i have a sword fairy
Chapter 170 Love Letters
Chapter 170 Love Letter (Two in One)
In a spring boudoir.
There was a Yiren standing still and reading the letter.
On the desk in front of her, there were seven brocade boxes full of love letters. Some of the envelopes were brightly colored, and some were radiant. At first glance, they looked like decent fairy paper.
But these were all put aside casually, and were inadvertently ignored by the woman.
In her eyes, she only had two love letters.
Now, one is in front of me.
"I dare to say goodbye to you... I dare to say goodbye to you... I dare to..."
A pair of long autumn eyes seemed to contain a pool of spring water, and the eyes were shining, reflecting the rows of regular script on the letter paper.
Zhao Rong's handwriting is majestic and upright, with a solemn momentum.
Just like this line of poetry, resolute, solemn, like an unswerving oath, he will not change his life forever, until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the sky is old, he solemnly swears.
Brother Ronger, do you want to... make an alliance with Qingjun Mountain...
Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were bright and piercing, staring blankly at this ordinary but extraordinary letter.
Ordinary because the letter paper is just ordinary paper, more refined, but not ordinary because... Chery appears on the letter paper, and the dignified regular script shines brightly, which is extraordinary.
"Shangxie... Shangxie..."
Her pink lips trembled, opened and closed slightly, and murmured silently.
At this moment.
Visions abound on the letterhead.
The breeze filled Concubine Zhao Ling's sleeves, her two plain hands holding the letterhead, her sleeves were stretched by the wind, revealing two white lotus arms, making her look more slender and slender.
And the breeze blowing from nowhere, passing by her head, also blowing her loose white clothes tightly to fit her figure.
Yi Ren has a delicate and graceful body, with well-drained figures.
It's just that the momentary aura that would have made him unable to look away if Zhao Rong was present would be gone in the next second.
Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses instantly after feeling the spiritual energy rushing towards her, turned over her bare hands, folded up the letter, breathed a sigh of relief, then looked down at the love letter on her palm.
She smiled lightly, her brows and eyes were full of joy, and she couldn't put it down.
The love poem that Brother Rong Er gave her is a poem about the state of selflessness in Luohuapin.
It can help the bottleneck monks in the Fuyao Realm to comprehend the broken mirror, and it is also effective for the monks in the Haoran Realm and beyond. It can instantly replenish aura and improve some cultivation bases.
And the poems in the realm of selflessness can be used repeatedly, and after being enlightened once, they can slowly absorb the spiritual energy to recover.
Concubine Zhao Ling just because she was too absorbed, inevitably interacted with the song "Shangxie", causing its aura to flow into her body.
Concubine Zhao Ling only needs a little guidance to absorb it. Although she is already a monk in the Grand Virtue Realm and is at the bottleneck of the Grand Virtue Realm, this aura cultivation can also loosen the mountain-like bottleneck.
however.
She doesn't want to.
Not at all.
Although Concubine Zhao Ling was very surprised that Brother Rong'er was able to write a high-quality poem, she already knew that he had written a birthday poem for Qian'er before, and it was also a high-quality poem. It was also a Luohua grade, but it was not as good as hers this time , This time she was given the realm of selflessness.
Concubine Zhao Ling knows that for Confucian scholars, except for the kind of reading seeds that are born with poetic talents, it is extremely difficult for most Confucian scholars to be able to write high-quality poems. important.
Therefore, in her mind, Brother Rong'er must have thought hard and pondered deeply because of her and Qian'er's sake, and wrote the poem.
Well, Brother Rong used to think about the neat rhythm of a poem for two or three days when he was a child. He also thought about it when eating, and when playing with her. Uncle Xiaobai said that he has a elm head, but I think he is really serious He worked very hard, brother Rong Er is such a man, how can others know how good he is...
In the process of searching for her all the way north, he didn't know how many love poems he wrote for her before he got this one that shocked her heart.
Love is so important.
Concubine Zhao Ling is not willing to absorb the slightest bit of its aura.
She couldn't bear it at all, this shining majestic regular script is so beautiful, if it absorbs the spiritual energy, it will lose its brilliance.
Even if the poems in the realm of selflessness can slowly recover, who knows how long it will take, Concubine Zhao Ling is unwilling to wait for a moment.
Whatever it was when Brother Rong wrote it, then keep it as it is.
Can't move...
The woman thought stubbornly.
And if Zhao Rong was by her side at this time, and knew what was going on in this fool's mind, he would definitely roll up the book and tap her small forehead, and if he was reluctant to knock on this stupid lady, he would reach out and pinch her nose , shaking her hands from side to side, looking at her swaying little face, and turning her eyes up to look up at him, she laughed and scolded the little fool.
a moment.
The corners of Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes rolled, and she was a little smug.
Although the girl Qian'er kept saying that the birthday poem was written by Brother Rong'er, after all, it was not Qian'er's birthday that day, but her birthday.
But the birthday words were consciously written by Brother Rong'er to Qian'er.
After that, Qian'er also found an excuse, saying that she would help her keep the poems, so she happily took away the original manuscript of the birthday poems. Later, she occasionally came to see it a few times. Fa's reminder, it seems that she is afraid that she will be ignorant, and will not return it.
But now, the love poem in his hand is even better than the birthday poem, it is the state of falling flowers and selflessness.
Concubine Zhao Ling has a cold and calm personality, and usually she doesn't argue about whether the poems are good or not, what kind of situation it is, but at certain times and aspects, she will be very concerned about it, such as now.
Because what she cares about is the mind behind it.
Qian'er...you have to...be behind...don't run in front of Miss...
The woman whose boudoir name is Qingjun sits obliquely in front of the desk, her thoughts are full of thoughts, tactful and affectionate.
A wooden hairpin was inserted between the cloud temples, and three thousand love threads were pulled up, and the hair was coiled for the king, revealing a beautiful oval face with a curved shape, and a snow-white neck like a white swan, with full eyebrows and eyes, refreshing.
At this moment, she was tilting her head, her chin resting on one hand, and she was looking at the two love letters on the table with clear eyes.
Concubine Zhao Ling quietly stretched out her hand, couldn't help but opened the song "Shangxie", squinted her eyes for a few times, then closed it gently, afraid that if she read it again, she would feel a sense in her heart and let it lose her spiritual energy.
Soon.
The plain hand stuck out again, like a little fox stealing a chicken, its fingertips got into the seam of the paper, and carefully turned up a corner, thus revealing Zhao Rong's regular script again.
She bit her lip and stared at it for a while, then nodded slightly, and closed it again.
Just not for long.
Sushou sneaked past again...
Concubine Zhao Ling burst out laughing, as if she was also amused by her silly behavior.
She smiled like a flower, narrowed her beautiful eyes, picked up Zhao Rong's love letter, and pressed it to her chest with both hands.
The woman stared blankly at the front, which was an empty boudoir, and she repeatedly murmured: "I want to get to know you, I want to get to know you...I also... want to get to know you..."
However, she didn't know when, she gradually stopped talking, and the smile on her face also disappeared.
And when she wasn't smiling, her pretty face was cold.
Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lower lip, staring straight at another love letter on the desk.
Some dusty memories came flooding back.
First love letter, I went back, but you left.
The second love letter, you want to know me...is it true?
Or... are you trying to trick me back again?
She paled.
The love letter on the chest was pressed harder and harder.
sink in.
From then on, just like this, the woman's mind was like the clouds in the sky outside the window, suddenly clear and dark.
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Zhao Rong didn't know that one of his love poems made Qingjun give birth to so many girls' thoughts.
After attending class with Concubine Zhao Ling for the first time, he went back in a good mood, and even looked at Fan Yushu feeling much more pleasing to the eye.
At night, Zhao Rong tossed and turned, his mind was full of Qing Jun's beautiful image.
When she was attending classes in Four Seasons Hall, she ignored his cold side face.
When he was stalking and bullying her, her almond eyes widened with anger.
After class, the figure who fled in a hurry...
Zhao Rong couldn't wait for Mr. Yan's class tomorrow morning.
But the night was deep and quiet, and he couldn't fall asleep. He whispered a few words, but there was no response.
A few days ago, after he entered the academy, Gui told him that he was going to sleep for a while. These days, he would call it every day to see if it woke up.
No one chatted late at night, and Zhao Rong gradually fell asleep.
The next morning.
Zhao Rong happily ran to the Four Seasons Hall.
He had been looking forward to it since the beginning of the get out of class, but Zhao Rong still didn't find that beautiful figure in class until Mr. Yan withdrew and dismissed the class.
Qingjun did not come.
Zhao Rong frowned.
When I went to Nanci Jingshe with Fan Yushu to breathe fresh air in the morning, I asked, and all the love letters have been taken away. Logically, Qingjun should have received the love poems he wrote.
Why didn't you come...
Do you want to stop waiting and see the next lesson the day after tomorrow?
Zhao Rong shook his head, no, I can't wait any longer, I have to act immediately.
If she doesn't come, it means that the "licking" is not strong enough.
Hurt Qingjun too deeply at the beginning, it is estimated that she still has some lingering fears, and dare not take the initiative to approach him.
Zhao Rong frowned slightly.
Although Qing Jun looks cold and self-improving on the surface, she is stronger than men, but she was not like this when she was a child.
Although her mother died young, there is still his mother, Aunt Liu, who takes care of her, so she does not lack maternal love.
However, the absence of her father since she was a child made her feel insecure, and she had a certain complex, longing to be protected by a heavy man with a sense of responsibility.
That's why Qing Jun relied on him so much when he was a child. He not only regarded him as his childhood sweetheart's elder brother, but also devoted all his fantasies of fatherly love and all his emotions towards men to him.
Later, as she grew up, Zhao Rong gradually alienated her, and she practiced outside for many years, so she became cold and self-reliant, but this was just Qing Jun's protective look.
Deep in her heart, she should still be the same as when she was a child, living a romantic but fragile little girl...
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling a little distressed.
She is his wife.
Since a love poem doesn't work, let's do it again!
But have to change it...
Just do it.
In the next few days, Zhao Rong got up early every day to send a love letter to Nanci Jingshe, listened carefully to the lectures during the day, and went back to the residence to review his homework at night. After that, he carefully prepared the love letter for tomorrow, practiced, and fell asleep.
For those love letters sent out, Zhao Rong is confident that no woman can bear too much.
but……
After a few days, Concubine Zhao Ling still didn't come to the Four Seasons Hall, which is a bit difficult.
Cough cough, it's no surprise that she is the wife of Zhao Rong and Zhao Ziyu, she is really not an ordinary woman...
So Zhao Rong adjusted his plan, not only to deliver letters every morning, but also at noon and evening, three times a day, launching a fierce "offensive" against his sword fairy lady.
I don't believe it, this can't stop you...
In this way, a few days passed.
This morning.
Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu once again joined hands to breathe fresh air.
Fan Yushu yawned and glanced at the calm Zhao Rong.
Not long ago, after learning that Zhao Rong was really the husband of Concubine Zhao Ling, I thought that they would not send love letters together again, but I didn't expect that Zhao Rong would fall out with the other party just like him, and they let them hang out...
Fan Yushu felt a sense of sympathy for each other.
However, when he thought that Zhao Rong's wife was actually Concubine Zhao Ling, he still felt a little dazed.
He had heard of this name a long time ago when he was in the family, but he never expected that not long after he came to the academy, a random classmate he met was Concubine Zhao Ling's husband. Are all the students of Linlu Academy so fierce this year?
Fan Yushu looked sideways at his companion again.
The clothes are simple, the face is correct, and the pair of star eyes are very powerful, but the overall appearance is ordinary, and it cannot be remembered at first sight.
It should be a person of cultivation, but it seems that his cultivation has not yet reached the Fuyao state.
On weekdays, I see that he is good at nourishing his energy, and his face is usually calm when encountering problems, and he can naturally talk well when he enters the academy. However, among the many disciples under Mr. Yan, his performance is not outstanding. Neither brilliant nor vulgar.
But...he is the husband of Concubine Zhao Ling, the heavenly daughter of the Taiqing Mansion...
"Does it look good?"
Zhao Rong said softly.
Only then did Fan Yushu realize that he seemed to be staring at it for a long time, coughed lightly, turned his eyes away, and then changed the subject:
"Well, Ziyu, I see that you hand in three love letters every day, uh, isn't that too much?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows lightly.
Fan Yushu turned his head, as if he had come here, and spoke earnestly.
"Ziyu, the most important thing about love letters is to craft them carefully and write beautiful, sentimental and literary sentences. Women like this, instead of making crude ones. Write something I miss you so much, I like it so much With vulgar and plain words like yours, we should win with quality instead of blindly pursuing quantity, Tzuyu is making a fool of himself."
Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Fan Yushu, nodded, thought for a while, and complimented him wittily, "Brother Yushu, what's your trick?"
Fan Yushu cleared his throat and finally waited for this sentence. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he took out a book with no words on the cover like a treasure, and gestured to Zhao Rong.
"Ziyu, I just told you because I think you and I hit it off. Don't spread it around and let others learn it secretly."
The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, but he put it down again, continuing to nod with a serious expression.
He has seen this book many times. Fan Yushu would read this book every time he wrote a love letter.
Seeing this, Fan Yushu nodded in satisfaction, a child can be taught.
He coughed, and handed over his hands cautiously.
Zhao Rong took it, and opened the first page to have a look.
"One Hundred Love Letters from Talented Scholars Who Let Fairies Fall"
He raised his brows gradually and flipped through it.
It was different from Zhao Rong's imagination.
What is written in this book are all gorgeous and tedious profound sentences, isn’t it about a love letter... Wait, hey, this seems to be a love story, but it’s going around and around, with twists and turns, who can understand it? ?
However, the literary talent is good, but are you sure this is a love letter for the fairy?And not for old pedants?
Hey, what word is this? It's so uncommon. Go back and look it up...
Zhao Rong looked at it for a while, and was a little dizzy, but he could understand it roughly, but this must be a Confucian scholar who has specially studied it. Your writing is so profound, and you have a strong sense of style, but...
Zhao Rong nodded sincerely, "Brother Yushu, I admire you."
"Where is this? This is the love letter that we Confucian scholars should write. Do you want to take it to observe for a few days and copy a few sentences?"
"I didn't expect it to be a book read by educated people... If it's nothing, it's good that Xiaosheng doesn't take advantage of others. Brother Yushu, please put it away."
Fan Yushu put it away complacently, with the love letter he was going to deliver today in his sleeve, and he walked happily.
He had been rewriting all night yesterday, and he had a sudden inspiration in the middle of the night. He hid a lot of metaphors between the lines, such as homonyms, such as wonderful allusions, and even hidden heads... Lanzhi will definitely smile...
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, and suddenly worried about the education level of that girl Ye who had never masked her face.
In other words, can she really understand...
Not long after, Zhao Rong and Zhao Rong came to Nanci Jingshe again.
Kind of like driving.
(This chapter is 4k4)
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Thanks to the "Moyue Twins" brother for the reward of 10000 coins!Thanks to "Yexu Yuluo" brother for the reward of 10000 coins!
(End of this chapter)
In a spring boudoir.
There was a Yiren standing still and reading the letter.
On the desk in front of her, there were seven brocade boxes full of love letters. Some of the envelopes were brightly colored, and some were radiant. At first glance, they looked like decent fairy paper.
But these were all put aside casually, and were inadvertently ignored by the woman.
In her eyes, she only had two love letters.
Now, one is in front of me.
"I dare to say goodbye to you... I dare to say goodbye to you... I dare to..."
A pair of long autumn eyes seemed to contain a pool of spring water, and the eyes were shining, reflecting the rows of regular script on the letter paper.
Zhao Rong's handwriting is majestic and upright, with a solemn momentum.
Just like this line of poetry, resolute, solemn, like an unswerving oath, he will not change his life forever, until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the sky is old, he solemnly swears.
Brother Ronger, do you want to... make an alliance with Qingjun Mountain...
Concubine Zhao Ling's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were bright and piercing, staring blankly at this ordinary but extraordinary letter.
Ordinary because the letter paper is just ordinary paper, more refined, but not ordinary because... Chery appears on the letter paper, and the dignified regular script shines brightly, which is extraordinary.
"Shangxie... Shangxie..."
Her pink lips trembled, opened and closed slightly, and murmured silently.
At this moment.
Visions abound on the letterhead.
The breeze filled Concubine Zhao Ling's sleeves, her two plain hands holding the letterhead, her sleeves were stretched by the wind, revealing two white lotus arms, making her look more slender and slender.
And the breeze blowing from nowhere, passing by her head, also blowing her loose white clothes tightly to fit her figure.
Yi Ren has a delicate and graceful body, with well-drained figures.
It's just that the momentary aura that would have made him unable to look away if Zhao Rong was present would be gone in the next second.
Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses instantly after feeling the spiritual energy rushing towards her, turned over her bare hands, folded up the letter, breathed a sigh of relief, then looked down at the love letter on her palm.
She smiled lightly, her brows and eyes were full of joy, and she couldn't put it down.
The love poem that Brother Rong Er gave her is a poem about the state of selflessness in Luohuapin.
It can help the bottleneck monks in the Fuyao Realm to comprehend the broken mirror, and it is also effective for the monks in the Haoran Realm and beyond. It can instantly replenish aura and improve some cultivation bases.
And the poems in the realm of selflessness can be used repeatedly, and after being enlightened once, they can slowly absorb the spiritual energy to recover.
Concubine Zhao Ling just because she was too absorbed, inevitably interacted with the song "Shangxie", causing its aura to flow into her body.
Concubine Zhao Ling only needs a little guidance to absorb it. Although she is already a monk in the Grand Virtue Realm and is at the bottleneck of the Grand Virtue Realm, this aura cultivation can also loosen the mountain-like bottleneck.
however.
She doesn't want to.
Not at all.
Although Concubine Zhao Ling was very surprised that Brother Rong'er was able to write a high-quality poem, she already knew that he had written a birthday poem for Qian'er before, and it was also a high-quality poem. It was also a Luohua grade, but it was not as good as hers this time , This time she was given the realm of selflessness.
Concubine Zhao Ling knows that for Confucian scholars, except for the kind of reading seeds that are born with poetic talents, it is extremely difficult for most Confucian scholars to be able to write high-quality poems. important.
Therefore, in her mind, Brother Rong'er must have thought hard and pondered deeply because of her and Qian'er's sake, and wrote the poem.
Well, Brother Rong used to think about the neat rhythm of a poem for two or three days when he was a child. He also thought about it when eating, and when playing with her. Uncle Xiaobai said that he has a elm head, but I think he is really serious He worked very hard, brother Rong Er is such a man, how can others know how good he is...
In the process of searching for her all the way north, he didn't know how many love poems he wrote for her before he got this one that shocked her heart.
Love is so important.
Concubine Zhao Ling is not willing to absorb the slightest bit of its aura.
She couldn't bear it at all, this shining majestic regular script is so beautiful, if it absorbs the spiritual energy, it will lose its brilliance.
Even if the poems in the realm of selflessness can slowly recover, who knows how long it will take, Concubine Zhao Ling is unwilling to wait for a moment.
Whatever it was when Brother Rong wrote it, then keep it as it is.
Can't move...
The woman thought stubbornly.
And if Zhao Rong was by her side at this time, and knew what was going on in this fool's mind, he would definitely roll up the book and tap her small forehead, and if he was reluctant to knock on this stupid lady, he would reach out and pinch her nose , shaking her hands from side to side, looking at her swaying little face, and turning her eyes up to look up at him, she laughed and scolded the little fool.
a moment.
The corners of Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes rolled, and she was a little smug.
Although the girl Qian'er kept saying that the birthday poem was written by Brother Rong'er, after all, it was not Qian'er's birthday that day, but her birthday.
But the birthday words were consciously written by Brother Rong'er to Qian'er.
After that, Qian'er also found an excuse, saying that she would help her keep the poems, so she happily took away the original manuscript of the birthday poems. Later, she occasionally came to see it a few times. Fa's reminder, it seems that she is afraid that she will be ignorant, and will not return it.
But now, the love poem in his hand is even better than the birthday poem, it is the state of falling flowers and selflessness.
Concubine Zhao Ling has a cold and calm personality, and usually she doesn't argue about whether the poems are good or not, what kind of situation it is, but at certain times and aspects, she will be very concerned about it, such as now.
Because what she cares about is the mind behind it.
Qian'er...you have to...be behind...don't run in front of Miss...
The woman whose boudoir name is Qingjun sits obliquely in front of the desk, her thoughts are full of thoughts, tactful and affectionate.
A wooden hairpin was inserted between the cloud temples, and three thousand love threads were pulled up, and the hair was coiled for the king, revealing a beautiful oval face with a curved shape, and a snow-white neck like a white swan, with full eyebrows and eyes, refreshing.
At this moment, she was tilting her head, her chin resting on one hand, and she was looking at the two love letters on the table with clear eyes.
Concubine Zhao Ling quietly stretched out her hand, couldn't help but opened the song "Shangxie", squinted her eyes for a few times, then closed it gently, afraid that if she read it again, she would feel a sense in her heart and let it lose her spiritual energy.
Soon.
The plain hand stuck out again, like a little fox stealing a chicken, its fingertips got into the seam of the paper, and carefully turned up a corner, thus revealing Zhao Rong's regular script again.
She bit her lip and stared at it for a while, then nodded slightly, and closed it again.
Just not for long.
Sushou sneaked past again...
Concubine Zhao Ling burst out laughing, as if she was also amused by her silly behavior.
She smiled like a flower, narrowed her beautiful eyes, picked up Zhao Rong's love letter, and pressed it to her chest with both hands.
The woman stared blankly at the front, which was an empty boudoir, and she repeatedly murmured: "I want to get to know you, I want to get to know you...I also... want to get to know you..."
However, she didn't know when, she gradually stopped talking, and the smile on her face also disappeared.
And when she wasn't smiling, her pretty face was cold.
Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lower lip, staring straight at another love letter on the desk.
Some dusty memories came flooding back.
First love letter, I went back, but you left.
The second love letter, you want to know me...is it true?
Or... are you trying to trick me back again?
She paled.
The love letter on the chest was pressed harder and harder.
sink in.
From then on, just like this, the woman's mind was like the clouds in the sky outside the window, suddenly clear and dark.
------
Zhao Rong didn't know that one of his love poems made Qingjun give birth to so many girls' thoughts.
After attending class with Concubine Zhao Ling for the first time, he went back in a good mood, and even looked at Fan Yushu feeling much more pleasing to the eye.
At night, Zhao Rong tossed and turned, his mind was full of Qing Jun's beautiful image.
When she was attending classes in Four Seasons Hall, she ignored his cold side face.
When he was stalking and bullying her, her almond eyes widened with anger.
After class, the figure who fled in a hurry...
Zhao Rong couldn't wait for Mr. Yan's class tomorrow morning.
But the night was deep and quiet, and he couldn't fall asleep. He whispered a few words, but there was no response.
A few days ago, after he entered the academy, Gui told him that he was going to sleep for a while. These days, he would call it every day to see if it woke up.
No one chatted late at night, and Zhao Rong gradually fell asleep.
The next morning.
Zhao Rong happily ran to the Four Seasons Hall.
He had been looking forward to it since the beginning of the get out of class, but Zhao Rong still didn't find that beautiful figure in class until Mr. Yan withdrew and dismissed the class.
Qingjun did not come.
Zhao Rong frowned.
When I went to Nanci Jingshe with Fan Yushu to breathe fresh air in the morning, I asked, and all the love letters have been taken away. Logically, Qingjun should have received the love poems he wrote.
Why didn't you come...
Do you want to stop waiting and see the next lesson the day after tomorrow?
Zhao Rong shook his head, no, I can't wait any longer, I have to act immediately.
If she doesn't come, it means that the "licking" is not strong enough.
Hurt Qingjun too deeply at the beginning, it is estimated that she still has some lingering fears, and dare not take the initiative to approach him.
Zhao Rong frowned slightly.
Although Qing Jun looks cold and self-improving on the surface, she is stronger than men, but she was not like this when she was a child.
Although her mother died young, there is still his mother, Aunt Liu, who takes care of her, so she does not lack maternal love.
However, the absence of her father since she was a child made her feel insecure, and she had a certain complex, longing to be protected by a heavy man with a sense of responsibility.
That's why Qing Jun relied on him so much when he was a child. He not only regarded him as his childhood sweetheart's elder brother, but also devoted all his fantasies of fatherly love and all his emotions towards men to him.
Later, as she grew up, Zhao Rong gradually alienated her, and she practiced outside for many years, so she became cold and self-reliant, but this was just Qing Jun's protective look.
Deep in her heart, she should still be the same as when she was a child, living a romantic but fragile little girl...
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling a little distressed.
She is his wife.
Since a love poem doesn't work, let's do it again!
But have to change it...
Just do it.
In the next few days, Zhao Rong got up early every day to send a love letter to Nanci Jingshe, listened carefully to the lectures during the day, and went back to the residence to review his homework at night. After that, he carefully prepared the love letter for tomorrow, practiced, and fell asleep.
For those love letters sent out, Zhao Rong is confident that no woman can bear too much.
but……
After a few days, Concubine Zhao Ling still didn't come to the Four Seasons Hall, which is a bit difficult.
Cough cough, it's no surprise that she is the wife of Zhao Rong and Zhao Ziyu, she is really not an ordinary woman...
So Zhao Rong adjusted his plan, not only to deliver letters every morning, but also at noon and evening, three times a day, launching a fierce "offensive" against his sword fairy lady.
I don't believe it, this can't stop you...
In this way, a few days passed.
This morning.
Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu once again joined hands to breathe fresh air.
Fan Yushu yawned and glanced at the calm Zhao Rong.
Not long ago, after learning that Zhao Rong was really the husband of Concubine Zhao Ling, I thought that they would not send love letters together again, but I didn't expect that Zhao Rong would fall out with the other party just like him, and they let them hang out...
Fan Yushu felt a sense of sympathy for each other.
However, when he thought that Zhao Rong's wife was actually Concubine Zhao Ling, he still felt a little dazed.
He had heard of this name a long time ago when he was in the family, but he never expected that not long after he came to the academy, a random classmate he met was Concubine Zhao Ling's husband. Are all the students of Linlu Academy so fierce this year?
Fan Yushu looked sideways at his companion again.
The clothes are simple, the face is correct, and the pair of star eyes are very powerful, but the overall appearance is ordinary, and it cannot be remembered at first sight.
It should be a person of cultivation, but it seems that his cultivation has not yet reached the Fuyao state.
On weekdays, I see that he is good at nourishing his energy, and his face is usually calm when encountering problems, and he can naturally talk well when he enters the academy. However, among the many disciples under Mr. Yan, his performance is not outstanding. Neither brilliant nor vulgar.
But...he is the husband of Concubine Zhao Ling, the heavenly daughter of the Taiqing Mansion...
"Does it look good?"
Zhao Rong said softly.
Only then did Fan Yushu realize that he seemed to be staring at it for a long time, coughed lightly, turned his eyes away, and then changed the subject:
"Well, Ziyu, I see that you hand in three love letters every day, uh, isn't that too much?"
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows lightly.
Fan Yushu turned his head, as if he had come here, and spoke earnestly.
"Ziyu, the most important thing about love letters is to craft them carefully and write beautiful, sentimental and literary sentences. Women like this, instead of making crude ones. Write something I miss you so much, I like it so much With vulgar and plain words like yours, we should win with quality instead of blindly pursuing quantity, Tzuyu is making a fool of himself."
Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Fan Yushu, nodded, thought for a while, and complimented him wittily, "Brother Yushu, what's your trick?"
Fan Yushu cleared his throat and finally waited for this sentence. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he took out a book with no words on the cover like a treasure, and gestured to Zhao Rong.
"Ziyu, I just told you because I think you and I hit it off. Don't spread it around and let others learn it secretly."
The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, but he put it down again, continuing to nod with a serious expression.
He has seen this book many times. Fan Yushu would read this book every time he wrote a love letter.
Seeing this, Fan Yushu nodded in satisfaction, a child can be taught.
He coughed, and handed over his hands cautiously.
Zhao Rong took it, and opened the first page to have a look.
"One Hundred Love Letters from Talented Scholars Who Let Fairies Fall"
He raised his brows gradually and flipped through it.
It was different from Zhao Rong's imagination.
What is written in this book are all gorgeous and tedious profound sentences, isn’t it about a love letter... Wait, hey, this seems to be a love story, but it’s going around and around, with twists and turns, who can understand it? ?
However, the literary talent is good, but are you sure this is a love letter for the fairy?And not for old pedants?
Hey, what word is this? It's so uncommon. Go back and look it up...
Zhao Rong looked at it for a while, and was a little dizzy, but he could understand it roughly, but this must be a Confucian scholar who has specially studied it. Your writing is so profound, and you have a strong sense of style, but...
Zhao Rong nodded sincerely, "Brother Yushu, I admire you."
"Where is this? This is the love letter that we Confucian scholars should write. Do you want to take it to observe for a few days and copy a few sentences?"
"I didn't expect it to be a book read by educated people... If it's nothing, it's good that Xiaosheng doesn't take advantage of others. Brother Yushu, please put it away."
Fan Yushu put it away complacently, with the love letter he was going to deliver today in his sleeve, and he walked happily.
He had been rewriting all night yesterday, and he had a sudden inspiration in the middle of the night. He hid a lot of metaphors between the lines, such as homonyms, such as wonderful allusions, and even hidden heads... Lanzhi will definitely smile...
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing, and suddenly worried about the education level of that girl Ye who had never masked her face.
In other words, can she really understand...
Not long after, Zhao Rong and Zhao Rong came to Nanci Jingshe again.
Kind of like driving.
(This chapter is 4k4)
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Thanks to the "Moyue Twins" brother for the reward of 10000 coins!Thanks to "Yexu Yuluo" brother for the reward of 10000 coins!
(End of this chapter)
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