My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 303 - 233 - Teacher, are you tired? _2

Chapter 303: 233 Chapter Teacher, are you tired? _2

"I’m not going now; this girl is stubborn, for some reason, she hasn’t learned the serene elegance of the orchid at all. From now on, I’ll keep her by my side and watch over her, and I won’t let her roam around the Academy anymore. Last time, she actually talked back to him..."

The woman in the Confucian robe paused, her brows lightly furrowed as she looked at the man’s handwriting, sighing softly.

Yu Huaijin, holding her hands, stood quietly to the side, witnessing the scene, she kept her eyes down and remained silent.

But in her heart, she realized something—this possible "Master" seemed to be a teacher within the Academy...

Zhu Weirui shook her head and then said, "By the way, Huaijin, what made you think of visiting me today? Is there something you need?"

As she spoke, she glanced towards the food box that Yu Huaijin had brought.

Yu Huaijin opened the food box, "I brought some tasty things for the teacher."

Upon finishing her speech, she took out a cucumber from the box and handed it over.

"Tasty?" Zhu Weirui, quite curious since this was what her student considered tasty, only to exclaim softly upon a closer inspection, "Ah, it’s a cucumber."

Zhu Weirui took it, looked at Yu Huaijin for a few moments, and smiled delightfully, "So Huaijin likes this, but it’s indeed rare in the Academy."

Yu Huaijin offered no explanation. She watched the teacher unwaveringly, and only after she had a taste did Yu Huaijin speak again:

"There’s nothing urgent, just came to visit the teacher, and also, I have some questions about brushwork that I’d like to ask you. Oh, and teacher, don’t forget you have our Shuaixing Hall class tomorrow morning."

"Oh," Zhu Weirui was startled, putting down the cucumber, her jade hand lightly patting her smooth forehead, "Tomorrow! I almost forgot."

Her eyes suddenly became lively. She picked up a piece of calligraphy from the table that she was very satisfied with, looked down at it, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth, murmuring to herself, "That actually works out well, I can meet the gentleman and also show him this, perhaps get some advice."

Yu Huaijin was slightly stunned, looking at her teacher who seemed a bit different than usual.

Her suspicion grew stronger—indeed, it seemed she would have to start calling her "Master"...

She observed Zhu Weirui, who was busily and joyfully organizing the papers on the table, occasionally selecting a few, looking them over with a nod of her head.

Yu Huaijin thought for a bit then reminded her, "Teacher, don’t forget our Shuaixing Hall calligraphy class tomorrow morning."

Zhu Weirui looked up, her eyes bright, "I certainly won’t forget."

Yu Huaijin nodded, hoping her teacher wouldn’t forget their class due to the meeting she had arranged.

Zhu Weirui picked a few pieces of calligraphy very carefully and spoke softly:

"Huaijin, let’s go inside to talk, your teacher... I’ll change clothes as well, and then continue writing. I can continue until tomorrow morning and go directly to teach your class."

Afterward, they both turned and walked toward the house.

Zhu Weirui led the way, her face unseen but her gentle voice suddenly carrying softly:

"Huaijin, Jingzi isn’t here, you help me, help me... tie this up."

Yu Huaijin looked at her teacher’s graceful figure; she had done such intimate tasks before, so she agreed:

"Sure, teacher."

Before long.

Inside a room that resembled a study more than a boudoir.

Behind a screen covered in ink characters, two women were hidden.

Behind the screen, the scene was uniquely beautiful.

Yu Huaijin, with a face as calm as Ping Lake, quietly observed the nearby cascading black hair and the towering snowy mountain.

She gently rolled up the white cloth in her hand for her teacher.

Yet, no matter how tenderly one handled such a beautiful thing, it ultimately represented restraint and oppression.

Whether it was the "snow scene" dazzling before her eyes or any other beautiful things.

Suddenly, Yu Huaijin said, "Teacher, are you tired?"

Zhu Weirui was slightly taken aback, and her cheeks flushed rapidly.

She thought the student was teasing her.

The refined woman, wrapping the white cloth, barely opened her jade lips; but in a fleeting moment, she suddenly stopped, swallowing back words of annoyance.

She glanced at the face of the stern woman before her and then let her gaze drift to Yu Huaijin’s hands, even whiter than the cloth.

"Not tired," Zhu Weirui gazed at this student, who seemed destined by fate, and earnestly said, "As long as it feels worthwhile, then it is never tiring."

"Worthwhile...worthwhile..."

Yu Huaijin stared blankly at Zhu Weirui.

Does the teacher not feel tired because the future "Master" will be pleased?

What about her.

"Tired..."

Yu Huaijin murmured.

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It was a rare sunny day, with dry weather and warm sunshine.

Zhao Rong led Lingfei away from Nanxuan Academy and walked north, heading toward a lakeside, a place he enjoyed for his morning reading.

Due to the holiday, there were many people on the roads, corridors, and paths of the academy, including scholars from the academy and students from Mochi Academy.

However, Zhao Rong did not encounter any acquaintances, as he had only recently arrived and knew few people, with his closest friend still diligently studying in East Fence Small House.

Lingfei had left Qinglian Pavilion early in the morning, lingered in front of the dressing mirror for a long time, and rifled through her wardrobe.

Now, dressed in new attire, her figure was butterfly-like, her waist slender, enhanced by a pair of smooth and long jade legs, making the fitted soft silver lily skirt look exceptionally tall and outstanding, swaying gracefully.

On the road, Lingfei lightly carried a food box in one hand and hooked Zhao Rong’s arm with the other, clasping his fingers, walking in this Confucian Academy known for its propriety, yet still attracting the gaze of many Confucian scholars.

Zhao Rong felt it; he had become the focus among the passersby on the road, but this act of feeding the public dog food was something he had done many times in Taiching Four Mansions, being quite skilled at it and having overcome the initial guilt.

Zhao Rong looked at Qing Jun, eyes meeting with a laugh.

A moment later.

Zhao Rong and Lingfei found a secluded, elegant pavilion by the lake and settled down on the water-facing side together.

"Phew, finally got away. That Yu Huaijin is really troublesome. Qing Jun, it’s lucky you came to find me today, or she’d have had me pinned down all day, trapped in the yard practicing calligraphy."

Zhao Rong started speaking with a laugh, taking the food box from Lingfei’s hand, "Ah, I’m starving, Qing Jun, this sticky rice porridge smells so good, hey, did you add sugar? My wife really knows me, aware that I like it soft and sweet."

He picked up the steaming bowl of lotus seed sticky rice and closed his eyes to smell it.

At this moment, the previously composed and quiet Lingfei suddenly turned around, smiling slyly, "Husband, didn’t you just say you wanted to teach your wife a lesson?"

Zhao Rong, about to take a sip of his porridge, froze in his movement.