The elegant woman who was wrapped in white cloth opened her jade lips lightly, but for a moment, she suddenly paused and swallowed her angry words.

She looked at the appearance of the old-fashioned woman in front of her, and then glanced at Yu Huaijin's small hands, which were whiter than white cloth.

Zhu Weirui stared at this student whose life seemed to be destined for a long time, and said seriously: "As long as you feel it's worth it, you won't be tired at all."

"Worth it? Worth it..."

Yu Huaijin whispered.

It was a rare sunny day, and the sun was warm in the morning.

Zhao Rong took Concubine Zhao Ling and left Nanxuan School and went to a lakeside where he liked to stroll and read in the early morning.

Along the way, Qingjun attracted the attention of many scholars in the academy, but Zhao Rong held her hand with a calm expression and swore his sovereignty. Qingjun also held his arm generously, and the two of them walked alone.

After a stick of incense.

They found an elegant pavilion that was deserted and sat down in pairs.

"Huh, I finally escaped. This Yu Huaijin is really difficult to deal with. Qingjun, thank you for coming to me, otherwise I would have been suppressed by her all day long and locked up in the yard to write straight characters."

Zhao Rong took the food box from Zhao Lingfei, "Oh, I'm starving to death, Qingjun, this porridge is delicious."

But at this moment, Zhao Lingfei suddenly smiled and said: "Husband, didn't you just say that you wanted to teach me the truth?"
Chapter completed!