If Duyou City is a shining pearl inlaid on the coast of the North Sea of ​​Wangquezhou.

Then the four Taiqing prefectures in Wangquezhou are the jewels in the crown of Duyou City.

West City is cheap, East City is expensive.

Of course, the so-called "cheap" is just a relative and derogatory word.

But it is true that East City, where clans, noble families and businesses gather, is expensive.

Those who do not have a residence in the city need a considerable amount of spirit stones to enter and exit East City, and the Four Palaces of Taiqing are like a pearl inlaid on the edge of East City, directly spanning the inside and outside.

The North Gate faces the city.

The South Gate faces outside the city.

Students in the prefecture can enter and leave freely.

It’s just past morning and the autumn sun is shining brightly.

There was a constant stream of people in front of the mansion.

There were elite students in the prefecture dressed in snow-white prefecture uniforms, members of aristocratic families looking for their relatives and delivering letters, and young men and women from all over the continent who came here to admire the reputation of the prefecture.

Occasionally, there would be a lively drama of traveling thousands of miles to find relatives and seek revenge.

However, those who can enter and exit the Nanfu Gate freely are the focus of the eyes of passers-by.

At the beginning of the busy morning, the sight of handsome men and beautiful women inside the South Gate was dazzling.

They are all first-class talents.

These students of Taiqing Prefecture, no matter how they were placed in the dynasties at the foot of Wangquezhou Mountain, were all seeds of cultivation that far surpassed their peers.

The only thing that could make them slightly suppress their chins and raise their jaws as they stepped out of the threshold was the Taiqing Tianjiao List in front of the Nan Mansion, which was covered with bright sunlight.

After a man from the mansion stepped out of the gate, he stopped before leaving and glanced at the row of dazzling short sentences carved on the towering bluestone list.

There were also students who turned around, looked at the North Sea, and took a deep breath of the sea breeze.

Slightly bloody smell.

I heard that several chambers of commerce controlled by some of the largest families in the city have gathered monks and are hunting migrating sea beasts in groups in the depths of the North Sea.

Furthermore, the flower mountain in East City today is a brilliant scarlet color.

Monks or civilians who have stayed in Duyou City for a long time are accustomed to going out or opening the window every day to look at the secluded mountain in the city that is full of purple flowers.

If it is bright and lively colors, it will inevitably brighten your mood at the beginning of the day.

Outside the South Gate of the Four Prefectures of Taiqing, the students of the Junjie Prefecture who were entering and leaving at this time were no exception.

Most of them turned their heads habitually, ready to take a look at the secluded mountains.

However, they stopped halfway through turning their heads.

The students and passers-by turned their heads to the other side without any connection, looking at the "color" that appeared in the middle of the road ahead that was extremely difficult to ignore.

A woman was walking calmly on the road.

A pair of narrow eyes are as bright as the autumn water in December.

There is a faint teardrop mole under the eye as rumored.

But what is most eye-catching about her now is not just the name that instantly pops up in everyone's mind.

It's a dress.

It is a pure turquoise color.

A color that is as noble and luxurious as an emperor.

It is extremely rare to see it up and down the mountain.

The feeling Zhao Rong had when he first saw the mythical Li girl wearing the 'Frosty Sky Dawn Horn' on the mythological murals in various places in Dali was almost exactly the same as that of the people who were stopped at this moment.

The bright color on the gray and white mural is neither green nor blue, which is very impressive.

It was not until Zhao Rong saw the real Frost Sky Dawn Horn on the transparent woman in the ruins of Wangquezhou that he realized that there really were such mythical clothes in this world.

This was not the era of highly developed material living standards like in his previous life, but the era of immortal heroes with extremely low and backward productivity. Even with the incredible cultivation system, it did nothing to improve the productivity of most of the indigenous people...

Zhao Rong didn't know what material the Frost Sky Dawn Horn that the mythical woman left to him was made of.

But just looking at its eye-catching colors at this moment, you can see how strange it is.

The speed of the flow of people in front of the four gates of Taiqing Prefecture.

It slowed down visibly.

The originally sunny morning was filled with the noisy atmosphere of heavy traffic.

It was also dropping at an audible speed.

In fact, the one who was not much better than the people who were looking at her sideways at this moment was Concubine Zhao Lingfei herself.

She was also somewhat curious about the dress she was wearing.

In fact, Concubine Zhao Lingfei didn't really like this feeling of being the center of attention, and didn't like having her every move being watched by others.

Because she had endured enough on a daily basis, even her personality became cold.

And now, after putting on this dress which surprisingly fits her well.

There were more stares from others.

Therefore, in the past, Concubine Zhao Ling liked to wear low-key and plain clothes or official clothes.

but,

This piece of blue-gold clothing made of strange material was given by him.

He gave it to her, so she put it on.

The crowd in front of the mansion gate made way for them tacitly.

Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er, who rushed back from Dali overnight, walked straight through the relatively quiet and orderly crowd.

Zhao Rong entered Taiqing Mansion under the guidance of the two women.

That's not right. Rather than saying that Zhao Rong was brought in by them, it would be better to say that Zhao Rong, a person from outside the palace, directly led the two young sword-immortals Qingmei and quickly "broke" into Taiqing Palace.

Zhao Rong, dressed in elegant white, walked in front, holding their hands.

He walked past the students without looking around.

Concubine Zhao Ling let him lead her and stared at his back.

Xiao Qian'er looked down at the cyan-gold dress that Brother Rong'er had given her. Occasionally, the little girl couldn't help but reach out to touch the feather-light fabric.

The three of them walked straight into the mansion without anyone noticing, and their steps were quite fast. They soon disappeared from the sight of the people in front of the door.

The students and passers-by turned around slowly and looked at each other in surprise.

After a while, the bustling noise of traffic in front of the Nanfu Gate rose again, and the atmosphere returned to normal...

Inside Taiqing Palace.

"My husband, just go and take care of your own business. You are also busy with the college exams, so you don't have to send us back to Qinglianxuan in person."

"I want to go in and sit down and talk a little more."

"Then why are you in such a hurry?"

"There are some things I don't want to delay for a moment."

"You can say it here."

"No, go to Qinglianxuan."

On the way to Nanci Academy, Zhao Rong walked in front and Zhao Lingfei walked behind, and the two asked and answered each other casually.

The former walked in a hurry, without wasting a moment.

Concubine Zhao Ling was slightly puzzled and looked around, wondering if he had anything to say that would require him to go to Qinglianxuan before he could say it.

Not long ago in Dali, Zhao Rong suddenly said that he wanted to give her another gift. Later, he took out this cyan gold dress and asked her to put it on, and then returned together.

Concubine Zhao Ling asked curiously, "Is 'Frosty Sky Dawn Horn' its name?"

"Um."

"It sounds nice... where did you get it from, husband?"

"In the secret place where Luo Xiu saved me."

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Does it belong to Miss Luoxiu?"

"No. She ran away without even seeing me. I didn't even have the chance to thank her... I got this from that secret place myself. The process was quite tortuous."

Zhao Rong said that enough is enough.

He thought of the 'little red flower' that the mysterious woman gave him when they first met, and the atmosphere of their childhood sweethearts. In addition, the Jiutian Han Palace flower that was stained red by Qingjun's blood on their wedding day flashed through his mind.

So the man smiled and said, "I think it is meant for you."

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at her husband and didn't ask any more questions out of curiosity.

She was quiet for a while, lightly lifted her hair, and looked away: "Thank you, I like this gift very much..."

"No." Zhao Rong shook his head, "This is not the gift I said I would give you."

He nodded seriously and said, "I accidentally tore your white Xiaoyao Mansion sword suit last night. This is to compensate you."

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Zhao Rong promised again: "Next time I play that game, I will be more gentle."

Zhao Lingfei lightly shook off the arm he was holding and glared at him: "You still bring it up!"

Zhao Rong blinked.

"Well, no wonder Qian'er didn't have it." Little Qian'er, who was eavesdropping on the side, muttered.

The little girl suddenly hugged Zhao Rong's arm and said, "Brother Rong'er, next time, don't take it off slowly. Just tear it off with force, okay? I want a piece of this dress, too. Hehe, the color is really good~"

Zhao Rong: “…”

At this moment, Zhao Rong, with his mouth twitching, suddenly raised his eyelids.

Then he muttered, "I can even bump into this? What luck... or does this young master really have an aura of attraction..."

Walking in front holding the two ladies' hands, he lowered his eyes and shook his head.

Not far ahead of them, they saw a group of "acquaintances" walking towards them.

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