Just a while ago, Zhao Rong left Qinglianxuan silently.

In the boudoir, the woman with a drastic change in her heart suddenly opened her eyes. She did not see someone, so she looked around hurriedly, then lifted up her cyan-gold skirt with both hands and ran downstairs without caring about her image.

The graceful figure in the cyan-gold dress ran while ignoring the crowds of people surrounding her and her senior sister who was smiling and trying to get close to her.

The thirty-one poems that were circling around her had no time to hide and left Qinglianxuan directly and ran towards the gate of Nanci Jingshe.

In the golden sunlight near noon, half of the poems were still lighting up one by one on the paper rafts among the flowers around the running woman.

Every time a complete poem is formed, ink words will appear on the paper and sink into the woman's slightly frowned brows.

And these thirty-one poems seemed to be tailor-made for her, no matter they were already lit up, with ink characters shining with golden light already entering between her eyebrows; or they were not fully lit up, and were madly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; they were all very close to the beautiful figure in cyan and gold, and followed her closely.

Thus, the beautiful figure in cyan and golden color on the road looked like a moving eye of a storm.

The spiritual siphon effect produced by Nanshan, which has not yet been completely lit up, and the poetry of Luohua is centered on her.

Wherever she ran, the violent spiritual energy waves she created were carried there...

In the eyes of the students in Nanci Jingshe, this scene was simply magnificent:

The autumn-eyed woman running away recklessly, the fluttering sleeves of the cyan-gold fairy dress, and the 31 golden poems containing the Nanshan Divine Artifact...

For a moment.

Concubine Zhao Ling, running with her skirt lifted, became the most beautiful and eye-catching scenery in Nanci Jingshe and even in the four Taiqing palaces today.

It's just that the person involved didn't realize it at all.

Or rather, she was not interested in this kind of limelight at all.

Now, she only has one thing in her eyes and mind...

"Husband! Wait for me!"

The woman's autumn eyes were filled with tears. She called out urgently and ran out of the gate of Nanci Jingshe.

"Wow!" When Zhao Lingfei's figure just appeared inside the door, a wave of surprise suddenly rose among the group of male students gathered outside the door.

And after she uttered this second urgent cry, the roar of the entire audience seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand!

The atmosphere gradually quieted down.

And then... everything was silent.

Almost all the male students at the door were staring at the graceful figure running out.

Zhao Rong looked back.

The crowded crowd behind him was separating in the middle like flowing water.

Concubine Ling of Zhao threw herself into Zhao Rong's arms like a young swallow.

In an instant, he felt the softness and warmth of jade filling his heart.

It feels like entering a paradise.

"Husband...husband!"

Zhao Rong's chest felt the rise and fall of his wife's breasts.

"Don't be so rough, speak slower." He looked helplessly at the 'envious, jealous and hateful' gazes around him, whispered in her ear, then raised his hand to hug this 'spendthrift woman' and gently patted her back.

"Why are you running away?" Zhao Lingfei deliberately stepped on the back of his feet with both feet, rested her white pointed chin on his shoulder, and asked with her lips bitten.

She hugged the prodigal husband tightly with both hands, wishing she could completely bury herself in his warm and thick chest so that he would never be able to slip away again.

"I'm afraid you'll beat me when you wake up... ahem, I have something to do in the academy, so I'll leave first. Isn't Qian'er here to watch over me?" Zhao Rong said seriously.

Zhao Lingfei pretended to casually wipe the corners of her eyes that had been filled with tears, adjusted her state, and blew a sweet breeze into Zhao Rong's ear. The latter felt his ears itchy, and then he only heard her soft and slightly hoarse voice:

"Hmph, what's this excuse? You just did a good thing for me, and now you want to be 'irresponsible' and just walk away?"

Zhao Rong said bitterly: "How dare I..."

"You still don't dare? You almost ran away just now, and I still have something to say to you..."

"You can talk to Qian'er first."

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded: "Oh, then I will live with Qian'er from now on."

Zhao Rong shook his head shamelessly and seriously: "No, that won't work. Last time I checked your and Qian'er's horoscopes, you are missing me."

Concubine Zhao Ling stamped her feet and said in a low voice, "You are so shameless."

"Hiss~" Zhao Rong's toes were stepped on and he took a breath of cold air, but when he glanced away, he saw that his wife was smiling happily and her pretty face was red...

The couple, who had just finished their wedding night not long ago, were hugging each other and whispering to each other without any sense of being affectionate, which filled the mouths of the male and female students who were watching around with plenty of dog food.

What was even more fatal was that because of the silence in the entire place at this moment, almost every word of Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei's whispers fell into their ears.

This is not just a whisper, it's a "terrorist attack-style" show of affection.

This was a fatal blow to some of the male students in the crowd.

At the edge of the crowd, there were already some students who could not bear it anymore and were leaving one by one, but most of them stayed where they were, mainly because they had not yet fully understood the specific changes that had taken place in Zhao Lingfei, and the thirty-one strange poetry rafts that were swirling and leaping beside her... They all seemed to be good-quality poems, and some of them were of the Nanshan quality!

The pupils of many well-informed students shrank.

This is a rare Nanshan product. For a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of Haoran Realm, being able to successfully sense a poem can lead to the advancement to Tianzhi Realm. This is an aid to breaking through the realm that many people in the prefecture dream of. Unfortunately, Nanshan poems are not only rare in Confucian academies, but it is even more difficult to sense the emotions in the poems...

And now, there seemed to be... four people around Concubine Zhao Ling, closely surrounding her.

In the crowd, Junior Sister Han and several students who had sarcastically asserted that Zhao Lingfei's breakthrough was in danger not long ago, were stunned and speechless. Some of them had their faces turning pale and blue.

Junior Sister Han was a little afraid to turn around to look at Senior Brother Ji's expression. Although she had heard the man's sudden rapid breathing beside her, she... did not dare to turn her head at all.

A quiet and dull servant behind Ji Qian looked at the handsome scholar who was hugging the powerful girl who could easily surpass his master.

Not all of the people watching the excitement were fed up with dog food and had mixed feelings. There were also some seniors who were free-spirited or already had lovers, and some older deacons who had hurried over. When they saw this young couple showing off their love in public, most of them shook their heads and smiled knowingly.

At this time, Zhao Lingfei was also roughly aware of the silent atmosphere on the field, as well as the many different gazes.

She restrained the involuntary curling of the beautiful corners of her lips and her two delicate curved eyebrows.

Concubine Zhao Ling stepped on the instep of her husband's feet, stood on tiptoe, and raised her head, trying to touch his forehead.

However, she is tall among women, and still a little inferior to men.

Fortunately, Zhao Rong was tactful and lowered his head in time. Before his wife could pinch his waist, he moved his forehead forward and pressed it hard against her smooth forehead.

Concubine Zhao Ling hugged his waist and said in her heart: "I have something to tell you."

Zhao Rong, who had temporarily hidden himself, asked tentatively: "How about we go to a place where there are no people? There are too many people here..."

"What's the big deal? Could it be... that you're afraid that your lover will see you and get jealous?"

“…”

Zhao Rong said in embarrassment: "How can I have any lovers? As your husband, I only have you, Qian'er and Xiaoxiao. This is all I have in my heart."

"Oh, then let me say it here. My husband wrote me this love poem, and I just want to take it out and let it bask in the sun."

“……” Zhao Rong was speechless.

He felt that his wife was holding a grudge in the little notebook.

Just now at Qinglianxuan, Concubine Zhao Lingfei was reluctant to use up the high-quality love poems he gave her. She was unwilling to absorb even a trace of their spiritual energy. She wanted to preserve them intact so that they would belong to her alone.

But Zhao Rong's sudden 'sneak attack' broke Nian Shi's defenses, leading to the current situation...

Now, Concubine Zhao Ling has completely changed her mind. Since she has nothing to lose, she is not afraid of her love poem being exposed.

On the contrary, she now wished that everyone in Taiqing Mansion knew that her husband, Concubine Zhao Lingfei, had written thirty-one love poems for her, and they were all sincere and heartfelt love poems of the highest quality, some of which were even divine!

Concubine Zhao Ling, who used to be dull in character, decided to be "generous" today and show off her husband.

Well, it's true. Compared with the "showing off herself" that Zhao Lingfei had never been interested in before, showing off her own man seemed to bring her a special sense of comfort and joy. No wonder those senior sisters who had lovers liked to get together and "scold" their men. Well, she was indeed young and not very sensible before... Zhao Lingfei tilted her head slightly.

Zhao Rong had no idea that his wife's ideas had taken a 180-degree turn, and he just thought she was just speaking in anger.

He changed the subject, "You haven't told me yet, what do you want to tell me?"

"Close your eyes and look into my Ajna Chakra."

"No." Zhao Rong shook his head. "Heart Lake is a place of great importance. You can't let anyone in, including me."

"If it's my husband, then it's fine. I...I will only open it to you. I won't allow Qian'er." Concubine Zhao Ling hugged the man in front of her, pressed her forehead against his, and whispered in her heart: "Just don't bully me and don't peek at the little secrets under the water of my heart lake. There are some girl's thoughts and feelings that I can't tell you. I...I'm shy. Just take a look at my heart lake, it's okay."

"If you don't go then, I will definitely not be able to help but see your little secret thoughts and see if you think there are other men more handsome than me, your husband..." Zhao Rong joked.

"What nonsense are you talking about! You are the only man in my heart. You are the most handsome, you are the ugliest, you are the best, and you are also the most annoying!"

"I'm sorry, I was just joking."

"You...if you dare to make such a hurtful joke to me again, I will...I will..."

Zhao Rong shrank his neck and waited for a while, but no follow-up sound came. He asked tentatively: "You just...what?"

Concubine Zhao Ling hesitated for a long time, but couldn't think of any effective punishment she could give. For a moment, she was extremely annoyed that she was useless and deserved to be bullied by him.

Concubine Zhao Ling gritted her teeth and said angrily, "I will not give birth to a son for you!"

Zhao Rong: “…”

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