My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 245 - 200 Washing Feet

Chapter 245: Chapter 200 Washing Feet

Zhao Rong tried several times, but couldn’t get the jade hairpin to stay in place.

Standing behind Qing Jun, he seemed somewhat clumsy and awkward, as if it were his first time attempting such a task.

In reality, Zhao Rong was quite experienced in dressing a woman’s hair, but even with his experience, he couldn’t afford to show off in front of Qing Jun.

Zhao Rong had long been aware of his wife’s meticulousness; he dared not slip up in the slightest.

At this moment, feeling the silky smoothness of the hair in his hands, he flipped his right hand, turned clockwise, then plunged the jade hairpin straight in with his right hand, releasing with both hands to finally secure the hairstyle without any loose strands.

Taking a step back, he exhaled in relief, "There, Qing Jun."

Lingfei, who had been still and quiet with her back to him, immediately sprung up like a little rabbit and ran to the edge of the stream. She bowed her head several times from side to side to examine her reflection on the water’s surface.

Seeing Lingfei’s rare childlike demeanor, Zhao Rong smiled and walked over to her side to look at the beauty in the water together.

Touching the jade hairpin on top of her head, Lingfei stole a glance at the man in the water who kept gazing at her, and suddenly spoke up softly, "Does it look good?"

Zhao Rong nodded while letting out a light sigh, "It’s beautiful, how can it be so beautiful."

Lingfei’s smile bloomed like a flower.

"I’m talking about myself, Qing Jun. To have found such a handsome husband, you really struck it rich," he shook his head.

Lingfei’s face tightened, and she pouted as she glanced sideways at him, "Rong’er, shameless."

However, what she didn’t expect was that Zhao Rong would actually nod without responding and then suddenly crouch down to reach for her ankles.

In her haste, Lingfei wanted to pull away, but worried about kicking him if she moved too suddenly, she crouched down and reached out to stop him.

Zhao Rong took her hand away and looked up softly, "Wife, be good."

Feeling a tremor in her heart and remembering the kindness he had just shown, gifting her the long-desired jade hairpin and seriously dressing her hair, Lingfei’s effort to resist weakened. Half-pushed, half-compelled, Zhao Rong captured both of her delicate ankles.

Forced to sit back because of her crouched position, Lingfei ended up sitting on the ground. With her legs bent, she still pushed against his large hands with some resistance, though weakly and to no avail.

Watching Zhao Rong taking off her embroidered shoes, Lingfei felt her face burn with heat. Her voice trembled, "Rong’er, don’t do this, it doesn’t look good, and they’re very dirty."

Zhao Rong didn’t pause in his actions, removing both her embroidered shoes and setting them aside. He looked up at Qing Jun and winked, "As a child, I washed your feet for you."

Pleading, Lingfei said, "Husband, I was wrong. Isn’t it enough if I wash my feet in the water myself? Let me do it."

Zhao Rong smiled, "It’s too late, wife. I’ll wash them for you."

With that, he grasped one of her lotus feet in both his hands, which was clad in a pristine white silk stocking.

Lingfei turned her face away, overcome with embarrassment.

Zhao Rong untied the strings of the silk stocking and slid it off.

Her body shivered, and she tried to retract her foot, but Zhao Rong quickly and firmly held it down. With one hand grasping her ankle and the other holding her sole, he fixed her foot in place on his leg, ensuring it couldn’t escape.

As Zhao Rong focused on his wife’s lotus foot in his hands, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Where was the unsightliness Qing Jun spoke of?

While not as small as the deformed golden lotuses from certain dynasties due to their terrible customs, her feet certainly qualified as small, and in Zhao Rong’s opinion, they were the perfect size.

After a few more glances, he couldn’t resist gently caressing them.

At that moment, sunlight filtered through the forest leaves, piercing the mist above the water and shining on her skin as smooth as satin.

And Zhao Rong’s hands joined the sunlight in a tender touch.

Qing Jun’s ankles were slender, her feet small and soft, fair and plump. And because of her shyness at the time, her thighs were straight and long, her taut lotus feet arched in a crescent, embodying a feminine beauty that was soft and yielding.

Zhao Rong’s breathing quickened, and he couldn’t take his eyes off. He had never experienced this with Xiao Xiao before; this was his first time admiring feet, and he hadn’t expected them to be so captivating.

He had always wondered why so many had a taste for this, finding it unique. Only now, seeing Qing Jun’s delicate crescent-shaped foot, did he discover another type of womanly beauty hidden within—intoxicating, unquestionable that many men wouldn’t doubt they would die happily under such feet.

Who could resist this?

Zhao Rong’s grip grew firmer, and he couldn’t help but rub, until at a certain moment, it seemed he rubbed Qing Jun’s foot too hard. She pulled back a bit, and Zhao Rong suddenly came to his senses, becoming somewhat more aware. He coughed lightly, shifted his gaze, and checked on his wife.

There she sat on the ground, supporting herself with her hands behind her, one long leg resting straight on his knee.

Qing Jun turned her head, her eyes shut tight, biting her lip, not looking at Zhao Rong. Yet her face was flushed, her eyelashes fluttered, and the beauty mark seemed to quiver as if tears were about to well up.

Remembering what he was supposed to be doing, Zhao Rong carefully picked up Qing Jun’s foot and began to wash it with scoops of water.

The movements were gentle, unlike his earlier roughness.

Whether it was the warmth of the stream or Zhao Rong’s rubbing, her skin glowed red, and he felt her temperature seemed higher than both the stream’s and the sunlight’s.

Zhao Rong attentively washed Qing Jun’s feet several times, then took a clean white cloth and dried each foot meticulously, preparing to put the socks back on—though he couldn’t help but steal a few more glances, reluctantly.

He glanced at Qing Jun and noticed she was still sitting with her eyes closed, turning her head.

Zhao Rong suddenly leaned over, his lips lightly touching the golden lotus.

Zhao Lingfei had been enduring the embarrassment, accommodating Rong’er, but the foot is a woman’s sensitive and secretive place. At this moment, she suddenly felt an odd sensation from her foot. With closed eyes, Zhao Lingfei’s heart stirred, and she suddenly realized something, which startled her.

She opened her eyes to look.

Indeed.

He was "taking an inch and going a mile" by bullying her again.

Zhao Lingfei became flustered with embarrassment, her body leaning forward abruptly as she glared at Zhao Rong with wide eyes, "Rong’er, you, you..."

She bit her silver teeth, and for the first time, she raised her hand and punched Zhao Rong’s chest with her small fist.

Zhao Lingfei was on the verge of tears, wishing she could immediately dig a hole and bury herself. How could he kiss such a shameful place with his mouth? Was it not dirty?

Thinking of this, her shoulders shuddered, and she no longer concerned herself with being angry at Zhao Rong. She quickly took out a handkerchief from her bosom and hurriedly wiped his mouth, "That’s so dirty. How could you be so silly? My foot is filthy..."

Zhao Rong gazed at Qing Jun with a dumbfounded look of concern and said nothing.

Seeing his expressionless face, Zhao Lingfei immediately became panicked and self-reproachful. She reached out to touch the place she had gently punched and said with a trembling voice, "Rong’er, I’m sorry, did it hurt? I’m sorry, I was too hasty just now, I wasn’t thinking, Rong’er..."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips upon seeing this. He shook his head to show he was alright, and then gently pushed her hand away.

Zhao Rong’s mouth curved up slightly, and he leaned down to continue helping Qing Jun put on her silk stockings, cradling her foot gently with tender movements.

Zhao Lingfei, seeing this scene, let out a breath of relief. No longer overly worried, she calmed down and gazed intently at Zhao Rong’s focused profile as he attentively served her. Gradually, she became somewhat lost in a daze.

Not long after, Zhao Rong meticulously helped Zhao Lingfei put her shoes back on and gently set her feet on the ground, ready to stand up. But suddenly, he noticed her skirt was too long, dragging on the floor. He frowned slightly and, not minding the trouble, squatted down again beside Zhao Lingfei’s feet. After a few attempts, he successfully tied a knot in the hem of the skirt so it would not hinder her walking.

After Zhao Rong finished, he breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. Suddenly, he noticed Zhao Lingfei’s eyes, shining like crystals, watching him.

Zhao Rong slightly opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something.

But in the next moment, Zhao Lingfei stepped forward.

She stood on tiptoe in front of him.

Their lips touched briefly, then parted.

The lady shyly lowered her head.

Zhao Rong was briefly stunned, then immediately smiled brightly.

At that moment, his heart harbored no crooked thoughts of taking advantage of her. Although he was certain that by hugging and coaxing her, he could get a half-forced kiss and perhaps even more, Zhao Rong didn’t want to do that, at least not right now.

He thought, just being together with her like this, simply feeling each other’s presence, was very good.

Zhao Rong reached out, took the shy girl’s hand, turned around, and they continued on their quest for seclusion.

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At the entrance of the Xizhu Garden, the Residence Students and Academy scholars successively departed.

Due to the actions of certain individuals, the atmosphere of the gathering seemed to have undergone some indescribable change, so Ye Ruoxi had no choice but to announce the end of the meeting ahead of schedule.

Certain events from the gathering were now being spread by the dispersing crowd throughout the mansions, and it wasn’t long before they would widely circulate, with change brewing and fermenting.

Ji Qianyi walked back to Taiyi Mansion without saying a word, Yun Zi following behind with a pale face, silent the entire way.

At one moment, Ji Qianyi suddenly stopped, paused in place, turned around, and took one serious final glance at the secluded mountains and forests within Xizhu Garden.

Zhao Lingfei, I have reminded you out of goodwill, yet you remain obstinately ignorant. I thought you were like me, destined to climb to the summit, to look down upon the multitudes. But, heh, I was mistaken. You are but an ordinary girl who can’t even overcome worldly love and desires.

I can vaguely see the fresh sights of the Heavenly Will Realm. I will soon find an opportunity for a Realm Breakthrough. As for you, heh, that’s a big problem. Just continue your intimate dalliances with your good-for-nothing husband, sinking deeper into degeneration...

Ji Qianyi shook his head and looked no more. He turned away, taking Yun Zi with him as they strode off.

As the sun gradually set, and the evening approached, the outside of Xizhu Garden had become deserted.

Yet, there was a graceful figure lingering not far from the entrance.

Liu Kongyi looked down at the thin porcelain cup with bird and flower designs that she had been holding for a long time, the tea inside having cooled.

In fact, she had already replaced it eight or nine times.

Liu Kongyi somewhat speechlessly looked at the exit of the Xizhu Garden, still no sign of a certain man.

She bit her lip lightly, took a deep breath, and with a soft snort, gave up on serving the tea prepared for her esteemed teacher, turned around, and left.

When the sun dipped below the mountain ridge, and night fell, the moon quietly climbed upon the branches.

Inside the Bamboo Garden gate, a pair of jade-matched lovers walked out hand in hand.

Cloaked in moonlight, they returned home.