After Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu finished their busy day, they bought wine and returned to the yard.
Tonight the moon is dark and the wind is high.
Zhao Rong was now in the open-air courtyard, holding a glass of wine and looking up, unable to see a single star.
He whispered "Go home" several times in his mind, but still no one answered.
"Ziyu, what are you thinking about?" Fan Yushu asked tiredly.
Since what happened in the morning, he has been so listless all day.
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze and said, "It's okay."
Fan Yushu glanced at Zhao Rong again and raised his eyebrows slightly.
They have agreed not to return until they get drunk tonight.
Fan Yushu raised his head to look at the sky, frowned, and muttered: "It looks like it's raining, and it's quite rainy."
He is a native of Duyou City and knows the weather here quite well.
Afterwards, they went into Fan Yushu's house to drink.
What surprised Zhao Rong was that Fan Yushu had no intention of complaining to him while drinking.
He did not tell Zhao Rong his story with Ye Lanzhi.
Inside the room, Fan Yushu was leaning on a chair, drinking with his head covered.
It seems to be the type where the more you drink, the less you talk.
But Zhao Rong didn't care. He didn't really want to chat anyway, but he was a little worried that Fan Yushu wouldn't be able to think about it, so he came to accompany him. In any case, he was the first classmate Zhao Rong met when he just entered the academy. He felt that he got along well.
Come.
The two of them just drank wine separately, but Fan Yushu drank one cup after another, while Zhao Rong took a sip from time to time and occasionally looked out the window.
The night passed quietly.
I don’t know how long it has been.
Fan Yushu leaned back and fell on the back of the chair. He held the handle of the chair with one hand and held the wine glass with three fingers on the other hand and shook it gently. He stared straight at the swaying drink, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Tzuyu." He said suddenly.
Zhao Rong looked away from the window and said, "Uh-huh."
Fan Yushu's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, but he leaned forward and said in a serious tone: "Do you know who I am?"
Looking at his mysterious appearance, Zhao Rong raised the corners of his lips slightly, then lowered them again, with a solemn expression.
"Hiss, who are you?"
"My surname is Fan."
"Well, that's right."
"My surname is Fan."
"I know."
"My home is in Duyoudongcheng."
"Then what."
"I..." Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong's expression speechlessly, still looking like he was expecting his answer with his eyes wide open, without understanding his hint at all.
I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, these are some weird classmates I just met.
However, Fan Yushu thought about it and remembered that Zhao Rong was not from Duyou City, and it seemed that he had just arrived in Duyou City not long ago.
He suddenly lost some interest and directly showed his cards and said: "My grandfather's name is Fan Tao. My family has a house on Youshan Mountain. There is also a business on the mountain called Thatched Cottage Shop, which belongs to our Fan family."
After a few casual words, Fan Yushu stopped talking.
For example, most of the West City was expanded by Youlan Mansion borrowing money from the Fan family.
For example, there are several time-honored brands on Wangquezhou Mountain, and Caotang Shop is one of them.
For another example, his grandfather originally wanted to buy all the private houses on Youshan Mountain, but Madam Ziyi didn't nod, and the owners of other private houses were not short of money, so the matter was abandoned. However, his grandfather still thought about it and often murmured.
How nice it would be if I could live alone in a mountain with Madam Ziyi...
He didn't say much, what he said should be enough.
Fan Yushu suddenly raised his head, tipped the glass, and drank it all in one gulp. However, after finishing the drink, he still maintained a posture of looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, leaving half of his "exquisite" pretty face, facing Zhao Rong sideways, with hazy eyes.
Melancholy.
This set of actions is simply extremely coquettish.
Zhao Rong blinked and glanced at Fan Yushu, who was peeking at his expression. He thought about it and said cautiously: "Is the Fan family you are talking about powerful?"
Fan Yushu crossed his shoulders, lowered his raised legs, and slammed the wine glass in his hand towards the table. However, when he was about to approach the table, he gently put it down and waved his hand in the air, "It's not a question of whether it's powerful or not, it's really
It's that kind, that kind that's rare..."
He paused, but still couldn't find the words. Fan Yushu sighed and said, "Forget it, let's not talk anymore."
He raised his head and drank coquettishly.
Zhao Rong nodded as if he understood something, and suddenly remembered some impressions. He seemed to have seen the name of this thatched cottage shop at Longquan Ferry in the south of Wangque, and then he seemed to have seen this business name at some Xianjia Ferry crossings along the way.
Liu Sanbian was the only one who went to those shops to buy things. He was waiting elsewhere, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
However, there is a house on Youshan Mountain. I heard Miss Lu Wan mention this.
So he’s similar to Wen Ruo, a wealthy descendant of the Xian family?
But...what does it have to do with this young master?
Zhao Rong took a sip of his wine and nodded in praise, "Your store is quite far away."
I remember that Zhong Xiuzhai, who gathered all the resources of Zhongnan Mountain, also had a semicolon on the mountain north of Wangque.
Fan Yushu finally understood that Zhao Rong knew nothing. He was really an innocent scholar at the foot of the mountain before... Fan Yushu originally thought that Zhao Rong could become Zhao Lingfei's husband, and his identity and background might be related to a prominent Zhao clan on Wangquezhou Mountain.
What is relevant is that there is also a Zhao family in Duyou City. Like their Fan family, they are one of the top ten wealthy families...
He replied casually: "It's not bad. You can buy almost everything in my thatched cottage shop..."
Fan Yushu's words suddenly stopped and he was stunned for a moment, staring straight at the drink in the glass, which reflected the orange candlelight.
It seems that I have thought of something that I can’t buy, such as a woman’s heart...
Fan Yushu fell silent and continued to drink with his head covered, even more fiercely than before.
Zhao Rong looked at this classmate who suddenly became depressed, and sighed lightly, but he was not comforted. After all, he had just met each other not long ago, and he didn't know much about other people's emotions. Besides, he hadn't even gotten his wife back, so where could he find it?
Qualified to enlighten others...
Thinking like this, Zhao Rong suddenly became melancholy and couldn't help but drink a few more drinks.
So and so.
The night is getting deeper.
The moon is high in the sky outside the window, but the wind is getting louder and louder.
In the room, Fan Yushu was drunk and almost collapsed, but the other person was still awake.
Zhao Rong looked at the sky outside the window again. The wind was blowing rapidly, and it looked like a storm was coming.
He stood up, closed the creaking wooden window, and took a look inside the house.
Zhao Rongjing thought for a while and said to Fan Yushu, who was drunk and talking to himself: "Brother Yushu, can I borrow your pen and paper?"
After repeating it three times, Fan Yushu nodded and waved in a drunken manner.
Zhao Rong walked to Fan Yushu's desk and took out a piece of paper that was full of fragrance and made of extraordinary material.
I heard Fan Yushu say before that this is a specialty of a small country in the east of Wangquezhou. This country is rich in paper, ink, pens and inkstones, all of which are top quality, and many of them are popular among the immortals on the mountain.
The light pink paper now, called Flower Curtain Paper, is the first-grade carefully selected among them.
"Brother Yushu is really brave."
Zhao Rong shook his head and chuckled, then wrote a love letter to Qingjun tomorrow on the flower curtain paper, which was probably more expensive than all the rice paper he had ever used combined.
Not long after.
Zhao Rong stopped writing, packed the envelope, and walked over to shake the already drunk Fan Yushu's shoulder.
"Brother Yushu, wake up, wake up, please do me a favor. Send a letter to Qingjun for me tomorrow morning. I have something to do tomorrow, so I have to take leave from Taiqing Mansion for a day. I will probably come back very late. Hello, wake up.
Brother Yushu, did you hear that tomorrow..."
Zhao Rong shouted several times before Fan Yushu understood. He nodded in a daze, pulled his sleeves, and while dragging Zhao Rong to drink, he patted his chest to ensure that the letter was delivered.
Zhao Rong nodded, put the love letter on the desk, covered Fan Yushu who was sleeping on the desk with a blanket, then opened the door and left.
He is going on a long journey.
Look at the weather outside, it should be raining heavily tomorrow, and bursts of thunder can already be heard. Weather like this is not to be missed.
Zhao Rong had always remembered the Liji Sword Pill in the Ting Ni Purple Gold Furnace. At first, he said that it would be fine if it was placed on the top of the mountain with a roar during a thunderstorm. Although he still doubted it, he still believed it.
The only thing I'm a little worried about is that Gui is still sleeping and I can't contact it again...
Zhao Rong thought for a while and decided to give it a try, but he had to find a safe place far away so that no one would miss it.
With this in mind, Zhao Rong set out overnight.
The next morning.
The heavy rain that started last night is still falling.
The entire Taiqing Mansion was washed by rain.
There was thunder in the sky.
Boom!
Inside the house, Fan Yushu woke up suddenly and raised his head alertly.
Looking around, I found that I was inside a house and it was raining heavily outside.
He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his sore neck, and vaguely remembered that he had a drink with Zhao Rong yesterday, and fell asleep while drinking...
Fan Yushu suddenly frowned and realized that it was already late. He had slept for too long, so he had to hurry up and rush to his morning class.
He hurriedly packed up his things and went out. When he passed by the desk, he picked up a pale pink letter on the desk and stuffed it into his sleeve.
In the past, after writing love letters every night, he would put them on his desk.
The sky was dark and the rain was pouring.
Fan Yushu held an oil-paper umbrella and called Tzuyu in the yard, but no one answered.
"You don't even call me when you go to class."
He muttered, and then hurried to Nanci Jingshe, handed the love letters on his sleeves to the female officials, said "Xia Heyuan", and left in a hurry. He was almost late for morning class...
This is the seventh time Zhao Lingfei has come out to ask questions today.
Facing her question, the female officials outside Nanci Jingshe shook their heads in confusion.
The tall-haired female officer thought for a while, "Miss Zhao, your...husband, it seems that he did not come to deliver the letter this morning. The companion who was with him in the past seemed to have come, but he did not come."
Zhao Lingfei's hand holding the umbrella handle was a little blue and white, "I understand, thank you."
She narrowed her long eyes, cheered slightly, and left.
She was not in the mood to practice all morning. Zhao Lingfei frowned slightly and looked out the window from time to time. Her mood was the same as the weather outside.
But at noon, Zhao Rong still didn't come to deliver the letter.
We agreed to send three letters a day, so I was too lazy to come in the morning, but it didn’t come at noon...
Concubine Zhao Ling had sad eyes and walked back and forth in the boudoir, her steps suddenly hurried and then slow.
At a certain moment, she suddenly stopped, stood quietly, closed her eyes, and bit her teeth lightly.
Brother Rong'er, you've only given me 35 love letters for thirteen days and you can't hold on anymore? It's not as long as the time I spent knitting a shirt for you, so you can't hold on and coax me for a little while longer?
Zhao Lingfei was a little angry, just gambling, her pretty face gradually turned pale, her eyes were wandering, and her heart was trembling.
Slowly, Zhao Lingfei's beautiful long eyes shone brightly, and she sniffed slightly.
The next second.
Then he turned around, grabbed an oil-paper umbrella, and went out in a panic to find the unfaithful man.
In the heavy rain, Zhao Lingfei hurried to Four Seasons Hall.
Classes are taking place in the lecture hall at this time.
She pursed her lips tightly, raised her eyebrows, and glanced at everyone in the hall one by one, looking for the betrayed man, but there was no trace of him from the first row to the last row.
Zhao Lingfei scanned it a few more times, but there was still no Zhao Rong, and she frowned.
She waited patiently until get out of class was over and hurriedly stopped an academician.
"Sorry to bother you, do you know where Zhao Ziyu has gone?"
The academician was stunned for a moment, and looked at the beautiful woman with a mole under her left eye under the umbrella, and was stunned for a moment.
Zhao Lingfei asked again anxiously.
"Oh, Junior Brother Zhao, he asked for leave from Senior Brother today and did not come to class. Well, may I ask you..."
Before the academician finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling turned around and left in a hurry, without staying for a moment.
The rain splashed on the hem of her skirt along the way. She rarely spoke to outsiders in the past, so she stopped people to inquire about her, and finally arrived at the yard where Zhao Rong lived.
Concubine Zhao Ling came to the window of Zhao Rong's house and looked inside, but there was no one there.
She then asked the academy students living nearby, including the classmate who she remembered often went to Nanci Jingshe with Zhao Rong.
They learned that Zhao Rong seemed to have asked for leave for something to go out, but they didn't know what the specific matter was.
Zhao Lingfei breathed a sigh of relief.
It turns out that he didn't intentionally not send the letter, but... I don't know why he didn't send it.
What on earth was he going out for? This weather...
Zhao Lingfei was standing outside Zhao Rong's house. She glanced at the heavy rain outside the eaves.
The sky was dark, with the sound of rain in all directions, and the occasional burst of light illuminated this dark world.
Thunder rumbled.
Zhao Lingfei's brows still didn't relax.
Where did he go?
It seems to have fallen into the night.
The sky was so dim all day long that it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.
The rain has become lighter, but it is still heavy.
In the darkness, Zhao Rong returned to the Fourth House of Taiqing in the rain, wearing a raincoat.
Along the way, he cursed.
It's a pity that Zhao Rong is now asleep, so Zhao Rong can only vent his anger alone.
Damn it, I promised to just make a boom, but it turned out that it was useless even after dozens of booms, and it almost killed Zhao Rong...
Zhao Rong set out last night and traveled for several hours. Finally, he found a suitable hilltop in a deserted ridge. He put the stove on it, but was hit by lightning. But when he took the risk to take the stove down, he found that it was useless.
No……
Li Ji Jian Wan is still in an illusory form. According to Gui, if the Jian Wan is fully completed, it should turn into an existence between reality and reality. However, Zhao Rong fished it out in the stove, and it was still the moon in the well, with no hair at all.
Zhao Rong returned to the yard, thinking more and more angrily as he walked.
After a busy day in the heavy rain, even with a raincoat, the rain still soaked my whole body.
And this autumn rain is accompanied by waves of cool wind.
His wet body was cold to the bone.
Zhao Rong's Zhenyi phase physique was also a bit unbearable.
Not long after, in darkness, Zhao Rong walked quickly to the courtyard door, preparing to take the key to open the door. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure quietly moving in the darkness not far away, preparing to go away.
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly moved, and he hurriedly turned around and chased after him.
The figure seemed to be aware of his pursuit, speeding up and about to escape into the darkness.
But at this moment.
"Qingjun."
Zhao Rong shouted out of nowhere.
In the darkness, the beautiful figure suddenly stopped.