i have a sword fairy

Chapter 169 I Want to Know You
Zhao Rong's shout attracted many people to turn their heads.

It's just that get out of class was just over at this time, and the Four Seasons Hall was very noisy, and the crowd dispersed, and the "Qing Jun" was heard by no one, so it was unknown that it was Zhao Lingfei's boudoir name. The blue lotus under the moon just now listened to the class together.

However, someone still saw it.

Zhao Rong reluctantly withdrew his gaze. He was looking at the beautiful figure of the "fearful deer" from behind, so he couldn't see whether she nodded or not. He couldn't help but feel a little worried. He wanted to chase after him again, but he didn't know if he was in a hurry. , then give up.

At this moment, a figure rushed to Zhao Rong's side and locked his throat.

"You, you, you really know Concubine Zhao Ling?"

Fan Yushu's powdered handsome face still had some disbelief, even if everything he observed with staring eyes just now proved this point.

With this gust of fragrant wind, Zhao Rong pushed Fan Yushu's hand away in disgust, and said, "Didn't I tell you, Qingjun, um, Lingfei is my wife..."

He blinked, "Three matchmakers and six hires, and the bright matchmaker is marrying, can there be a fake? How about showing you the marriage certificate?"

Zhao Rong didn't elaborate on who was "marrying" whom, ahem, is this important?unimportant!
Fan Yushu nodded seriously and said, "Okay, show me."

"Fuck off."

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Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly trotted for a while, and saw that the bamboo horse behind who hadn't felt it before, but now became more and more "shameless" didn't chase after her, so she recovered slowly and breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few moments of silence, Concubine Zhao Ling narrowed her Qiushui long eyes slightly, turned her head, and looked behind no one.

She suddenly had some secret annoyances in her heart, and then she was worried about gains and losses...

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head lightly a few times, her chest heaved for a while, and her expression gradually returned to her usual calm and desolate expression.

It's just that the pink cheeks in the white still can't fade for a long time.

It caused some passing students to secretly look sideways.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced her clear eyes casually, and the men who were peeking dodged their eyes one after another.

She didn't care, because at this moment, the words that the person said before parting were still echoing repeatedly on her heart.

Why did he become a student of Lin Lu Academy, and he came to Taiqing Mansion with a gentleman from the academy... It made him so anxious before, really, running around, but... it's also very good, it's for taking the initiative come find me...

Brother Rong looks pretty good in student clothes, and he's more energetic. Well, he was actually good-looking before, but he just keeps a straight face to me every day. Now... um, he has a hippie smiling face, and he's not a proper person, and... also makes people Hate……

Also, why did Brother Rong's handwriting change?It's different from when I was a child... Could it be Uncle Bai's pot of wine... There are many things that are different, has he experienced many things in these years... No, I can't talk to him now...

Letter, letter, his letter to me, my letter...

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were bright, and with two small white hands hidden under her sleeves, she caressed the rough rice paper covered with a certain character, and walked lightly towards Nanci Jingshe.

About half an hour later.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to the door of Nanci Jingshe. At this time, she had recovered her previous look.

Concubine Zhao Ling stopped in front of the table, and politely said to a female official with a high bun who had stood up to greet her:

"Hello, do you have my letter?"

The voice is cool.

The female officer in a high bun sighed slightly, "Miss Zhao, I still haven't received the letter you ordered today."

This Miss Zhao has been asking every day for the past few days, and she doesn't know what the letter is that makes her so reluctant to let go...

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lips and said, "No, it's not that, it's... Well, you can give me all the letters you sent me."

The female official with a high bun was slightly stunned, and couldn't help taking another look at Concubine Zhao Ling, feeling a little different from before. This cold-tempered Fairy Zhao is asking for love letters from those men?
She cleared her throat, feeling strange, but didn't think much about it, "Okay, please wait a moment."

After finishing speaking, the female officer Gaoji took out seven brocade boxes one by one, all of which had the words "Qinglianxuan" written on them.

Concubine Zhao Ling waved her sleeves and put it in the Sumeru, without saying anything, she turned her head and entered the Nanci Jingshe.

Walking briskly, he disappeared from everyone's sight in a short while.

Seeing this, several female officials looked at each other in blank dismay.

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This is a sober and elegant house.

look around.

The tables and chairs carved from high-quality red sandalwood are engraved with a variety of delicate patterns, and the delicate and gentle feeling of belonging to the daughter's family circulates everywhere.

The faint sandalwood fragrance and a kind of sweet fragrance that belongs to women are quietly floating in the room.

Inside the house, specks of sunlight shine through the hollowed-out tallow windows.

In the southeast corner is an exquisite couch covered and hidden by a blue and white curtain, with tassels swaying gently in the wind.

Next to the couch is a mahogany dressing table with a rhombic bronze mirror, located under the south window.

This is a woman's private boudoir, which is fresh and comfortable as a whole, but apart from some necessary things, there are not many interesting things in the secular women's boudoir. Overall, the owner of the private boudoir looks clean and elegant, simple and indifferent.

at this time.

A woman pushed open the door and entered.

She was dressed in white with curly hair, and her eyes were lonely and cold, but the hazel tear mole under her long eyes gave people a sense of tenderness and tenderness.

At first glance, people will sigh, what an ethereal and beautiful fairy.

After Zhao Lingfei entered the room, she still stood at the door, closed the two doors with her back, leaned against the door with her back, gasped slightly, and calmed down for a while.

She glanced left and right at the empty boudoir with agile eyes, then leaned against the door and raised her head slightly, her eyes flickering.

I don't know what to think.

The woman was so quiet for a while.

At a certain moment, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, forming a shallow arc, which immediately lit up this elegant and simple boudoir.

This situation, this moment, is so beautiful.

It is the most moving color in this room.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head and smiled slightly. After thinking about it for a while, the corners of her mouth became even more curved.

About that person's love letter, she was very anxious when she was outside, but now she is not in a hurry when she returns to the boudoir.

She has always had a valuable experience—the process is more delicious than the result, which makes people have endless aftertaste. This process of carefully tasting the sweet taste makes her very happy.

After savoring a certain feeling for a while, Concubine Zhao Ling moved and walked slowly to the wardrobe next to the dressing table.

This is one of the most intimate places in a women's boudoir.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened the closet, blushing slightly, and quietly opened those favorite clothes and private obscene clothes, looking for something inside

In the private corner of this private place, there is hidden the most cherished private item of this Qinglian, a legacy of the Taiqing Mansion, which has been longed for by countless men.

After a while, Concubine Zhao Ling squinted her eyes, moved aside the pile of neatly stacked wedding dresses in the closet, and took out a beautiful wooden box hidden underneath.

The embroidered box is thick, black lacquered all over, tied with a red ribbon around a circle, and tied with a beautiful bow.

Holding the embroidery box carefully, she squatted down in front of the dressing table, leaning against the dressing table with her curled delicate body.

Concubine Zhao Ling put the embroidery box on her knees, and gently pulled one end of the red ribbon with her hand.

The embroidery box is opened.

In front of outsiders, she has always given the impression of being arrogant and self-improving, but now she is like a kitten quietly hiding in a corner, happily counting her belongings.

At this time, the house was very quiet.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was crouching on the ground with her body curled up, gradually lowered her head and buried it between her knees.

The embroidery box was resting on her lap.

Concubine Zhao Ling's palm-sized oval face was parallel to the side of the embroidery box, her small nose was touching the surface of the box, and her long eyes were twinkling at the moment, slowly crossing the edge of the box mouth, her eyes sneaked into the box, Quietly looked up.

There was a crimson post inside, which was the marriage letter between her and Zhao Rong.

There is a small strand of black hair tied with a red string, which was supposed to be tied with Zhao Rong's black hair on the wedding night, but so far, this red string is still tied with her black hair .

No one has ever tied hair with her in this life.

In the corner of the box, there is a neatly stacked white embroidered handkerchief, on which there are two fat, um, two mandarin ducks. She always thinks the embroidery is very beautiful, but someone holds a completely opposite view, but this is also why she It was the most beautiful handkerchief embroidered in the past year, so she brought it close to her body all the way into the wedding room at the beginning, and when the man was away, she blushed and put it under the fiery red acacia quilt.

It's just that Bai Xipa, commonly known in this hometown, is still white, without the slightest color of the marriage bed.

How it was brought away in the first place, and how it was brought back later.

In fact, she was very familiar with what was in this box, but ever since he took away the jade that she had carefully raised for five years and left that night, Concubine Zhao Ling rarely opened it, even if she couldn't help it for some reason. Open it with the same care as now.

However, now that Zhao Rong has come back to look for her, for this embroidery box that she thought would never be opened again and again, although she still has such a "cowardly" pitiful appearance, it will be difficult to change it back for a while, but The pair of eyes exposed on the edge of the box mouth still couldn't help smiling.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling was like a greedy kitten.

Tasting memories.

Added the memory of the seasoning "him".

It is no longer the astringent taste without "him" in the past.

Concubine Zhao Ling's gaze "stroked" the many items in the box one by one, occasionally stopping on some special things.

For example, Fang Bai Xipa was actually wiped by Zhao Rong at that time.

This, how can this thing wipe your mouth, shame... shame to death...

The woman gritted her silver teeth secretly, and spat lightly, but her eyes overflowed with soft and weak shame, like warm spring water.

The contents of the box.

Except for a few things belonging to Aunt Liu and Qian'er, all of them, all of them, are related to him.

Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes were gentle.

I do not know how long it has been.

She came back to herself in a daze.

Reaching out, reaching into the embroidery box, he gently took out a well-preserved letter.

This is the first letter that Zhao Rong sent to Concubine Zhao Ling in this life.

She was as happy back then as she is now.

There are only a few lines in this letter.

"The flowers on Moshang are blooming, you can return home slowly."

then.

At that time, she couldn't wait to go back to get married with the woven wedding dress and raised Moyu...

Concubine Zhao Ling put away the embroidery box, got up, and brought this first love letter—the first love letter she stubbornly believed—to the desk.

Concubine Zhao Ling took out the seven brocade boxes, opened them one by one, and searched carefully.

Soon.

Inside a certain brocade box, the plain hand that slides between letters of different kinds suddenly stops.

His fingertips rested on a simple white envelope.

The letter was unremarkable, not at all.

However, the handwriting on it... Although she had only seen it not long ago, it had already been engraved in her mind.

Concubine Zhao Ling took a deep breath, gently twisted up the envelope, uncovered the sealing wax, and pulled out the folded letter paper inside.

This is his second love letter.

It's a love letter, and this time, you said it yourself.

Don't play tricks.

Concubine Zhao Ling slowly unfolded the letter paper, her crescent head drooped, her eyes met, and she murmured: "Shangxie?"

She meditated lightly:
"Shangxie, I want to know you, and my longevity will never end... The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders are shaking, the summer is raining and snowing, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare... to die with you!"

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(End of this chapter)