In the quiet night, he couldn't sleep, so he called home a few times, but there was no response.

A few days ago, after he entered the academy, Gui Bian told him that he would sleep for a while. In the past few days, he would call it every day to see if it woke up.

No one chatted late at night, and Zhao Rong gradually fell asleep.

Morning of the second day.

Zhao Rong happily ran to the Four Seasons Hall.

He had been looking forward to it since the beginning of class, but until Mr. Yan left and everyone left the get out of class, Zhao Rong still did not find that beautiful figure in the classroom.

Qingjun didn't come.

Zhao Rong frowned.

In the morning, when I accompanied Fan Yushu to Nanci Jingshe to breathe fresh air, I asked and found that all the love letters had been taken away. Logically speaking, Qingjun should have received the love poems he wrote.

Why didn't you come...

How about not waiting any longer and taking a look at the next class the day after tomorrow?

Zhao Rong shook his head, no, I can't wait any longer, I have to act immediately.

If she doesn't come, it means the "licking" is not strong enough.

She hurt Qingjun so deeply at the beginning that she probably still has lingering fears and dare not take the initiative to approach him.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

Although Qingjun now looks aloof, self-reliant, arrogant, and stronger than men, she was not like this when she was a child.

Although her mother died young, she still has her mother, Aunt Liu, to take care of her, so she does not lack maternal love.

However, her father has not been around since she was a child, which makes her insecure and has a certain complex, longing to be protected by a responsible and strong man.

That's why Qingjun was so dependent on him when he was a child. Not only did he regard him as his childhood sweetheart, but he also poured all his fantasies about father's love and all his emotions towards men into him.

As she grew older, Zhao Rong gradually became estranged from her, and she practiced outside for many years, so she became aloof and self-reliant, but this was just Qingjun's protective look.

Deep in her heart, there should still be a brilliant but fragile little girl living just like she did when she was a child...

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling a little distressed.

She is his wife.

If a love poem doesn’t work, try another one!

But we have to find another way...

Just do it.

In the next few days, Zhao Rong got up early every day and went to Nanci Jingshe to send a love letter. He listened carefully in the lecture hall during the day, went back to his residence to review his lessons at night, and then carefully prepared tomorrow's love letter, then practiced practice and fell asleep.

Regarding the love letters he sent, Zhao Rong was confident that no woman could bear too many.

but……

After a few days, Zhao Lingfei still did not come to the Four Seasons Hall for class, which was a bit difficult.

Ahem, she is indeed the wife of Zhao Rong and Zhao Ziyu. She is indeed not an ordinary woman...

So Zhao Rong adjusted his plan and not only went to deliver the message every morning, but also went there at noon and evening, three times a day, launching a fierce "offensive" against his wife, the Sword Fairy.

I don’t believe it, this won’t stop you...

In this way, several days passed.

Early this morning.

Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu once again went together to breathe fresh air.

Fan Yushu yawned and glanced at Zhao Rong, who looked calm.

Not long ago, after learning that Zhao Rong was really Zhao Lingfei's husband, I thought that they would never send love letters to each other again, but I didn't expect that Zhao Rong would fall out with her like him and be left out...

Fan Yushu suddenly felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.

However, when he thought that Zhao Rong's wife was actually Zhao Lingfei, he still felt a little dazed.

He had heard of this name in his family for a long time, but he never expected that not long after he came to the academy, a classmate he met casually would be Zhao Lingfei's husband. Are all Linlu Academy students this year so fierce?

Fan Yushu turned his head and looked up and down at his companions.

His clothes are simple, his face is upright, and his starry eyes are very bright, but overall he is unremarkable and cannot be remembered at first glance.

He should be a cultivator, but it seems that his cultivation level has not reached the Fuyao realm.

On weekdays, we see that he is good at cultivating his qi. He always looks calm when things happen, and he naturally talks well after being admitted to the academy. However, among the many disciples of Mr. Yan, his performance is not outstanding. He is the kind who behaves on the surface and does not attract much attention.

, neither outstanding nor vulgar.

But...he is the husband of Zhao Lingfei, the beloved daughter of the Taiqing Mansion...

"Does it look good?"

Zhao Rong said softly.

Only then did Fan Yushu realize that he seemed to have been staring for a long time. He coughed lightly, looked away, and then changed the subject:

"Um, Tzuyu, I see you hand over three love letters every day, um, isn't that too much?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Fan Yushu turned his head, looking like someone who had come before, and spoke seriously.

"Tzuyu, the most important thing about a love letter is to craft it carefully and write beautiful and elegant sentences. Women like this, instead of writing something crude and crude, like I miss you so much, I love you so much.

We should win with quality, rather than blindly pursuing quantity, Tzuyu is in trouble."

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at Fan Yushu, nodded, thought about it again, and said wisely, "Brother Yushu, what's your trick?"

Fan Yushu cleared his throat and finally waited for these words. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He took out a book with no words on the cover like a treasure and signaled to Zhao Rong.

"Tzuyu, I just told you because I think you and I are compatible. Don't spread it around and let others learn from it."

Zhao Rong raised the corner of his mouth, but lowered it again and nodded with a serious expression.

He has seen this book many times. Fan Yushu would read this book every time he wrote a love letter.

When Fan Yushu saw this, he nodded with satisfaction, a boy can be taught.

He coughed and handed it over.

Zhao Rong took it and opened the first page to take a look.

His brows gradually raised.

It was different from what Zhao Rong imagined.

This book is full of gorgeous and complicated profound sentences. Isn’t it a love letter? Wait, hey, this seems to be a love letter, but it’s so convoluted and convoluted. Who can understand it?

?

But the literary talent is good, but are you sure this is for people to read?

Zhao Rong looked at it for a while and was a little confused, but he could roughly understand it. It can only be written by a Confucian scholar. Your writing is so profound and has a strong character, but...

Zhao Rong nodded in admiration, "Brother Yushu, I admire you."

"Where is it? This is the love letter written by our Confucian scholars. Would you like Tzuyu to take it and observe it and copy a few sentences?"

"I didn't expect it to be a book read by educated people...if it's not good enough, I won't take it away from others. Brother Yushu, please keep it."

Fan Yushu put it away with great satisfaction and walked with a spring breeze.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but laugh, and suddenly he was worried about the cultural level of Miss Ye, who had never been masked before.

By the way, does she really understand...
Chapter completed!