My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 339 - 253 Orchid Beauty and Orchid Tea

In the midst of countless peers’ gazes, she gently handed you a teacup. Within the teacup, a hint of light jade color floated, and strands of light smoke dispersed warmth. In this mist of tea aroma, her smile bloomed like a secluded orchid, her cheeks tinted with the hue of morning glow, her bright eyes unblinkingly watching you, her rosy lips slightly parted, she softly said, "Try it, it should not get stuck in your teeth," the moist and fresh mist of the tea concealed a breath-taking orchid fragrance, overwhelming your senses momentarily, making it unclear whether this faint fragrance originated from the orchid tea before you or the exquisite lady of the moment.

Orchid fragrance, beautiful lady, orchid tea.

When faced with this, what would you do?

Zhao Rong never knew before, but now this scene had unfolded before him, somewhat sudden, catching him off guard.

Meanwhile at Lanzhou Crossing Open Space, the other disciples from Shuaixing Hall had never anticipated such a scenario; they too were unsure what they would do if faced with it, but no matter, someone right now was in this situation. Regardless of the mixed emotions in the hearts of the disciples like a bottle of spilled spices, they all widened their eyes watching Zhao Rong, eager to see what he would do.

Yet, the conflicted and complex thoughts of the Shuaixing Hall disciples weren’t immediately satisfied, because at that moment in their eyes, Zhao Rong was pursing his lips, looking down briefly at the misty, hot tea, then slightly lifting his gaze to look at Mr. Zhu who was smiling with upturned corners of his mouth, and he showed no reaction for a while.

At that instant, the air at the scene became as thick as syrup.

Most faces remained as they were before Zhu Weirui offered the tea, all eyes fixed on Zhao Rong.

Time ticked slowly by.

He still hadn’t moved.

The surrounding students couldn’t hold back any longer.

Yu Huaijin took a deep breath, his raised hand naturally falling to his side, his hands grabbing the sides of his large robe, pinching it, seemingly wiping the sweat from his palms. After a while, his jade-like delicate hands picked up again.

Yu Huaijin’s eyes gradually narrowed, intently scrutinizing Zhao Rong who remained silent.

Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou couldn’t help but exchange glances, big eyes meeting small eyes.

Xiao Hongyu slowly turned her head back to look at Zhao Rong, suddenly feeling her throat dry, perhaps from having inhaled cold air since earlier, Xiao Hongyu licked her dry lips and continued to carefully scrutinize Zhao Rong all over, as if trying to see through him.

Unfortunately, that did not happen for a certain student surnamed Zhao.

Meanwhile, Li Xueyou’s eyes widened, curiously staring at Zhao Rong’s face, when suddenly, she remembered something she just thought of...

Wu Peiliang stared wide-eyed at the two at the table not far away, his gaze repeatedly shifting between Zhao Rong’s face and the tea made with Zhengguan Spring Water on the table, he breathed rapidly, then, feeling aggrieved, he turned his head to look at the small bamboo tubes on the red long table in front of the open space, growing more restless.

Wu Peiliang clenched his fists, leaning on the table, wanting to loudly question his admired and respected Teacher Zhu, asking why this Zhao Ziyu, without writing a single word, got to drink the Zhengguan Spring Water that everyone else fought so hard to vie for as a prize, and furthermore, it was tea made by Teacher Zhu herself with her gentle hands using the meticulously preserved tea set!

Within the academy, who doesn’t know of Zhu Weirui’s mastery of tea, especially orchid tea, which is simply peerless.

Yet almost no one could taste it, as it was rumored that due to her somewhat obsessive cleanliness, she almost never personally made tea for guests, even if those from within the academy, including teachers and senior fellow students, came to visit in advance, unless it was a woman who brought her own teaware...

But what is happening now?

We were just hoping to be satisfied with that tooth-clogging cold spring water, yet suddenly, you break your obsession without hesitation and pour a cup of fragrant hot tea for this Zhao Ziyu with a carefully preserved tea set?

This differential treatment almost made Wu Peiliang unable to restrain himself from slamming the table, but the next second he fiercely held it back, because... he dared not.

He gritted his teeth, his cheeks trembling.

This gentle and elegant lady in a Confucian robe, employed solemnly by Linlu Academy, is a First-Class Confucian scholar recorded and publicly announced by the Central Continent Confucian Temple, a Great Cultivator of at least half-step Nascent Soul.

Any of these titles, picked out individually, meant Wu Peiliang and his family behind him could not and would not want to provoke.

Moreover, Wu Peiliang had always aimed to follow the path of Confucianism, having been solemnly warned by his family elders when he first entered Linlu Academy of a very simple truth.

Among the disciples studying Confucianism at one of the 72 Confucian Academies, many men might be the grassroots struggling from disadvantaged backgrounds, but women studying Confucianism are almost without exception not simple, which includes two particular types of women: one being women with excellent cultivation talent, and the other, women with no cultivation aptitude, merely ordinary human bodies.

Wu Peiliang remembered his family elders’ caution that neither type should be provoked, and at times, one shouldn’t even intentionally seek to win their favor.

As for why... his family elders never explained.

Wu Peiliang sighed, cautiously glancing at that Confucian-robed woman smiling sweetly at Zhao Rong.

He now vaguely understood some of his elders’ enigmatic words.