Zhao Rong didn't know that Qingjun had thought so much.
If he found out, even though he considers himself to be very thick-skinned, he would probably blush all the time...
Zhao Lingfei held Zhao Rong's arm, leaned against him, looked straight at the tea cup on the table without blinking, and whispered: "I like it very much."
Zhao Rong was stunned and looked down at her, "What?"
Zhao Lingfei looked up at him and said in a serious tone, "I like that song "Shangxie" very much."
Zhao Rong said softly, "If you like it, I will write it for you."
Zhao Lingfei frowned slightly and quickly shook her head, "No, no, I just want one song, don't write any more, your homework is important..."
She remembered something, squinted her eyes and said happily: "Brother Rong'er, the short sentences you wrote for me every day are very good. There is no need to force poetry to be accepted, and... you don't need to write it in the future...
Already."
Zhao Rong felt happy, of course he knew what her last words meant.
He curled up the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Keep those love letters with fragments of poems and poems in them, and look back... My husband wants to check them out, um, and I also want to give you a surprise."
Zhao Lingfei stared at Zhao Rong with her eyes blinking, and saw that he was in high spirits. She didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, but when she thought of those love letters, she also had "inscribed replies".
Zhao Lingfei Xiafei's cheeks were a little shy, but she still held Zhao Rong's arm and nodded seriously.
When Zhao Rong saw his wife acting so well, he suddenly remembered something that was dear to his heart. He blinked and said in a tentative tone: "Qingjun."
"Um?"
"Did you forget something?"
Zhao Lingfei was slightly stunned and looked at each other with Zhao Rong. She was already smart and smart, and she immediately realized that her husband was asking for something from her and was ready to accept it. However, the next second, Zhao Lingfei had another thought.
She narrowed her long autumn eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Rong'er, what's going on?"
Zhao Rong coughed lightly and said, "Good lady, uh, where's my black jade?"
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and stared at him without speaking.
Zhao Rong quickly corrected him: "It's your jade, your jade, but why don't you give it to your husband?"
Zhao Lingfei looked at his hurried look with smile and tenderness in her eyes.
Both of them knew what the pair of jade cards meant.
This was a token of love from Zhao Rong's parents, and was passed down to the two of them by Zhao's mother.
They got engaged with this pair of jade tokens, and had a misunderstanding over the jade tokens on their wedding night. Now the two have finally cleared up their old feud. The pair of jade tokens that were supposed to be exchanged on the night of the wedding are just one step away from completing the exchange of lifelong love.
The jade ceremony made Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei completely fall in love.
Are they important?
Very important.
Perhaps with the current relationship between the two of them, this pair of jade tokens is no longer needed to maintain or consolidate anything, but Zhao Rong knows that exchanging jade tokens is an essential step.
Because he and Qingjun need this sense of ritual.
This is especially true for men and women in this world.
Just like the wedding ceremony, this jade return ceremony must be completed completely without missing a step.
Zhao Rong wanted to give everything he should give to Qingjun, and he could not wrong her in the slightest, including this sacred sense of ritual, which was a promise and another type of oath of love.
Just imagine, after an unknown number of years, when Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei held hands and looked back on their past, in those countless ordinary daily lives, what really impressed them deeply, apart from the tragedy,
In addition to the ups and downs of joyful emotions, aren't they just solemn and solemn things like the wedding ceremony and the exchange of jade?
Concubine Zhao Ling pulled Zhao Rong and corrected her softly: "No, brother Rong'er, the black jade is yours, the white jade is yours, and I... am also yours, but..."
Zhao Rong waited with bright eyes.
Concubine Zhao Ling smiled slightly and lightly opened her lips: "Mo Yu wants you to get it yourself."
Zhao Rong thought for a while and felt a little confused: "Qingjun, why don't you give me some tips?"
Zhao Lingfei held Zhao Rong's arm, tilted her head and thought for a while. At a certain moment, she turned her eyes away from Zhao Rong, nodded slightly, her face turned slightly red, and her voice was very low, "It's on my body."
Woolen cloth."
Zhao Rong raised his brows, leaned his upper body back slightly, and looked at Concubine Zhao Ling's outfit from a distance.
Wearing an elegant moon-white chest-length skirt, she doesn't wear any extra accessories except for the wooden hairpin that is tied up in her hair... Where is the slightest trace of a jade pendant?
It shouldn't be among Qingjun's Xumi items. How can anyone get it?
Zhao Rong had a headache.
As if she was a little shy due to his wanton eyes looking up and down, Zhao Lingfei pulled Zhao Rong's arms with both hands, pulled him back, and the two were close to each other again.
Zhao Rong was still frowning in thought, but then, he suddenly felt a soft touch somewhere.
My heart skipped a beat.
Zhao Rong glanced down and saw that his arm was trapped in two marshmallow-like clouds, unable to extricate himself... Well, whoever takes the initiative to pull it out is a fool.
But before he could taste it for a while, someone helped him "pull it out"...
Zhao Lingfei seemed to have noticed something and hurriedly let go of Zhao Rong's arm.
The two immediately separated.
Zhao Lingfei turned her head shyly, unable to see her expression clearly, and her chest was rising and falling.
Zhao Rong coughed awkwardly, sat up straight, and began to look intently at the lively events at the gathering.
I saw Liu Kongyi, who was attracting the attention of everyone at this moment. She was smiling and saying something helplessly.
Zhao Rong listened intently.
Zhao Lingfei turned her head and looked at the warm stream flowing quietly beside her.
only.
at some point.
She glanced at Zhao Rong quietly, her face flushed.
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Liu Kongyi raised the corners of his lips when he saw that her poem about climbing a building had attracted everyone's attention and attention.
In fact, a piece of climbing the building is not that precious to them, students of Tianzhi Realm.
Because the climbing products can only condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and store it once, although the spiritual energy in it has been refined and purified, it is a drop in the bucket for the massive amount of spiritual energy needed in the Tianzhi realm. A poem about climbing buildings can only improve their spiritual cultivation a little.
Just for the sake of it, unlike the previous Haoran realm.
And for those academicians, there is not much fuss about the poems for ascending the building, because in Linlu Academy, if there are not five or six new poems for ascending the stairs at a literary meeting, it is considered a shame and lack of honor.
, and if a flower-falling product can be made on the spot, then the cultural fair is considered a success.
However, Liu Kongyi is not a Confucian monk. She is a Taoist monk from Taiyi Mansion. She is also a woman. She can write poetry on the spot. This has reached a good level among academicians. Don't you think of someone like Li Jinshu?
Scholars who are not good at poetry and law just sit quietly and praise and respond. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to call her a talented woman.
Liu Kongyi is one of the top Taoist beauties in Taiyi Mansion. He can compose Confucian poems on climbing towers and even poems on falling flowers just in his spare time. Liu Kongyi is indeed proud of his innate ability to master everything at once.
Suddenly, Liu Kongyi's heart moved, and he remembered the poem titled "Heavenly Fairy" that he had written not long ago.
At that time, she felt something about it, splashed ink in front of the window, and wrote it in one swipe. When she was writing, she just felt that the words and sentences were better than the poems she had written before.
The language is skillfully crafted, the scene evokes emotions, and it is full of ethereal beauty.
It is very possible to create a realm and enter the realm of flowers.
However, what Liu Kongyi never expected was that when she stopped writing, the poem did not appear to be a work of art.
Liu Kongyi had a headache, because this poem was likely to be included in the Luohua Collection, which was very rare for her.
So in the past few days, Liu Kongyi has changed the song "Heavenly Fairy" again and again, practicing the words and sentences and creating the artistic conception.
But there was no gain. This poem written on paper did not cause the slightest ripple in the aura of heaven and earth.
Liu Kongyi was constantly bored. He often wandered away, refining his words, and even had some doubts as to whether this poem had the potential to be among the best in the world.
So today she and Du Yifu invited some students from Taiyi Mansion to hold a collection in Nuanxi, hoping to relieve their worries, but they didn't expect to meet Ye Ruoxi from Xiaoyao Mansion holding an elegant gathering, so the two parties discussed it and organized it together.
Liu Kongyi thought of the poem in her mind and frowned slightly. She casually looked around at the men at the gathering, and her eyes paused briefly on Li Jinshu, Du Yifu and others.