My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 233 - 192: Clouds Disperse and the Moon Appears, Flowers Play with Shadows (Combined - )

Chapter 233: Chapter 192: Clouds Disperse and the Moon Appears, Flowers Play with Shadows (Combined Chapter)

If Liu Kongyi hadn’t spoken of being my "one-character tutor", "serving tea and pouring water", or "rewarding handsomely", Zhao Rong wouldn’t have minded casually helping her correct a few characters.

But what’s this posture of wanting to deeply engage with a one-character tutor and progress to an intimate understanding?

Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched slightly. Seeing that Qing Jun was only nodding calmly, he didn’t know if she was satisfied with his answer or if she simply hadn’t thought about that aspect at all?

No, Zhao Ziyu, stay vigilant. Although it is said that women become somewhat foolish when they fall in love with men, they might have keener instincts in certain aspects...

Just then, Green Pearl, who had been standing beside Zhao Rong and eavesdropped for a while, chuckled, "Young Master Zhao, you talk as if you could definitely improve the poem significantly."

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, intending to ignore this naive girl, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qing Jun looking away as if she had not heard this embarrassing comment.

Zhao Rong felt a warmth in his heart and glanced at the "Heavenly Immortal" at the center of the table before turning to Green Pearl, "It’s simple, just change one character."

Green Pearl asked curiously, "Which character?"

Lingfei also leaned in, listening quietly.

"Tinker," Zhao Rong turned back and said casually, "The clouds part and the moon appears, casting shadows on the flowers—no, the clouds part and the moon appears, playing with the flower shadows, perfect."

"The clouds part and the moon appears, playing with the flower shadows? Playing with the flower shadows..."

Green Pearl muttered to herself a few times, her eyebrows gradually drawing together; her mouth slightly agape, she was about to ask another question when someone nearby already spoke up.

A scholar from the Academy who was passing by frowned slightly and stopped, "Little Junior Brother, your use of the word ’tinker’ needs to be discussed."

Zhao Rong turned to look, realizing the person speaking was a senior brother who came with him, known for his staid and serious demeanor, and rigorous scholarship.

His senior brother spoke earnestly, "The word ’tinker’ is rarely used in poetry. Although it is not wrong to use novel words, this one... is a bit too frivolous... ’Tinker’... it’s not dignified..."

Green Pearl blushed slightly. She enjoyed reading poetry and had some experience, though she had not experienced romantic love. Still, she had secretly read some books about men and women ’battling’ at night, led by sisters in the garden. So now, she immediately understood the Academy scholar’s point.

Playing with the flower shadows, playing with the flower shadows.

The image of flowers originally related to women is often used as a metaphor, and the word "tinker" has a close association with intimate affairs between men and women... As for a word that rivals "tinker", there’s also "lose"...

Images from the books, vivid and illustrative, emerged in Green Pearl’s mind... After losing those ’battles’, the women in the pictures seemed to always cry out this word... lost...

Filled with a sense of guilt for her immediate understanding, Green Pearl shook her head like crushing garlic, trying to dismiss these shameful thoughts. She then became somewhat conflicted.

The clouds part and the moon appears, playing with the flower shadows.

It read smoothly, and the more Green Pearl read it, the more poetic it seemed. But... was this word really appropriate?

She nodded repeatedly, her gaze fixed on Zhao Rong, waiting to see how he would explain.

Lingfei, upon hearing the words of the Academy scholar, was somewhat puzzled in her heart. Frivolous? What was improper about the word her husband used?

Yet, Zhao Rong did not respond to the austere senior brother’s inquiry or Green Pearl’s inquisitive eyes.

He smiled radiantly and gave a respectful bow to the suddenly intervening senior brother, "Senior brother makes a good point."

With that, he led Lingfei away without lingering further.

The staid senior brother shook his head and departed.

Green Pearl scratched the back of her head, repeating to herself, "The clouds part and the moon appears, playing with the flower shadows, the clouds part and the moon appears, playing with the flower shadows..."

Liu Kongyi’s quest to find a one-character tutor was unsuccessful.

This left the previously lively gathering slightly awkward, so Ye Ruoxi, as the organizer of the Nuanyi Gathering, organized another event that everyone could participate in. As for the rice paper on the main table in the center of the gathering, it wasn’t immediately cleared away. Occasionally, some persistent men, struck with inspiration, would go and give it a try.

In a certain part of the gathering, the crowd began to gather once more.

After bidding farewell to Green Pearl, Zhao Rong led Lingfei toward the bustling area where people were converging.

On the way, Qing Jun, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, "I believe you."

"Huh? What."

Zhao Rong turned to look at her.

Lingfei looked ahead, a gentle smile on her lips, her tone serious, "Rong’er brother, the word you changed can indeed elevate Sister Liu’s verse. I believe it... The clouds part and the moon appears, playing with the flower shadows, it sounds beautiful. Rong’er brother, can you explain in detail? I want to listen."

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment but then a smile crept into his eyes. He righted his head again, squinting toward the path ahead.

Lingfei did the same, side by side with him, not looking at each other, yet feeling that their hearts were very close.

Both had their own experiences, and the paths they chose differed—one studied books, the other practiced swordplay, each possessing knowledge unknown to the other, strengths and weaknesses not aligned. But these differences wouldn’t become barriers in their relationship, wouldn’t render them speechless. They could be overcome.

I want to understand everything about you. The knowledge you possess, as long as you’re willing to share, I am willing to listen on.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment, his voice tender.

"The clouds part and the moon appears, the flowers set the scene—although the word ’set’ is alright, it lacks the captivating delicacy... What Miss Liu wants to portray is the scene after the wind blows the clouds apart, the moonlight shines through and illuminates the flowers being tossed by the wind, shadows playing and dancing... Imagine, after a day of sorrow and gloom, tasting the fleeting vibrancy of spring as the day ends, how complex and poignant the feeling is, wishing to convey it through words, then one must refine a verb that is exceptionally alluring and expressive..."