This sword is above the heart lake of the sword cultivator, and it is not a physical entity, but it is the foundation of the great way, and it is the reliance of the sword cultivator to stand proudly at the top of the killing power list of thousands of cultivators."

Gui said proudly.

"Although that little girl is just a mediocre innate sword embryo in my eyes, it should be no problem for her to give birth to a natal flying sword."

Seeing its arrogant tone, Zhao Rong asked tentatively, "Are you also a sword cultivator?"

"Humph." Gui disdained to answer this question.

Zhao Rong smiled and said with emotion: "It seems that you were a decent person when you were alive."

“…”

It tasted it and immediately reacted, angrily: "How dare you, you brat! What are you capable of? You are just a useless person, a son-in-law, and you dare to tease me... Ahem, this seat!"

Zhao Rong was not panicked at all, and even found it interesting. Look how angry he was, he even blurted out ancient Chinese words.

Moreover, Zhao Rong recently discovered that although it was sharp-tongued and arrogant, the words it used to despise him were just a few, such as boy, waste, and son-in-law. He was tired of hearing them.

It is obvious at first glance that they have never gone deep into the masses of the people.

"Okay, okay, I'm a loser, I'm a son-in-law, please don't be angry. If you get so angry that you die, who will I talk to when I can't sleep in the middle of the night?"

"!!!"