Inside the Qinglianxuan courtyard.

It is located in a three-story building with tightly closed windows.

If you ignore it, you can see the counterclockwise stirring vortex of spiritual energy in the sky above your head with the naked eye, and the surprised gazes rapidly gathering from all directions.

Then the three-story building seemed no different from usual.

Ordinary and quiet.

There was a long red lacquer table in the building, which was a bit crowded.

Except for thirty-one spread-out pieces of flower-themed paper.

There are also fireworks in March, spring breeze in April, red beans in the south, and maple leaves in the north.

There are willows in the spring smoke, grass growing and warblers flying, returning people passing by, black hair and white hair...

Not long ago, Zhao Rong put pen to paper.

Concubine Zhao Ling saw all these various scenes on her desk.

It's a feast for the eyes.

The table looked like an April day on earth:

There are beautiful women smiling, there are fireworks ringing, but the red beans are bitter.

Then it was like late autumn in December:

The maple leaves are red, the west wind is cold, but the osmanthus flowers are sweet...

These were all written by him to express his longing for her.

Her husband's lovesickness was varied and varied, but Concubine Zhao Lingfei found them particularly adorable.

As lovely as the song "Shang Xie" which she regards as her dearest.

And now, there are a total of thirty-one love poems that have been included in the quality list.

Among them, there are four poems from Nanshan that reflect my realm!

Nine poems about falling flowers in the state of no self!

There are seventeen poems about falling flowers in my world!

All of them were placed on the red lacquered table where Concubine Zhao Lingfei usually fell asleep, and were being "lit up" one by one due to the gathering of spiritual energy from heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles.

"Think...Think innocent...Think innocent."

Zhao Lingfei murmured for a while with trembling lips, and then suddenly said in fear: "You, you are not allowed to write anymore."

She held Zhao Rong's hand as he was about to dip the brush into ink again, and stopped him from writing.

Zhao Rong looked up.

Zhao Lingfei's eyes were red as she glared at her husband: "Don't write anymore, you spendthrift husband."

Zhao Rong nodded and smiled brightly: "Okay, spendthrift woman."

Concubine Zhao Ling tried to widen her autumn eyes, her eyes sparkling: "You are the one who is wasting money. Why did you write so many cheesy love poems for me? They are so cheesy. I... I don't like them. Put them away quickly."

While she was fiercely scolding him, she even breathed carefully through her nose, as if she was afraid that if she accidentally inhaled a little more spiritual energy, she would have a mutual induction with these thirty-one high-grade love poems...

However, what made Zhao Lingfei unexpectedly happy was that this blue-gold dress given by her husband, whose use she had never known, could actually completely isolate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth after she had the intention to refuse the spiritual energy from entering her body. The extremely rich spiritual energy around her could not enter her body through her meridians at all. Zhao Lingfei only needed to control her breathing...

At this time, Zhao Rong blinked and hugged the Sword Fairy Lady who suddenly lost her temper into his arms.

Concubine Zhao Ling did not dare to look him in the eye. She looked away at the floor and sniffed, "Okay, I know you are capable. Okay, I know, you are not allowed to write anymore!"

Zhao Rong didn't respond, but whispered in her ear with a smile: "Prodigal woman."

"You! You still say that!"

Concubine Zhao Ling was about to cry because of him. She pushed the annoying guy's chest away with both hands, "Don't get close to me."

Zhao Rong held his warm and fragrant wife tightly and refused to let go. He shook his head and said, "I gave you the book Shang Xie before, but you kept it hidden away for no reason. You treated it like a treasure. You still treat it like a treasure now. If you don't take it, what else can you do but lose the family?"

Concubine Zhao Ling felt a little guilty, but she raised her chin and stubbornly defended herself, "What my husband gave me is mine. I'm just too lazy to use it. What's wrong with leaving it there? Humph, what's your business?"

She stretched out her leg and kicked Xiao Qian'er, who was looking at her with envy, and ordered, "Go and help me put away all the love poems on the table. We won't play with him anymore."

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head away, pretending to have sand in her eyes and rubbed the corners of her eyes with one finger. Then she turned her head back and showed the aura of a mistress, changing the subject: "Also, what about innocent thoughts or evil thoughts? Humph, they are all excuses. My husband was bad in the past, so he was bad. Don't use youth and ignorance as an excuse. Why didn't Qian'er and I learn bad things in the past?"

Xiao Qian'er nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "That's right." But under Zhao Rong's sidelong glance, the little girl who "definitely hasn't learned bad things" sounded a little guilty.

Concubine Zhao Ling thought she had frightened her husband.

Who would have thought that the husband who had been smiling quietly all the time would suddenly nod affirmatively: "I have no right to control you."

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Zhao Rong couldn't help but pinch the proud little chin of the woman in his arms, and pecked her wet red lips, just a light taste. She sipped the sweet saliva.

A certain mistress who was originally full of imposing manner suddenly had a flushed face and could hardly hold her composure.

"you……"

What made her even more embarrassed was what was to come.

Taking advantage of her shyness and distraction, Zhao Rong picked up Zhao Lingfei by the waist and placed her in the middle of the table which was filled with thirty-one love poems.

"What I gave you is indeed yours, but you are also mine." Zhao Rong said, and pressed forward, pressing his body against Zhao Lingfei's curvy and warm body. Then he gently patted her hips, nodded and smiled: "So do you think I can control you?"

Zhao Lingfei blushed and glared at him, "It's none of my business!"

She tried to push him away with her two small white hands, but for some reason, she had no strength in her hands. It might be the aftereffects of the pressure he put on her during the wedding night. As soon as her bones were pressed down by his strong body, they felt weak.

What made Zhao Lingfei feel strange next was that the man who was pressing her down suddenly stopped answering, and the smile on his face disappeared. He lowered his head and looked at her face seriously.

"You, what are you looking at?" Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but touch her burning cheeks. She didn't find anything on her face. She avoided his sight and continued to say stubbornly, "Do you know you are wrong? Okay, then don't make trouble again. For today's matter, I... I have forgiven you for most of it. The remaining half depends on your performance. You, you come down first. I want to put the poem away first. You are really a spendthrift husband..."

Zhao Rong reached out and tidied up the messy black hair on Concubine Zhao Ling's forehead and temples carefully.

Concubine Zhao Ling was slightly stunned as she watched his gentle movements.

After An Jing finished combing her hair, Zhao Rong carefully held her oval face in his palm, which had haunted his dreams for countless nights.

Her face had delicate curves and her skin was fair and smooth. When I held it in my hands, I felt warm.

Also, because she didn't dare to breathe in too much of the rich spiritual energy around her, the tiny breath she exhaled fell on Zhao Rong's face, making him feel slightly warm.

The atmosphere between the two people on the red lacquered table became quiet because of Zhao Rong's silence.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei waited for a while. The blush on her face, which was gently held by him, did not fade at all, but became even redder.

She asked quietly, "Why don't you speak?"

Zhao Rong looked at her carefully.

Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and shrank her neck, "Is it me..."

Zhao Rong suddenly rolled down from under Zhao Lingfei and no longer pressed her down. Instead, he lay on his back like Zhao Lingfei on the table filled with thirty-one high-quality love poems.

"Concubine Zhao Ling." he suddenly shouted.

"Hmm?" Zhao Lingfei turned her head curiously.

"Prodigal woman."

“…”

She turned to the right, her back facing him, not really wanting to pay attention to him.

The autumn-eyed woman at the table continued to think quietly about how to "hide" these love poems under her body. She didn't want to show them off to outsiders. It would be best if others didn't know about the goodness of the man that Princess Zhao Ling had chosen. She could hide them and look at them sweetly for a long, long time, during the time she was separated from him. As for using them, she didn't even think about it. The only thing that bothered her a little now was that there were too many love poems from Nanshan Pin, and it was difficult for her to hide them.

Hmm, why is this guy so annoying? Why did he write so many Nanshanpin for her... Concubine Zhao Ling's heart was both sad and sweet.

"Hey, you spendthrift woman." Zhao Rong called out softly again.

"Get out." Zhao Lingfei said without even turning her head.

The man behind her seemed to smile, then he also turned 90 degrees to the right, lying on his side with her, holding her slender and flexible waist and leaning against her curved back.

The man suddenly said, "Shang, evil."

Concubine Zhao Ling was stunned.

Zhao Rong hugged her from behind, picked up a piece of light pink flowered paper from the table, and placed it over her head in front of her eyes.

On the paper were lines of ink words that Zhao Lingfei was extremely familiar with.

This was the first love letter Zhao Rong gave her, and it was also a poem that accompanied her through countless sleepless nights. Her feelings for it were simply unforgettable.

Zhao Rong behind her paused for a moment, then whispered softly in her ear: "Shang Xie..."

This time, as if she finally realized something, Zhao Lingfei, who was pinned down by him and unable to turn around to avoid him, began to tremble all over. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to look at the eleven lines of ink words in front of her that were almost breaking through the paper and rushing into her heart.

However, Zhao Rong bit Concubine Zhao Ling's ear and recited the poem into her heart:

"...I want to know you, and live long and without end...The mountains will run dry, and the rivers will run dry...The thunder will roar in winter, and the snow will fall in summer...When heaven and earth unite, I will dare...to break up with you!"

Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body trembled more and more violently with her eyes closed when the last word from Zhao Rong's mouth fell into her ears.

Her defenses were broken.

The whole house was windy.

The flower-shaped paper with "Shang Xie" written on it seemed to be held up by a hand of a fairy in the sky, floating in the air. Grains of ink with elegant handwriting and extraordinary spirit fell from the paper, like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate, with crisp sounds of "ding ding dang dang", and fell on the body of a woman with her eyes closed on the table one by one.

The cyan-gold dress she was wearing suddenly lit up slightly.

The spiritual ink characters that were supposed to enter the cultivator's body freely through all the meridians in his body, now wandered around Zhao Lingfei's cyan and gold skirt for several circles like a child who couldn't find his way home.

Like an ant on hot pot, running around in circles in a panic.

Finally, a psychic ink character that wandered to the collar of the neck discovered an extra open 'door'...

A group of spiritual ink words "satisfied" poured into the "only open" brow chakra on Zhao Lingfei's body.

However, the changes in the house are far from over!

After completely letting go of her guard, Concubine Zhao Ling's skirt fluttered in the wind.

It seems like some kind of mysterious connection was established.

There are thirty poems left on the table, whether they are from Nanshan or Luohua; whether they have absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and completely "lit up", or are being lit up...

All the poems floated up at the same time, and countless lines of bright and shining ink characters began to rush towards the beautiful woman who was quietly closing her eyes in the air.

To infuse the surging spiritual energy into her meridians and dantian.

But at this moment, the Frost Sky Dawn Horn on Zhao Lingfei's body began to shine brightly, like a huge cyan gold sun rising in the house.

The scene that happened when "Shang Xie" entered her body just now happened again, but this time it was on a larger scale. Even the four Nanshan poems that were blessed by the spirit of heaven and earth could not penetrate this cyan-gold skirt and directly enter her meridians and dantian.

Hence, the thirty poems headed by the four Nanshan poems turned around, carrying a vast amount of spiritual energy and all kinds of strange visions, and crashed into Zhao Lingfei's brow chakra.

Inside, there was a lonely, dilapidated, half-ruined lotus pond.

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