i have a sword fairy

Chapter 415 Concubine Zhao Ling: Whose pocket is this? (two)
It was a book that was placed on the top of the bookshelf, and Su Xiaoxiao jumped twice before reaching it.

It seems to be about the daily life of the last emperor of a small country under the mountain.

But these are not important, the important thing is... When she finally grabbed the book in her hand, before she had time to raise a little smug expression, a note slipped out of the pages of this daily note.
It fell from the top of her head, passed over the tip of Su Xiaoxiao's nose, and sent a burst of faint orchid fragrance in an instant, making her face stunned.

Then it fell lightly to the ground.

And Su Xiaoxiao also fell to the ground, supporting the cold ground behind her with both hands.

In the past, the little fox demon who was bound to pout, didn't cry out in pain at this time. Instead, his face was pale, his eyes were lowered, and he stared blankly at the unknown letter on the ground.

She could not take her eyes off it, and the letter was like a strange vortex that attracted all her attention.

In the quiet yard, in the quiet room, Su Xiaoxiao got up quietly, neither crying nor fussing, but with a dazed expression, like a delicate doll, lifeless.

The letter also fell quietly into the warm pale golden sunlight that shot in from the window.

Su Xiaoxiao regained her composure. Naturally, she hugged her knees with both hands, squatted on the ground next to the letter, lowered her head and bit her lip, and looked at it silently.

A burst of refreshing orchid fragrance, locked in the withered and yellow pages for a long time, finally saw the light of day, and began to show its existence unscrupulously.

Just in front of a sensitive little fox demon.

The silent study room, the old old bookshelves, the sunny ground under the bookshelves, the lonely letter raft on the ground, and the fox-eyed girl squatting alone beside her.

This scene lasted for a long, long time.

At a certain moment, the fox-eyed girl pursed her lips lightly, raised her hand, and picked up the letter.

A bad guy who taught her a lot of truths said that there are some things you have to face, whether you like it or not, you can't lie to yourself.

Su Xiaoxiao was still squatting on the ground, her hands hugging her knees tightly, her little chin rested comfortably on one of her knees, she opened the envelope while lowering her eyes.

The orchid fragrance is more intense.

At the same time, the two lines of beautiful and elegant handwriting reappeared.

"Xunxunmi deserted... Desolate and sad. Yingyingyanyan ups and downs... Years and evenings... Chaos and courts." A certain little fox demon squirmed her pink lips, muttered silently for a while, and then... ...silently closed the letter paper.

She couldn't even understand the letters written by 'she' and him, and the communication between the two of them!
I just feel...they are very elegant and tacit, just like...just like in the novels of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, they are locked in a deep boudoir and entrust the maid to deliver letters to the gifted scholar.

There are only a few words in the letter, but the strokes and paintings are very romantic and moving.

The owner of the handwriting must be a talented girl with a beautiful heart. Well, this is the heroine who will match Zhao Lang. A certain stupid fox demon is the second female lead. She is stupid and has no one to love, and she is silently waiting for wishful thinking... In the future, maybe she will become black and do bad things... Su Xiaoxiao lowered her head, silently put away the letter, the corners of her mouth covered by the hanging black hair slightly turned up, and she smiled lightly, but the two lines slid down coolly and silently.

Dye the stiff corners of the lips and the bitter rouge.

She curled up on the ground next to the bookshelf, her delicate body didn't know when she got up, and she also leaned against the bookshelf, leaning on a thick shelf of books to support her unstable body that was about to fall.

A certain little fox suddenly raised its right arm, and wiped its small face vigorously with its sleeve.

I couldn't see her expression at this time, and it was silent, but the girl must be crying, because all the makeup on her little face was wiped off.

The little fox demon who was cute and lively not long ago has now become a cat with a colorful face.

The next second, a certain fox-eyed girl held the letter in the other straight hand that was far away from her, saying that along with her delicate body, she trembled suddenly, and it slipped down the girl's powerless fingertips. , falling to the ground alone.

Su Xiaoxiao raised her head suddenly, and threw herself forward...

In an instant, one could see her haggard face in tears, but said:

Yurong's lonely tears are running out, and a spring pear blossoms with rain.

She picked up the heartbreaking letter again, put it back in the book, stood up staggeringly with the book in her arms, moved a small bench, walked back to the position under the corresponding bookshelf, stepped on the bench and stretched. He straightened his arms, trying to return the book to its original position, but fell off the bench several times.

This miscellaneous book and letter that has been shelved by someone for a long time is covered with dust and the tears of an infatuated fox demon.

Su Xiaoxiao fell off the bench again, and her body was covered in bruises.

"Zhao...Zhao Ziyu...Zhao Rong..." She was in a trance, muttering something stupidly, as if she was in a state of silent mourning and death.

Su Xiaoxiao's spirit was on the verge of falling, and her body was also shaking. It was like a little orange wind candle in the thatched hut whose roof was lifted by the rainstorm.

Squeak-!
At this moment, with a slight sound, someone pushed the door open.

A white dress appeared in front of the door, and the shadow on the ground was slender.

A voice suddenly sounded in the silent room.

Su Xiaoxiao's delicate body trembled suddenly.

……

Concubine Zhao Ling returned to Linlu Academy.

At the concierge, on the registration form, she skillfully wrote that line of words that made her happy for a while every time:
The wife of the outspoken student Zhao Ziyu came to visit.

It's just that Concubine Zhao Ling at this time seemed to be doing something mechanically repetitive. After signing the signature with a calm face, she walked into the gate silently.

She came all the way to the gate of the school where Dongli Xiaozhu was located.

Walking lightly, very stable.

Concubine Zhao Ling passed through the small buildings where the students lived in the academy, and walked in the alley, getting closer and closer to the familiar house, and even raised her eyes slightly at this time and could already see its courtyard gate and eaves.

But she didn't raise her eyes, she still looked straight ahead with her usual face, walking non-stop, with the same rhythm.

At a certain moment on the road, this beautiful woman in white clothes and autumn eyes passed a luxuriously dressed small building, and there was a faint laughter from Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, followed by the sound of tables and chairs moving.

The two students seemed to get up and pack their things, and walked towards the courtyard door of this small building, as if they were about to go out. If there was no distant door to cover them, they would definitely be able to see the white clothes passing quietly by the courtyard door at this time.

Concubine Zhao Ling's steps were still neither hurried nor slow, she was about to be bumped into by Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, her pace was not chaotic, she continued to move forward, because... Dongli Xiaozhu was right in front of her eyes.

Well, it's still here.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned around, finally raised her autumn eyes, and squinted at the very familiar courtyard door, which was half-closed.

She suddenly stopped for a few breaths, for some reason, took a deep breath in front of the door, and then stretched out her hand...

And at this time, behind Concubine Zhao Ling, the courtyard door of the luxurious small building she had just passed was pushed open.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying came out chatting and laughing surprisingly, holding books and calligraphy treasures, but the next second, after seeing a figure pushing the door of Dongli Xiaozhu in front of them, the two of them paused and looked at each other , all in surprise:
"Fairy Zhao!"

"Sister Zhao!"

A faint shout came from behind, and Concubine Zhao Ling walked calmly into the Dongli Xiaozhu without stopping.

Her gaze first glanced at the clothes rack by the fence in the east corner.

On it was the bed quilt that she had just washed yesterday, and it was dried in the sun again, neat and tidy.

Well, it's even neater than her tan.

But the pink men's suit that Qian'er should like is gone.

Concubine Zhao Ling was silent, her eyes turned to the door and west window of the north room where her husband lived for the second time.

The lock on the door was unlocked.

I still remember that not long ago, she gave some rude instructions to Jia Tengying who had the key.

However, the door was still opened.

The west window is also half-closed, slightly shaken by Hexi's autumn wind.

Concubine Zhao Ling walked quietly to the north room.

The footsteps were still steady as usual, and both hands hung down naturally, but the two plain hands that were covered under the wide white sleeves embroidered with sword patterns, had already been clenched tightly without knowing when.

The back of the clenched hand was green and white, thin veins emerged, and the fist was trembling slightly.

In front of the door, Concubine Zhao Ling stopped and raised her fisted right hand.

The powder fist pressed against the wooden carving on the door, and the next second.

Squeak-!
boom--!
The door was pushed open directly and heavily.

In an instant, a figure who was arranging the bookshelves in front of the bookshelves in the house came into Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes.

"Hey, why are you pushing the door so loudly?" A certain person turned his head slightly, and when he saw the person in front of the door, he chuckled, shook his head and walked forward:

"Silly lady."

Hearing the familiar voice, Concubine Zhao Ling was really stunned, and her clenched fists were suddenly released.

She opened her autumn eyes wide, and subconsciously took a step back, up and down, looking at this man who was supposed to be preparing for the ceremony thousands of miles away in amazement.

"Ah, ah? You you..."

"What about me, why is my Qingjun getting more and more stupid, hey, can't you let me worry less?"

Zhao Rong came to Fangmen with a smile, and said something meaningful, but Concubine Zhao Ling was in a shock that she never expected, how could she notice it.

He looked at the dazed face of the lady in front of him, and thought it was really cute, so he took her little hand that was clenched tightly a second ago but had softened now, and pulled the arm inward, pulling her She pulled hard into her arms.

The beauty is warm and fragrant, like nephrite in the bosom.

Zhao Rong hugged her sharply, his nose was habitually buried in her neatly coiled hair, and he took a deep breath of the elegant fragrance.

He calmed down his exhausted mind from working for many days, his face was still calm and calm, he hugged the big vinegar jar in his arms and almost caught him in the room, walked back into the house, and went to the desk.

"You... why are you back?" Concubine Zhao Ling still felt a little unbelievable at this time, the sudden appearance of the person in front of her was like a dream.

He... seems to have always been like this. She experienced this feeling when she was suddenly taken away by Zhao Rong at the foot of Youshan Mountain. The memory is especially fresh, but now...

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling felt that she was surrounded by an extremely familiar warm atmosphere. Her delicate body subconsciously struggled, and she lowered her two jade hands together, supporting his thick chest, and pushed slightly hard. .

Zhao Lingfei Qiushui's long eyes widened, her mouth was slightly opened, her chest heaved, she seemed to be panting as if she could not breathe, and looked at him.

At this time, this act of daring to resist her husband a little bit, the next moment, it ushered in punishment.

In the quiet room, there was a light 'pop' sound suddenly.

Very crisp.

Zhao Rong domineeringly patted the beautiful part of the disobedient lady, and the jade face of the latter in his arms immediately became bloodshot, Xia Fei's cheeks became calm at the same time.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who was distracted, looked timid and annoyed. She looked away like a little daughter-in-law and looked at the ground beside her, not daring to look at him. At the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily no one was there.

After being spanked, Concubine Zhao Ling felt a little more at ease at this time, and the slight burning sensation coming from her shame proved that at least it was not a dream or an illusion.

Moreover, his arms and chest were hard and broad, and he was hugging her tightly at this moment... This familiar sense of security.

In this world, only Brother Rong can give it to her.

Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses, and then she opened her jade hands, and took the initiative to embrace her husband, but... still felt a little dazed, like a dream.

With her pretty face pressed against his chest, she raised her head, turned her autumn eyes up, and stared at her husband.

Asked softly:
"Brother Rong, aren't you and Xiaoqian'er far away?"

Zhao Rong, who had been traveling all night on the Yunhai Ferry, smiled lightly, squinted his eyes and nodded:
"I miss you."

Serious tone.

"..." Zhao Lingfei was speechless.

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PS: (Fill in the hole: Chapter [-], Zhu Yourong's letter, the foreshadowing is retracted.)
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