Zhu Yourong left.

She took the first step and returned north to Duyou City.

At the intersection behind Huangling Waterfall, Zhao Rong stood quietly for a while in the thick water vapor.

He was holding his sleeves at this time, reached into his sleeves and touched something, then turned around and prepared to turn on the mechanism that separated the water flow of the waterfall.

At this time, in Xinhu, Gui nodded and said:

"Zhao Rong, what little junior brother Zhu Yourong just said, should be talking about you, right? Except for the crazy pursuit of her and being killed by ladies for dinner, which have not happened so soon, other aspects cannot be compared with your current situation.

To say they are similar, we can only say they are exactly the same."

Zhao Rong did not respond, turned on the mechanism, and the waterfall separated.

He left Huangling Waterfall alone and came to the shore. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to walk towards the upstream of Huangling Waterfall, which was the direction of his current home.

Gui couldn't help but said: "Hey, did you really not hear it or did you pretend that you didn't hear it?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Don't talk nonsense."

"What are you talking nonsense about? A certain busty female gentleman almost didn't pronounce your name."

Sword Spirit curled his lips, "Why did she make up this 'little junior brother', and why did she tell you about her relationship...you really can't tell?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

The man shook his head calmly, folded his sleeves, and walked home.

His steps didn't stop at all, just like going home on a normal afternoon after finishing work.

Then Gui was determined to wake him up.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them.

At a certain moment, the calm and determined voice of the Sword Spirit came from his inner lake:

"Don't lie to yourself. Mr. Zhu, whom you respect, trust and even be close to, has changed his attitude towards you. Well, you can also continue to find excuses and say that she is just your close Taoist friend, just a joke among friends.

"

It sighed softly. "But obviously, what she said just now was so frank... Well, the great friendship that you seriously consider yourself to have already deteriorated in advance, very shamefully, on the part of fellow Taoist Yourong."

The lazy and straightforward voice of the sword spirit echoed in the silent ears of Zhao Rong.

"It's better now. She just threw this 'problem' to you before she left. She didn't even dare to see your reaction and fled back to the academy... However, Mr. Zhu Da, who is suddenly very brave, is probably now

I’m waiting for your response and processing.”

Zhao Rong remained calm and his pace remained unchanged.

It's not too big of a deal to just watch the excitement.

At this time, it coughed and said seriously: "Zhao Rong, you still say you are not a scumbag?"

This is indeed the case. He clearly told Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er yesterday that the relationship between him and Mr. Zhu was normal and there was no dirty affair.

However, today the intellectual and dignified Zhu Yourong betrayed the great friendship.

It was true that he stabbed Zhao Rong hard in the back.

The sword spirit finished speaking and waited patiently for someone's response.

However, Zhao Rong still folded his hands and walked forward alone.

He walked quietly for a while, but paused slightly, "Have you finished speaking?"

Sword Spirit said honestly: "I've finished speaking, now it's your turn, Zhao Rong."

"That's a good talk. Don't talk about it again next time." He said calmly.

Return: "…………"

Zhao Rong stopped making any sound and kept his expression as usual as he walked towards the home where Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er were.

After walking for a while, his hand touched something in his sleeve again.

Afterwards, Zhao Rong remained silent all the way and returned to the bamboo forest house built by the scholars who guarded the mausoleum upstream.

It was the afternoon, and the rare autumn sun was in full bloom today. It shone on the semi-abandoned courtyards in the bamboo forest, adding a touch of warmth to the cold late autumn.

Zhao Rong clasped his hands and passed by a small courtyard in a bamboo forest where life and death had once been, passing by a bamboo forest with thousands of bamboo leaves that had fallen off, and passing by a small stream...

Finally, Zhao Rong suddenly stopped at the corner of the intersection not far from the elegant courtyard where he and Qingjun Qian'er settled.

One more step forward and you'll be home.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who had always looked calm and normal, suddenly showed some... guilt and self-blame on his face.

It also contains some complex expressions.

For example... confusion, doubt, etc.

Zhao Rong suddenly took a deep breath, raised his feet, and walked forward... half a step.

The man's head slightly poked out of the intersection, allowing him to see clearly the scene in the elegant courtyard not far away.

In the sight of Zhao Rong quietly watching.

In the yard, Qingjun was combing her hair in a bun, as if she had just taken a bath and incense. She was wearing a thin and close-fitting light pink skirt. He and her clothes were drying in the yard, as well as the bedding they slept on last night.

Under the warm sunshine, Qing Jun was facing the contemplative Zhao Rong. He was bending down and placing Zhao Rong's changed boots in the sun. His delicate body was outlined by the close-fitting skirt.

She looked calm and focused, and she didn't know if she was thinking about when her husband would return.

Xiao Qian'er could not be seen in the yard. She must be in the house, or the little girl couldn't help but go out.

Thinking of the latter possibility, Zhao Rong quickly retracted his feet and looked behind him.

Afraid of being caught by her when she returns.

Fortunately, the next second, Zhao Rong heard a clear and sweet call belonging to a girl, coming from the east wing of the elegant courtyard.

"Miss, please pour some more hot water for me. Phew, the water in the bucket is cold again."

Qingjun, who was skillfully drying the bedclothes in the courtyard, turned around helplessly and said, "Qian'er, why are you still lying in the bathtub? It's been two-quarters of an hour. Please hurry up and get out of the bath."

"Miss, I want to wash myself clean. There was too much blood on my body yesterday. I don't know if I wiped it clean when I took a bath last night. I always feel a little uncomfortable when I go to bed at night. I don't know if Brother Rong'er smells it.

I have no blood, do I dislike it..."

The cute girl in the bathtub in the house spoke in a lower tone, "I used to sleep with Brother Rong'er, and when I woke up in the morning he would bury his face in my hair, smell me, and prick me with his stubble... This morning he didn't move at all, he was calm.

It’s scary, it was the same thing last night…”

Zhao Rong, who was hiding around the corner, pursed his lips.

In the yard, Qingjun was also silent. He pushed the hair on his forehead behind his ears with his slender fingers, turned around and prepared to enter the house.

"By the way, miss, give me the soap you use to wash your hair. This 'cold soap' produced by Cuixianfang smells so good, I want to use it too. Brother Rong'er seems to like it too. Well, I said before

Why does he rub so much against you every time we make out..."

Xiao Qianer's tone became happy and she called Miss.

Qingjun shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, that's okay. Just wash it up quickly."

Xiao Qian'er suddenly said: "Miss, when do you think Brother Rong'er will be back?"

"I don't know, he might be busy...don't disturb him."

"Oh, Qian'er knows that and will definitely not bother him."

The sound of rushing water came from the east wing room. Zhao Rong, who was familiar with girls, could even imagine that it was Xiao Qianer who stood up in the tub, exposing her white and fragrant shoulders. At this time, she felt cold and made a splash.

He hid under the water in the tub again and held his little arms to keep warm.

In the east wing, Xiao Qian'er was bathing in a fragrant bath with floating petals, her wet hair was combed in front of her round and petite left shoulder.

Only her little head poked out of the water, her wet and bare face looked up with her eyes closed, and she muttered:

"...But Miss, do you think Brother Rong'er will end the matter quickly and come back early~"

At this moment, Zhao Lingfei, who was about to enter the house, paused in front of the door, turned around and looked at the only corner road outside the courtyard.

It seems to be a blessing to the soul.

However,

There was no trace of him there.

There was no sound of her very familiar footsteps coming from the invisible place behind the corner.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked dazed and stared there for three breaths, as if she was imagining something... But then, she shook her head lightly and turned around.

Just at this time, the cute and innocent murmurs of little Qian'er who was bathing behind the screen in the east wing came again.

"Miss, help me get the towel, I forgot something..."

As the girl finished speaking, an exquisite little white jade sword with strange patterns flew out from the east wing with a crisp jingle, and came to help the young master get a towel.

It's a pity that a first-class flying sword was given to a certain unreliable girl to do this job.
To be continued...