Qian'er carried the lunch box and pushed open the door to enter the house.
"Miss……"
Qianer was stunned for a moment, there was no one in the room.
She stood there and thought for a while, then walked towards the backyard.
I saw a small pond in the backyard, with several green lotus plants growing in it. There was an elegant pavilion next to the pond, and there was a woman in the pavilion.
Qian'er walked forward and found that the young lady was looking at the pond and was distracted.
Her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her makeup without makeup was like hibiscus emerging from clear water, her red lips were slightly opened, and she lightly bit her fingertips.
The jade finger between the teeth is actually the same as the white one.
Qian'er couldn't help but curl her lips when she saw the young lady acting like a little girl again.
She placed the food box on the stone table in the pavilion, took out a white ribbon, walked behind Zhao Lingfei, and tied her hair.
"What are you thinking about, young lady?"
"Well, I didn't think about anything."
"Hehe, are you thinking about your husband?"
"..."
"Begging for a beating!"
Seeing that Qian'er dared to tease her, Zhao Lingfei quickly turned around and tried to flick her little head.
Qian'er ran out of the pavilion with a smile, and Zhao Lingfei got up and chased after her.
Afterwards, the two had some fun again.
Not long after, they returned to the pavilion. Qian'er rubbed the red forehead caused by the young lady's bullet, cleared the stone table, moved a few poetry books aside, then opened the food box, took out the delicacies, and placed them on the table.
On the table.
During this period, she took a peek at the poem notes hidden in a certain poetry book by the young lady.
The font is beautiful and soft, and there is an excerpt of a birthday poem written by someone on it.
"Miss, we are almost arriving at Duyou City."
"Um."
"Miss, when will we return to Dachu?"
"If nothing happens in the short term, I won't go back."
"Miss, when will you enter Tianzhi?"
"I'm not sure either. I almost touched it before, but then something happened..."
"Well, it's all Qian'er's fault. He used the birthday message he sent to the lady. Although Luohuapin can't directly help the lady break the mirror, it can at least bring her closer. It's all Qian'er's fault."
"It's okay. The Luo Hua Pin is the best one to use on Qian'er. Besides, if I can break the mirror, it won't be that bad."
"Ah, really?"
"Um."
"Hehe, the lady is so kind!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Miss, I have thought of two names for my natal flying sword. One is called Swing and the other is called Fu Nishang. Which one do you think sounds better~"
"They all sound great."
"Miss."
"Um?"
"Why don't you call me Brother Smelly Rong'er?"
"..."
Zhao Lingfei put down her silver chopsticks and looked up at Qian'er.
The girl in front of me was still chattering and lively a second ago, but now her expression suddenly turned gloomy.
If Zhao Rong were here now, he would definitely lament that adolescent girls have such changeable emotions and thoughts.
"Uh-huh, it's all Uncle Xiaobai's fault. Brother Rong'er definitely didn't want to leave in the first place."
"Uuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Brother Rong'er, why are you so cruel!"
"Miss, do you think he will come back?"
Zhao Lingfei was silent, not knowing how to answer the little girl.
Thinking of that person, her thoughts were racing.
Since she was a child, her father has not been around, and her mother has passed away very early. She has been living in the deep compound of the Duke's Palace. She is introverted. Except for the old lady who loves her dearly, she and other relatives in the house have no relationship with her.
She was close to her, and beside her, Aunt Liu was half a mother, while Li Bai and Uncle Kun always regarded her as their master and never dared to surpass her.
In her childhood, she only had two close peers, Qian'er and Zhao Rong. The former was her personal maid, while the latter was naturally close to her because he was Aunt Liu's child.
So Zhao Rong "broke into" her little world very early. She once poured all her fantasies about father's love and all her emotions towards men into Zhao Rong. He was once the most interesting person in her life.
Color is the most vivid rainbow.
As she grew older, she gradually learned about the relationship between men and women, and knew that a woman would have a husband who she would trust with her for the rest of her life and grow old together. The only thing she could think of at that time, and the only thing she wanted to think about, was him.
Later, when the two got engaged, she didn't even think twice about it.
Her heart is small and can only accommodate one person.
In fact, she was very insecure. When she was a child, Zhao Rong could act as an elder brother and make her rely on her. But when she grew up, in order to inherit the Jingnan Duke's Palace, she took Qian'er away from the palace to practice alone. The little girl could rely on her, but she didn't.
People can make her dependent again.
But it didn't matter. She didn't blame him at that time, thinking that as long as a good man treats her well, that's all.
As a result, her temperament gradually became cold and indifferent, and she began to practice diligently and concentrate on practicing swordsmanship.
One is the Zhao family, and the other is a beloved person.
She thought that after she completed her studies and returned with sword in hand, no one would dare to covet the Zhao family, no one would look down on her husband, and her husband would no longer be ashamed of getting married.
But, now.
As soon as the man left, these expectations had evaporated.
She found that her thoughts were very naive.
Zhao Lingfei came back to her senses, stared at the little girl with pear blossoms and rain in front of her, and reached out to help her wipe away her tears.
In fact, Concubine Ling also really wants to convince herself that you left because of that pot of Huangliang Wangyou Wine; Concubine Ling also really wants to let herself have the expectation that you will come back one day.
but.
Concubine Ling has made excuses for you countless times.
I have ignited hope for you countless times.
But in the end, what greeted Concubine Ling was self-deception and disillusionment one after another.
Concubine Ling didn't want to lie to herself anymore.
Zhao Rong, Zhao Ziyu, Concubine Ling hates you a little now, not because you hurt Concubine Ling's heart. This heart has already been pierced with holes and it is difficult to hurt again.
Concubine Ling hates you for letting down Qian'er.
Zhao Lingfei suddenly smiled brightly and stared at the little girl:
"Yes, he will come back to see Qian'er."
…
In the early morning of this day, Zhao Rong got up early as usual and started practicing calligraphy and reading.
It has been two months since he boarded the Qingfeng Pavilion ferry. He has already read the books he brought in his bookcase. As for the "Xuanhuang Chronicle", he has even torn it up. He is wondering whether he should shamelessly let the three changes happen again.
Brother, help him buy a few more books to pass the time.
Because it is indeed a bit boring on the boat. The vast sea of clouds was novel before, but it became like that after seeing it too much.
Although he could chat with Liu Sanbian, Liu Sanbian's temper was too boring. Most of the time, Zhao Rong took the initiative to find topics, but after chatting for a while, he would become awkward again.
As for the "Su Dahuang" next door, she has rarely seen her since returning the book to her that day. Occasionally, she met him in the corridor a few times. The little girl looked at him warily, as if she was afraid that he would come back again.
Grab your own book.
But there are actually some interesting things along the way.
One day, the ferry passed through a sea of clouds, as if it had fallen into the deep sea. There were schools of fish outside the magic circle on the boat's hull, and flying fish were passing by one after another, and the aura was overflowing.
There was a monk on the boat who looked happy and wanted to catch fish, but the ferry steward stopped him and said that the fish group already had an owner and was kept in captivity on a large mountain in the middle of Wangque Island.
Then, as expected, a group of monks in green clothes riding cranes appeared not far away, looking at the ferry with cold eyes.
Later, Liu Sanbian told Zhao Rong that it was a phantom fish from the sea of clouds, which was very rare. Its meat quality was the first-class immortal food on the mountain, and its scales were an important material for refining some magic weapons. It could be mixed with middle-grade spirits on the mountain.
Stones of equal weight are exchanged.
One day, when Zhao Rong opened the window to admire the moon at night, he saw an old man bathing in the moonlight, meditating and breathing in the clouds not far from the ship. The light around him was hazy, which was very mysterious.
One day, there was thunder and lightning in the sea of clouds, and Zhao Rong saw a masked man washing his sword in the thunder pond.
Another day, the sky was cloudless, and there was a particularly tall mountain on the earth. When the ferry passed by, I was shocked to find that there was a huge crowd of people below. It was actually the Zhongyue of a certain secular dynasty holding a Zen ceremony...
Zhao Rong stretched, cleared the table, and prepared to have breakfast.
But as soon as he walked out, he saw the "Su Dahuang" next door preparing to go out just like him.
But after she discovered Zhao Rong, she quickly retreated.
"..."
Zhao Rong shook his head and smiled, not paying attention, and prepared to leave first.
But the next second.
There was a sound of wind and thunder in the distance.
Looking up, in the direction in which the ferry was heading, several streaks of light were coming towards me from the horizon, and they were extremely powerful.
A scolding sound came, like a bell, resounding through the sky.
"Tianya Jiange Order, all ferries south of Zhishui Kingdom are prohibited from passing!"