Zhao Fu Yun knew of this matter and thought to himself, if the other party came again, he would personally go out to meet them. If they didn't come again to ask Liang Daozi for the Ling Yu, then this matter would basically be over. He could deal with it later if they encountered each other again.,Zhao Fuyun felt a resistance hidden within. He knew that if he wanted to help Liang Daozi avenge his death, he couldn't do it through the academy; he had to do it himself.,One poured wine, the other offered fruit. A faint fragrance lingered at their noses. They wore thin, sheer garments, revealing skin as smooth as jade. Snowy elbows peeked out from beneath their clothes, gently brushing his arms and back, leaving a cool, slippery touch.。