Zhao Rong opened the love letter placed at the front of the table.

It’s “Shang Xie”.

In a sense, this was his first love letter to Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

Zhao Rong used his fingers to separate the folded paper raft.

He folded it again and put it back on the table.

Zhao Rong looked up: "Why not?"

The Mountain Climbing Chapter, the Falling Flowers Chapter, the Falling Flowers Chapter, the Non-Self-Realm Chapter, the South Mountain Chapter, the South Mountain Chapter… This is the ascending order of the quality of the poems.

And this song "Shang Xie" is still a fallen flower piece, with almost no loss of spiritual energy.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked away.

"I don't want to use it." He made an excuse.

Zhao Rong looked at her for a while, lowered his head, reopened the paper raft with "Shang Xie" written on it, and spread it flat on the table.

The aura of this rare poem about fallen flowers began to permeate the room.

"You...you better be careful."

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but speak, and subconsciously stretched her hand forward to stop it, "Don't fold it."

Xiao Qian'er next to her stretched her neck to take a look and slightly twitched her nose.

This love letter is the young lady's favorite. If she looks at it for a second longer, she feels as if a piece of meat is missing.

Zhao Rong ignored him and continued to open the love letters.

Spread it out and place it in front of the two women one by one.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head.

"Qing Jun."

"Hmm?" Zhao Lingfei raised her eyes curiously.

The man in front of the table rolled up his sleeves, picked up a brush and held it in the air.

Below are a few love letters with fragments spread out.

"Did I promise you something before the Great Separation?" He asked himself and nodded, "Yes, it's the truth."

Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er looked at each other and realized that he was still thinking about the topic of "why he is so proficient in certain things".

Concubine Zhao Ling put her hand over his mouth and said, "Alright, you are not allowed to mention that again."

Zhao Rong shook his head.

"I want to tell you something." He smiled brightly at her and said, "In fact, your husband Zhao Ziyu is not a gentleman. Of course, I have never been to any brothel or bar before, nor have I experienced many other women as you guessed. On the contrary, except for the accident in the Dali Underground Palace, I have only had you, Qian'er and Xiaoxiao in my life so far. You are all my, Zhao Ziyu's, experiences."

"I know you must want to ask me why I am so skilled. It's because I wasn't the gentleman you imagined. In my spare time, I read...read a lot of works by skilled predecessors and...read 'Flowers in the Mirror and Moons in the Water' which easily makes me sweat."

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip: "Senior with skills?"

Xiao Qian'er tilted her head, "The Mirror Flower and Water Moon that easily sweats?"

They could understand each word of the words uttered by their husband separately, but when put together, it was confusing.

"What's technical?"

"What is easy sweating?"

The two girls couldn't help but ask.

“…cough cough”

Zhao Rong coughed twice and looked down.

The words were a little implicit. "It's just... it's the 'mirage of the times' when a skilled senior teaches a technique that is easy to make one sweat, and it can be observed and learned by the younger generation who are eager to learn..."

Zhao Lingfei: “……???”

Xiao Qian'er: "......!!!"

Just as the two girls' eyes were wide open and they were about to make the word "pervert" with their mouths.

Zhao Rong quickly grabbed their little hands and said seriously:

"I haven't seen much, but I admit that I have seen a lot. However, before you, I have never practiced it with others. At most, I think about it to kill time when I am bored."

"And I want to emphasize that everything I said above happened before I came to Duyou City to meet you."

Zhao Rong looked at the two girls with blushing cheeks in front of him with sincere eyes and clarified seriously.

Xiao Qian'er was dumbfounded and couldn't help muttering, "Well, Qian'er at most secretly looked at the comic books of the senior sisters... Brother Rong'er, you actually looked directly at the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water." She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in, "Flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water... There are actually such bad people using them!"

The little girl thought that the 'mirror flowers and water moons' that Zhao Rong talked about were really from this world... In fact, from what Zhao Rong had seen and heard, this world should not have developed such uses that are not suitable for children, otherwise his bad friend Fan Yushu would definitely tell him.

However, Zhao Rong was staring at Qingjun, who had his mouth slightly open but couldn't say anything, and he didn't turn around to explain to Xiao Qian'er.

Anyway, the situation is similar, no matter whether it is in the past life or this life, in the eyes of his two innocent childhood sweethearts, Brother Rong'er's glorious and tall image must have collapsed a lot. It is possible that they still have the aggrieved and sad feelings of having met the wrong person, being deceived into the family, and having the rice cooked for them.

Zhao Lingfei's neck was covered with a red glow, her autumn eyes were wide open, and she stuttered and asked him:

"You, you, have you been led astray by someone? Have you made some bad friends? Otherwise, how could...how could you watch such dirty things? How could you..."

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was extremely conservative in character, was still trying her best to find excuses and offer help to her childhood sweetheart.

Zhao Rong was about to nod, but then paused and looked seriously at his wife who was expecting him to nod.

He knew that she had always viewed their childhood sweetheart relationship as pure and beautiful as a fairy tale, and did not want anything improper. The same was true for him, of course, and she expected him to have the glorious image of an upright gentleman.

then,

Zhao Rong chose to shake his head.

"It's not all because of my bad friends. It accounts for... a large part, I think. A small part is also due to my own reasons. Ahem, I..."

He paused, and smiled at Zhao Lingfei, whose pretty face was slightly stunned: "I am not the kind of gentleman you always think I am. I also have humble sentiments."

The air became quiet.

Concubine Zhao Ling kept looking at him and suddenly asked:

"Why are you telling me these truths?"

Zhao Rong looked down at the love letter spread out on the table.

"Because I feel the need to be honest with you. Before you foolishly asked me that question not long ago, I had no idea that you actually imagined me to be so innocent and serious."

It seemed that she remembered her embarrassed and annoyed look not long ago when she held the quilt and asked him why he was so skillful.

He smiled as he stood in front of the table.

The hand holding the pen dropped and began to write, while he continued to laugh and curse softly, "You, sometimes you are so smart and evil, and sometimes you are such a fool, but... your foolishness is surprisingly cute."

At this moment, the first incomplete sentence on the table that caught Zhao Rong's eyes was: I look at the sky in the morning and the clouds in the evening. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit.

He immediately started writing, adding the following sentences:

[The rain hits the pear blossoms and I close the door. I am wasting my youth. Who can I share this joyful experience with? I am in ecstasy under the flowers, in ecstasy under the moon... My eyebrows are furrowed with worry all day long, with thousands of tear marks, tens of thousands of tear marks... I look at the sky in the morning and the clouds in the evening. I miss you when I walk and when I sit.]

So inside the boudoir, on the desk, a poem about falling flowers and the state of selflessness appeared in front of the two girls' eyes.

It is a song called "Yi Jian Mei".

The man who was writing showed no signs of stopping.

"But I still have to tell you the truth, you idiot. I want to tell you that I am not the perfect husband you imagined. I want to tell you what kind of living person I am and show it to you. This is called knowing each other..."

He continued to speak and write.

The second fragment of the sentence in front of me is: There is no way to get rid of this feeling, it has just left my brow, but it still remains in my heart.

So he wrote it down in one stroke:

[The red lotus root fragrance fades, the jade mat is cold in autumn. I take off my silk dress and go on the orchid boat alone...Who sent me the brocade letter from the clouds? When the wild geese return, the moon is full in the west building...The flowers fall and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of idle worries...There is no way to eliminate this feeling, it just leaves my brow, but it stays in my heart.]

The radiant light that was almost overflowing from the boudoir and trying to break through the protective barrier of Qinglianxuan had now been told to Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qianer in an extremely straightforward manner.

This is a poem...a poem about Nanshan and my own state of mind.

It is a divine product spoken of by the people on the mountain of Wangquezhou. It can easily help a perfect cultivator in the Haoran Realm who has developed empathy to enter the Tianzhi Realm.

Zhao Rong still held the pen, looking down, not looking at the wonderful reactions of Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er at the moment... because the two women seemed to have discovered in shock that he, who had already casually made up two love poems for them, and each of them was of divine quality, was turning his head to look at the dozens of fragments at the back, with no intention of stopping at all...

"Oh, Qingjun Qian'er, I forgot to tell you that what I just said was about my past self, before I came to Duyou City to return the jade to Qingjun."

"And after I return the jade to you..."

He lowered his head and spoke softly, his eyes sweeping over the remaining sentences on the last two love letters:

A sentence 'Exquisite dice and red beans, do you know how deep my love for you is?'

One sentence: "I wish to win the heart of one person and stay with him till we grow old together."

"...After that, I never paid any more attention to those illusory things or those improper things again!"

Zhao Rong nodded and started writing.

Another poem "Nanshan Appreciates the State of Self" and another poem "Falling Flowers Appreciates the State of No Self" appeared on the table.

Including the first poem "Shang Xie", within just a few dozen breaths, there were already five poems of high quality on Concubine Zhao Ling's desk!

The two girls looked at him blankly.

Zhao Rong suddenly looked up and smiled sincerely: "I finally understand why our Confucian sage teacher put the Guanju poem, which describes the courtship of a man and a woman, at the first place when he compiled the Book of Songs."

Word for word, "Because, thoughts are pure!"

He pointed at the dozens of love poems on the table and said, "Even though I miss you like crazy and think about you day and night, my heart can no longer contain any dirty thoughts. I still think of you innocently!"

The words fell.

The man lowered his head and wrote furiously.

Take a break, a total of thirty-one love poems were born in Qinglianxuan.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of thirty miles rushed towards the Qinglianxuan building frantically.

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