"Ronger..."
"Shh."
Zhao Rong gestured for little Qian'er to be quiet, then glanced at Zhao Lingfei, who was meditating with closed eyes in the air, turned around, and walked down the small building alone.
He left the Qinglian Pavilion.
Quietly, he headed towards the gate of the Nanci Mansion.
Behind him, in the boudoir on the upper floor, the unusual phenomena occurring, Zhao Rong couldn't quite understand, he could only hear Gui's amazed murmurs in his Heart Lake and see little Qian'er's astonished expressions.
He had just gotten off the boat today and brought Qing Jun and Qian'er to Qinglian Pavilion, intending to complete those thirty or so graded poems as a complete gift for Qing Jun, fulfilling a certain wish.
Hmm, simultaneously to express those 'true words' he really wanted to say to them.
