"My brothers and sisters are really virtuous."

Fan Yushu didn't know what he thought of, and he half sighed and half sighed.

"Hey, Little Eagle, do you think so?"

The honest man Jia Tengying moved his body and turned his back to him. He didn't pay much attention to Fan Yushu. After a while, he said dullly:

"Brother Yushu, don't give people random nicknames. You should study hard and prepare for the exam. Senior Yu is out on business today, so let me supervise you. Tzuyu has gone down the mountain and they are not here. Don't relax."

"I know, I know, aren't my brothers and sisters here? I'll take a break and study later. Don't report to some boring guy."

Fan Yushu looked curiously at Concubine Zhao Ling who was not far away, and saw that she was rolling up her sleeves, tying up her black hair, hugging the bedding and sheets in Zhao Rong's room, and going to the pool near the east fence in the yard.

"Brothers and sisters, you are so virtuous. What kind of blessing did Ziyu get from his previous life? Could it be that he saved our Xuanhuang Realm?" Fan Yushu shook his head and sighed again.

Jia Tengying couldn't help but look at Fairy Qiumu, who was washing the quilt very seriously, and nodded.

I didn’t expect that Ziyu and his wife, such a pure and noble fairy, would have such a side stained by the worldly world, eating the fireworks of the world.

Jia Tengying then returned his gaze and said with a straight face to Fan Yushu:

"Brother Yushu, have you rested well? Read your book quickly. We have been going to the Confucian Temple in the morning to participate in the preparations for the etiquette assessment. We have wasted a lot of time. We will start to conduct etiquette assessments in batches in the next few days. Don't be distracted.

, do your best in the big exam, hey, don’t let Senior Yu worry about it anymore.”

"Okay, okay, you are the least interesting. You are becoming more and more like Yu Huaijin. Who knows how I ended up staying with you two idiots these days after Tzuyu left."

"If Tzuyu were here, he would definitely agree and wouldn't let you do it."

Fan Yushu: “…………”

Beside the pool not far away, Zhao Lingfei was washing the sheets and quilts, curling her lips quietly, thinking that she would have to bring some gifts such as spiritual fruits next time she came, but she couldn't come empty-handed again.

Well, her senses are clear and her ears are very good. She didn't eavesdrop on purpose. She just paid a little attention because they mentioned the word 'Tzuyu'.

Zhao Lingfei, who was running the house, nodded and stood up. She wiped her fair forehead with water droplets on it with the back of her smooth hand, shook her head and flicked her ponytail.

She turned around and returned to Zhao Rong's room. After a while, she took out a few old clothes from the closet and took advantage of today's sunshine to wash them together.

Soon, the sound of pounding clothes could be heard by the pool in the yard.

Amidst the sound of clothes being pounded, two young students were reading in the distance.

By the pool, a beautiful woman with long autumn eyes, like a goddess who has fallen into the world, squatted by the pool, supported her chin on her knees, tied a ponytail and rolled up her sleeves, revealing a thin neck like a white swan, and a small hair like frost and snow.

He cut off his arm and washed the sheets and men's clothes.

The song tune that slipped out of the corner of her lips from time to time has stopped. There are a lot of water stains on her white skirt, which is slightly crystal clear in the sun. Two strands of black hair are scattered between the eyebrows of the beautiful woman who are concentrating. She is looking seriously.

Do the work at hand and concentrate on it.

No one who saw this scene would have imagined that this little woman huddled by the water, with a quiet profile, her movements a little clumsy, but trying her best to dress her clothes seriously, was not long ago the Taiqing Four who gathered the geniuses of a continent.

In the very grand and grand year-end Qingyuntai competition held by the government, he defeated countless heroes and geniuses, and easily stepped on the arrogant heads of all the men in the same year.

No one expected that her beautiful brows, which had not been furrowed all morning at Qingyuntai, were now lightly frowning. This household chore seemed to be more difficult than practicing fighting skills...

The noon time passed quietly.

Under the clothesline in the open space outside the north room, Zhao Lingfei hung up the last piece of clothing, took a step back, crossed her ten onion fingers, raised her two jade hands above her head, and stretched out in a straight line.

Tall, slender figure with elegant and perfect curves.

"Huh~ It's finally done." Zhao Lingfei smiled lightly, showing a rare playful look when Zhao Rong was not present.

With her hands behind her back, she felt accomplished and circled the clothesline full of clothes and quilts twice. She nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, come in the evening... maybe I haven't done it yet, so I'll collect the clothes tomorrow."

sheet."

Zhao Lingfei narrowed her autumn eyes and made some plans with her fingers. Then she did not leave immediately. Instead, she hummed a nursery rhyme in a soft voice and returned to the north room where Zhao Rong lived.

She moved a wooden rocking chair that Zhao Rong liked to sit on when he was bored to the west window where the desk was. She sat down and opened the window to let in the sunshine and fresh air.

Zhao Lingfei leaned back steadily, her slender legs were stretched out straight, and she gently rocked the wooden rocking chair, swinging and playing for a while.

She tilted her head and stood next to a desk filled with someone's aura. Her eyes like autumn water slowly swept across the heavy bookshelf, the brush holder filled with brushes like a forest, the clean blue and white porcelain pen washer, and the neat white paper.

On the above one, there are still some fragments of a sentence that he seemed to have suddenly inspired to write and then stopped in the middle of writing:

"There is a dream behind the curtain of the moon at night, and the tenderness of the spring breeze is ten miles away."

Inside the house, a woman with a tearful mole chanted softly, her clear and waxy voice echoing softly.

"The sound of the plain strings has broken, and the fragrance of the green silk has diminished... It's so beautiful that the flowers are flying in the night, and the remaining rain is hazy and the sky is clear."

"...Mengmeng, Canyu...Longqing." She tilted her head and looked at the handsome cursive writing on the white paper, murmured softly for a while, and tapped the handle of the chair with two green fingers, "It's...so nice."

"These sentences are so nice. Why are you so awesome..." A certain scumbag girl bit her red lips and lowered her head slightly. She felt a little admiration for the little happiness, but also mixed with a little fear and worry. She quietly took out one from her sleeve.

Fragrant white jade, carefully caressing it, a little stupidly picked up the white jade and put it on her delicate cheek, rubbing it gently, while the other hand covered the position of the black jade hidden between her breasts, her lips

Chichi Qingqi said, "It's mine, it's mine...it's mine..."

I don’t know if I’m talking about jade or people.

Not long after, the woman with the tear stain sniffed, licked the black hair that had slipped from her temples, put away the white jade, and prepared to turn her head.

But the next second, the corner of her narrow autumn eyes on her beautiful face inadvertently caught a glimpse of the ink marks on a piece of bamboo on the pillow of the rocking chair next to her.

Zhao Lingfei looked back and saw a line of elegant small regular letters:

"Spring is sleepy, autumn is tired, summer naps, hibernation."

"Pfft~ Big slut!" This was an essay that someone had muttered and carried in his hand when he woke up at noon. Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but smile suddenly. She tapped the pillow on the wooden rocking chair with her index finger, then she suppressed a smile and looked at someone with a sullen face.

The man thousands of miles away was slightly annoyed.

She slowly calmed down and turned to look out the window at the direction someone was leaving. She missed him for an unknown number of times.

The next second, Zhao Lingfei suddenly straightened up, kicked off the embroidered shoes on her feet, crossed her legs and sat on the wooden rocking chair. Her light and slender body was rocking. She put her palms together and rubbed them gently, looking at her autumn eyes.

He turned around and looked at the elegant objects and pen-and-ink books on Zhao Rong's desk, eager to try them out.

Like a little thief looking at a mountain of rare treasures, well, like a little cat circling a table of sumptuous fish and dishes, with a face full of joy and expectation.

Looking through my husband's things, it's not called checking. Well, it's justified... A certain sneaky kitten nodded.

Later, under the warm autumn sun, Zhao Lingfei rocked the rocking chair and curiously and happily opened these elegant books that had been with Zhao Rong for a long time.

She really wanted to know her husband thoroughly, but she couldn't help but get close to him, even if she just looked at him in a daze, it was something Zhao Lingfei would never tire of.

Because even though the two have been very familiar with each other since they were childhood sweethearts, they were still each other's former partners. After all, they had been in a cold war for so long and only got back together a few months ago.

Zhao Lingfei has a deep love for Brother Rong'er. Over the years, her pure heart has not changed, and she can still feel his affection now. However, after they have been apart for many years, some of the other's living habits and concepts are no longer familiar to them.

To slowly understand again, this wonderful feeling of slowly exploring the familiar and novel sweetheart in the midst of passionate love is like poison, which makes Zhao Lingfei a little obsessed.

Especially when I discovered the clues that Zhao Rong had missed her at some point when he was studying...

A black-sealed Confucian classic, one of the Thirteen Classics, was flipped through curiously by Zhao Lingfei. Every page on it was filled with dense notes and annotations, which made her a little dazzled. But at a certain moment, when she was about to close the book,

, a thin white onion finger paused on a certain page.

Certain lines of Zhao Rong's ink are surrounded by conspicuous large blank spaces, which are not covered by the surrounding annotation handwriting. They seem to be deliberately left out.

"Colored threads are lightly wrapped around the ruby ​​arms... small talismans are hanging slantingly on the green clouds on the temples. Beautiful women meet... a thousand years later."

There was a book on the bookshelf that seemed to be the official history of a certain country under the mountain that Zhao Rong had read through. When he gently twisted it out with two green fingers, a fragment of poem slipped out from one of the pages.

"In the spring, I admire the flowers and watch the snow in the east. I miss you when I wake up...and I miss you when I dream..."

A woman with tears in her eyes pursed her lips and covered her chest with a poem. She was in a daze for a while and murmured for a while, because she remembered the sentence in Zhao Rong's love letter, "I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit."

My heart suddenly felt sweet...

The next second, she hurriedly put the poem back into the book, and carefully returned the book to the bookshelf like a thief. Well, next time Brother Rong'er gives it to me, I must not expose any flaws. Well, what am I doing?

Didn’t see it either, didn’t see it!

The rare quiet time in the afternoon passed like this, with Zhao Lingfei burying her head from time to time, covering her cheeks with her hands or squinting her eyes to cover her lips in happiness.

It is a rare joyful pastime in the boring practice, just like his appearance in life.

From time to time, she would raise her head and glance at the sheets and quilt covers blown by the autumn wind on the clothes drying rack outside the window.

…

"Xiaoying, do you think my siblings will live in Tzuyu's room today?"

Fan Yushu had nothing to say and was really bored to death.

"I don't know." Jia Tengying shook his head and continued to read carefully while holding the book.

Fan Yushu shook his head as if sighing, "Xiao Ying, if you continue like this, you will probably not be able to find a wife in the future. You will be like a boring gourd. Will that girl like you?"

"Dong dong dong——!"

Someone knocked politely outside Dongli Xiaozhu.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Jia here?"

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying were stunned. Jia Tengying went to open the door, and Fan Yushu followed curiously.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

Outside the door, a rather familiar steward dressed as a concierge of the academy saluted politely: "There are people looking for you outside the academy. They are two girls."

"Looking for me?" Jia Tengying was stunned.

"Girl?" Fan Yushu stared, "Or two?"

The two people's concerns are completely different.

In the window of the north room of the courtyard, Zhao Lingfei also heard the movement here and put down her book...

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Chapter completed!