There was silence on the field.

"Haha, what a joke, do you think it's possible? If Zhao Ziyu can really get this kind of stuff, why doesn't he drink it himself first?" You Fusheng spoke first.

"That's right. Maybe Concubine Zhao Lingfei herself is trying to flatter her husband, the son-in-law. This cup of wine that looks like summer insect wine might have been given to her by the eccentric shopkeeper because she was lucky or because the senior valued her talent." Junior Sister Han shook her head.

The students in the government office calmed down and shook their heads and laughed.

"Senior Sister Zhao's luck has always been one of the best in the mansion, between that of Senior Brother Qianyi and Uncle Zhong."

"Yes, what kind of wine is this that can make a sword cultivator's flying sword directly upgrade to the first-class level? Only Senior Sister Zhao can have the blessing to encounter such a top-level opportunity, eh..."

Everyone's tone was filled with envy and regret, and no one mentioned the Confucian scholar named Zhao again, as if they were subconsciously avoiding him.

"Uh, really...that's right." Fu Sheng, who first brought up this matter, hesitated for a moment, nodded, and followed everyone.

Ji Qian had a blank expression on his face.

It was quiet the whole time.

The taciturn servant turned around and glanced in the direction where Zhao Rong left.

…

Zhao Rong took Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er all the way to Nanci Jingshe.

It attracted a lot of attention on the way, but it did not slow down Zhao Rong's pace.

He walked ahead and came to the courtyard where Qinglianxuan was located.

"Be careful, I'm coming."

Concubine Zhao Ling took the lead, stepped to the gate of the courtyard, and opened the protection barrier.

The last time Zhao Rong came here was to send Zhao Lingfei home in the middle of the night. The two hugged and kissed outside the yard, but Zhao Rong did not enter the yard.

The ban was lifted and the gate opened automatically.

Zhao Rong walked past Zhao Lingfei, pulled her and Xiao Qianer up, and went straight into the hospital.

There are three elegant houses in the courtyard, and on the west side there is an exquisite small building surrounded by flower gardens.

Zhao Rong saw the boudoir desk in the half-closed west window of the exquisite little building. He led them directly through the flower path, climbed up to the boudoir building, and entered Qingjun's boudoir.

A cool and pungent fragrance wafted towards me.

Zhao Rong didn't look around, he led them directly to the desk, then turned around to close the west window.

Xiao Qian'er blinked her eyes, and very obediently took the initiative to tidy up the desk, clearing the surface of the table. She even pinched her chin and looked around, trying to find a tablecloth to put under her...

"Husband, what are you...going to do?"

Concubine Zhao Ling blushed slightly when she saw the tacit cooperation between the two.

Especially Xiao Qian'er, who seemed to be very experienced with desk scenes... The little girl even knocked on the table legs in front of her, as if testing whether the table was stable. The little girl muttered something, then turned over, sat on it with her little butt, and twisted her waist... The table was indeed very stable, not even shaking.

Concubine Zhao Ling's pretty face turned even redder. She pulled Zhao Rong's hand, which was connected to hers, and said lightly, "It's broad daylight, I won't play around with you..."

Despite this, the gate of Qinglianxuan below was still closed without wind, and some kind of restriction blocking the view outside the courtyard was activated.

Of course, the figure of a diligent and responsible Grade A swordsman also appeared at the gate downstairs at the right time. It was all the master's task.

Xiao Qian'er pulled the young lady towards the desk and winked at her.

Concubine Zhao Ling glared at her, as if to say...you are the one who spoils him the most!

However, what neither of them expected was that after Zhao Rong closed the window, he turned around and said, "Qingjun, where are the love letters I wrote to you in Taiqing Mansion? Take them all out."

Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er were both stunned. They looked at each other at first, and then looked at the calm expression of their common husband in front of them.

"What are you going to do?" asked Zhao Lingfei.

"Take it out first." Zhao Rong said softly.

Concubine Zhao Ling was silent for a moment, then nodded gently, "Okay."

She walked silently to the bookshelf, tiptoed and took out a large book from a wooden grid.

The cover is blue and black, and the book is as thick as a fist.

Xiao Qianer took a look and muttered that it was no wonder that she had tried to look for it secretly before but couldn't find it. Why did the young lady guard against her like a thief...

Zhao Rong extended his hand to Xiao Qian'er, who took his hand and lightly jumped off the table to make room for him.

Concubine Zhao Ling held the big book, returned to the desk and placed it on the table.

She lowered her brows and bit her lip, then opened the book with her bare hands and took out the love letters hidden in the book one by one.

Xiao Qian'er stretched out her little hand to touch it, but was slapped by her bare hand, and was hit back with a crisp sound on the back of her little hand.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at Qingjun who was taking the things gently.

She treated them with care.

Soon, love letters were placed on the table between the three of them.

Love letters are mostly written on light pink paper, a kind of elegant and precious flower-shaped paper used in study.

Zhao Rong also discovered that they were all placed in a certain order by a certain hand. He was stunned for a moment before he slowly guessed that this should be the order in which he gave the love letters to her.

He actually couldn't quite remember some of those love letters.

after all,

There is a lot of writing.

but,

She remembered it all.

Zhao Rong suddenly grabbed Zhao Lingfei's hand which was about to be raised.

Hold on tight.

Concubine Zhao Ling was stared at by him for a while, and subconsciously turned her head away.

“What are you…doing…”

She whispered, running her slender fingers through her hair.

Zhao Rong turned around and opened the love letters on the table one by one.

These were the love letters that Zhao Rong had written to Concubine Zhao Lingfei when he was with Mr. Yan and his fellow brothers in Taiqing Mansion just after he reconciled with Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

Every day, rain or shine, it was delivered to Nanci Jingshe, except for the time when he was out for Li Ji Jianwan's matter and asked someone to deliver it for him...

In each love letter, in addition to a few straightforward love words spoken by Zhao Rong to Concubine Zhao Ling, there is also a "half poem" attached.

That’s right, half a song.

Because... they are all incomplete.

They were all fragments of love poems in his mind, with fragments of words picked out.

Because Zhao Rong had just reunited with Concubine Zhao Lingfei in Duyou City, and during the time he was pursuing her in Taiqing Mansion, her voice, appearance and smile were almost all in his mind every day.

It is difficult for Zhao Rong to describe this state when one is just beginning to fall in love.

Sometimes he would suddenly think of her when walking on the road in the early morning, sometimes he could not help being absent-minded when listening to a class in the school, and sometimes, when reading late at night, his eyes would unconsciously wander from the words in the book and he could not help looking out the window at the dark night...

At these times, in addition to the plain love words he wrote in the love letters, some love poems that he had memorized or seen in his previous life would often quietly emerge in Zhao Rong's mind.

He couldn't help chewing and muttering.

Zhao Rong felt that these fragments of sentences that came to his mind were very consistent with his lovesick and melancholy mood.

I can't help myself.

So she wrote them together with his "earthy love words" in the love letters she sent to Concubine Zhao Lingfei every morning.

Moreover, they are all fragments and not complete. He just wrote whatever he thought of and expressed his feelings.

So sentence after sentence, letter after letter, accumulated day by day.

Now they are piled on Qingjun's desk.

Looking back now, these fragments of love poems are all time-tested and widely circulated quatrains from Zhao Rong's previous life.

For example, "I am too lazy to look back at the flowers, half because of my cultivation and half because of you."

For example, 'I only wish your heart is like mine, I will never let you down.'

Another example is "I will never regret my clothes getting looser and looser, I will become haggard for her."

At that time, he was indeed madly in love with Qingjun, and these eternal love poems and quatrains were free of charge and fell on her love letter raft.

Zhao Rong was not worried that they would be lost outside, because he was the only one who could complete this world.

As for the complete forms of these love poems and quatrains, they are undoubtedly considered to be good poems.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was a little unsure about the rank of some of these famous poems...

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