Li Mingyi came to Zhao and Rong and said that he was sending them out of the palace on behalf of the emperor's wife.
Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu naturally agreed.
After following Li Mingyi out of the verandah, Zhao Rong, who was walking at the very back, quietly turned back and glanced at the direction where the little emperor was surrounded by people leaving.
In this life, it was indeed Qingjun who held hands for the first time. However, in his previous life, he still had regrets in his heart.
I had expressed this regret to Su Xiaoxiao on the way to Duyou.
I regret that I never held the hand of the girl who squatted down and looked up at him...
Either because of low self-esteem, or because I couldn't make the promise at the time, or because I couldn't bear the weight.
"You... are much better than me..."
The young Confucian scholar turned around, rubbed his face, and left.
Not long after, the three of them met Li Bai, who had been waiting for a long time, at the entrance of the front hall of Weiyang Palace. The latter was begging for wine and bragging from a certain little palace maid, with his back turned to them.
"Little girl, have you seen this sword?" Li Bai said in a serious tone.
"I saw it."
He nodded, "I can split Wangquezhou with one sword."
"Who is Wangquezhou? Or is it the name of a place?" the little palace lady was curious.
"..." Li Bai.
He sighed and changed his position holding the sword, "Oh, you little girl, you have long hair but short knowledge."
"Isn't your hair very long?"
"...Let's put it another way. I can split you Dali in half with one sword."
Little palace maid: "???"
Dali:Are you polite?
"…………"
As soon as Zhao Rong and others approached, they heard this conversation that made someone feel very ashamed.
Zhao Rong blushed when he noticed the strange glances from Gu Yiwu and Li Mingyi. "Uncle Bai, you have been using these words to trick me into buying wine since you were a child, and why are you still using it like this? You can eat it all over the place, right?"
Zhao Rong looked apologetically and said wait a moment to the two people around him, then walked forward.
Li Bai held his sword and bent over, with a seductive expression on his face as if he was trying to trick a little lolita into looking at a goldfish: "It's awesome. I'm at a disadvantage. Now I give you a chance to touch it. You just need to get me another pot of wine. How about it?"
"
Zhao Rong was speechless and interrupted in a low voice: "Uncle, can we go back and throw him away if we are embarrassed?"
Li Bai squinted his eyes and said, "Hey, I'm back."
He stretched out his hand towards Zhao Rong, "Where's your conscience? Where's the wine?"
Zhao Rong ignored it at first, but apologized to the little palace maid, who nodded. However, when she saw the man in python robe not far behind Zhao Rong, the little palace maid ran away quickly.
Zhao Rong then said: "My conscience is... No, I'll take the wine here for you. I'll give it to you when I get back. Let's go now."
Li Bai nodded happily, "You still have some wine."
Zhao Rong: "......"
Behind him, Li Mingyi glanced at the man holding the sword.
Later, Zhao Rong took Li Bai and left with Li Mingyi along with Gu Yiwu.
The four of them were silent all the way, turning left and right, and finally left the palace after half a quarter of an hour.
Zhao Rong and others parted ways with Li Mingyi outside the tall palace gate.
On the way back to the mansion.
Zhao Rong took out the palace wine from Xumiwu and gave it to Li Bai, who was delighted with the result.
Zhao Rong clapped his hands and couldn't help but turn around and said: "Brother Yiwu, why do you feel it's so slow for us to leave the palace? It's much slower than when we entered the palace."
Gu Yiwu: "Didn't you notice that Li Mingyi walked in a very strict manner?"
Zhao Rong recalled it and nodded.
Gu Yiwu whispered:
"I asked someone to inquire about this Li Mingyi. It is rumored that every time he enters the palace, whether it is to go to court or to do something else, he will take a fixed route. He will follow the same route every time. Even his pace and frequency are the same.
It has been like one day for more than ten years, and it is hard to surpass.
"I heard that someone in the palace once carefully observed Li Mingyi's walking. Not only did he not take his eyes away, but every step he took left his footprints where he last walked. As long as he didn't change his shoes, they were exactly the same, even every day.
He spent the same amount of time going to court and walking around the palace."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but turn around and glanced at the direction in which the man in the python robe left.
After a moment, he smiled and said, "Interesting."
Gu Yiwu also agreed and shook his head, "I thought it was an exaggeration before, but I didn't expect it to be true. This person's character and will can be seen clearly."
The two tasted it for a while, and then arrived at the mansion where they were resting.
Zhao Rong first returned to the courtyard where he had chosen to live during the day. Xiao Qian'er had been waiting for a long time. Zhao Rong was not here. She was sitting on the doorstep and dozing off, with snot bubbles almost coming out of her nose.
Seeing Brother Rong'er and Uncle Xiao Bai finally coming back, Xiao Qian'er jumped up and greeted them.
Zhao Rong glanced at the clean and tidied courtyard.
There are three rooms in the yard. Zhao Rong and Xiao Qian'er live together in the main room, Uncle Xiao Bai lives in the east room, and the remaining west room is given to Su Qingdai by Xiao Qian'er.
At this time, he did not see the figure of a woman in a black dress.
"By the way, where is Fairy Su?"
Xiao Qian'er was holding her little hands behind her back, circling around Zhao Rong, quietly raising her nose to sniff his scent. It seemed that she didn't find any rouge smell, so she nodded with satisfaction.
Hearing this, the little girl snorted in a good mood. "Hmm, who knows, not long after you went out in the evening, she ran out. I don't know why."
Her smart eyes like black pearls turned around and smiled, "Did she run away? Brother Rong'er, don't worry, don't worry about her for now. Let's rest for a night and let Fairy Su run around for a while, and we'll catch her right away."
Come on, it’s so boring.”
She waved her little hand.
Looking at Xiao Qian'er who had a little excitement on her face, Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't care.
Later, Xiao Qian'er couldn't bear the girl's lively temper and suggested that they go shopping together in the busy streets of Hanjing since it was still early.
Li Bai didn't say anything, but just slapped the table to express his agreement.
Zhao Rong was speechless and shook his head in refusal. He would go to discuss matters with Gu Yiwu and the others later.
Xiao Qian'er pursed her lips and didn't want to go anymore, but under Uncle Xiao Bai's sad eyes, she still took him to go shopping and buy clothes.
Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, cleaned up, and went out to find Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall.
It takes about an hour and a half.
In a certain room, Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu had a detailed chat with the students about tonight's meeting with the Dugu family. Then everyone expressed their opinions and discussed the matters of the Zen Ceremony, and then made arrangements.
The respective division of labor and tasks in the past few days have dispersed.
Zhao Rong held up his sleeves and easily returned to the courtyard where he stayed. From a distance, he saw the dark lights in the courtyard.
"This playful girl isn't coming back yet."
He shook his head with a smile, opened the courtyard door, and walked into the main room leisurely.
In the dark room, Zhao Rong took out a fire stick, blew on the sparks, and lit the oil lamp on the Eight Immortals table. The orange flame flickered for an instant, but the next second, there was a pop and the candle flame suddenly disappeared.
It turned out to be a young Confucian scholar grabbing the candle with his big hands.
He clenched his fist and extinguished the only light source in the room.
Because the moment the candlelight illuminated the room, Zhao Rong saw a dazzling snow-white 'thing' on the bed.
"Su... Fairy Su? You, what are you going to do?" Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched. The scene just now was enough to make people prick their eyes.
In the darkness, the woman tilted her head and said, "Sleep, and... I'll give you a warm bed."
When she said the next few words, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.
"No, Fairy Su, don't you have a house?"
The woman's voice was clear and cold, but at this moment she had a willful tone that only comes from those who are devoted to their true love.
"That room was cold. When I came back, I saw you weren't there, so I came here to look for you. I thought you might be cold too, so... I just wanted to warm you up."
Zhao Rong frowned, and his tone was a little harsh, "You are a cultivator in the Heavenly Will Realm, how can you still be cold? And I am also a little bit of a low cultivator. I have cut off the cold and heat, and there is no need for Fairy Su to warm the bed."
He knew that this sentence sounded very straight and straight, but he still said it.
The young Confucian scholar turned his head and looked outside, a little worried that Xiao Qian'er would come back and 'catch him in bed'.
On the bed, Su Qingdai, who mustered up the courage to do something bold, was stunned when she heard this.
She bit her red lips hard and stared at the figure of the man in front of the table in the darkness.
"It's not that my body is cold, it's that...it's that my heart is cold. Looking at the empty house, my heart is also empty, and you...you are living with Miss Zhao."
Su Qingdai said in a serious tone.
"..." Zhao Rong.
Is it so straightforward? How should I respond?
Seeing that he didn't speak, the woman lying on the warm quilt whispered:
"You promised me before that you would not call me Fairy Su."