In a spring boudoir.

A beautiful woman stood quietly reading a letter.

On the desk in front of her, seven brocade boxes were filled with love letters. Some of the envelopes were brightly colored, and some were shimmering. At first glance, they looked like good fairy paper.

However, these were all put aside casually and ignored by the woman inadvertently.

In her eyes, she only has two love letters.

Now, a letter is in front of me.

"I dare to fight with you... I dare to fight with you... I dare..."

A pair of long autumn eyes are like a pool of spring water, and their bright eyes reflect the rows of regular script on the letter.

Zhao Rong's handwriting is strong and straight, with a solemn momentum.

Just like these lines of poetry, they are resolute and solemn, just like an unswerving oath, which will never change for the rest of his life.

Brother Rong'er, are you going to...make an alliance with Qingjun Mountain...

Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her clear eyes stared blankly at this ordinary but extraordinary letter.

Ordinary because the letterhead is just ordinary paper, just a little more refined, but not ordinary because... Qi Rui appears on the letterhead, and the dignified regular scripts shine brightly and are extraordinary.

"Shangxie...shangxie..."

Oh my god...oh my god...

Her pink lips trembled, opened and closed slightly, and murmured silently.

At this moment, strange phenomena appeared on the letter.

The breeze blew all over Zhao Lingfei's sleeves, and her two plain hands were holding the letter. The sleeves were stretched by the wind, revealing two snow-white arms, which became more slender and slender.

And the breeze that came from nowhere blew past her face, blowing her loose white clothes tightly to her figure.

The beauty has a graceful body and graceful figure.

It's just that this moment of amorous feelings that would have made Zhao Rong unable to take his eyes away if he were there, disappeared in the next second.

After Zhao Lingfei felt the spiritual energy coming to her, she came back to her senses instantly, turned over her hand, folded up the letter, breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked down at the love letter on her palm.

She smiled lightly, her eyes filled with joy, and couldn't put it down.

This love poem given to her by Brother Rong'er is a poem about Luohuapin's state of selflessness.

It can help bottleneck monks in the Fuyao Realm realize the Broken Mirror, and is also effective for monks in the Haoran Realm and beyond. It can instantly replenish spiritual energy and improve their cultivation.

Moreover, poems about the state of selflessness can be used repeatedly. After being comprehended once, they can slowly absorb the spiritual energy and recover.

Just now, because Zhao Lingfei was too immersed in her mind, she could not help but interact with the song "Shangxie", causing its spiritual energy to flow into her body.

Zhao Lingfei only needs a little guidance to absorb it. Although she is already a Haoran Realm monk and is at the bottleneck of the Haoran Realm, this spiritual energy cultivation can also loosen the mountain-like bottleneck.

However.

She didn't want to.

Not willing at all.

Although Zhao Lingfei was surprised that Brother Rong'er could write a top-grade poem, she had already known that he had written a birthday poem for Qian'er before, which was also a top-grade poem. It was also a top-grade poem, but it was not as good as hers this time.

, this time she was given a state of selflessness.

Zhao Lingfei knew that for Confucian scholars, except for those who are born with poetic talents, it is extremely difficult for most Confucian scholars to write good poems. It requires the right time, place and people, especially the latter, which is very difficult.

important.

Therefore, she thought that it was because of her and Qian'er that Brother Rong'er had pondered deeply and composed the excellent poem.

Well, Rong'er brother used to think about the neat rhythm of a poem for two or three days when he was a child. He thought about it even while eating and playing with her. Uncle Xiaobai said that he had a wooden head, but I think he was really serious.

He works 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 wrote countless love poems to her before he got this piece of fallen flowers that shocked her heart.

This is how important the relationship between a good friend is.

How could Zhao Lingfei be willing to absorb even a little bit of its spiritual energy?

She couldn't bear to part with it at all. This shining majestic regular script was so beautiful. If it absorbed spiritual energy, it would not have such brilliance.

Even if the poems in the state of selflessness can slowly recover, who knows how long it will take, and Zhao Lingfei is not willing to wait for a moment.

Whatever it was like when Brother Rong'er wrote it, keep it that way.

Can't move...

The woman thought stubbornly.

And if Zhao Rong was by her side at this time and knew what this fool was thinking, he would roll up the book and tap her on the forehead. If he was reluctant to knock this stupid lady, he would also reach out and pinch her nose.

, shaking her hands from side to side, looking at her swaying little face, and her eyes that turned up to look up at him, she laughed and scolded her as a little fool.

at some point.

Zhao Lingfei's eyes curled up, and she felt a little proud.

Although that girl Qian'er kept saying that the birthday poem was written by Brother Rong'er to her, after all, that day was not Qian'er's birthday, but hers.

But the birthday message was written consciously by Brother Rong'er to Qian'er.

Later, Qian'er also made excuses, saying that he would help her keep the poems, so she happily took away the original manuscript of the birthday poem. Later, she occasionally came to see her a few times, and Qian'er looked worried and became lawless.

The reminder seemed to be that he was afraid that she would go away and not return it.

But now, the love poem in my hand is even better than the birthday poem. It is like a falling flower without self.

Zhao Lingfei has an indifferent temperament and generally does not argue about whether her poems are of high quality or not. However, she does care about certain aspects at certain times, such as now.

Because what she cares about is the intention behind it.

Qian'er...you have to...be behind...you are not allowed to run in front of the lady...

The woman whose maiden name is Qingjun is sitting in front of her desk, her thoughts are full of emotions and emotions.

A wooden hairpin is inserted between the temples, holding up three thousand love threads, and bundling your hair, revealing a beautifully curved oval face, a snow-white neck like a white swan, and full brows and eyes, fresh and refreshing.

She was now tilting her head, supporting her chin with one hand, and looking at the two love letters on the table with clear eyes.

Zhao Lingfei quietly stretched out her hand and couldn't help but open the song "Shang Xie". She squinted at it for a few times and then closed it gently, fearing that if she continued to read it, she would react to it and lose its spiritual energy.

After a while.

The plain hand reached out again, like a little fox stealing a chicken, its fingertips dug into the seam of the paper, and carefully turned up a corner, revealing Zhao Rong's regular regular characters again.

She bit her lip and stared at it for a while, then nodded slightly and closed it again.

It just won't be long.

Sushou sneaked over again...

Zhao Lingfei chuckled, seemingly 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 ahead, which was an empty boudoir. She murmured repeatedly: "I want to know you, I want to know you... I also... want to know you..."

However, I don't know when she started to stop talking, and the smile on her face disappeared.

And when she is not smiling, her pretty face is cold.

Zhao Lingfei held her lower lip in her mouth and stared straight at another love letter on the desk.

Some dusty memories came flooding back.

The first love letter, I went back, but you left.

The second love letter, you want to get to know me...is it true?

Or...you want to trick me into going back again?

Her face turned pale.

The love letter on my chest was pressed harder and harder.

Fell in.

From then on, just like this, the woman's mind was like the clouds in the sky outside the window, which suddenly became clear and dark.

Zhao Rong didn't know that one of his love poems made Qingjun think about so many girls.

After attending class with Zhao Lingfei for the first time, he went back in a good mood, and even looking at Fan Yushu felt much more pleasing to the eye.

At night, Zhao Rong tossed and turned, his mind full of Qingjun's beautiful image.

When she was attending classes at the Four Seasons Hall, she ignored his cold expression.

When he was stalked and bullied, his almond-shaped eyes widened with anger.

After class, the figure escaping in a hurry...

Zhao Rong can't wait for Mr. Yan's class tomorrow morning.
To be continued...