Look at the weather outside, it should be raining heavily tomorrow, and bursts of thunder can already be heard. Weather like this is not to be missed.

Zhao Rong had always remembered the Liji Sword Pill in the Ting Ni Purple Gold Furnace. At first, he said that it would be fine if it was placed on the top of the mountain with a roar during a thunderstorm. Although he still doubted it, he still believed it.

The only thing I'm a little worried about is that Gui is still sleeping and I can't contact it again...

Zhao Rong thought for a while and decided to give it a try, but he had to find a safe place far away so that no one would miss it.

With this in mind, Zhao Rong set out overnight.

The next morning.

The heavy rain that started last night is still falling.

The entire Taiqing Mansion was washed by rain.

There was thunder in the sky.

Boom!

Inside the house, Fan Yushu woke up suddenly and raised his head alertly.

Looking around, I found that I was inside a house and it was raining heavily outside.

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his sore neck, and vaguely remembered that he had a drink with Zhao Rong yesterday, and fell asleep while drinking...

Fan Yushu suddenly frowned and realized that it was already late. He had slept for too long, so he had to hurry up and rush to his morning class.

He hurriedly packed up his things and went out. When he passed by the desk, he picked up a pale pink letter on the desk and stuffed it into his sleeve.

In the past, after writing love letters every night, he would put them on his desk.

The sky was dark and the rain was pouring.

Fan Yushu held an oil-paper umbrella and called Tzuyu in the yard, but no one answered.

"You don't even call me when you go to class."

He muttered, and then hurried to Nanci Jingshe, handed the love letters on his sleeves to the female officials, said "Xia Heyuan", and left in a hurry. He was almost late for morning class...

This is the seventh time Zhao Lingfei has come out to ask questions today.

Facing her question, the female officials outside Nanci Jingshe shook their heads in confusion.

The tall-haired female officer thought for a while, "Miss Zhao, your...husband, it seems that he did not come to deliver the letter this morning. The companion who was with him in the past seemed to have come, but he did not come."

Zhao Lingfei's hand holding the umbrella handle was a little blue and white, "I understand, thank you."

She narrowed her long eyes, cheered slightly, and left.

She was not in the mood to practice all morning. Zhao Lingfei frowned slightly and looked out the window from time to time. Her mood was the same as the weather outside.

But at noon, Zhao Rong still didn't come to deliver the letter.

We agreed to send three letters a day, so I was too lazy to come in the morning, but it didn’t come at noon...

Concubine Zhao Ling had sad eyes and walked back and forth in the boudoir, her steps suddenly hurried and then slow.

At a certain moment, she suddenly stopped, stood quietly, closed her eyes, and bit her teeth lightly.

Brother Rong'er, you've only given me 35 love letters for thirteen days and you can't hold on anymore? It's not as long as the time I spent knitting a shirt for you, so you can't hold on and coax me for a little while longer?

Zhao Lingfei was a little angry, just gambling, her pretty face gradually turned pale, her eyes were wandering, and her heart was trembling.

Slowly, Zhao Lingfei's beautiful long eyes shone brightly, and she sniffed slightly.

The next second.

Then he turned around, grabbed an oil-paper umbrella, and went out in a panic to find the unfaithful man.

In the heavy rain, Zhao Lingfei hurried to Four Seasons Hall.

Classes are taking place in the lecture hall at this time.

She pursed her lips tightly, raised her eyebrows, and glanced at everyone in the hall one by one, looking for the betrayed man, but there was no trace of him from the first row to the last row.

Zhao Lingfei scanned it a few more times, but there was still no Zhao Rong, and she frowned.

She waited patiently until get out of class was over and hurriedly stopped an academician.

"Sorry to bother you, do you know where Zhao Ziyu has gone?"

The academician was stunned for a moment, and looked at the beautiful woman with a mole under her left eye under the umbrella, and was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Lingfei asked again anxiously.

"Oh, Junior Brother Zhao, he asked for leave from Senior Brother today and did not come to class. Well, may I ask you..."

Before the academician finished speaking, Concubine Zhao Ling turned around and left in a hurry, without staying for a moment.

The rain splashed on the hem of her skirt along the way. She rarely spoke to outsiders in the past, so she stopped people to inquire about her, and finally arrived at the yard where Zhao Rong lived.

Concubine Zhao Ling came to the window of Zhao Rong's house and looked inside, but there was no one there.

She then asked the academy students living nearby, including the classmate who she remembered often went to Nanci Jingshe with Zhao Rong.

They learned that Zhao Rong seemed to have asked for leave for something to go out, but they didn't know what the specific matter was.

Zhao Lingfei breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that he didn't intentionally not send the letter, but... I don't know why he didn't send it.

What on earth was he going out for? This weather...

Zhao Lingfei was standing outside Zhao Rong's house. She glanced at the heavy rain outside the eaves.

The sky was dark, with the sound of rain in all directions, and the occasional burst of light illuminated this dark world.

Thunder rumbled.

Zhao Lingfei's brows still didn't relax.

Where did he go?

It seems to have fallen into the night.

The sky was so dim all day long that it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

The rain has become lighter, but it is still heavy.

In the darkness, Zhao Rong returned to the Fourth House of Taiqing in the rain, wearing a raincoat.

Along the way, he cursed.

It's a pity that Zhao Rong is now asleep, so Zhao Rong can only vent his anger alone.

Damn it, I promised to just make a boom, but it turned out that it was useless even after dozens of booms, and it almost killed Zhao Rong...

Zhao Rong set out last night and traveled for several hours. Finally, he found a suitable hilltop in a deserted ridge. He put the stove on it, but was hit by lightning. But when he took the risk to take the stove down, he found that it was useless.

No……

Li Ji Jian Wan is still in an illusory form. According to Gui, if the Jian Wan is fully completed, it should turn into an existence between reality and reality. However, Zhao Rong fished it out in the stove, and it was still the moon in the well, with no hair at all.

Zhao Rong returned to the yard, thinking more and more angrily as he walked.

After a busy day in the heavy rain, even with a raincoat, the rain still soaked my whole body.

And this autumn rain is accompanied by waves of cool wind.

His wet body was cold to the bone.

Zhao Rong's Zhenyi phase physique was also a bit unbearable.

Not long after, in darkness, Zhao Rong walked quickly to the courtyard door, preparing to take the key to open the door. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure quietly moving in the darkness not far away, preparing to go away.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly moved, and he hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

The figure seemed to be aware of his pursuit, speeding up and about to escape into the darkness.

But at this moment.

"Qingjun."

Zhao Rong shouted out of nowhere.
Chapter completed!