Chapter 642 I want to know each other with you for a long life! (11)
Zhao Rong opened a love letter placed at the front of the table.
It's "Shangxie".
In a sense, this is his first love letter to Zhao Lingfei.
Zhao Rong separated the folded paper raft with his fingers.
Fold it again and put it back on the table.
Zhao Rong raised his head: "Why not?"
Mountain climbing products, falling flower products have my realm, falling flower products have no me realm, Nanshan products have my realm, Nanshan products have no me realm... This is the order in which the quality of poems for the top grade poems rises.
And this song "Shangxie" is still a Luohuapin, with almost no loss of spiritual energy.
Zhao Lingfei looked away.
"I don't want to use it." I made an excuse.
Zhao Rong looked at her for a while, lowered his head, reopened the paper raft with "Shangxie" written on it, and laid it flat on the table.
The aura of this rare Luohuapin poem began to permeate the room.
"You...you be careful..."
Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but speak, and subconsciously stretched her hand forward, trying to stop it, "Don't fold it."
The little Qian'er next to her stretched her neck to take a look, and quietly shrugged her nose.
This love letter is dear to the young lady's heart. Every time she takes another look at it, the young lady feels like she needs a piece of meat missing.
Zhao Rong ignored it and continued to open the love letters that followed.
Spread it out and place it in front of the two girls one by one.
Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head.
"Qingjun."
"Huh?" Zhao Lingfei raised her eyes curiously.
I saw the man at the table rolled up his sleeves, picked up a writing brush, and hung it in the air.
Below are the fragments of a love letter spread out one after another.
"Did I make a promise to you before we left?" He asked himself, then nodded, "By the way, it's the 'truth'."
Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er looked at each other and realized that he was still thinking about the topic of 'why he is so proficient in certain things'.
Zhao Lingfei stretched out her hand to cover his mouth, "Okay, you are not allowed to mention that matter again."
Zhao Rong shook his head.
"I want to tell you." He smiled brightly at her and said: "Actually, your husband Zhao Ziyu is not a gentleman. Of course, I have never been to any brothels and taverns before, nor have I experienced a lot like you guessed.
Other women, on the contrary, apart from the accident in the Dali Underground Palace, I have only had you, Qian'er and Xiaoxiao in my life so far. You are all my Zhao Ziyu, all my experiences."
"I know, you must want to ask me why I am so skilled. This is because I was not the gentleman you imagined before. I have read in my spare time... and read many works and...
'Through the Looking Glass' that tends to sweat."
Zhao Lingfei bit her lip: "A skilled senior?"
Xiao Qian'er tilted her head, "A 'Flower in the Mirror' who sweats easily?"
These words from her husband's mouth, when broken down, they could understand each word, but when put together, it was confusing.
“What’s technical?”
“What is sweating easily?”
The two girls couldn't help but ask questions.
".........cough cough"
Zhao Rong coughed twice and lowered his eyes.
The words were a little subtle, "That's it... it's the kind of 'mirror mirror' when skilled seniors teach sweat-prone techniques, which can be used by juniors who are eager to learn and tireless to observe and learn..."
Zhao Lingfei: “…………???”
Xiao Qian'er: "......!!!"
Just when the two girls, who were gradually glaring, were about to make the mouth shape to say the word "pervert".
Zhao Rong quickly grabbed their little hands and said seriously:
"I haven't seen much, but I admit that I have seen a lot. But before you, I have never practiced it with others. At most, I just thought about it when I was bored to kill time."
"And I want to emphasize that what I said above all happened before I came to Duyou City to meet you."
Zhao Rong's eyes were sincere. He looked at the two green plums with red cheeks in front of him and clarified seriously.
Xiao Qian'er was dumbfounded and couldn't help but mutter, "Well, Qian'er can just quietly read the comic strips of the senior sisters... Brother Rong'er, you, you, you are just looking at the flowers in the mirror." She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground, " Jing Hua Shui Yue... there is such a bad way to use it!"
The little girl thought that the 'Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water' that Zhao Rong mentioned was really from this world... In fact, from what Zhao Rong said he had seen and heard, this world should not have developed such a use that is not suitable for children, otherwise the fox friend Fan Yushu would definitely Talk to him.
However, Zhao Rongzheng stared intently at Qingjun, who had been opening his mouth slightly and unable to speak, and did not turn around to explain to Xiao Qian'er.
Anyway, the situation is similar. Regardless of whether it is the past life or this life, in the eyes of these two innocent childhood sweethearts, Rong'er brother's glorious and tall image must have collapsed a lot. It is impossible to say that they encountered unkind people and were tricked into entering the house. The feeling of grievance and sadness is uncooked and cooked.
Zhao Lingfei's neck was covered with blush, her autumn eyes widened, and she stuttered and asked him:
"You, you, have you been led astray by someone? Have you met some bad friends? Otherwise, how...how could you see such dirty things? How could you..."
Zhao Lingfei, who has an extremely conservative temperament, is still trying her best to find excuses for her sweetheart husband.
Zhao Rong was about to nod, but he paused and looked seriously at the lady who was expecting his nod.
He knew that she had always regarded their childhood sweethearts' relationship as pure and beautiful as in a fairy tale, and did not want anything a little improper. Of course, the same was true for him. She expected a glorious image of an upright gentleman.
then,
Zhao Rong chose to shake his head.
"It's not all brought by the bad friends. It accounts for...most of it. The other half also has my own reasons. Ahem, I..."
He paused and smiled at the pretty and dazed Zhao Lingfei: "I am not the gentleman you always thought. I also have humble sentiments."
The air became quiet.
Zhao Lingfei kept looking at him and suddenly asked:
"Why are you telling me these truths?"
Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked at the love letters spread out on the table.
"Because I feel the need to confess to you. Before you foolishly asked me that question not long ago, how did I know that you thought I was so innocent and serious?"
It seemed like she was reminded of her embarrassed look not long ago when she hugged the quilt and asked him aggrievedly why he was so skilled.
He smiled while standing in front of the table.
The hand holding the pen fell down and started to write, but he continued to laugh and curse softly, "You, sometimes you are so smart and evil, but you are also a fool, but... you are so stupid and cute."
At this time, the first fragment of a sentence that caught Zhao Rong's eyes on the table was: Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I think of you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit.
He immediately started writing and added the following sentences:
[The pear blossoms are closed behind closed doors due to the rain, and they live up to their youth and live up to their youth. Who cares about pleasure and pleasure? The soul is in ecstasy under the flowers, the soul is in ecstasy under the moon... The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and the sun is frowning, and there are thousands of cries, and tens of thousands of cries... Dawn... Looking at the sky and clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit.】
So in the boudoir, on the desk, another poem written by Luo Huapin, "The Selfless Realm", appeared before the eyes of the two girls.
It's a song called "One Cut Plum Blossom".
And the man who started writing showed no signs of stopping.
"But I still want to tell you the truth, fool, and tell you that I am not the perfect husband you imagined. I will tell you what kind of living person I am. Showing it to you is called knowing each other..."
His words continued, and so did his writing.
The second remaining sentence in front of me is: There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
So with a swipe of his pen, it was done in one fell swoop:
【The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress lightly and get on the orchid boat alone...Who in the clouds sends brocade books? When the wild goose comes back, the moon is full on the west tower...The flowers float by themselves and the water flows by itself. A kind of lovesickness, two people.
I am always worried... There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only lower my brows, but it is in my heart.]
The brilliance that almost overflowed the boudoir, trying to break through the protective restrictions of Qinglianxuan, had already told Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er in an extremely straightforward manner.
This is a poem...Nanshan Pin, a poem about my state.
It is a divine product spoken by people on Wangquezhou Mountain. It can easily help an empathic monk in the Haoran Realm to enter the Heavenly Will Realm.
Zhao Rong still wrote, lowered his eyes, and did not look at the wonderful reactions of Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er at this moment... because the two girls seemed to have been shocked to find that two love poems had been added to them casually, and each of the added words was
He, who was of divine quality, was turning his head to look at the dozens of fragments of sentences behind him, with no intention of stopping...
"By the way, Qingjun Qian'er, I forgot to tell you. What I just talked about was my old self, before I came to Duyou City to return the jade to Qingjun."
"And after I return the jade to you..."
He lowered his head and whispered softly, and his eyes scanned the remaining sentences in the next two love letters:
A sentence: "The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply."
One sentence: "I wish to win the heart of one person and never leave each other till we grow old."
"...After that, I will never dwell on those inappropriate things again!"
Zhao Rong nodded and said, writing at the same time.
Another song, "Nanshan, I am in a state of self," and a poem, "Luo Hua," I am not in a state of self, appeared on the table.
Including the first poem "Shangxie", within just a few dozen breaths, Zhao Lingfei already had five high-grade poems on her desk!
The two women looked at each other with blank expressions.
Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head and said word by word: "I finally know why our most sage Confucian master put the Guan Ju's poem describing the courtship of men and women at the first place when compiling the Book of Songs."
He smiled sincerely: "Because, Si Wuxie!"
Zhao Rong pointed to the love poem on the table: "Even though I miss you so much and sleep so hard, it's hard for me to have any dirty things in my heart. I still think about you innocently!"
The words fall.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and started writing.
After a while, a total of thirty-one exquisite love poems were born in the small building of Qinglianxuan.
Within a radius of ten miles, spiritual energy surged towards the Qinglianxuan small building.
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Chapter 642: I want to know you... I will live forever! (11)