My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 244 - 199 My Feet Aren’t Pretty

Chapter 244: Chapter 199 My Feet Aren’t Pretty

"Alright, don’t be mad anymore,"

Zhao Rong said softly to Qing Jun, who had his back turned to him.

Lingfei remained still, her pretty face coldly watching the stream fall off the cliff, unwilling to look back at the increasingly mischievous Rong’er.

Actually, she had initially been embarrassed and had wanted to run away, just like before. However, at the poetry gathering earlier, after she had pulled him back, she had whispered to Rong’er not to throw tantrums anymore.

So, she couldn’t bear to leave him and run away.

But the moment Lingfei thought about how Zhao Rong had eaten the green plum she had bitten, her cheeks flushed hotly—it was all covered in her saliva... You, you don’t mind?

Looking at Qing Jun’s back, Zhao Rong was somewhat frustrated as he sighed.

"Ah, Qing Jun, it was my oversight, not considering your feelings. I was wrong, too selfish... Here, this is for you; I’ve bitten it. Eat this, and we’ll be even," he said.

Zhao Rong’s attitude was sincere as he handed her a bitten plum from behind.

Upon hearing this, Lingfei glanced downwards, her shoulders shook slightly, and she almost burst out laughing. She quickly composed herself and huffed.

Suddenly, Lingfei turned around, snatched the plum from his hand, and pretended to throw it.

Zhao Rong instinctively stretched his hands forward to catch it.

Lingfei, however, couldn’t bear to throw it away. Seeing his anxiousness for the green plum softened the ice on her face a bit.

She reached out and stuffed the green plum into Zhao Rong’s mouth.

The latter’s face brightened as he gently opened his mouth, obediently accepting his wife’s "feeding."

Seeing this, Lingfei’s eyelids slightly lifted, her face still expressionless, but her movements became gentle. She delicately picked up each clean-washed green plum with her fingers and fed it to her husband, making sure he finished eating without any further mischief.

During this time, Zhao Rong blinked, eyeing her clean white fingers picking up the plums. He leaned forward, but his little scheme was quickly noticed by the already cautious Qing Jun. Before he could close his mouth, she swiftly withdrew her fingers.

Lingfei rolled her eyes at Zhao Rong.

He wasn’t embarrassed and continued to smile brightly, watching his wife’s girly antics.

Soon, Zhao Rong had eaten all the green plums. Lingfei looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised her hand, stretching the onion fingers he hadn’t managed to steal earlier to the corner of his lips to wipe his mouth.

Gazing at his outwardly cool but considerate and gentle wife, Zhao Rong smiled happily.

He glanced to the side where the water in the warm stream was just right, his eyes lighting up.

The next second, Zhao Rong grabbed Lingfei’s hand, which was wiping his mouth, kissed her fingertips lightly, then hurriedly pulled her to the lakeside, "Qing Jun, come with me."

"Rong’er, slow down,"

At the lakeside, Zhao Rong nodded without looking back, his movements unceasing as he crouched down, expertly rolled up his trouser legs, took off his boots and socks, stepped forward, and barefoot entered the stream.

At that moment, the afternoon sun fell into You Valley, covering this section of clear stream. Not far off, a white waterfall fell from the cliff top, stirring up layers of mist, enveloping the lakeside. Zhao Rong, standing amidst it under the sun’s illumination, appeared ethereal in the misty glow, and Lingfei thought his smile was even more dazzling than the sunlight.

Lingfei watched this scene, momentarily lost in a trance.

"Climb down, Qing Jun. The water temperature is just right; ah, it feels great. The goose soft stones here aren’t as slippery as those in the spring behind Duke Mansion. You should come down too."

Zhao Rong stood in the stream, his bare feet stepping on the warm, comfortable goose soft stones, reaching out to Lingfei who stood on the bank.

When they were young, they often washed their feet and caught fish in an unknown spring behind Duke Mansion.

Now, Lingfei looked somewhat conflicted. She held Zhao Rong’s hand, gently crouched down, bit her lower lip, thought for a while, and hesitatedly shook her head.

"Maybe not today, Rong’er. You play, I’ll watch from here."

Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched, and he almost said, "If you don’t come down, what am I supposed to play?" But this sentence, likely to cause misunderstandings and scare away Qing Jun, was swallowed down.

Zhao Rong looked at Qing Jun, who was crouching on the bank, her face buried in her knees, her eyes brightly staring at him. When she noticed him looking, Qing Jun gently shook the hand holding his.

Seeing his wife’s obviously shy yet eager appearance, Zhao Rong spoke softly, "It’s okay, silly. There’s no one else here. It’s fine to take off your shoes."

Lingfei, still with her head buried, shook it again, remained silent for a while, and then spoke in a voice as quiet as a mosquito, "Rong’er, my feet aren’t pretty. Not like those delicate feet in the books... Don’t look."

Zhao Rong was speechless, "Silly girl, I don’t care about those things. Whatever is yours, I like. Ahem, wife, your feet don’t have any strange smell, do they? If they do, you definitely need to come down and wash them."

Lingfei looked up and glared at him, swatted his hand hard, and said irritably, "No, you’re the one with smelly feet."

Zhao Rong shook his head, "I don’t believe it, let husband check."

Zhao Lingfei buried her head and did not reply, ignoring him.

Zhao Rong tried to persuade her a few more times to no avail; he sighed softly, stepped in the creek, and sat by the shore, close to Qing Jun.

Zhao Rong gently sniffed the pleasant scent of his wife and felt her warmth.

Zhao Rong knew that Qing Jun did not want to take off her shoes and step into the water because, besides the feet being a private part for a woman, she also feared revealing her feet and ruining the beautiful image in her husband’s mind.

In fact, he did not mind those things; after all, he had seen them countless times when they were children. Zhao Rong just wanted to relive the childlike fun with her.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at Qing Jun. It was not a solution to let her continue being shy. He could not just let her avoid his touch forever. However, women needed to be coaxed, and coaxing more might just present an opportunity, such as a trick Zhao Rong remembered from his past life: "I’ll just rub, won’t go in..."

Moreover, Zhao Rong initially thought secretly about whether he could retrieve that significant dark-colored Jade Token today.

But given the current progress and Qing Jun’s reserved attitude, it seemed difficult, he would need to think of a way...

Suddenly, his gaze paused, resting on the wooden hairpin in Qing Jun’s updo.

Zhao Rong’s expression shifted, suddenly remembering something his mother left behind that had been stored away for a long time.

He immediately took off the Sumeru Object around his neck, concentrated, and after searching for a while, took out an object.

"Qing Jun."

"Hmm...hmm?" Zhao Lingfei responded from between her knees, then suddenly felt the wooden hairpin being pulled out of her hair in an instant.

Zhao Lingfei suddenly looked up, her hair unfixed by the wooden hairpin scattered smoothly, cascading like a waterfall, and as her eyebrows furrowed in disapproval intending to glare at Rong’er. Yet the next second, when the object in Zhao Rong’s hand caught her eye, Lingfei’s eyes widened immediately.

She stared at the familiar jade hairpin, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly. Finally, she stammered, "This, this is Aunt Liu’s..."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded, "Mother gave it to me before she passed away; she said you liked it and asked me to personally give it to you after we got married."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lingfei’s gaze trembled. This was the hairpin Aunt Liu had always worn, which she had coveted since she was a child, not because it was especially beautiful but because it carried a significant meaning similar to the pair of betrothal Jade Tokens she was wearing.

Zhao Rong gazed at Qing Jun with her hair scattered, "You know, mother said it’s a hairpin that has been passed down in our family. My dad to my mom, my granddad to my grandma... I don’t know how many generations."

Zhao Lingfei stared unblinkingly at the jade hairpin that signified the status of the chief wife. Instinctively, she reached out her hand but paused midair, looked up, staring eagerly at Zhao Rong with a faint yet earnest voice, "Mine, mine, I want..."

Zhao Rong, looking at the woman in front of him, had no doubts that if he dared not to give her the jade hairpin, she would stab him the next second and die together with him.

Under Zhao Lingfei’s gaze, Zhao Rong suddenly leaned forward.

Zhao Lingfei, as if realizing something, allowed his approach and did not dodge.

She slowly closed her eyes, gently lifting her chin, her eyelashes fluttering.

Feeling a bit aggrieved inside, she thought, why are you so hasty? You’re bullying me again, can’t you be nice and slow..."

However, as Lingfei thought about the beloved jade hairpin, she dared not resist at all, yet the feeling of grievance in her heart grew stronger, resenting herself for being so useless in front of Rong’er, caring so much about that hairpin, being completely manipulated by him, at his mercy...

As Lingfei thought so, three breaths had passed, but the "villain" in front of her had yet to make a move, no sensation on her lips nor the breath from his nose.

Zhao Lingfei opened her eyes curiously and saw Zhao Rong smiling at her.

Before Zhao Lingfei could become embarrassed, Zhao Rong already shook his head, speaking softly, "Silly girl, what messy stuff are you thinking about... Turn around, I’m going to put it in."

He raised the jade hairpin, gesturing to Lingfei with her hair draped over her shoulders.

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Inside Xizhu Garden within the mid-mountain, the poetic gathering that was buzzing with noise had just ended early.

The crowd dispersed in groups of twos and threes.

Lvzhu hummed a tune while following her sisters to tidy up the utensils from the gathering.

At one moment, she looked in the direction Zhao Rong had left earlier, wondering when that pretend fool and his wife would return from their escapade.

With myriad thoughts in her mind, Lvzhu suddenly remembered the Falling Flower Grade lyrics she "personally" altered by chance. She giggled, thinking about going to talk to a new friend inside Duke Mansion she had recently met, who also liked wearing red clothes. Hmm, Xiaoxiao seemed to quite enjoy these stories of scholars and beauties...