Zhao Lingfei came to Ye Lanzhi and stared at the embarrassed expression of the younger junior sister, which was a little nerve-wracking.
Just now Zhao Rong briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter to Zhao Lingfei.
Why did you send your love letter to another woman?
She felt a little sad and a little anxious.
However, Rong'er brother's frank and sincere attitude afterwards made her quite satisfied.
There were just some things that Zhao Lingfei stubbornly felt she needed to make clear, especially when she thought that her husband might be misunderstood by other women as a frivolous libertine. Despite her usually uncontested temperament, she still had a lot to say in this regard.
Some people can't sit still, and they can't get up "Wu Zheng" no matter what...
It's hard for men to explain, so let her explain it.
When she thought of this, there was some sadness and confusion in Zhao Lingfei's eyes. Why did she seem to be a different person once something involved the man behind her? She started to care about this and that, which was different from usual.
Zhao Lingfei was a little annoyed, but at the same time she had some unspeakable... longing in her heart, and she did not reject the changes he had brought about.
The dull and deserted life in the past was too monotonous and boring, like a piece of pure white paper, and he was the most interesting color, from before to now, always, like a bright paint, and now he was domineering to fill her
White.
Zhao Lingfei stared for a moment, then suddenly reached out and took the hand of the confused Ye Lanzhi: "Little junior sister, I'm sorry."
Her tone was apologetic and sincere.
Ye Lanzhi was shocked. This was the first time since she met Zhao Lingfei.
Ye Lanzhi felt Zhao Lingfei's slightly cold fingertips and hurriedly waved her other hand, "Senior sister, don't be like this, you didn't do anything wrong, so there is no need to apologize."
"I am apologizing to you on behalf of Brother Rong'er. Their men's carelessness caused this misunderstanding and offended you... Junior sister, that love letter was actually written by Brother Rong'er to me... I'm really sorry.
, if he does this again next time, I will... beat him."
Behind him, Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched. Good guy, why do you feel so panicked after hearing these words...
Zhao Lingfei didn't know that her casual words shocked Zhao Rong.
After saying this, Zhao Lingfei looked at Ye Lanzhi's red face and hesitated to say something, but she still bit her teeth and said, "Junior sister, is that love letter really not with you..."
When Ye Lanzhi thought of the misunderstanding that had just occurred during her conversation with Zhao Rong, she felt her face burning with heat. When she saw Senior Sister Lingfei coming to ask for this letter again, she said in a panic: "Yes, I'm here.
Yes, here’s it for you.”
After saying that, he took out a Xumi object that looked like a hosta and started looking for it.
Zhao Lingfei felt relieved, squeezed Ye Lanzhi's hand, and smiled lightly. "Thank you, junior sister."
Afterwards, she took the letter hurriedly delivered by the latter, put it in her sleeve, spoke a few words to Ye Lanzhi softly, relieved the embarrassment in her heart, and then turned and left.
Ye Lanzhi stared at Zhao Lingfei's light-stepping back, feeling that everything that had just happened was like a dream.
Is this still Senior Sister Lingfei?
Ye Lanzhi thought of Zhao Lingfei's demeanor and words just now, and felt that she was a completely different person compared to the senior sister Lingfei whom she admired in the past.
How could this beautiful girl from the Four Palaces of Taiqing behave like this in front of everyone in the past?
It turns out...we don't really understand her...understand the other side of her...
Ye Lanzhi stared blankly, feeling that this kind of senior sister Ling Fei had more fireworks than before and was no longer so daunting.
Suddenly, she quietly turned her head and stared at Zhao Rong, who was sitting next to Zhao Lingfei with complicated eyes, smiling.
And all this is almost certain to be caused by this ordinary-looking man...
It turns out that those previous rumors... were true.
Zhao Lingfei didn't know that the junior sister behind her was thinking so much, so she returned to her seat.
Facing Zhao Rong's smiling face, Zhao Lingfei didn't even look at him.
Don't want to pay attention to him.
She sat down directly, opened the pages of the book, lowered her head and looked at it intently, as if the person didn't exist.
Zhao Rong was a little helpless.
As for his wife's little temper, he has recently seen it thoroughly. Alas, she is not as obedient and obedient as she was when she was a child. She has more of a womanly temper.
I remember that when I was a child, I would run around behind Zhao Rong every day, and I would obey him obediently and docilely in everything.
If Zhao Rong is angry and unhappy, she will think of ways to make him laugh and make him happy.
And sometimes Zhao Rong was sad because of some things in school, which were all strange childhood troubles. Qingjun would pull the corner of his clothes, carefully look at his face, and stay close to Zhao Rong without saying a word.
Sit on the steps and grieve with him.
When I was a child in the deep courtyard of Jingnan Duke's Palace, most of the time, it was actually filled with countless interesting things. They would smile happily, and at these times, Qingjun always had the brightest smile, Lian Qian
That little girl who likes to show her teeth and smile is not as bright as her.
In the back row of the Four Seasons Hall, Zhao Rong looked a little dazed. For some reason today, his mind was washed away by those dusty memories.
Zhao Lingfei was reading a book with her head down. He tilted his head and stared blankly at her quiet profile.
The eyelashes are long and trembling up and down. The long autumn eyes are so beautiful. The narrow and slightly tilted tail of the eye is much prettier than her eyes when she was a child. But at the same time, Qingjun is also full of coldness when she is not smiling, especially that
Zhao Rong could not see the lovely tear mole on the other side of his face, sitting on the right side. Therefore, the side face reflected in his eyes at this moment was full of aloofness that would repel people thousands of miles away.
Can you imagine that this deserted woman in front of you, although she was a very quiet little girl when she was a child, she loved to laugh very much at that time, like a pure green lotus blooming in an instant, as white as
The petals of the snow are covered with large swaths of pink.
Naivety.
At that time, Zhao Rong could easily make Qingjun laugh. She was not far away at all, she was always by his side.
Unlike now, her face was calm most of the time. Even if she smiled at him, it was only slightly. Even though she was still beautiful, it always made Zhao Rong feel that something was missing.
what is it then?
He was lost in thought.
That's what Zhao Rong wants to find back now, even once.
In my memory, Zhao Rong would occasionally make Qing Jun angry.
Once, because he had heard from his peers that there was a ferocious water monster at the bottom of the lake next to Chengen Tower that was suppressed by the ancestors of the Zhao family, Zhao Rong, who was fearless at that time and had just learned how to swim, wanted to go into the water to have a look.
But Qingjun and Qianer who were following behind kept holding him back.
But at that time, Zhao Rong was not willing to listen, split her hand, and went into the water willfully. But at the moment when he was about to enter the water, he seemed to hear the unprecedented cry of a little girl. Qingjun rarely cried. In the past, he
No matter how much he bullied her, she would just accept it with a gentle smile, which made Zhao Rong feel a little embarrassed.
When Zhao Rong came back from exploring underwater, by the lakeside, the girl who never cried no matter how much she was bullied, her petite body was sitting on the ground, twitching intermittently, her voice was hoarse, choked with sobs, and she was already crying.
Heartbroken.
Zhao Rong rubbed his head and walked over, wanting to take over the clothes she kept, but Qingjun hugged his clothes tightly, curling up his delicate body tightly, sniffing, and staring at the ground with hazy tearful eyes.
I ignored him no matter what, and didn't return his clothes that were wet with tears.
Then Zhao Rong went back with his pants on... but was scolded by his mother. Qingjun didn't talk to him for three days, but Zhao Rong didn't try to coax her. Three days later, she recovered on her own...
The reason why Zhao Rong remembered it so clearly was because this was the first time Qingjun was angry in his memory, even though it was just loud thunder and light rain.
Qingjun had always accommodated and obeyed him when he was a child, and this was probably the reason why Zhao Rong never cared about her before he had awakened his past life memories, right?
Those who are favored are always confident.
But now.
Zhao Lingfei has changed a lot...
So for Zhao Rong now, the woman in front of him who ignores him has temporarily become "the one who can't get it is always in turmoil"?
Zhao Rong was thinking a lot and stared at her deserted profile.
Even though he knew that Zhao Lingfei's attitude of being something to be seen from a distance but not to be played with was just a temporary temper tantrum, Zhao Rong still felt a little empty in his heart.
Compared with the Qingjun of the past, what exactly is lacking in the Qingjun of today?
Zhao Rong looked at Zhao Lingfei with blank eyes.
Outside the Four Seasons Hall, the rain that had fallen for two days has stopped. A steady stream of water droplets fell from the eaves, hitting the ground, ticking, ticking. Before class started, there were rumbling noises in the lobby. Even Zhao Rong could feel it.
Many eyes swept over him and Zhao Lingfei...
However, at this moment, Zhao Rong didn't care about any of this.
He only has her in his eyes.
Zhao Rong suddenly said: "Qingjun, I like you."
Concubine Zhao Ling, who was concentrating on reading, pursed her red lips, without turning her head, and stayed quiet for a while, "Why?"
"Because Mingyue likes to write poetry."
"Why does Mingyue like to write poetry?"
"Because I don't need a reason to like you."
Zhao Lingfei's eyes trembled, and in the next second, her face was gradually covered with rouge.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and the arc became more and more curved and deeper, like a full moon.
The woman bowed her head shyly and smiled brightly.
Like a brightly blooming green lotus.
Zhao Rong's breath suffocated. It was this smile that he was obsessed with and had been looking for.