Zhao Rong's shout attracted many people to turn around.
However, get out of class had just ended at this time, and the Four Seasons Hall was very noisy. The crowd dispersed in all directions. In addition, no one could recognize the word "Qingjun", so they did not know that it was Zhao Lingfei's maiden name, and in the hearts of all the men in the house. Under the moon, Qinglianhua was just listening to the class together from behind.
However, someone still saw it.
Zhao Rong reluctantly withdrew his gaze. He was looking at the beautiful figure of the "fearful little deer" from behind, so he couldn't see whether she nodded or not. He couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. He thought about chasing after him, but he didn't know how to rush.
, then give up.
At this moment, a figure rushed to Zhao Rong and locked his throat.
"You, you, you really know Zhao Lingfei?"
Fan Yushu's handsome, powdered face still had a look of disbelief, even though everything he had just stared at and observed proved this point.
This gust of fragrant wind blew towards his face. Zhao Rong opened Fan Yushu's hand in disgust and curled his lips slightly: "Didn't I tell you, Qingjun, um, Concubine Ling is my wife..."
He blinked and said, "Three matchmakers and six betrothals. It is clear that the matchmaker is marrying me. How can it be false? Why don't I show you the marriage certificate?"
Zhao Rong did not elaborate on who was "marrying" whom. Ahem, is this important? Not important!
Fan Yushu nodded seriously and said, "Okay, show me."
"Get lost."
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Zhao Lingfei trotted hurriedly for a while. When she saw that the bamboo horse behind her who had not noticed before but was now becoming more and more "shameless" did not come after her, she slowly recovered and breathed a sigh of relief.
After just a few breaths of silence, Zhao Lingfei narrowed her long autumn eyes slightly, looked back, and looked behind no one.
She suddenly felt some secret worries in her heart, and then she began to worry about gains and losses...
Zhao Lingfei shook her head slightly from side to side a few times, her chest rose and fell, and her expression gradually returned to its former calm and desolate state.
It's just that the pink cheeks still can't fade for a long time.
It attracted some sideways glances from some passing students.
Zhao Lingfei glanced at her with her clear eyes, and the men who were peeking at her all looked away.
She didn't pay attention, because at this time, her heart was still repeatedly echoing the words of that person before leaving.
How come he became a student of Linlu Academy and came to Taiqing Mansion with a gentleman from the academy... He was so anxious before. Really, he was running around everywhere, but... it was quite good, just to take the initiative.
Come find me...
Brother Rong'er is quite good-looking in his student clothes, and he feels a bit more energetic. Well, he was actually very good-looking before, but he just had a straight face towards me every day. Now...well, he has a playful and smiling face, and every act he does is...also makes people...
Hate……
Also, why has Brother Rong'er's handwriting changed? It's different from when he was a child... Is it Uncle Xiaobai's bottle of wine... There are many other things that are different. Has he experienced a lot of things in these years... No
,cannot talk to him yet...
Letter, letter, his letter to me, my letter...
Zhao Lingfei's eyes were bright, her two small white hands hidden under her sleeves were carefully stroking the rough rice paper covered with someone's characters, and she walked towards Nanci Jingshe with light steps.
About half an hour later.
Concubine Zhao Ling came to the door of Nanci Jingshe. At this time, she had returned to her usual look.
Zhao Lingfei stopped in front of the table and said politely to a female official with a high bun who had already stood up to greet her:
"Hello, may I have a letter from me?"
The voice is cold.
The female official with a high bun sighed slightly, "Miss Zhao, I still haven't received the letter you ordered today."
This Miss Zhao has been asking every day for the past few days, and she doesn’t know what the letter is that makes her so unable to let go...
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and said, "No, it's not that, it's... well, give me all those letters you sent me."
The female official with a high bun was slightly stunned. She couldn't help but take another look at Zhao Lingfei. She felt that something was a little different from before. How was this cold-tempered Fairy Zhao going to read the love letters sent by those men?
She cleared her throat, feeling strange, but didn't think much about it, "Okay, wait a minute."
After saying that, the female official with a high bun took out seven brocade boxes one by one, with the words Qinglianxuan written on them.
Concubine Zhao Ling waved her sleeves and put it into the Sumeru object. Without saying anything, she turned around and entered Nanci Jingshe.
He walked briskly and disappeared from everyone's sight after a while.
Several female officials saw this and looked at each other.
This is a clean and elegant house.
look around.
The tables and chairs carved from fine rosewood are engraved with a variety of delicate patterns, and the delicate and gentle feeling of belonging to my daughter's home is flowing everywhere.
The faint scent of sandalwood and a pleasant fragrance unique to women float quietly in the room.
Inside the house, tiny bits of sunlight shine through the hollow carved windows.
In the southeast corner is an exquisite couch covered by a green and white curtain, with tassels swaying gently in the wind.
Next to the couch is a mahogany dressing table with a diamond-shaped bronze mirror, located under the south window.
This is a woman's private boudoir, which is fresh and comfortable overall. However, except for some necessary things, there are not many interesting things found in a secular woman's boudoir. Overall, the owner of the private boudoir appears to be plain, elegant, simple and simple.
At this time.
A woman pushed open the door and entered.
Her hair is tied up in white clothes, her eyebrows are lonely and cold, but the light brown mole under her long eyes gives people a delicate and soft look.
At first glance, one will be amazed at what a stunning fairy with ethereal beauty.
After Zhao Lingfei entered the room, she still stood at the door, closed the two doors with her back, leaned against the door, panting slightly, and calmed down for a while.
She glanced around the empty boudoir with lively eyes, then leaned against the door and raised her head slightly, her eyes flashing.
I don't know what I'm thinking about.
The woman stayed quiet for a while.
At a certain moment, the corner of her lips curled up slightly, creating a shallow arc that immediately lit up this elegant and simple boudoir.
This feeling, this scene, this moment, these people.
It is the most moving color in this room.
Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and smiled, thinking for a while, the corners of her mouth became even more curved.
Regarding the love letter from that person, she was still anxious when she was outside, but now she became more relaxed after returning to the boudoir.
After savoring a certain feeling for a while, Zhao Lingfei moved and walked slowly to the wardrobe next to the dressing table.
This is one of the most private places in a woman's boudoir.
Zhao Lingfei opened the closet, blushing slightly, and quietly opened the clothes she liked and the intimate clothes, and found something inside.
In a private corner of this private place, there is hidden the most cherished private item of this left-behind green lotus in Taiqing Mansion that is coveted by countless men.
Zhao Lingfei squinted her eyes, moved a pile of neatly stacked wedding dresses aside in the wardrobe, and took out a beautiful wooden box hidden underneath.
The embroidery box is thick and covered with black paint. It is tied with a red ribbon wrapped around it and tied with a beautiful bow.
She carefully held the embroidery box and squatted down in front of the dressing table, leaning her curled body against the dressing table.
Zhao Lingfei put the embroidery box on her knees, reached out and gently pulled the end of the red ribbon.
The embroidery box is opened.
She, who always gave people the impression of being arrogant and self-reliant in front of outsiders, was now like a little kitten quietly hiding in a corner, happily counting her belongings.
Zhao Lingfei narrowed her eyes and looked inside the box.
There was a dark red note inside, which was a marriage letter to Zhao Rong.
There is a small strand of black hair tied with a red rope. This was supposed to be tied together with the black hair cut off by Zhao Rong on the wedding night, but so far, the red rope is still tied with all her black hair.
, no one has ever married her in this life.
In the corner of the box, there was a neatly stacked white embroidered handkerchief with two fat, well, two mandarin ducks on it. She always thought the embroidery was beautiful, but someone held a completely opposite view, but this was also her case.
It was the most beautiful handkerchief I had embroidered in years, so she took it all the way into the wedding room and placed it under the red albizia quilt with a blushing face.
It's just that the White HiPa, commonly known as this place in my hometown, is still pure white, not stained with the redness of a wedding bed.
How it was brought there in the first place is also how it was brought back.
At this time, the house was very quiet.
Zhao Lingfei, who was squatting on the ground with her body curled up, gradually lowered her head and buried it between her knees.
The embroidery box was placed on her knees.
Zhao Lingfei's palm-sized oval face was parallel to the side of the embroidery box. Her small nose touched the surface of the box. Her long autumn eyes were shining with light at this moment. She crossed the edge of the box mouth and sneaked her eyes into the box, quietly looking at it.
With.
In fact, she was very familiar with what was in this box, but since that night when he took away the jade she had carefully cultivated for five years, Zhao Lingfei rarely opened it. Even if she couldn't help but open it for some reason, it was still like now.
So cautious.
However, now that Zhao Rong has returned to look for her, for this embroidery box that she once thought would never be opened again, although she is still this "timid" and pitiful look, it will be difficult to change it for a while, but
The pair of eyes were exposed on the edge of the box mouth, and they couldn't help but squint.
At this time, Zhao Lingfei was like a greedy kitten.
Savoring the memories.
Added the memory of "his" seasoning.
It is no longer as boring as before without "him".
Her eyes "caressed" the many items in the box one by one, occasionally stopping at some special items.
For example, Fang Baixipa was actually used by Zhao Rong to wipe his mouth.
How can you wipe your mouth with this thing? It's so embarrassing... It's so embarrassing...
The woman bit her silver teeth secretly, and her eyes overflowed with a soft and weak shyness, like warm spring water.
The items inside the box.
Except for a few belonging to Aunt Liu and Qian'er, all of them, all of them, are related to him.
Zhao Lingfei's eyes were gentle.
I do not know how long it has been.
She suddenly came to her senses.
He reached out and gently took out a well-preserved letter from the embroidery box.
This is the first letter sent by Zhao Rong to Zhao Lingfei.
She was as happy then as she is now.
There is only one sentence in the letter.
"The flowers are blooming on the streets, you can return home slowly."
So at that time, she couldn't wait to go back with the knitted wedding dress and the cultivated black jade...
Zhao Lingfei put away the embroidery box and came to the desk with what she thought was her first love letter at the time.
Zhao Lingfei took out the seven brocade boxes and rummaged through them carefully.
After a while.
Her bare hand sliding between the envelopes suddenly stopped.
His fingertips stopped on a simple envelope with a certain calligraphy written on it.
She had seen this handwriting not long ago and had already remembered it in her mind.
Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath and opened the letter.