The two won, having just left the Courier Pavilion, stopped before fully walking away and turned to look back.
"What’s the matter?"
Zhao Lingfei asked softly, curious as she looked at the person approaching.
It was the attendant she had tipped not long ago for flattering words.
The sycophant attendant smiled and said:
"Fairy Zhao, just as you left, the pavilion received a small batch of ssage delivery flying swords. This is the last batch of urgent flying swords today, and among them, there happens to be a letter addressed to you. Haha, what a coincidence... I originally planned to notify you to pick it up tomorrow, but seeing that you hadn’t gone far, I saved you the trouble for tomorrow and hurried here to inform you."
"Another letter for ?"
Zhao Lingfei was a bit curious. After thinking for a mont, she couldn’t help but ask, "Could you tell ... where it was sent from?"
The sycophant attendant looked a bit troubled and glanced around. After a mont, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered:
"I’m not supposed to say... but I sneaked a peek, and it seems to be from the Dali area."
"Oh, thank you."
Zhao Lingfei was slightly dazed, exchanged a glance with the curious little fox demon beside her, thanked the attendant, and casually tossed two Qing Fu coins.
"My husband still calls a wastrel... Why send things twice instead of once? Explaining the exaggerations?"
With a chuckle, Zhao Lingfei shook her head and, accompanied by Su Xiaoxiao, returned to the Courier Pavilion.
One incense ti later.
Inside the pavilion hall, at the third table to the right.
After another procedure of signing, Zhao Lingfei received another vermillion lacquered secret box.
First, she raised her eyes and couldn’t help but glance at the cold-faced female officer who looked at her and Su Xiaoxiao with a peculiar gaze.
Then Zhao Lingfei slightly lowered her head. This ti, without waiting for Su Xiaoxiao’s enthusiastic suggestions, she directly opened the secret box.
She took out a thin letter paper.
She unfolded the letter, which was sent from under Sacrifice Moon Mountain a whole afternoon later than the first one yet nearly arrived at the sa ti, smoothing it flat.
With a smile at the corners of her lips, Zhao Lingfei looked down.
The letter contained only a brief sentence, written in a scrawled manner...
At this mont, the bustling hall suddenly quieted down.
The female officer, the attendant, the scholars...
Everyone and everything froze in place.
Not because they didn’t want to move, but because they couldn’t.
A purple sword hung silently above everyone’s head.
In the hall where ti and space had frozen.
The atmosphere was eerily dead silent.
Without a whiff of life.
The air presented a faint purple color, reflected by the orange-red sunset streaming in through the windows.
For a mont, it was sowhat dreamlike and surreal.
And just as everyone in the hall was feeling exceedingly frightened deep down.
In a corner of the hall, a woman with autumn eyes and a smile on her lips began to tremble uncontrollably.
Under her feet, the third letter from Dali today had unknownly slipped through her fingers.
Lying quietly on the ground.
Another instant.
All swords at the waist of the scholars, all silver communication swords on the second floor of the pavilion, and all precious urgent jade swords on the top floor...
Hung suspended silently in mid-air.
A small fox demon, who was increasingly frightened with wide eyes, fell onto the icy floor.
She was one of the only two who could move in the hall now, reaching out her fearful yet persistent hand.
Towards the letter near the trembling woman’s feet...
That day’s sunset.
Wang Que Taiqing Mansion was engulfed by countless sorrowful sword songs.
...
...
...
"Rong’er, why are you smiling?"
On the forest path, Zhao Qianer tilted her head and looked at Zhao Rong, curiously asking.
She had just helped him mail a family letter to a lady, and upon returning, she found Rong’er, who had been quietly waiting for her, with a persistent smile, glancing at her now and then and at the distant mountains.
He seed to be in a very good mood.
Could he have secretly done sothing while she was gone just now?
The little girl pondered.
At this mont, she was following Rong’er to the residence of his friend Zhang Huizhi.
Although little Qianer wasn’t particularly interested in the drinking and laughing among scholars, she was quite satisfied with being able to leave Su the maid behind and coming with Rong’er all by herself, feeling she had asserted authority over a maid confused about her status.
But now, seeing Rong’er mysteriously smiling and silent as he continued to gaze at the distant mountains, little Qianer still felt a bit suspicious.
She pouted slightly, "Rong’er, did you do sothing to wrong again, or did you co up with a new naughty idea to bully later?"
The young girl, growing ever more slender and charming, now wished she could peek into her beloved’s heart.
To see what he was thinking every mont.
But sadly, she couldn’t.
Zhao Rong: "..."
Why did you use ’again’?
And you, silly girl, even though you’re just a little girl, could you stop putting on this resentful wife tone as if you’re being cheated by the world’s most heartless rogue...
No idea where she learned it from.
"Oh, just thought of so happy things."
Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from the distant mountains and smiled as he spoke.
"Really?"
Little Qianer tilted her small face up, squinting peach-blossom eyes as she looked at her man, then circled him twice, suddenly stopping in front of Zhao Rong, standing on tiptoe to pinch his face which froze with the smile.
With a small adult-like seriousness, she said, "You can’t just think about things that make you happy but make and the lady unhappy, okay."
"..."
Zhao Rong brushed away her pinching hands with annoyance, speechless: "Disrespectful."
"Hehe..."
Little Qianer giggled, covered her mouth in stealthy amusent, then held onto his hand with both of hers, swaying back and forth like a swing.
Zhao Rong smiled, shook his head, and looked at the distant mountains.
That was the direction of solitude.
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