My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 313 - 240 Heart-to-Heart Talk and Farewell_2

Chapter 313: Chapter 240 Heart-to-Heart Talk and Farewell_2

Lingfei smiled softly, feeling that Rong’er at this moment was elegant and graceful, exceptionally handsome, surpassing all the beautiful men she had ever seen, utterly captivating.

"Right, I’ve finished reading the few unique books obtained from Teacher Yan again, I need to ask him for a few more."

"Qing Jun, haha, last time when I went to return the books to Teacher Yan, he couldn’t believe I had read them so quickly. He thought I had only skimmed through them, so he opened the book, picked some sentences, and tested me a few times. Qing Jun, guess what?"

Lingfei straightened Zhao Rong’s collar without a second thought and slightly parted her lips.

"Brother Rong’er must have answered all correctly, and Teacher Yan must have praised him, utterly astonished."

"Not at all, I got them all wrong."

"..." Lingfei.

Zhao Rong blinked.

"I answered with the meanings I comprehended from my detailed reading. I know all those rigid answers from the book by heart, but some I dare not agree with. Perhaps they are right, perhaps I am wrong, but I felt that when the Saint said those words, these were the meanings he intended. Later generations overanalyze, ultimately tangling themselves up and overinterpreting the Saint’s original words, creating out of nothing, going too far."

Lingfei watched him intently, curiously asking, "Then what did Teacher Yan say?"

Zhao Rong smiled, "Well, Qing Jun, you got it right this time. Although the teacher didn’t offer much praise, he closed the book right after hearing my words, tossed it aside, stroked his beard and laughed heartily, chanting ’Excellent’ three times."

He paused, looking at Lingfei.

"Isn’t the study of Scripture Interpretation far more interesting than Music Art? For us Confucian students, unless it’s of interest, why waste time and energy on those dull things? Among the Six Arts of Confucian Students, not to mention the other lesser arts, just the grand paths of Scriptures and Poetry are enough for us to follow."

Zhao Rong suddenly stopped, slightly furrowing his brows.

"I don’t know why the Academy at Mochi insists on making students study all Six Arts and assess them on these, wasting energy for what purpose. Tailoring teaching according to the student’s interests and strengths in the Confucian arts wouldn’t be better, huh? And there’s Teacher Yan, forcing me to seriously learn all six arts, no negligence allowed."

"Qing Jun, don’t you think it’s like forcing you Sword Cultivators to learn the complex methods of Daoist Cultivators, where with a divided heart, how can one focus."

Lingfei bit her lip, pondering, somewhat understanding the difficulty Rong’er was facing.

She knew his nature from growing up together as childhood friends.

Once Rong’er takes an interest in something, he would focus entirely, study incessantly without sleep, and not be the least bit negligent, just like his current interest in the Confucian doctrine.

Lingfei felt that such a Rong’er was quite suitable for cultivation, especially in swordsmanship, if only his cultivation talent...

Lingfei’s eyes slightly narrowed.

As for things he disliked or had no interest in, he would completely loathe and be unwilling, and it was hard to change such impressions, like with Music Art right now.

And like... once with her.

Concerning this, Lingfei’s memory was still fresh, even now filled with grievances.

Because Rong’er was forced into an arranged marriage, he resented her, but this decision was determined by their parents, beyond the control of their youthful selves, especially since she couldn’t marry outside the family due to familial expectations.

The result was that the two, who were once close as childhood sweethearts, became strangers. Rong’er grew increasingly indifferent and misunderstood her, with the rift widening. The emotional chasm he emotionally carved seemed like the furthest distance in the world, impossible for her to bridge.

Thankfully, those have now become a fleeting cloud. Following that strange dream, Rong’er traveled thousands of miles to bring her the jade, reaching for her hand.

Remembering this, Lingfei’s originally tender and pale face blushed slightly. She turned her head to glance at her childhood sweetheart and husband beside her, took a deep breath, and once again tightly clasped his arm.

Lingfei leaned her cheek tightly against Zhao Rong’s broad shoulder, feeling the continuous warmth emanating from him, her heart filled with lingering fears yet gradually settling down.

"What’s wrong?" Zhao Rong noticed Lingfei’s slight change, paused his words, and asked with concern.

"It’s nothing." Lingfei shook her head, "Brother Rong’er, please continue, I like listening to you."

Zhao Rong nodded.

After a while.

Zhao Lingfei’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her tone carrying a hint of concern as she said,

"If your proficiency in Music Art is weak, could it affect your mid-month exam and future Academy assessments? I’ve heard that these results are connected to the mentorship ceremony next year."

Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head, "Don’t worry, it’s not difficult to keep up with Shuaixing Hall in the mid-month assessments; I’ve even mentioned this to Yu Huaijin, but she probably doesn’t believe it. As for the mentorship ceremony later, there’s nothing to compete for; I’ve already decided to study Scripture Interpretation and Confucianism with Teacher Yan."

He thought for a moment, "Well, there are indeed teachers in the Academy who are more skilled than Teacher Yan, such as Mountain Master Zhu Lao, whom I have never met. However, I think studying under Teacher Yan is quite good."

Speaking of which, Zhao Rong paused, winked at Zhao Lingfei, and with a tone mixed with a hint of jest, he sighed,

"So, I guess I shouldn’t learn Music Art, let them have that. Your husband here is so brilliant; if I reveal all my talents, that dazzling brilliance might just blind all the teachers in the Academy. Hmm, probably neglecting Music Art alone won’t be enough, better add a few more minor arts to stay low-key; otherwise, at the mentorship ceremony, those teachers with discerning eyes will fight over me, and that’ll put Teacher Yan in a tough spot."

Zhao Lingfei giggled, her eyes curving delightfully, filled with the image of Zhao Rong, "So my husband is that incredible."

Zhao Rong glanced at her sideways, "You’re just realizing? Being your live-in son-in-law, I’ve made quite a sacrifice. No way, one wife isn’t enough; I need to find a few more."

His tone remained playful.

Zhao Lingfei tugged at his shoulder, "Dare you!?"

Zhao Rong’s smile slightly curved, but he changed the subject, saying,

"I’ll walk you out of the mansion."

"Hmm." Zhao Lingfei clung tightly to his arm, her smile radiant like flowers.

Following that, the two of them strolled along, chatting leisurely with Zhao Rong mainly speaking and Zhao Lingfei listening.

Occasionally, Zhao Lingfei would also whisper about some of her tribulations and joyful trivial matters from her life at Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion. For the former, Zhao Rong would sometimes give her advice with a smile.

In the eyes of the past scholars, students, and a few teachers passing by within the Academy,

This was a unique scene: a striking woman with an unforgettable tear mole, escorted by a young and steady Confucian Scholar with a piercing gaze.

The woman, her hair neatly pinned up, slightly lifted her head, her bright eyes admiringly gazing at the Confucian Scholar beside her, smiling sweetly.

Time flew swiftly, and before long, the two arrived at the entrance of Linlu Academy.

Zhao Rong registered Zhao Lingfei at the gatehouse so that she could enter directly the next time she came to visit him, which made things much simpler.

After finishing the procedure, the couple, arm in arm, prepared to part ways.

Zhao Rong, thinking of returning to East Fence Small House later, waved his hand, intending to say goodbye.

Just then, a few steps away, Zhao Lingfei suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked back at Zhao Rong, who was holding his sleeves and seeing her off.

Zhao Lingfei reached into her Sumeru Object, pulled out a small cloth bag, then bowed her head and turned, walking back to Zhao Rong, stuffing the cloth bag into his arms.

"I knitted a few more autumn clothes; these are suitable to wear while reading after night baths. You... if you feel cold while reading at night, aside from drinking more hot water, you can also, also wear these, but absolutely don’t lose them!"

Without waiting for Zhao Rong’s reaction, she immediately lowered her head and turned away.

Zhao Rong was momentarily stunned, then, looking at Qing Jun’s retreating figure and then at the small cloth bag in his arms, he slowly said, "Alright, okay."

He casually put away the autumn clothes Qing Jun had knitted, then turned to watch her figure disappear into the distance.

Zhao Rong turned around and entered the Academy.

Today, there are still fifty "righteous" characters left to be written.