Chapter 175: Brother Yushu is really a good brother
Ye Lanzhi certainly has an impression of who Zhao Ziyu is.
Fan Yushu introduced her to her just yesterday, saying that he was a gentleman and a close friend. At that time, Fan Yushu also swore that this person was not the kind of friend he used to be. But...
Ye Lanzhi walked to the window, closed the window that was beaten by the violent storm, and sat down at the table again. A blush slowly appeared on her face. She looked at the envelope of the love letter carefully again.
That's right, this love letter was written by Zhao Ziyu, a good friend of Brother Yushu...
This kind of love letters sent to Nanci Jingshe by men can be sent directly to the door by the female officials of Nanci Jingshe by just informing them. Therefore, unlike those letters from afar, they usually only contain the name of the sender.
, just let the woman who received the love letter know who it is.
And the probability of sending the wrong one is extremely small. Could it be that you even wrote the love letter you wrote to that woman wrongly?
Or maybe the female officials who always work rigorously happened to make a mistake today?
At the table, Ye Lanzhi's eyes flickered inexplicably, and she held her chin and thought for a while.
He, he used Brother Yushu’s floral curtain paper to write a love letter to me...Does Brother Yushu know...
She subconsciously took out a large stack of love letters from Fan Yushu from the bookshelf on the side, and opened one of them at random. It was full of "love words" that gave her a headache.
Ye Lanzhi turned her gaze, lowered her head, and carefully read Zhao Rong's fragrant pale pink letter several times. In fact, it was just a few columns of words. They were simple, not sentimental words of love.
, it was just a straightforward statement, but she still looked at it for a long time.
After a while, Ye Lanzhi's eyes slowly moved away from the last line on the paper: "...The other end of the bridge is black hair, the other end of the bridge is white hair."
She put down the letter and sighed slightly. This should be the kind of love letter that is very popular with women. It can make a woman's heart tremble for a moment after reading it in one breath...
The appearance of the man she saw yesterday reappeared in Ye Lanzhi's mind. At that time, she really didn't recognize it at first glance...
but……
She didn't know what she thought of again, her eyes dimmed slightly for a moment, and then she shook her head gently to dispel some thoughts.
However, the next second, Ye Lanzhi couldn't help but glance at the letter on the table. The last few words left on it showed a somewhat annoyed expression.
The letter said that he was busy recently, so he had to wait for the two love letters he was supposed to send, so that she wouldn’t blame her... and make up for it later...
Will he write again later?
Ye Lanzhi narrowed his eyes slightly.
On the morning of the second day, this rare heavy rain in autumn was still falling.
It's just a lot smaller.
As usual, Zhao Rong went to Four Seasons Hall with Fan Yushu to attend classes.
On the way, he thought again of the tender moment he had with Zhao Lingfei last night.
Zhao Rong held the book in one hand and held the umbrella in the other. He took a long breath and looked at the dark sky and the continuous rain outside the umbrella.
The target of that piece of black jade is much closer.
At this time, he glanced at Fan Yushu, who was yawning at the side.
"Yushu, where is the letter I asked you to deliver yesterday?"
Fan Yushu stopped yawning and said blankly: "Letter? What letter? You were not here yesterday and asked for leave."
Zhao Rong looked at his face, hesitated to speak, thought for a while, sorted out his words, and told him what happened yesterday.
After hearing this, Fan Yushu was immediately confused, "Did you tell me about this the night before? Oh no, I have no impression at all... Wait, you wrote the letter on the table yesterday using my flower curtain paper!"
Seeing this reaction, Zhao Rong sighed, feeling a little worried.
"I was leaving in a hurry, so I could only ask for your help and put the letter on the desk, hoping that you would see it when you wake up in the morning... Oh, forget it, I shouldn't have done it, blame me, you drank so much at that time...
…But do you still have this letter of mine with you now?”
Fan Yushu stared ahead, frowning, and after a moment, he suddenly clenched his fist and hammered his hand, "It's over, it's over, I don't remember it at all. I got up late yesterday morning, and my head was full of mush. I was in a hurry to go out to class. I thought
As usual, the letter was written and placed there last night, so I didn’t have time to read it and sent it directly to Nanci Jingshe..."
Zhao Rong immediately opened his eyes, "Who did you give it to?"
Fan Yushu also stared at him and said nothing.
"No way?" Zhao Rong shook his hand and almost dropped the book to the ground.
Fan Yushu nodded heavily.
There was a moment of silence between the two of them.
Zhao Rong looked anxious, and Fan Yushu looked even more depressed.
The two stopped and breathed and sighed on the side of the road, attracting many passersby's attention.
However, Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu had no time to pay attention to others at this time, and they did not bother to anger each other. This matter is a bit unclear now, and they still have to think about how to solve it.
The two of them sighed like this for a while.
When I think about the love letter he sent to Ye Lanzhi, and the content in the love letter is a bit... disgusting... it can easily lead to ambiguity.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but turn his head to look at Fan Yushu's face, his heart full of apologies. After all, the person who would be most offended by this incident should be Brother Yushu...
No matter what the content of his love letter was, the nature of the matter itself was that he wrote a love letter to Fan Yushu's fiancée as Fan Yushu's good brother. Ahem, he still used Fan Yushu's pen and paper.
And the most damning thing is that Fan Yushu delivered it in person. Although it was just a misunderstanding,...
Can I help my good brother send a love letter to my fiancée?
What kind of suffering are these in the world?
Zhao Rong felt uncomfortable thinking about him. He was also very ashamed at the moment. Fortunately, not many people knew about this matter. Well, Qingjun didn't know about it at the moment. It's best not to let her know and solve it quietly, otherwise...
I sent a love letter to my wife's junior sister and my good friend's fiancée... This was a social death on the spot.
Zhao Rong rubbed his face hard.
At this moment, Fan Yushu sighed heavily.
He looked worried, "Tzuyu..."
Zhao Rong quickly turned his head, not daring to look at him, "Hey, what's the matter?"
Fan Yushu hesitated, but still spoke, with a serious tone, "Have you... signed the letter?"
Zhao Rong was stunned, "I wrote it. I was afraid that you would forget it, so I deliberately made the name on the envelope larger and facing it upwards..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fan Yushu immediately relaxed his brows, breathed a big sigh of relief, and muttered something in his mouth, "Just write it, just write it, um, and your handwriting is different from mine, I guess Lanzhi
You must be able to tell that this love letter was not written by me, then it will be fine, phew~"
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Fan Yushu comforted himself and said seriously to himself:
"No, it means that I didn't send her a love letter yesterday. I missed a day. This is not okay. I have to write one today and make it up. Lanzhi should be able to understand my sincerity and forgive yesterday's absence. But, hey
, I will be very busy in class later, and I have to write so many literary love words every day, it is really difficult for me."
Wait, ah, something is wrong...
Seeing this unexpected scene, Zhao Rong opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth silently.
I was speechless for a moment.
Why do you feel like we are not on the same channel at all?
Wait, wait a minute.
Just now, you looked worried and depressed for a long time, were you worried that Ye Lanzhi mistakenly thought that my love letter was written by you?
Instead of feeling depressed that I put something on you and felt offended?
hiss……
Zhao Rong took a breath, quietly glanced at his friend who had already relaxed, and blinked.
Suddenly, Fan Yushu's pink face, which used to give him goosebumps, became friendly.
Brother Yushu is really suitable for being a good brother...much better than Wenruo. That guy shows off his seventeen-room "harem" of beautiful concubines every day, and then hides them in the palm of his hand and hides them in the golden room of the back house, so that Zhao Rong won't see them.
One glance, as if just one look would make you feel less flesh... stingy...
Brother Yushu is still magnanimous.
Zhao Rong nodded quickly, "What Brother Yushu said is absolutely true. Miss Ye is very smart and can't be mistaken. Besides, don't you know my love letters? They are all short sentences with only a few words. Where can I find Brother Yushu's words?"
The sentences are carefully crafted and thoughtfully considered, so profound, interesting, and meaningful! You will definitely not be mistaken.”
Fan Yushu nodded in approval.
Zhao Rong looked at his expression and then said: "However, even so, we know it is a mistake, but Miss Ye probably doesn't know it yet. Hey, seeing how this happened... I don't know what Miss Ye saw.
Will the letter sneer secretly... Otherwise, Yushu, you should go and explain to her, ahem, explain the matter clearly, and get the love letter back by the way."
When Fan Yushu heard this, his expression was troubled.
"It's really not a problem for this misunderstanding to continue, but, Tzuyu, well, you know, Lanzhi and I are in a special situation right now, and I'm really afraid of provoking her again and making our relationship even more tense."
He patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and said sincerely: "This time you sent your love letter hastily. According to what I know about Lanzhi's character, she must be unhappy. And if she learns that I sent it to the wrong person, she will probably be ignored again."
I’ve been with you for half a year, Tzuyu, good brother, why don’t you go ahead and tell me, ahem, just say that you sent it by mistake, and treat it as a favor for me, I owe you a favor!”
Zhao Rong glanced at the palms clapping on his shoulders, and then at Fan Yushu's sincere expression.
What else can be said?
He sighed and nodded.
It's better to handle this matter quietly, but don't let Qingjun know about it. According to her temperament, the love letter originally meant for her was sent to another woman by him. She may not know what the reaction will be. In other words, he is such a woman
You shouldn't be jealous, right? You can't stand this...
In addition, it is better to write a letter to Miss Ye. If you say it in person, wouldn't it be embarrassing to death... Well, write a letter, write a letter, and explain clearly.
After thinking like this, he had a rough plan for the matter. Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, and continued walking side by side with Fan Yushu to the Four Seasons Hall.
However, what Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu never expected was that as soon as they walked leisurely through the forest and entered the Four Seasons Hall, they met Ye Lanzhi, and...
Zhao Lingfei.
Ye Lanzhi got up early in the morning and went out to find Zhao Lingfei.
She happened to be free today, and received a request from her cousin Ye Ruoxi to invite Concubine Zhao Ling to attend a cultural gathering soon.
Just when I went out and walked halfway, I met Zhao Lingfei on the road who was about to leave Nanci Jingshe.
"Sister Lingfei, good morning, where are you going?" Ye Lanzhi chased after him in surprise and said side by side with Zhao Lingfei.
Zhao Lingfei turned to look at her and remembered that she was the new junior sister who had just arrived. She smiled politely and said softly, "I heard that there is a Confucian class in the Four Seasons Hall in the morning. I have nothing to do, so I went to listen to it."
Ye Lanzhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.
She suddenly said excitedly: "Senior sister, let me go to class with you. I have also been studying Confucianism recently, but it is just about poetry and poetry, so I usually go to the class of another academy gentleman in Fuyao Prefecture. Newcomer
Mr. Yan is a lecturer on classics, but I haven’t heard about it yet.”
Zhao Lingfei frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything and nodded silently.
Along the way, Ye Lanzhi was chattering beside her. Zhao Lingfei listened quietly while looking forward, wondering what was on her mind, occasionally nodding in response to her junior sister's words.
Ye Lanzhi didn't mind, and she didn't think it was any pretense. In her opinion, Senior Sister Lingfei's temperament was just like that, and being able to listen to her talk was enough to make her happy.
Not long after, two women with refined looks came to the Four Seasons Hall holding umbrellas.
Zhao Lingfei, who had been dazed all the way, suddenly stopped and glanced around the lecture hall. No one had arrived yet... and there was no sign of that person.
She turned to Ye Lanzhi with a smile and said, "Junior Sister Ye, see you later."
After saying that, without waiting for Ye Lanzhi's reaction, he turned around and walked towards a familiar corner behind the Four Seasons Hall.
Zhao Lingfei came to the seat where she sat when she first came and sat down. The empty seat next to her was where Zhao Rong sat that day.
During class on weekdays, the Four Seasons Hall was already full of people. At this time, no one was sitting around her, and it was very quiet.
Zhao Lingfei looked at the seat next to her again, raised her lips slightly, took out the book and put it on the table.
She propped up her small chin with her hands, squinting her eyes like a kitten, staring ahead in a daze, looking forward to it.
At this moment.
Someone suddenly sat down on the seat next to him.
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip and turned her head in confusion.