Chapter 172 One page of love letters, one list of love words
Qinglianxuan.
A boudoir.
A small window that had been tightly closed in the past was now gently pushed open by two jade hands.
The autumn sun in the afternoon sent the slanting sunlight into the window and stopped on a mahogany desk.
Covering most of the desktop.
And just like the pale golden autumn sun, there are also white letters.
The desk is covered with letter paper.
at some point.
A green finger quietly stretched out and opened a piece of white letter paper.
Looking under the sun, this onion finger is whiter than the paper. The jade-like fingertips are rubbing carefully, slowly crossing the correct fonts on the paper.
The woman in front of the desk stared blankly with her long, autumn eyes wide open.
This is a love letter written by Zhao Rong to her.
However, every piece of letterhead was not filled with his beautiful words, but was filled with large areas of blank space.
Each of his love letters contains only a few lines of words.
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How can this feeling express lovesickness, a page of love letters, a list of love words.
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I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit.
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The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
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There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
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If you don't miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness.
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The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.
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I miss you day and night without seeing you, the maple leaves are red all over the unknown autumn.
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I take a few flowers and look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
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The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
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I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.
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I wish to win the heart of one person, keep my head white, and never be separated from each other.
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In front of the desk, Zhao Lingfei bent her legs and curled up her delicate body in the spacious chair. She held her knees together with one hand and quietly turned over the love poems on the table with the other hand. She read softly with her brows full of eyes.
However, as she kept thinking about it, her face was buried in her knees, and her neck was flushed.
After squirming for a long time, I secretly revealed my eyes again and couldn't help but look at them again.
In those love letters.
He wrote many sentences that made her heart tremble, but besides that, there were also many plain and simple phrases.
"Hello! Concubine Zhao Ling."
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"The paper is short but the love is long. When I write, I feel that I really love you."
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"People extract the meaning they want from the poet's words, but in my eyes, the ultimate meaning of the poem points to you."
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"That day when I was dreaming, you were picking lotuses by the lake, and I came behind you holding a jade. It was a bright sun in the sky, the surface of the lotus lake was sparkling, and the inside was covered with white clouds and blue sky, and you turned back to me with a smile.
Between the sky and the lake, you are the third kind of stunning beauty."
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"When it snows, I want to go out for a walk with you. If you are cold, I will rub your hands and blow on you to keep you warm. If you walk in the wind and snow, your head will turn white."
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"I met you among millions of people. In the millions of years, in the vast river of time, we met, neither a step too late nor a step too early. You are a green plum and I am a bamboo horse. Hello, you are also
exist."
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Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled, her eyes were full of his words, and her heart was full of his touches.
She even looked at the white clouds on the horizon through the small window in a daze, thinking about how he looked when he wrote the letter, what he was doing now, and whether he was thinking about her too.
Occasionally she would burst into laughter because some of the letters were so cute.
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"Concubine Zhao Ling, I have pain in my lower back."
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"I want to discuss something with you, Qingjun. Don't lick your lips in the future. I want to bite you when you look at them."
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"I can't help myself when I see the bright moon, and you are the bright moon, so, so, um, Qingjun, do you understand what I mean?"
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"I want to sleep with you."
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"Madam, do you want to kick someone while you sleep?"
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"Little lady, I give you three breaths to appear in front of your husband, otherwise, hum, otherwise I will lick you."
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Zhao Lingfei buried her head in her knees again, shaking her shoulders and saying, "Cackle, cluck, cluck."
The crisp laughter was like a string of wind chimes blown by the warm breeze.
After a while, she finished laughing, raised her head slightly, and raised her hand to tuck the hair that had fallen to the corners of her lips behind her ears.
Zhao Lingfei's face was flushed, she tilted her head and stretched out two fingers to rub her delicate ear beads.
Initiated to stay again.
I'm thinking about some weird things.
How can Concubine Zhao Ling sleep? At her level of cultivation, she meditates all day and night, and her energy is restored much faster than sleeping.
Sleeping was a waste of time and boring to her.
but……
If you are with that person, just think about it and it seems that sleeping becomes more interesting... Well, if you dare to move around in the quilt at night, I will... I will kick you, cluck, cluck...
Zhao Lingfei even didn't want to see him anymore, so she just wanted to receive his love letters every day, so that he would rack his brains to remember her and write love words to her every day.
However, this is just a thought that flashed through my mind for a moment...
Zhao Lingfei came back to her senses, put down her bent legs gracefully from the chair, and stepped on the soft carpet with her bare white feet.
She took out a slender piece of hair with a clean white barrel and began to grind it.
Zhao Lingfei was dressed in white, standing barefoot in front of the desk, holding the pen with one hand and the wide sleeve of the other hand, revealing a lotus-rooted arm.
She concentrated on writing slowly.
On the letters sent by Zhao Rong, in addition to his "Yan Ti" regular script, there are also rows of small regular scripts. The handwriting is beautiful and soft, but there is a dignified and rigorous style of writing.
It is actually similar to Zhao Rong's "face and body", but at first glance, it seems that he has just started imitating it, and he has not got his inspiration. It is just a clumsy copy.
But even so, the efforts of Xiao Kaikai’s master can still be seen.
And the content in small regular script on each love letter is related to that love letter.
For example, the sentence "Hello! Concubine Zhao Ling" is on the love letter.
Concubine Zhao Ling replied from the side: "Hello, Zhao Ziyu."
And next to the sentence "The paper is short but the love is long, when I write it I feel that I really love you".
She wrote seriously: "I feel like I miss you even when I close my eyes."
As for other love letters, there are all of them.
Zhao Rong: "When it snows, I want to go out for a walk with you. If you are cold, I will rub your hands and blow on you to warm them. If you walk in the wind and snow, you will be white.
head."
Zhao Lingfei: "I, I will rub it for you and blow it for you, but I won't let you grow old."
Zhao Rong: "I met you among millions of people. In the millions of years, in the vast river of time, we met, neither a step too late nor a step too early. You are a green plum, and I am a bamboo horse. Hello.
, you are here too."
Zhao Lingfei: "I'm always here, you are not allowed to leave."
As for Zhao Rong's obedient words...
Zhao Rong: "Zhao Lingfei, my back hurts."
Zhao Lingfei: "Zhao Ziyu, my teeth are itchy, please lend me your arm to grind them."
Zhao Rong: "I want to discuss something with you, Qingjun. Don't lick your lips in the future. I want to bite you when you look at them."
Zhao Lingfei: "If you dare, I will bite you too."
Zhao Rong: "I can't help myself when I see the bright moon, and you are the bright moon, so, so, um, Qingjun, do you understand what I mean?"
Zhao Lingfei: "I don't understand."
Zhao Rong: "Madam, do you want to kick someone while you sleep?"
Zhao Lingfei: "Kick."
As for the letter I received today:
"Little lady, I give you three breaths to appear in front of your husband, otherwise, hum, otherwise I will lick you."
Zhao Lingfei tilted her head and thought for a moment, squinted her eyes, and wrote "Husband's nonsense" one stroke at a time...
As for the quatrains in poems written by Zhao Rong, she racked her brains and couldn't figure out how to get them right, so she copied Zhao Rong's quatrains neatly and put them next to Zhao Rong's words.
Especially the sentence "I want to get to know you" in the second love letter, she didn't know how many times she copied it, and there were even some traces of moisture on the letter...
Not only do you work hard to write love letters to me every day, I am also writing to you...