Besides... Su Xiaoxiao actually wanted to keep the sachet she had secretly named for her and keep it close to her before giving it to him.

It seems to be a popular custom all over the world to use love objects to warm and nourish each other.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was hugging her knees, suddenly buried her face.

The corners of her lips hidden between her legs curved into a gentle arc.

"If I had known we would be separated for so long, I would have given him the sachet earlier and asked Zhao Lang to carry it with me... to accompany him for me all the time, and also... let Zhao Lang smell the sachet and miss me..."

Her tone was regretful and happy, a bit contradictory, but it was true that the little fox demon was in a tangled state of mind at this moment, and there were many similar thoughts of her daughter's family.

In the quiet atmosphere of the house where the girl's thoughts are hidden, there are some faint voices echoing.

"What else do you mean, if I really miss you and miss you so much, I will go to you... How silly, Zhao Lang, then I have to go find you every day, so how can you still have the mind to study... How silly, Zhao Lang,

Zhao Lang. I...I won’t go looking for you...I won’t go looking for you...I...I want you to come..."

At a certain moment, in the silent room, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly jumped up again, threw the quilt back, jumped out of bed, and once ran barefoot to a small desk near the balcony.

This big commotion made the little sisters who were involved in rolling their eyes couldn't help but roll their eyes, but they were almost used to it, and no one bothered to pay attention to it anymore. Let her be alone, she is just a silly girl anyway, and she usually doesn't argue about anything.

, just make a fuss, as long as you don’t lift the roof...

On the desk in front of Su Xiaoxiao, there is a small bookcase woven from green bamboo. Zhao Rong bought it for her when they first met, and it contains all her belongings.

Su Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, opened the book box in one go, and took out paper, pens and other items.

After laying out paper and inkstone.

This little fox demon who only dreamed of being a talented woman with red sleeves holding a brush, stared at the white paper, held her breath and concentrated, and quietly started writing in the next second.

At the same time, as the ink words appeared on the paper, her pink lips lightly opened:

"I live on the Qiantang River. Flowers fall and flowers bloom, regardless of the passing year..."

The little fox demon paused slightly, turned his head slightly, and stared at the window that was being knocked by someone in the distance on a rainy night.

The little hand that stopped holding the pen suddenly moved and filled in again.

"I originally lived on the Qiantang River. Flowers fall and bloom, regardless of the passing year... Swallows carry away the autumn colors in their mouths, and there are occasional cold and slanting rains on the screen windows."

The title of a poem is "Golden Thread", also known as "Butterfly Love Flower". The thirty-digit cross section of the poem is engraved on it, and the poem is gently folded.

It's stuffed into a sachet that stays warm for a long time.

Tomorrow they will be sent to Linlu Academy by a certain girl named Lu, and they will be completed by a young Confucian scholar Ma Liu, and then they will be sent back by hand. Well, just by the way... not counting her disturbing Zhao Lang's study.

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In the darkness, the little fox demon with bare feet and pink belly squinted its pair of large, narrow and beautiful fox eyes, like a little weasel that had stolen a chicken.

She turned around lightly, returned to the bed, held the sachet, which was only half filled with poems, to her heart, and fell asleep in relief with joy in her eyes.

"...Well, are you coming..."

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early morning.

Far away from Nanxing County, Xingzi Town is completely silent.

Only the chirping of insects somewhere adds a bit of vitality to the autumn morning.

The hustle and bustle of Xingzi Town last night seemed to have all passed away, and it was in stark contrast to the peaceful town sitting peacefully under the morning light, as if it was another world away.

The streets of the town are gradually filled with pedestrians. In addition to people who get up early in the morning, some hangover drunkards also come back. However, in their mouths, some stories about Zuixian Tower last night pop up from time to time.

Interesting things.

People on the street also began to discuss the matter heatedly.

Among them, what shocked everyone the most was not that the top court lady of Zuixian Tower was combing her hair with a young master, but that Su Qingdai, the aloof fairy who was famous in several surrounding counties and mountains, was also smitten by that man.

I was impressed by the young man's talent.

Everyone talks about it.

I believe it will spread throughout the mountains soon.

At this time, in the corner of Xingzi Town, in front of a certain inn, people and horses gradually gathered and became lively.

A group of travelers who had stayed at the inn for several days seemed to be about to set off again...

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Filling the hole: Chapter 34 Su Xiaoxiao’s poems in the dream, recycling the foreshadowing.

(PS1: Some older pits, the ones that happened a few months or half a year ago, may have been forgotten by the brothers. Every time you fill in such pits in the future, you will see the above prompt)
Chapter completed!