My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 310 - 238 The Greatest Distance in the World (Part 1)

Chapter 310: Chapter 238 The Greatest Distance in the World (Part 1)

Lingfei’s eyes sparkled as she gazed into Zhao Rong’s eyes, lost for words.

He looked at her tenderly, his deep-rooted eyes filled with nothing but her at this moment, no one else.

The furthest distance in the world isn’t from the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Map in the north, descending to the Southern Tranquility State; it’s not death and life; it’s not me standing in front of you, yet you don’t know I love you.

It’s the gulf that is built by an indifferent heart towards someone who loves you.

And now.

That chasm had been crossed.

Inside Lingfei’s Lotus Pond Heart Lake, lotuses were blooming, apricot flowers were singing, and wooden horses were frolicking.

The living water in his heart seemed to pour over across the space, nourishing her desiccated Heart Lake, slowly cleansing the sediment...

Lingfei, who had originally let her hands dangle by her side, slowly raised them, to embrace him, tightly.

She couldn’t help herself.

Zhao Rong also lowered his hands that had been holding her face and hugged Lingfei tightly into his arms.

In the autumn wind, under the warm sun, the two embraced, their foreheads pressed together, silent without a sound, nor needing one.

For no words could be as profoundly powerful as their actions.

Their hearts were pressed together, their Heart Lakes were plainly visible to each other, resembling a lake filled with rainbows, flowing with iridescent colors, and the occasional phantom bubbles surfacing, bearing flowing light and shadows on them, sometimes replaying a special memory fragment, or a face buried at the bottom of the lake, or some wild fantasies never told to anyone.

This was their day-and-night longing, hoping, and wishing.

As long as one is willing and has a way, one could see whatever they wanted to see.

However, for Zhao Rong who had neither Spiritual Energy Cultivation nor a Sword Spirit who was either sulking or hiding in fear of being discovered at the moment, he couldn’t see anything. He could only feel the temperature of Qing Jun’s forehead, her clear, autumn eyes, and the scent of jasmine wafting from her lips.

In other words, this ability to peer into one’s Heart Lake was unilateral, as only Lingfei had the power to look.

Zhao Rong quietly observed the autumn eyes before him, never before had he looked so intently at Qing Jun.

Her eyes, autumnal like waters, were truly beautiful.

And now.

Her eyes contained his, his eyes contained hers.

Layer upon layer, they reflected each other, full of the other, yet inseparable.

As to whether Qing Jun had some Divine Secret Skill to capture his Heart Lake’s thoughts, seeing through them clearly as if in broad daylight.

Zhao Rong didn’t know.

Gui said it was unlikely, but since Lingfei suddenly took the initiative to look, there was a significant chance that she possessed some special method.

As for the specifics, Zhao Rong didn’t really want to know, he just simply wanted to indulge this fool.

To show this fool, who appears proud and aloof in front of others but is always clumsy and weak before him, who seemed to have finally mustered the courage to dominate her husband just this once, looking as if she’d succeed and turn into the "ruler," but in the end foolishly scrambles to yield, resulting in a total defeat, a look into the heart of her husband.

Besides a dim-witted little Sword Spirit that bubbled with anger even more foolish than Qing Jun, there wasn’t much Zhao Rong was unwilling to let her know about or felt he needed to deliberately hide from Qing Jun:

A cheap Sword Spirit that, aside from its proud, sharp-tongued ability to relieve boredom, didn’t seem much use, only capable of sarcasm and posturing.

A bizarre dream on their wedding night that he had mentioned to her.

A promise made to an old friend—or rather, a side job akin to his "delivery business" as a Confucian Scholar.

The surprise he wanted to fish out a round moon from the base of the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace to place above her Heart Lake.

The curiosity about the scene of a hundred scholars competing in the Tunan Continent, and the thought of returning to his homeland in the Southern Tranquility State to search for his father’s whereabouts.

A smidgen of envy for Lin Wenruo, the "son," with his eighteen concubines.

More recently, there were two more thoughts.

One was that recently the cold weather was irritating, honey water could no longer quench his thirst or keep him warm, and he wanted to earnestly learn from Qing Jun how to knit autumn clothes; perhaps with her delicate hands measuring, she could knit him a perfectly fitting and warm autumn garment.

The other was to have Yu Huaijin, the dull one who always wore a straight face as though everyone owed her a hundred Spirit Stones, experience the joy of writing the word "righteous" under his tutelage.

Beyond that.

It’s a body full of Vast righteousness.

A belly full of strategies and measures.

The poetic splendor almost bursting through the chest.

Tell me, what’s there to hide in all of this?

Especially the last few, do you need to peer into the Heart Lake? Isn’t it quite obvious?

The first few, Qing Jun would know just by asking, and he’d openly reveal those "secrets".

As for the thoughts in the middle, those are what Zhao Rong now can’t wait for Qing Jun to know, to save him the trouble of speaking.

As for whether Qing Jun will see a certain little Fox Demon in the Heart Lake...

Zhao Rong gently exhaled a breath, as if afraid to disturb the Lingfei pressing against his forehead in a daze.

The latter was staring blankly, lost in thought.

Zhao Rong held the "Warm Fragrance and Soft Jade" in his arms, not knowing how much time had passed.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly spoke.

"Fool, have you seen clearly, whether there’s that... Liu Kongyi in my heart or not?"

Zhao Rong’s voice was magnetic and husky, his tone laced with laughter.

Lingfei’s eyes were bright and clear, still staring blankly straight into his.

One couldn’t tell if she was captivated by the pitch-black pupils of this man, the only one in her heart, immersed in them, or... if her spirit was already residing in her beloved’s heart, watching her beloved.

"You big vinegar jar," Zhao Rong leaned forward slightly, his nose affectionately nudging her reddened tip.

Lingfei’s eyelashes fluttered, she blinked, sniffled, but didn’t answer Zhao Rong’s question.

The two were extremely close, their breaths mingling with each other’s lips on each exhalation.

In the air, there was only the sound of their breathing, one after another.

Lingfei suddenly said, "Rong’er brother."

Her voice was endearingly nasal.

"Hmm."

Lingfei was quiet for a moment, then called out again, "Rong’er brother."

Zhao Rong tightened his embrace, "I’m here."

Lingfei sniffled and asked, "Do you fancy me?"

"Fancy," Zhao Rong didn’t hesitate.

"How... how much do you fancy me?"

He thought seriously for a moment.

"The most in this lifetime."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Rong was tightly embraced by two slender Jade Hands.

Their foreheads, once pressed together, parted as their noses brushed, Lingfei plunged into his embrace.

Zhao Rong felt as if Qing Jun wanted to sink into his body, the obsidian stone hidden within the soft jade painfully pressing against him.

Zhao Rong couldn’t see her expression, but he clearly felt Qing Jun’s delicate body trembling, and he wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but she seemed to be radiating intense heat.

As though she wanted to melt him.

Zhao Rong hugged Qing Jun tightly, too; he closed his eyes slightly, his chin resting on her fragrant shoulder, looking at the dilapidated yard beyond her back, he spoke softly, "What’s wrong, Qing Jun?"

"It’s nothing," Lingfei said with a laugh, a teardrop reflecting light slid down her cheek, "Rong’er brother, you... you’re really wonderful."

Zhao Rong didn’t speak.

Lingfei looked up at the empty yard, "Rong’er brother, will you ever tire of me?"

"I will," Zhao Rong said without hesitation, and then he felt the delicate body in his arms tremble once more.