My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 406 - 291 Zhao Ziyu, a girl is looking for you

Chapter 406: Chapter 291 Zhao Ziyu, a girl is looking for you

Along the corridor of Mochi Academy.

"Brother Duyi, stop staring at someone’s back like that. If I’m not mistaken, she is Zhao Lingfei, a Sword Immortal Seed, the pride of Taiching’s Tranquility Mansion. Don’t recognize her? It’s understandable. This sister from Taiching Prefecture indeed keeps a low profile, and Brother Duyi is always so busy."

"Right, about that rather high-profile junior from Taiyi Mansion of Taiching Prefecture recently, Ji Qianyi by name, Brother Duyi must know him. He’s been quite in the limelight lately. Hmm, indeed, he’s also formidable, whether in terms of talent or background. An hour before graduation from Taiching Prefecture with a Golden Core Realm, every contender is his maid."

"Those outsiders who don’t know better might even think this Ji Qianyi is the number one person of the younger generation among the Taiching Four Mansions, but..."

’Chatterbox’ Yang Wuwei, smiling slyly, slowly said to Sima Duyi who had forgotten to leave:

"However, even this junior is beneath Zhao Lingfei’s feet, and it seems he has only just recently begun to catch up."

He held one hand behind his back and shook his head gently.

"Hmm, the same purple-dressed beauty, a Sword Immortal Seed, a Fairy on the mountain, the proud girl of the Human Clan, ah, what other titles were there, the Residence Reports on the mountain probably all describe her this way... never mind. Brother Duyi, what do you think of Sister Zhao compared to the one in your poems?"

Sima Duyi still didn’t join in the conversation, and the smile from earlier had quickly vanished.

He put away the purple Confucian Classics, lazily glanced at Yang Wuwei with drooping eyelids, and turned to leave.

Before leaving, he gazed for a moment at the wild geese in the sky.

Yang Wuwei watched Sima Duyi leave.

A hint of a smile still hung on his lips.

The waterside pavilion on the corridor became quiet all at once, leaving only one person.

This young Confucian Scholar, who seemed talkative and had an elegant demeanor, fell silent for a while.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look north, his eyes slightly closed, and in the slits of his eyes reflected an ancient city built by someone unknown.

"Du You... Du You... Du... You? Heh, no rush, no rush. I can find it, I can find it. Those histories must have traces of you all. Tianya Sword Pavilion, Youlan Prefecture... Weiwei Mountain, Exhilarated Sect... Vast..."

Yang Wuwei muttered to himself.

In a certain moment, it seemed he remembered something.

He smiled faintly.

"Zhao Ziyu of Shuaixing Hall, official and unofficial history... interesting. What a coincidence to be in the same class with her... Yu Xuanji? Nice name..."

He indeed had a lot to say, many principles to discuss.

To certain people, to speak, to discuss.

But, no hurry.

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Zhao Lingfei, after thanking Yang Wuwei for the direction, proceeded towards the academy in the distance with light, lotus steps.

The closer she got to that person, the more buoyant her steps became.

The only aspect about those two oddly matched young Confucian Scholars that got Zhao Lingfei to pay some attention was the aura they exuded.

Definitely above the Vast Realm.

And for the identities of these two seniors of her husband Rong’er, she had some guesses.

The intimate tone of that elegant young man when mentioning Zhao Rong made this girl with the teardrop birthmark, who was always indifferent to her status and worldly gains, feel proud on her pretty face.

She was proud for her husband.

Although Brother Rong’er is just newly admitted to Mochi Academy, he knows all these scholars and top reading seeds, young talents of the academy.

Moreover, previously in Taiching Prefecture, Mr. Yan seemed to hold Brother Rong’er in high regard.

Zhao Lingfei’s elegant eyes slightly narrowed, her lips curving into a beautiful smile.

Her beloved, although not the world-conquering hero described in books, was still an upstanding and respectable scholar, nurtured with the Vast Qi.

He was all sorts of wonderful in her heart.

He was like the early spring sunshine in her eyes, dazzling yet not blinding, just perfect.

However, Zhao Lingfei felt that when held in his embrace, she was almost melted by his warmth.

Then she felt herself becoming a bit strange... But it was not a big deal, because only Rong’er saw it... Hmph, dare he laugh?

On the ten-mile-long corridor by the lake in Mochi Academy, a hasty and cool woman smiled sweetly.

Before long, she gently lowered her lovely head.

Although her childhood bamboo horse who now shared her hair in matrimony, would occasionally get up to no good and bully her in private.

Yet Zhao Lingfei thought that when Rong’er was good, he was truly good.

He would hold her in his hands, afraid she might dissolve or melt.

And even when doing... naughty things, he was careful and gentle, often concerned about her expression and caring for her feelings.

So... the content Zhao Lingfei was already very, very satisfied.

Were she given an even more excellent Rong’er, it would unsettle her heart and fill her with worries.

Just like not long ago when Zhao Lingfei was a bit annoyed because her bamboo horse husband seemed unwilling to be supported by her.

Although Rong’er was her live-in son-in-law, the two of them had been as close as family since their childhood, and now were even more united, having vowed to join hands and grow old together.

This so-called name of a live-in son-in-law from the lower hills was merely a title, one that Zhao Lingfei never mentioned and even tried to play down.

This was also why Zhao Lingfei became so furious when Yun Zi, a sister from the Nuanyi Gathering, publicly revealed Zhao Rong’s status as a live-in son-in-law, despite normally being quite polite.

Therefore, facing a Rong’er who was unwilling to live off her wealth, she could not insist, let alone contemplate ’teaching him how to work’.

Apart from the secrets of husband control, Aunt Liu had also taught Zhao Lingfei how to be the wife of a Confucian Scholar, with the foremost principle being to safeguard her husband’s dignity.

But Rong’er’s refusal to live off her troubled Zhao Lingfei somewhat.

Thus, on the last rest day, she quietly brought a bowl of ’easy living’ to feed Zhao Rong...

Thinking of what happened the last rest day, Zhao Lingfei’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

She lightly pursed her lips, her gaze lowered.

Soon, it was as if she had remembered something.

On the corridor, the usually unsmiling woman, cold as the early spring chill of March, raised her eyes and quickened her pace to find that person.

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At this moment.

Inside Shuaixing Hall, all the students were actually aware of the presence of the purple-clad woman not far outside the main hall.

From time to time, some students would glance through the window at the pleasing purple figure while grinding their ink or replacing their brushes.

The students of Shuaixing Hall even almost all knew whom that graceful purple-clad woman, who lingered outside the classroom without leaving, was waiting for.

It was easy to guess.

Firstly, because other than the newly arrived ’Teacher Zhao’.

Most of the Shuaixing Hall students were quite familiar with one another, and the purple-clad woman waiting outside was seeing them for the first time and was quite unfamiliar.

Secondly, everyone still vividly remembered the ’busy’ arrival of a certain person during the last lesson.

Not to mention, his helpless comment about his wife coming to visit.

The answer was about to emerge.

At this moment inside the Shuaixing Hall, many students who were writing could not help but look toward Mr. Zhao, whose expression remained calm.

Apart from Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu, and Jia Tengying, who had already been aware of the existence of Zhao Lingfei.

Xiao Hongyu’s gaze toward Zhao Rong held a different meaning.

Li Xueyou bit her lip as she watched Zhao Rong’s back, then couldn’t help but turn her head, her eyes reflecting the ’purple’ outside the window.

Her expression blank, she appeared to be reminiscing, comparing the purple attire before her with a memory.

Wu Peiliang, who had long settled down, now kept alternately turning his head to look at Zhao Rong and then out the window.

A look of surprise and doubt flickered in his eyes.

It wasn’t that the people inside the hall were making a fuss without having seen the world before,

but because the purple-clad woman outside in the sunlight was indeed stunning in both appearance and aura.

She was tall and slender, standing as gracefully as a lotus, wandering hesitantly as if a startled swan, yet her head was always turned, seemingly gazing at someone within the academy.

This scene, just outside the door, witnessed by the Shuaixing Hall students for the first time, made calling her a peerless beauty no exaggeration at all.

And within the academy, this young Confucian scholar, who went about his duties with rolled-up sleeves, seemingly unaffected by the commotion...

After observing intently for a while, Wu Peiliang almost wanted to slam the table and question someone’s merits and capabilities.

However, having just been subdued not long ago and thinking of Zhao Rong’s indifferent gaze... he deflated.

Of course, Zhao Rong wasn’t blind; he was well aware of the commotion inside the academy.

As for Qing Jun outside the door, Zhao Rong had already sensed her arrival and turned his head to see her, but after a brief exchange of glances, he quickly averted his gaze and returned to supervising the Shuaixing Hall students’ writing.

Faced with diverse glances thrown his way, he carried on as if oblivious and continued with the class.

Hence, such a tableau played out inside and outside the academy.

Inside, Zhao Rong walked back and forth between the seats, stopping here and there.

Outside, Zhao Lingfei’s clever eyes glanced around, pacing back and forth.

He was earnestly teaching.

She quietly watched from a distance, careful not to disturb him.

All it took was that one glance when Zhao Lingfei first arrived, and they, a couple bound by hair-ties, understood each other’s silent agreement.

However, Zhao Rong would occasionally stop at some students’ desks, either to demonstrate or to give guidance with an outstretched hand.

And whenever he lingered near the desks of a few female students, offering close guidance,

the purple-clad figure outside would unconsciously halt, poised as if anticipating something.

Yet from afar, the Shuaixing Hall students could not discern the expression of the purple-clad woman under the sunlight.

But this expectant, standing figure still made one’s heart go out to her.

And right now, the eyes of that purple-clad woman must be filled with the image of a certain young Confucian scholar.

When Zhao Rong left the side of those female students,

the woman in purple resumed following Zhao Rong’s footsteps, wandering once more, seemingly lighter in step...

Before long, the academy gradually grew noisy again.

Whether it was the sound of pen stands falling, the creaking of tables and chairs, or the sliding of ink stones...

The commotion was varied.

"Ahem."

Zhao Rong frowned and covered his mouth as he coughed twice.

Yu Huaijin also stood up with a stern face.

Seeing this, the students that had been glancing around hastily returned to their desks and wrote with renewed diligence.

Peace was restored inside the Shuaixing Hall.

Zhao Rong glanced outside at the sun, noting it was yet time to finish class.

After a moment’s thought, he turned and headed toward the grand entrance of the Shuaixing Hall.

At a distance in the sunlight, Zhao Lingfei ceased her pacing and also quickly walked toward the grand entrance of the Shuaixing Hall.

Zhao Rong wore a gentle smile as he watched his lady approach.

Zhao Lingfei looked down slightly, not meeting his gaze.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong turned back to look inside the hall and, seeing the students peeking upwards, they quickly bowed their heads again and resumed their writing.

He shook his head slightly, then restrained the smile from his face and spoke softly, "Go to the East Fence Small House and wait for me."

Zhao Lingfei opened her mouth slightly, seemingly about to say something.

Zhao Rong directly handed her the key.

Zhao Lingfei took it, hesitated to speak, but seeing Zhao Rong periodically turning back to monitor, she nodded gently in response.

She smiled faintly and turned to leave first.

Zhao Rong’s lips curled up in a smile, though he had no time to watch her go any longer.

He turned back into the Shuaixing Hall and resumed the calligraphy class...

About the time it takes an incense stick to burn,

the sound of a bell came from the nearby woods.

It marked the break between calligraphy lessons.

After this, there would be one more short session, around half an hour in length.

Having written for nearly half an hour, the students of Shuaixing Hall stood up to stretch and relax.

Zhao Rong did the same, walking back to the long desk at the lectern, wearing a smile that suggested he was thinking of something amusing.

Thump thump thump—

Suddenly, there was a knock on the academy’s door.

Then a stranger’s voice followed:

"Excuse me, is Zhao Ziyu here?"

Again? Who could it be this time?

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but smile even more.

He leisurely turned to see who it was but saw only an unfamiliar middle-aged man dressed like the steward of the gatehouse from the academy’s main entrance.

"I am Zhao Ziyu. May I ask what you need?"

The gatehouse steward got straight to the point: "At the academy’s main entrance, there is a young lady looking for you."

Zhao Rong: "...!!!"