My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 311 - 239: The Furthest Distance in the World (Part 2)

Chapter 311: Chapter 239: The Furthest Distance in the World (Part 2)

Zhao Rong didn’t allow Lingfei to contemplate further.

He immediately opened his mouth to "threaten":

"If you do something foolish behind my back, I’ll get sick of it."

"Do... what foolish thing." Lingfei’s voice, originally clear but now slightly hoarse, urgently came from his embrace, sounding muffled.

Zhao Rong had one arm wrapped around Qing Jun’s slim and strong waist, while his other hand moved up, gently stroking to comfort her shoulders and back.

Meanwhile, he was muttering relentlessly, listing things non-stop:

"Being willful and self-harming, like how you randomly shatter your Sword Heart again."

"Not diligently cultivating, failing to become a female Sword Immortal, and forcing me to not be able to depend on your support."

"So you better hurry up and cultivate, and once you reach the Seventh Realm of the Tranquility Sword Cultivator, how prestigious would I be when I take you out."

"Moreover, I am a selfish man; it’s all right if I grow old, but if you age and lose this face I am so fond of, I’ll get sick of you too. So, you must take cultivation seriously. Once you step into the Seventh Realm or even higher, you can maintain your youthful appearance and keep looking great, isn’t that wonderful..."

The Warm Fragrance and Soft Jade in Zhao Rong’s arms gradually calmed down, listening quietly, when she suddenly spoke up, her voice weak as a mosquito’s, "Not good."

Zhao Rong paused his speech, "What’s not good?"

Lingfei seriously said, "I want you to stay young too. If we are to age, let’s age together. If we don’t age, then let’s both stay young, together."

"No, rejected."

Zhao Rong didn’t even think before he outright refused.

Lingfei, whose head had been buried, raised it and then rested her chin on his solid shoulder. Her eyes were slightly red and the tip of her nose too, yet there was no crying tone in her voice. Her attention diverted, she frowned and said:

"Why, brother Rong’er?"

Zhao Rong’s lips curved slightly, but he quickly leveled his expression. He cleared his throat and said sternly, "No means no, there are no whys."

Lingfei pouted stubbornly, "You’re being unreasonable."

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but chuckle, his hand pausing in mid stroke over her slender shoulder, and with both arms he embraced this little white rabbit who had fallen into the tiger’s mouth unaware, boasting with a laugh:

"Just realized, huh? Too late. In our house, we talk about everything except reason. I make the decisions, just listen and it’s settled, dummy. You can’t escape now."

"Let me go, let go of me, Rong’er brother, you’re a jerk, getting worse and worse, just knowing how to bully me..." Lingfei struggled, but her delicate body only twisted left and right, hardly appearing as if she was really trying to break free.

Zhao Rong had no intention of letting go of Lingfei despite her verbal protests. His expression became serious, his face expressionless, and he continued to uphold the "family rules."

"Thinking of running away? Qing Jun, let me tell you, if you dare to leave without discussing and agreeing with your husband in the future, no matter how far, I will fetch you back and deal with you according to family law!"

Lingfei stopped struggling. Her hands lifted and then wrapped around him again. Her eyes narrowed slightly like a cat basking in the sun, feeling very warm and already at ease. "Okay, then you also can’t leave me without permission."

"Isn’t that a given? Without you, who would support this little son-in-law? It would be like a beggar losing his bowl, wouldn’t it, my little bowl?"

"Pfft," Lingfei laughed gracefully, scolding playfully, "What kind of messy metaphor is that? Always talking nonsense. By the way, Rong’er brother, what exactly is our family law?"

She sounded puzzled.

Zhao Rong frowned, "You don’t know?"

Lingfei shook her head.

"Really don’t know?"

Lingfei thought for a moment, "I don’t know, tell me quickly."

Zhao Rong turned his head, whispering into her ear, "Spanking."

Lingfei: "..."

Zhao Rong seriously said, "Don’t worry, not in public. Let’s go inside."

Lingfei, her ears now tinted with rouge, buried her head in Zhao Rong’s embrace, pounding him with her little fists.

She muttered in embarrassment, "Why do you always think of such naughty things."

Zhao Rong looked down at his wife’s embarrassed and shy expression and found it amusing, so he let her punch and scold to her heart’s content.

Gradually, as Lingfei saw Zhao Rong not resisting, she also stopped her actions and quieted down. Just when Zhao Rong thought Lingfei was preparing to argue with him about this family law, her voice came weakly, tinged with a bit of curiosity.

"Is it going to be over the clothes, or directly on the skin?"

Zhao Rong was taken aback; he really hadn’t thought about this question.

Zhao Rong blinked and then, blowing in Qing Jun’s ear while keeping his head buried in her embrace, asked, "Would you prefer it with clothes on... or off?"

Lingfei, pressing her forehead against Zhao Rong’s chest, began punishing him with her fists again.

Zhao Rong laughed, no longer teasing Qing Jun. He held her close, gently rocking her, "Silly girl."

"Not silly, you are the silly one." Lingfei suddenly looked up, biting her lip and stubbornly uttering the words, then pressing her face against his shoulder, rubbing back and forth.

"Hey, don’t smear snot on my clothes."

"I will smear!" Lingfei, with her face buried, twisted her hair bun, her step-shaking tassels swaying more vigorously, and finally, she lightly bit Zhao Rong’s shoulder, her tone fierce yet unclear, "If I have snot, will you despise me then?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "I already despise you to death. If you smear snot on my clothes again, I’ll detain you today and confine you in the house to wash clothes."

"Hmph." Lingfei, with a stern face, stated coldly, "I’m not afraid of you. You can’t detain me."

Smack—!

"Ah." Lingfei exclaimed, "You—"

Smack——!

Another sound, crisper than before, echoed in the empty courtyard.

Zhao Rong put away the hand that had administered the family discipline and said with a stern face, "Call me husband."

Zhao Lingfei glared with wide eyes, initially wanting to speak out in protest, but upon meeting Zhao Rong’s expressionless face, she swallowed her words meekly.

Her tone was grievous, yet her voice clear and crisp, "Hus...husband."

Zhao Rong nodded gently, "Good wife, very good."

Zhao Lingfei pouted slightly, her hands behind her back, covering it.

Zhao Rong coughed twice, feeling that he had been a bit too forceful just now, and reached down to help Qing Jun rub it.

But Zhao Lingfei was unwilling to let him take advantage after getting a bargain and quickly grabbed his "devil’s claw"...

She took a deep breath, her pretty eyes cold, and glared at him, "Husband, please keep your dignity!"

Zhao Rong blinked, nodded, and lifted his hand to scratch his nose, but this hand...

"You!"

The ice in Zhao Lingfei’s autumn eyes suddenly melted, her brows and eyes full of embarrassment and urgency, and she punched him again.

So it went.

Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei played around for a while, then found a suitable, clean spot in the abandoned courtyard to sit down and drink porridge.

About the previous matter at Heart Lake.

Zhao Rong did not ask Qing Jun if she had the secret technique to peek into Heart Lake, what she could see, whether it was capturing thoughts, similar to Soul Search, or merely discerning the truth of spoken words, like the two questions she initially asked while touching her forehead.

Or perhaps, Qing Jun did not look at all?

Zhao Rong did not know.

And Zhao Lingfei did not mention a word, not even answering his question about "whether Liu Kongyi was there".

At this moment, neither of them brought it up again, as if it had never happened.

...

An hour later.

"Wife, I was actually going to fetch the porridge in the pavilion just now, not to leave you behind."

"I... had guessed as much."

"Then why didn’t you wait?"

"I do not wish to gamble, to wait, even if just for a brief moment."

"Wife."

"Hmm?"

"You are really nice."

"Silly, you just realized?"

"I knew it long ago."

"How early?"

"The first time I saw you."

"Aunt Liu said we were only one year old at that time."

Zhao Rong said solemnly, "Yes, in the cradle, you always kicked me."

"How can you even..." Zhao Lingfei widened her eyes, paused mid-sentence, scooped a spoonful of porridge, handed it to him, and after watching him eat, she raised her head and said:

"Okay then, who let you kiss me? So little and already not behaving, I had to kick you."

Zhao Rong was folding his sleeves, curiously looked up, "What did you say?"

Zhao Lingfei’s cold eyes darted at him.

"I said, letting you kiss me, hmph, not kicking you would be... mm... mm..."

Her proud words were cut off halfway, her mouth suddenly blocked, with that person’s eyes close at hand.

Sizzle————!

"Mm...mm..."

Half a stick of incense later.

Sizzle—!

Pop————!

Zhao Rong leaned back, then lifted a finger to flick away the glistening silver thread connecting their lips, turned around, and while straightening his Confucian robe, shook his head, "I have never heard such a peculiar request."

"..."

Zhao Lingfei’s autumn eyes widened, glaring at him, her slightly swollen lips unconsciously parted, gently emitting a fragrant breeze.

Her lip color varied under the sunlight.

Zhao Rong snatched the bowl from Zhao Lingfei’s hands, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to the dry bottom of the cup he had just finished drinking from.

Zhao Lingfei bit her silver teeth, powerless against this shameless rogue, turned her face away, "It’s cold, I don’t want it."

Zhao Rong touched the bowl’s edge, nodded, but his eyes suddenly brightened, "No problem, I’ll warm it up for you."

Gradually, the porridge being fed no longer required a spoon...

Above their heads, the sun climbed higher, and noon arrived.