Early morning of the second day.

Zhao Rong opened the door, washed himself, and prepared to go out again.

There was Mr. Yan's class this morning, and he would have morning reading with the senior brothers later. He deliberately got up early and wanted to go to Nanci Jingshe again.

squeak

The door of another room in the yard was pushed open, and Fan Yushu poked his head out, his eyes bleary, "Tzuyu, where are you going?"

Zhao Rong turned around and said expressionlessly: "Breathe the fresh air."

Fan Yushu perked up and nodded: "It's good to breathe fresh air. Wait for me and let's go together."

Zhao Rong glanced at his mouth.

Before this guy was not familiar with each other yesterday, I felt that he was a reliable and calm guy.

As a result, after experiencing the "comradeship" last night, each other knew some of the other's little secrets, and began to talk casually.

Last night, he was dragged by Fan Yushu to drink together in the courtyard. During the dinner, he listened to some beautiful stories about childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts.

Well, that's right, Fan Yushu and the female student named Ye Zhilan were also childhood sweethearts. The two families had known each other for generations, and they were still married at the fingertips.

If he wasn't bragging.

"What a coincidence? Qingjun and I are the same," Zhao Rong said casually at that time.

However, it caused Fan Yushu to sigh. He put down the wine bottle, raised his head at a 45-degree angle and looked at the moon, with a smile on his lips and a dreamy look in his eyes.

"Oh, Tzu-yu, Tzu-yu, why are you doing this? These are things you can't envy... Lang rides a bamboo horse, goes around the bed to make green plums, and lives together on Taoye Street. As a couple, we guess... Zhilan and I

They are a destined couple."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, looked at the moon, and then looked at him. After thinking for a while, he still didn't ask why he wasn't a "140-year-old wife" for such a perfect match? He was still wearing the hat of a fiancée...

After Fan Yushu said "wait a moment", he went back to the room to wash up, and then did some ink stains. Zhao Rong had known this, so he had no choice but to rush outside the door several times, and then Fan Yushu felt refreshed and went out.

Dressed very coquettishly.

Zhao Rong could smell the fragrance from three meters away...

after.

The two of them came to Nanci Jingshe to breathe fresh air with a tacit understanding.

However, Zhao Rong was destined to be disappointed. After some observation, he found that the letter delivered yesterday was still in the brocade box, and there was even an extra letter on it from an unknown animal.

As for Fan Yushu's letter, it has disappeared and was instead delivered to Ye Zhilan.

Zhao Rong sighed.

Fan Yushu beamed with joy and called the female officers outside the door "sister" one by one. He even took out some "small items" that seemed to be of high value and handed them over, but they were declined politely.

He turned around and saw Zhao Rong's expression. He quickly suppressed his smile, coughed, patted Zhao Rong's shoulder as if he had been through it before, and said sincerely:

"Tzuyu, you are already a very good man, but you are still a little behind me, mainly in details. How about you go back and try this perfume of mine?"

Zhao Rong said angrily: "Get out of here."

Then the two of them left. Mr. Yan had a class this morning, and they had to listen and do things. They were probably going to be busy again.

Dongcheng, Wutong Street.

Zhao Lingfei stayed in Qinglian for a night. In the morning, after carefully warning Uncle Kun and Uncle Xiaobai again, she left in a hurry.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyelids were slightly drooped, and she walked slowly down the street, ignoring the passers-by around her.

Since her brief separation from that person that night, Zhao Lingfei has often been distracted in the past few days.

Qian'er is not here, she lives alone in Qinglianxuan.

Sometimes when she went to fetch water early in the morning, she would suddenly stop walking under a certain tree, lower her head slightly, and peek at the face with the corners of her mouth turned up on the clear water in the bucket.

Sometimes after taking a nap in the afternoon and waking up naturally, she would rub her eyes, then hold her chin in her hands, bite her little finger lightly, and stare blankly at the green potted plants in front of the window.

Sometimes while meditating in the middle of the night, she would gently open her eyes and look left and right at the empty and silent room. Then she would quietly take out those items about someone that had been sealed away thinking they would never be opened again, and carefully pick them up.

Like a little kitten, she squinted her eyes and looked carefully in the moonlight.

These are the initial moments after separation from that person.

But as time went by, Zhao Lingfei's eyebrows began to wrinkle slightly. When practicing in Qinglianxuan, she always subconsciously looked out the window.

Sometimes there would be slight footsteps in front of the courtyard gate. She would close her eyes and practice, and would purse her red lips. Her mind would be drawn towards it. In the end, she would realize that she was just a passerby, so she would relax her shoulders again. She could wait for the next footsteps to come again, and then she would relax.

The shoulder will suddenly lift again.

After that, every time she held her chin in a daze, she would gradually puff out her mouth and narrow her long eyes, wondering who she was angry with.

In this way, as time went on, she, who was originally cold-tempered, became more and more unable to calm down, and gradually became distracted.

Why haven't you come to find me yet?

How can you be so annoying?

Don't come here...you, where are you now?

Zhao Lingfei gradually began to look sad when she thought of that person.

In fact, it was only less than half a decade since the two separated.

But now, in the past few days, Zhao Lingfei could no longer sit still and started running to the door of Nanci Jingshe two or three times a day to ask the female official if she had a letter from Qinglianju.

After receiving another negative answer yesterday, Zhao Lingfei hurried back to Qinglian Residence on Wutong Street without thinking.

He has never been here.

Uncle Kun and Uncle Xiaobai told her.

On the street, Zhao Lingfei suddenly stopped returning to Taiqing Mansion.

She changed direction and went to the beach where she had separated from Zhao Rong.

Zhao Lingfei searched carefully for an hour, but there was still no trace.

She stood quietly in the sea breeze for a moment, thinking over and over again in her mind Zhao Rong's smile when he left that day.

at some point.

Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath, turned around and left.

Her plain hands under her sleeves tightly grasped two jade plaques.

Concubine Zhao Ling returned to the four palaces of Taiqing.

Enter the house from the north gate.

Her complexion has returned to calm.

Along the way, some students she met called her senior sister, and Concubine Zhao Ling nodded lightly.

She walked towards Nanci Jingshe, preparing to return to Qinglianxuan to calm down and retreat for a few days.

But when she thought of the bottleneck of the Haoran Realm that had been holding her back, Zhao Lingfei stopped, and Ning Ying's words from that day vaguely rang in her ears.

She turned around and looked around, then walked forward, stopped a female student from Fuyao Mansion who was passing by, and asked a few polite questions.

The female student was a little cautious, recalled for a moment, then raised her hand and pointed in the direction she came from, "Senior Sister Zhao, there is a Four Seasons Hall in the green forest ahead, where Mr. Yan, the new student from Linlu Academy, is taking classes."

Zhao Lingfei nodded, thanked her, and walked towards the Four Seasons Hall.
Chapter completed!