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In fact, the distance between the two of them was less than half a decade away.

But now, in the past few days, Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't sit still anymore, and began to run to the gate of Nanci Jingshe twice or three times a day, asking the female officer if she had a letter from Qinglianju.

Yesterday, after getting another negative answer, Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly returned to Qinglian House on Wutong Street without even thinking about it.

He hasn't been here.

Uncle Kun and Uncle Bai told her.

On the street, Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stopped walking back to Taiqing Mansion.

She turned around and went to the beach where Zhao Rong was separated from.

Concubine Zhao Ling searched carefully for an hour, but there was still no trace.

She stood still in the sea breeze, thinking again and again about Zhao Rong's smile when he left that day.

a moment.

Zhao Lingfei took a deep breath, turned and left.

The plain hands under her sleeves tightly clutched two jade plaques.

Concubine Zhao Ling returned to the Fourth Mansion of Taiqing.

Enter the mansion from the north gate.

Her complexion has returned to calm.

Along the way, Concubine Zhao Ling nodded slightly when some of the students she met called her senior sister.

She walked towards Nanci Jingshe, and was going back to Qinglianxuan to calm down and retreat for a few days.

But when she thought of the bottleneck of the Grand Virtue Realm that had been stuck in her all this time, Concubine Zhao Ling stopped, and Ning Ying's words that day faintly rang in her ears.

She turned her head to look around, walked forward, stopped a female student from Fuyao Mansion who was passing by, and asked a few words politely.

The female student was a little cautious, recalled it, and raised her finger to the direction she came from, "Sister Zhao, there is a Four Seasons Hall in the green forest ahead, and Mr. Yan, a newcomer from Linlu Academy, is teaching there."

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded, thanked her, and walked towards the Four Seasons Hall.

Chapter 167 The person in front of me is the one in my heart

The maid looked curiously at Concubine Zhao Ling's leaving back.

Thoughtful.

Is this to listen to Confucianism lectures in Fuyao Mansion?

Oh, it seems that I heard that she has recently been stuck in the bottleneck of the Grand Virtue Realm.

Regarding Concubine Zhao Ling, she has seen very little since she entered the mansion, and she only looked at it from a distance at some competitions or ceremonies, but it is easy to identify, after all, the tear mole under the left eye is probably found by everyone in the mansion. There is no second such woman.

Looking at it up close, it looks even more beautiful than I imagined...

The maid was slightly surprised.

Also.

There have been a lot of rumors about this Senior Sister Zhao recently.

Except for the bottleneck that attracted the attention of everyone in the mansion, the most rumored one was that not long ago at the foot of Youshan Mountain in Dongcheng, the well-known senior brother Jiang Chebai expressed his heart to her in previous sessions.

This is indeed a lot of gossip, but I heard that Concubine Zhao Ling refused decisively.

Many people were asking about the specific situation at that time, but those senior brothers and sisters from Xiaoyao Mansion who came back with Concubine Zhao Ling didn't go into details, and some avoided talking about it.

This is also within reason.

After all, that Senior Brother Jiang was once the Tianjiao of Xiaoyao Mansion. He had just left for a few years, and now he is the disciple of a certain important person in Tianya Jiange.

But it can also be roughly guessed from this, um, the scene should have been very bad at the time, and one party must have been particularly embarrassed.

So many students in the prefecture had to sigh with emotion more or less, Senior Sister Zhao deserves to be Senior Sister Zhao.

At the same time, there was another piece of news that went along with it, which was spread in a small area of ​​the mansion, but it was not widely spread, because most people who heard it didn't really believe it.

Among the brothers and sisters who returned from the Youshan Grand Ceremony that day, one or two revealed that it was true that Concubine Zhao Ling was married, she said it herself, and... her husband had already arrived, he was a Confucian scholar.

But it was passed around that most of the students in the Taiqing Mansion, especially the male students, still did not believe that Concubine Zhao Ling had a husband.

They still don't believe it.

How could such a woman get married so silently?

Not to mention the ostentatious events like holding the Dao Couple Ceremony on Youshan, at least the man who married her would also have some spectacles.

Besides, Concubine Zhao Ling's husband is a Confucian scholar?Oh, that is the seed of study in the academy. According to the past practice of both parties, if there is an academy scholar who can dig out such a corner of the Taiqing Mansion with a small hoe, will everyone know about it?

What?The open-mouthed brothers and sisters said again, is that Concubine Zhao Lingfei's childhood sweetheart?

Oh, then he still has no identity background, is unarmed, plus a natural useless physique, but has a hidden back hand, full of adventures?

You ask how we know?Just go to any book store and buy a good-selling Romance novel and you'll know.

If these thoughts are the first reaction of most people to be skeptical, then some behaviors of Concubine Zhao Lingfei in recent days can prove their point of view even more.

Still the same as before, he walks alone in the mansion, most of the time he stays behind closed doors at Qinglianxuan, and does not receive any outsiders except for some senior sisters he knows.

If you say that she is a widow, it is easier to believe than that her husband is here.

As for Concubine Zhao Ling's plain dress, it is indeed suspicious. This is also the source of the earlier rumors about her marriage. However, there are many reasons why she did this. For example, her practice is stuck in a bottleneck. For example, pretending to be a gentleman's wife, dissuading the harasser, and so on.

In Taiqing Mansion, there are all sorts of weird things and weird people. Walking on the road, I saw a few people wearing straw sandals and bare feet. At first glance, they looked like the children of destiny...

Therefore, from the eyes of most of the students, Concubine Zhao Ling is still a green lotus under the moon in the Taiqing Mansion. No matter how many rumors are like mud, she is there, neither stained nor demonized.

The Nu Fusheng watched Concubine Zhao Ling's back, and seeing that she had disappeared, she turned her head and left.

……

Concubine Zhao Ling stepped into a forest, and at a certain moment, she heard the sound of flipping books.

Looking through the fragmentary leaf gaps.

An open lecture hall with no walls on all sides is hidden in the forest.

When she arrived, more than half of the seats in the lecture hall were already filled.

The exit of the tree-lined path that Concubine Zhao Ling walks is located behind the Four Seasons Hall.

At this moment, she glanced over.

It was Mr. Shuyuan sitting high on the apricot platform, facing her.

At the bottom, there are rows of students kneeling in front of the table, and there are some Confucian students in academy costumes near Xingtai, and they are all facing Concubine Zhao Ling at the moment.

The black-haired old Mr. Yan was still teaching loudly, and did not raise his eyes to pay attention to her. Most of the students in the audience were also listening intently.

The Four Seasons Hall, which accommodates a hundred people, is very quiet, only the clear and clear voice of the old man, and the sound of neatly flipping books from time to time.

A sparse and ordinary scene of teaching.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at her eyes, and stepped lightly into the Four Seasons Hall. There were no one in the rows behind, so she found a corner seat and sat down.

In front of the Four Seasons Hall, Li Jinshu, who was serving on Mr. Yan's side, happened to see this scene, and when he saw that the students from the government came to attend the class, he gave a look at the juniors at the bottom of the podium. Those sitting in the middle are all those Fuyaofu students.

At this time, Zhao Rong was sitting upright listening to the class, holding a small regular script in his hand, lowering his head from time to time, writing something on the rice paper.

Seeing Li Jinshu's gaze, Fan Yushu, who was next to him, quickly got up before he could respond, took a copy of the Confucian classics commentary to the back, and gave it to the new students.

Everyone who attends the class has a copy of this book, and these chores of distributing books and delivering things are all done by them, the teachers and students.

Zhao Rong's face was as usual, and he didn't look back.

I have gradually become accustomed to Fan Yushu's behavior. In front of Mr. Yan and some brothers and sisters, this guy always looks like an aggressive, upright and excellent student, taking the lead in everything he does.

But privately...

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu's desk, and besides the books that Mr. Yan was using in his lectures, there was also a book with an indistinct cover.

But he knew, the first time we met that morning, the guy was reading this book and writing the love letter at the same time.

And just now, Fan Yushu was listening to the lecture with a focused expression, while flipping through it solemnly, nodding from time to time.

As expected of you, special student Fan Yushu.

Zhao Rong held back his smile and continued to concentrate on listening to the class.

but.

Not for a while.

Fan Yushu hurried back from the back, and suddenly sat back on the seat next to Zhao Rong. He was sitting upright, his face expressionless, and his eyes were on the upbeat Mr. Yan who was speaking on the podium. After three breaths of silence, Fan Yushu's upper body turned Zhao Rong leaned slightly, he still looked forward, but squeezed his teeth.

"Ziyu... Ziyu..."

Zhao Rong frowned, without squinting.

"The woman in the back...look..."

Zhao Rong bowed his head and wrote an essay seriously on the paper.

"I haven't seen it before. I don't know if it's... that woman... seems to be Concubine Zhao Ling."

Zhao Rong's hand holding the pen trembled and his movements froze.

Slowly, an ink blob appeared on the white paper, and the area became larger and larger.

He lowered his head to stare at the ink blotch spreading out where the pen stopped on the paper, blinked, then turned his head with his mouth pursed.

He just glanced back, then turned around again.

Take a deep breath.

"Ziyu...is that her? This woman is too good-looking, um, she is a little bit more beautiful than my Zhilan... I think she has a tear mole under her left eye. This seems to be very famous in Taiqing Mansion, right? Is she really Concubine Zhao Ling of Xiaoyao Mansion? Why did she come here to attend classes..."

Fan Yushu continued to sigh in a voice that only two people could hear.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu, did not answer, put down his hair, straightened his waist, and watched Mr. Yan on the apricot platform carefully, as if nothing had happened, and listened carefully.

Fan Yushu looked at Zhao Rong from the corner of his eye, feeling a little strange.

At this moment.

Mr. Yan arranged a scripture question for the students in the lecture hall to answer, and Li Jinshu, who was in charge of the lecture hall, was going to arrange for people to distribute rice paper.

Seeing this, Fan Yushu was ready to respond positively "with great energy".

However, someone is more energetic than him.

Beside him, Zhao Rong, who had been silent until now, got up abruptly, and in the next second he was already striding forward to distribute blank papers to the students.

Fan Yushu was taken aback, and hurriedly followed.

Four Seasons Hall, a corner on the left rear.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and listened attentively to the words of the academy gentleman on the apricot platform.

But after a while, Liu Mei gradually frowned towards the middle.

She could understand every word of the gentleman on the stage, but she couldn't figure out what he was talking about even after they were connected together.

In addition, Mr. Academy's allusions and sage's words at his fingertips gave her even more headaches.

Why is it so difficult? It's much more boring than those poems and songs...

Concubine Zhao Ling wrinkled her little nose, let out a sigh of relief, and lowered her head to flip through the commentary that a student from the academy just sent,

After hearing the topic assigned by her husband, she even buried her pretty face in the book, looking for a comment on a certain sentence "Saint Day".

For a while, there was some chaotic noise in the lecture hall, as if some academy students were distributing manuscripts...

She bit her lip, her small face was serious, and she flipped through the pages one by one.

a moment.

There were footsteps at the table.

The light dimmed.

A hand belonging to a man pressed a piece of rice paper on the table, next to the book Zhao Lingfei was flipping through.

She pulled out a bare hand without raising her head, and took it from the big hand in Yu Guangzhong's corner.

After a few breaths, the man was still standing by the table, still blocking the side light.