My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 290 - 227 Never Fall Into This Young Master’s Hands_2

Chapter 290: Chapter 227 Never Fall Into This Young Master’s Hands_2

Studying finger techniques with Brother Teng Ying?

Zhao Rong looked up expressionlessly and just quietly watched Yu Huaijin without speaking.

Yu Huaijin, slightly curious, glanced at the oddly reacting Zhao Rong. She didn’t mind and moved forward a few steps. She took paper and a pen from Fan Yushu and placed them next to Zhao Rong’s hand.

Yu Huaijin spoke softly, "Originally, after mastering the tune, this stage would be about isolating and practicing difficult phrases in detail."

She paused, looked at Zhao Rong and continued, "However, with your situation of incomplete tone discrimination and difficulty in mastering rhythm nuances, it’s best to continually practice the entire piece. Play it more, and eventually, you will find the sense of music."

Yu Huaijin pointed casually at the pen and paper beside Zhao Rong, "From now on, every time you play, make a mark on it—draw a ’correct’ character. Well, let’s start with a hundred ’correct’ characters today."

A hundred ’correct’ characters, five hundred times the tune.

Zhao Rong’s hand on the strings trembled slightly.

He looked up at the sky. The early sun of autumn had just risen.

Zhao Rong smiled gently, "Sure."

Yu Xuanji, Yu Huaijin, remember this—never fall into the hands of this young master!

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The gate of Linlu Academy.

The couplet "Du You has talent, thrives here" hung on both sides.

Today, being a rest day and a rare clear, crisp autumn day, the gate was bustling with people coming and going.

Academy scholars, Mochi Academy students, and noted Great Scholars from thousands of miles away visiting the academy were bustling about, lively with activity.

At the moment, a group of academy scholars with jade pendants on their waist and a scholar-like demeanor stepped out of the main gate threshold, heading out.

This group of scholars, numbering about a dozen, was led by three who walked at the front, talking and laughing.

Among these three, one was a tall man with a face like a jade crown, somewhat long but handsome, who was the inner chamber senior disciple under Teacher Yan—Li Jinsu.

At the moment, he was listening to his contemporaries’ conversations with a warm smile, though there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Alongside Li Jinsu, the two companions leading with him, like him, were also inner chamber disciples of well-acquainted teachers at the academy,

Today, the three of them, along with their junior brothers, were preparing to attend a poetry society’s autumn climbing poetry gathering hosted within the academy.

Normally, according to Li Jinsu’s disposition, he was hardly ever proactive in participating, previously only finding such socializations bothersome, preferring to stay indoors studying the Classics or spending a day reading in Zunjing Pavilion, or serving the Teacher directly.

However, what made Li Jinsu feel helpless was that ever since they returned from a lecture in Taiching Prefecture with their teacher, his teacher’s attitude seemed a bit strange. It was not exactly strict, as today, under the teacher’s orders, he had no choice but to relax and attend the poetry gathering, the teacher insisting that he shouldn’t stay indoors all the time.

But to say it was lenient was also not quite right. There were still many chores and tasks for the teacher as before, and now there were even more new tasks. For example, he was ordered by his teacher to frequently visit Mochi Academy to check on his junior brother’s studies.

Furthermore, recently when Li Jinsu encountered some doubts in his studies and asked his teacher, his teacher explained more thoroughly and also repeatedly tested him several times, making sure he truly understood before moving on, and many aspects had become much stricter.

Li Jinsu sighed quietly, feeling a bit troubled. He couldn’t pinpoint why, but he felt it might be related to the new junior brother.

Li Jinsu felt quite affectionate towards this younger junior brother from his hometown, although the junior brother, appearing composed, had a somewhat unpredictable nature and was occasionally too sharp, which made Li Jinsu a bit worried. However, with Teacher looking after him, he didn’t need to be too concerned.

Just then, a thin-faced scholar standing next to Li Jinsu turned his head and chuckled.

"Jinsu, what are you daydreaming about? Are you thinking about that beauty from Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion again?"

The round-faced scholar next to them, hearing this, also turned his head and joined in, laughing as he said:

"I heard from a few elder brothers that a few days ago, Fairy Ye came looking for Jinsu. Ha ha, good one, Li Jinsu. Normally, you seem so serious all the time, but who would have thought you’re not so serious after all? Just one trip to Taiching Mansion, and you’ve managed to ’abduct’ a fairy back to our Academy. Not bad, not bad at all."

Li Jinsu came back to his senses and hearing this, he was startled and hurriedly explained, "Brother Cheng, Brother Xu, don’t misunderstand. My relationship with Fairy Ye is currently just a pen pal relationship. Our correspondence is solely about discussing poetry and literature, not the kind of romantic relationship you’re thinking of. She came looking for me a few days ago just to..."

The scholar known as Brother Cheng interrupted, "We know, we all know, elder brother, you don’t need to go to such lengths to explain, cough, cough."

Scholar Cheng turned his head and exchanged a look with Scholar Xu; both had smiles in their eyes.

Scholar Xu sighed, "Ah, when will my Teacher get a chance to go to Taiching Mansion to lecture?"

Hearing this, Scholar Cheng laughed and looked at the plump Scholar Xu, teasing him with a few words, pulling his leg.

Li Jinsu, seeing this, was somewhat at a loss for words; he was both amused and dismayed and remained quiet for a moment. He mulled over what to say, preparing to explain further as he couldn’t let Ruoxi, the young lady’s, good name be tarnished.

At this moment, their group was passing through the main gate, walking down the steps, surrounded by numerous passersby.

Just then, Scholar Cheng, who was talking and laughing, paused in his speech. From some point on, his eyes were fixed directly behind Scholar Xu.

His gaze moved past Li Jinsu and others, looking towards the left side of the gate, where the Academy’s gatehouse for receiving and registering guests was located.

For a moment, Scholar Cheng could not avert his gaze.

He was captivated by a sight.

Scholar Xu, sensing his companion’s anomaly quickly, turned his head to look toward the other side, his gaze also moving past Li Jinsu.

"What are you looking at, Brother Cheng, this..."

The next second, his words also gradually trailed off, his voice growing fainter, his attention caught by the striking figure standing outside the gatehouse.

The unusual behavior of the two quickly caught the attention of Li Jinsu and the junior brothers behind them.

Li Jinsu noticed that the eyes of both elder brothers completely overlooked him.

Li Jinsu furrowed his brow and looked back.

He saw, not far behind him outside the gatehouse, a woman standing alone like a lotus. Her hands were clasped in front of her, holding a brocade box, her gaze fixed forward, speaking to the Academy’s gatekeeper.

The woman had her black hair styled up high, revealing her pale and slender neck, swan-like. Her elongated eyes held a deepness like autumn waters, her side profile facing them adorned with a teardrop mole, which also illuminated her whole radiant face, stunning at the first glance, refined at the second, and unforgettable at the third.

The woman’s tall figure was graceful and impressive. Standing at a corner outside the main gate, she attracted numerous gazes, with the eyes of passing men unconsciously glancing her way.

Li Jinsu, seeing the beautiful woman’s side profile, was momentarily stunned. "Sister-in-law Lingfei..."