When the first "Qingjun" sounded.

No one knew who this young Confucian scholar who came rushing over just a few breaths ago was calling.

But when he approached eagerly, he was deflected by the silver sword energy and let out an inexplicable cry.

A miracle happened.

When the young Confucian scholar rushed over again.

The silver-white sword energy, which even the golden elixir sword cultivator could not advance even an inch, trembled along with its master.

flinched.

Don't dare to touch him again.

Just like a young deer encountering a tiger coming down the mountain, an antelope sees a hungry wolf slowly circling.

But it didn't take long for everyone to be surprised.

The next moment.

The young Confucian scholar had already stepped forward and took Concubine Zhao Ling's left hand.

Yes.

That's right.

The one he held in his arms... was Concubine Zhao Ling!

He...what did he do?

Jiang Chebai's heaving chest suddenly shrank, and he breathed "ho...ho...ho" from his mouth, and his protruding eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

Ning Ying's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly.

The people in Taiqing Mansion were also dumbfounded, and some even rubbed their eyes.

Many other monks who were watching the fun were also watching intently.

At this moment.

The long river of time seems to have stopped flowing briefly in this place under the mountain.

Almost everyone on the field froze in place.

Time seems to pass very slowly,

Even the expression stayed at the previous second, let alone the change in emotion.

And one of the only two things that's still moving.

It's their slowly turning heads.

His eyes followed the two figures walking hand in hand on the field.

One is dressed in green and the other is dressed in white.

are connected together.

Everyone's eyes were on Zhao Rong's calm face with his lips pursed, Zhao Lingfei's lowered head with no expression, and the two held hands together, circling back and forth.

Zhao Rong led Concubine Zhao Ling, ignoring everyone and striding forward without looking sideways.

He wants to take his wife and leave.

After Zhao Lingfei was grabbed by his hand from behind, she kept looking down at that domineering hand.

Except for a slight struggle at first, after being squeezed hard by him, she showed no resistance and followed him step by step.

Zhao Rong is in front, and Zhao Lingfei is behind.

The two of them were like two fish swimming through a stagnant river.

The water is moving.

The crowd in front parted like a rock.

But.

But there were still people standing there, motionless.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his chin, and said in a serious tone:

"Go away"

Jiang Chebai was staring blankly at the jingling black and white jade plaque on Zhao Rong's waist.

Hear this now.

He raised his head suddenly and glared angrily.

But he met Zhao Rong's calm eyes.

Jiang Chebai tensed his cheeks, his nose trembled, and stared straight at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong's eyes were unblinking and his face was expressionless.

The two people's eyes collided in the air.

Standing in place silently.

Zhao Lingfei did not intervene in the stalemate between the two men.

She stood obediently behind Zhao Rong, still lowering her head and looking at the hands held by Zhao Rong, with a blank expression on her pretty face, not knowing what she was thinking.

Time passes minute by minute.

Jiang Chebai clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and stared into Zhao Rong's eyes.

In those eyes, from just now to now, there is still the calmness of Gujing...

Time seems to go on like this forever.

The two of them seemed to stand here forever, turning into stone statues.

But.

some moment

Under the gaze of Zhao Rong's unwavering eyes.

Jiang Chebai's bloodshot eyes turned slightly to one side.

Zhao Rong immediately moved.

Holding Concubine Zhao Ling's hand, she marched forward in a straight line.

Very fast pace.

The next second.

The two seemed to be about to collide.

Jiang Chebai's heart trembled.

The body still subconsciously opened to the side.

Zhao Rong led Zhao Lingfei past Jiang Chebai without stopping.

Ignoring Jiang Chebai's angry eyes again after he reacted.

The road after that has already been cleared by everyone.

Ning Ying and everyone from the Taiqing Mansion, who came with Zhao Lingfei, had already given in at some point.

Zhao Rong led Zhao Lingfei and passed in front of them without stopping.

Each one has different eyes.

Ning Yingyu picked up a strand of hair in front of her shaved shoulders and gently twisted it. After casually glancing at Jiang Chebai, who was blushing, Ning Ying turned her eyes back and carefully looked at the people walking in front of her.

Zhao Rong.

Ning Ying lowered her head slightly, bit her lip lightly, and casually played with the strand of black hair with her delicate hands. Her beautiful eyes turned up slightly, and she looked at Zhao Rong's side face without blinking, her eyes gradually brightened.

Senior Sister Yu'er beside her was looking at Zhao Rong's back with complicated eyes.

She still had an impression of this man who was following them "obscenely" with "obsessed" eyes not long ago, and she couldn't help but recall the scene again...

He turned out to be Zhao Lingfei’s childhood sweetheart and scholarly husband?

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei moved very quickly.

Soon he was gone.

But everyone still stared at the backs of the two people silently.

Until they disappeared around the corner.

Then they all looked back.

only.

For a moment, there was still silence on the field.
To be continued...