Chapter 167 The person in front of you is the sweetheart
The female student looked curiously at Zhao Lingfei's leaving figure.
Thoughtful.
Are you going to attend Confucian classes in Fuyao Mansion?
Oh, I seem to have heard that she has been stuck at the bottleneck of Haoran Realm recently.
Regarding Zhao Lingfei, she has seen very little since she entered the palace. She has only seen her from a distance at some competitions or ceremonies, but it is easy to identify. After all, the tear mole under her left eye is probably looked for by everyone in the palace.
There is no other woman like this.
Looking at it from a close distance, it feels more beautiful than I imagined...
The female student was slightly surprised.
in addition.
There have been a lot of rumors about Senior Sister Zhao recently.
Apart from the bottleneck that attracted everyone's attention, the most widely circulated story was that not long ago, at the foot of Youshan Mountain in Dongcheng, senior brother Jiang Chebai, who was very famous in the previous years, expressed his feelings to her.
This was indeed a big piece of gossip, but I heard that Zhao Lingfei decisively rejected it.
Many people were asking about the specific situation at that time, but the senior brothers and sisters from Xiaoyao Mansion who came back with Zhao Lingfei did not go into details and were somewhat evasive about it.
This is also reasonable.
After all, Senior Brother Jiang was the former genius of Xiaoyao Mansion. He left just a few years ago, and now he is the disciple of a certain big shot in Tianya Jiange. It is better to take his face into consideration and not talk nonsense.
But from this we can roughly guess that, well, the situation must have been very bad at that time, and one party must have been particularly embarrassed.
Therefore, many students in the government had to say more or less with emotion, Senior Sister Zhao is indeed Senior Sister Zhao.
At the same time, there was another piece of news that followed it and spread in a small area in the house, but it did not spread widely because most of the people who heard it did not believe it.
Among the senior brothers and sisters who returned from the Youshan ceremony that day, one or two revealed that it was true that Zhao Lingfei was married, she had said it herself, and... her husband had already arrived, and he was a Confucian scholar.
However, word spread that most of the students in Taiqing Mansion, especially the male students, still did not believe that Concubine Zhao Ling had a husband.
They still don't believe it.
How could such a woman get married so quietly?
Not to mention something as grand as the Taoist Couple Ceremony held on Youshan Mountain, at least the man who married her must also have some kind of spectacle.
Besides, Concubine Zhao Ling’s husband is a Confucian scholar? Oh, that’s the seed for studying in the academy. According to the past practice of both parties, if an academician can use a small hoe to dig out such a corner of Taiqing Mansion, then it will not be passed down.
Everyone knows?
What? The brothers and sisters who revealed their secrets said again that the ordinary Confucian scholar who didn’t know the details and looked at ordinary Confucian students was Zhao Lingfei’s childhood sweetheart?
Oh, so he still has no background, is unarmed, and has a naturally useless physique, but he also has a hidden backhand and is full of adventures?
How do we know this, you ask? It’s written like this in the story books.
If these thoughts are the first reaction of most people's skepticism, then some of Zhao Lingfei's behaviors in recent days can even more prove their views.
It was still the same as before, walking around alone in the mansion. Most of the time, he stayed behind closed doors in Qinglianxuan. Except for some senior sisters he knew, he did not receive any outsiders.
If you say that she is a widow, it will be easier for people to believe than saying that her husband has arrived.
As for Zhao Lingfei's simple dress with bunted hair, it is indeed arousing suspicion. This is also the source of the earlier marriage rumors. However, she has many reasons for doing this. For example, her practice is stuck at a bottleneck. She should practice with a pure heart for a while, such as
Pretending to be a gentleman's wife, dissuading harassers, etc.
In Taiqing Mansion, there are all kinds of strange things and strange people. When walking on the road, I see a few people wearing straw sandals and bare feet. At first glance, they are dressed like the children of destiny...
Therefore, in the eyes of most students, Concubine Zhao Ling is still the white lotus in Taiqing Mansion. No matter how many muddy rumors there are, she is still there, untainted and not evil.
The female student looked at Zhao Lingfei's back and saw that she had disappeared, so she turned around and left.
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Zhao Lingfei walked into the shade of a tree. At a certain moment, she heard the sound of turning books.
Looking through the scattered gaps in the leaves.
An open lecture hall without walls is hidden in the woods.
When she arrived, more than half of the seats in the lecture hall were filled.
The exit of the tree-lined path that Zhao Lingfei walked is located behind the Four Seasons Hall.
At this moment, she took a quick look.
It was the academy gentleman sitting high on the apricot platform, facing her.
Below are rows of students kneeling in front of the desk. Near the Xingtai are some Confucian students wearing academy uniforms. They all have their backs to Concubine Zhao Ling at the moment.
The old black-haired Mr. Yan was still teaching loudly and did not raise his eyes to pay attention to her. Most of the students in the audience were listening attentively.
The Four Seasons Hall, which accommodates a hundred people, was very quiet, with only the clear voice of the old man and the sound of books being turned over from time to time.
A sparse and ordinary teaching scene.
Zhao Lingfei swept her eyes and walked lightly into the Four Seasons Hall. There was no one in the back rows, so she found a seat in the corner and sat down.
In front of the Four Seasons Hall, Li Jinshu, who was serving Mr. Yan, happened to see this scene. Seeing that another student came to attend the lecture, he looked at the junior fellow students under the podium. They were sitting on the edge of the side to observe the lecture, and the lobby
Those sitting in the middle were all students from Fuyao Mansion.
At this time, Zhao Rong was sitting upright and listening to the lecture, holding a langhao small regular script in his hand. He lowered his head from time to time and wrote something on the rice paper.
Seeing Li Jinshu's eyes, before he could react hurriedly, Fan Yushu, who was next to him, quickly stood up, took a book of Confucian classics and went to the back to give it to the new students who came to attend the class.
Everyone who attended the lecture had a copy of this book, and these chores of distributing books and delivering materials were all done by them, teachers and disciples.
Zhao Rong's expression remained as usual and he did not look back.
I have gradually become accustomed to Fan Yushu's behavior. In front of Mr. Yan and some senior brothers and sisters, this guy looks like an outstanding student who is proactive, upright and dedicated to learning. He takes the lead in everything he does.
But privately...
Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu's desk. In addition to the books that Mr. Yan was currently using for his lectures, there was also a book with an unidentifiable cover.
But he knew him. When we met for the first time that morning, that guy was reading this book and writing a love letter at the same time.
And just now, Fan Yushu was listening to the lecture with an attentive expression, while flipping through the pages seriously, nodding from time to time.
As expected of you, Fan Yushu, a talented student.
Zhao Rong suppressed his laughter and continued to concentrate on the lecture.
But.
Not for a while.
Fan Yushu returned from the rear with a slightly hurried pace, and suddenly sat back down in the seat next to Zhao Rong. He sat upright, expressionless, and looked directly at the excited Mr. Yan who was speaking on the podium. After three breaths of silence, Fan Yushu's upper body faced
Zhao Rong leaned slightly. He was still looking forward, but his teeth were squeezed.
"Tzuyu...Tzuyu..."
Zhao Rong frowned and looked away.
"That woman in the back...look..."
Zhao Rong lowered his head and wrote an essay carefully on the paper.
"I haven't seen her before. I wonder if... that woman... seems to be Zhao Lingfei."
Zhao Rong's hand holding the pen shook and his movements froze.
Slowly, an ink ball appeared on the white paper, and the area became larger and larger.
He stared down at the ball of ink spreading where he stopped writing on the paper, blinked, then pursed his lips and turned his head.
He just glanced behind him and then looked back.
Take a deep breath.
"Tzuyu...is it her? This woman is too good-looking, um, a little prettier than my Zhilandu...I see there is a tear mole under her left eye, which seems to be very famous in Taiqing Mansion, right?
Is she really Concubine Zhao Ling from Xiaoyao Mansion? How could she come here to attend classes..."
Fan Yushu continued to sigh in a voice that only two people could hear.
Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu, but did not answer. He put down his wolf hair, straightened his waist, and looked at Mr. Yan on the apricot platform seriously, as if nothing had happened, and listened carefully.
Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong with his peripheral vision, feeling a little strange.
At this moment.
Mr. Yan assigned a question on classics and meanings for the students in the lecture hall to answer. Li Jinshu, who was in charge of the lecture, prepared to arrange for people to distribute rice paper.
Upon seeing this, Fan Yushu was prepared to respond positively and "very energetically".
However, someone is more energetic than him.
Next to him, Zhao Rong, who had been silent until now, suddenly stood up and walked forward the next second to distribute blank papers to the students.
Fan Yushu was stunned and hurriedly followed.
Four Seasons Hall, at the rear left corner.
Zhao Lingfei raised her head and listened to the words of the academy gentleman on Xingtai with a focused expression.
But after a while, Liu Mei gradually frowned towards the middle.
She could understand every word that the gentleman on the stage said, but even with all the twists and turns that came together, she couldn't figure out what he was talking about.
And the allusions and sage quotes that Mr. Academy picked up at his fingertips gave her even more headaches.
Why is it so difficult? It is much boring than those poems and songs...
Zhao Lingfei wrinkled her little nose and let out a sigh of relief. She lowered her head and flipped through the annotation book just sent by a college student.
After hearing the topic assigned by her husband, she buried her pretty face in the book, looking for an explanation of a certain "Sage Says".
For a moment, some noise in the lecture hall reached Zhao Lingfei's ears, as if some college students were handing out manuscripts...
She bit her lip, with a serious face, and turned the pages page by page.
at some point.
There were footsteps near the table.
The light dimmed.
A man's hand placed a piece of rice paper on the table, next to the book Zhao Lingfei was reading.
Without raising her head, she took out a bare hand and took it from the big hand in her peripheral vision.
Just a few breaths later, the man was still standing by the table, still blocking the light from the side.
But before she could react, the man at the table who seemed to be staring at her, which she found a little annoying, sat down on the table next to her.
It seems that he is not leaving.
Zhao Lingfei's pretty face was cold, and she suddenly turned her head, her eyes indifferent.
The man's eyes were warm and the corners of his mouth were raised.
Zhao Rong greeted her gaze with a smile.
Zhao Lingfei's pupils shrank suddenly, her clear eyes reflecting this extremely familiar face.
Like a pool of clear water, it finally holds the bright moon in its arms.
The moon in the water is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of me is... my sweetheart.
In the back corner of the Four Seasons Hall, there is a pair of childhood sweethearts, looking at each other.
The lectures in the front are still continuing, but this small corner in the back belongs to Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei.
Well, strictly speaking, they are not counted as two people, because... a certain student with a special ability was worried that another student with a special ability would cause trouble, so he followed him to the back row. After handing out the rice paper, Yu was not far away from the two of them.
I found a seat and sat down...
However, at this time, the two of them did not pay any attention to Fan Yushu.
Zhao Rong smiled brightly and winked at Zhao Lingfei with a proud look.
Xiao Qingjun, you let me find you, right? What if you hide in the Taiqing Mansion at the end of the world?
All mountains and seas can be leveled.
Zhao Lingfei tried her best to keep a cold face, but the person she missed day and night was right in front of her, so she still couldn't keep her face straight, and her eyes were a little wandering.
At this time, when she saw Zhao Rong's winking look, she was immediately stunned, but then she realized that it seemed like he was flirting, and now she was still "investigating" him...
Zhao Lingfei took a breath, immediately calmed down her expression, turned back and continued to lower her head, reading the book seriously.
When Zhao Rong saw that Qingjun was ignoring him, he coughed lightly, turned around and looked around, ignoring the widened eyes of a certain student with special skills.
He found that Mr. Yan on Xingtai was drinking tea and taking a break, not paying attention to the people below, while the students in the front row were doing questions with their heads covered, and many students were even consulting the brothers and sisters from the academy on the side.
Zhao Rong turned around and glanced at Zhao Lingfei, who was biting her lip and sullen, staring at the white paper "seriously" doing the questions, and raised her eyebrows.
He moved the case in front of him towards Zhao Lingfei.
Suddenly.
Their two tables were joined together.
Zhao Rong rubbed his knees to the left and knelt down beside Zhao Lingfei with a smile.
Very, very close.
Zhao Lingfei moved to the left without raising her head, followed by Zhao Rong.
If she moved again, he would follow her.
Even closer, I can already feel his temperature.
Zhao Lingfei's breathing was slightly suffocated.
The side has reached the edge of the table and cannot be moved any further.
She suddenly turned her head and stared at Zhao Rong with her beautiful eyes, her expression extremely disgusting.
Zhao Rong smiled warmly.
Zhao Lingfei stared for a while, but the man's gentle gaze was like poison, and she was defeated first.
For some reason, Zhao Lingfei suddenly felt a little aggrieved. She sniffed slightly, turned her head, no longer looked at Zhao Rong, and stared straight at the untouched white paper on the table.
When Zhao Rong saw Zhao Lingfei's incomprehensible eyes, his heart suddenly hurt, and he carefully observed Zhao Lingfei's expression.
He held his hands on the table, looked at Zhao Lingfei's face test, and then looked at the scripture questions on the table.
"Fool, it's like this..."
Zhao Rong gently took the pen from Zhao Lingfei's hand. Her warmth and fragrance were still on the penholder. He wrote lightly and told Zhao Lingfei this sutra question in a gravelly voice.
Zhao Lingfei had no expression on her face, staring at the white paper written by Zhao Rong, listening to his explanation without saying a word.
at some point.
She secretly glanced at Zhao Rong's serious profile.
The two of them were quite close, so their noses occasionally touched each other's breath.
Warm and itchy.
Time passed minute by minute.
"...Okay, that's it, Qingjun, do you understand, or I'll say it again." Zhao Rong turned around and looked at Zhao Lingfei seriously.
Zhao Lingfei stared at the white paper without looking at him, and nodded.
Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded to mean that he understood, or did he not understand and would like to continue talking?
But before he could ask again.
Mr. Yan on the apricot platform in front announced loudly that get out of class was over.
All the students in the hall got up one after another, and the Four Seasons Hall became noisy.
Seeing this, Zhao Lingfei stood up quickly, folded and put away the rice paper filled with Zhao Rong's words, and ran away in a slight panic.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, did not chase him, and watched him leave.
Just when her figure was about to leave and disappear, she suddenly remembered something and shouted:
"Qingjun, I wrote you a letter. It's at the concierge of your monastery!"
Zhao Lingfei nodded and disappeared into the forest.