My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 410 - 295: You young people, really know how to play

Chapter 410: Chapter 295: You young people, really know how to play

Zhao Rong nodded.

With a smile.

In a relaxed tone:

"A gatekeeper came to Shuaixing Hall to inform me, and when I asked, it turned out that Qian’er had arrived. I thought there was some urgent matter, so I let my classmates study on their own, and then hurriedly ran out."

He paused.

"Oh, right, Qing Jun, I haven’t told you yet, but I have recently become a teaching assistant for the calligraphy classes of two academies. Today was for a makeup lesson."

Zhao Lingfei watched Zhao Rong, nodding her head.

"Hmm, brother Rong’er is really amazing."

But after praising her husband, she fell silent and instead turned her head to glance at Zhao Qian’er.

The young girl shrank her head and stuck out her tongue.

However, she soon realized something.

Zhao Qian’er, with her chin raised, argued in front of Zhao Lingfei without losing momentum:

"Miss told me to wait and wait, but I was dying of anxiety, and you folks didn’t come out."

"Who knew if Miss had left me behind and went off to play with Rong’er brother or had simply forgotten about me, only indulging in affection."

"So... after seeing you enter the Academy and not appearing for a long time, I asked the steward to go inside and remind you."

Suddenly, as if she had remembered something that gave her an even stronger stand.

She wrapped her arms around Zhao Rong’s arm and tightened.

Zhao Qian’er’s little face was serious.

"Plus, I had told the gatekeeper to pass the word to brother Rong’er that I wasn’t in a hurry outside, and if he had urgent matters, he could finish them first before coming out. Miss, I’m not being wilful and delaying brother Rong’er’s important business, am I?"

Hearing this, Zhao Rong’s eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling...

Why does it feel like the hole I’m digging is getting bigger and bigger?

As Zhao Qian’er’s words fell.

She looked at Zhao Rong’s ’calm’ expression, tilting her head and blinking.

"Right, it’s strange, brother Rong’er, why did you come out in such a hurry? Did the gatekeeper not make it clear to you?"

Zhao Lingfei had been listening intently by the side.

At this point, hearing the young girl’s slight confusion, she likewise turned and looked at her husband.

Facing his wife and personal maid’s continuous questions after sorting out his thoughts.

Zhao Rong said unperturbedly:

"Did he mention it? Maybe I left too quickly and didn’t hear the gatekeeper finish speaking. At that moment, I was indeed anxious to see you. Qing Jun had come by before and didn’t mention you were back, so when I suddenly heard you had arrived..."

He faced them directly, meeting the unblinking eyes of the two girls looking at him, and laughed shaking his head.

"Actually, leaving the classroom for a moment wasn’t a big deal, not considered urgent business. Not to mention the students at the Academy all respect and adore me greatly, but also, with Senior Yu from the academy there, I was quite at ease. Letting them study on their own while I step out to handle academy registration for Qian’er wouldn’t cause any trouble."

As he spoke, he nodded a bit relievedly, as if recalling the respect and obedient attitude of the students he taught in the calligraphy class.

Zhao Rong’s smile was comforting without the need for any worry from him.

However, it seemed that a certain curious little one today was not prepared to let him off so easily.

No sooner had Zhao Rong smoothed over one pitfall than before he had a chance to catch his breath.

Zhao Qian’er tilted her head and continued to ask with a doubtful tone:

"Oh? But brother Rong’er, why did you suddenly grab my hand from behind right after you came out, and lead me forward in a rush? I didn’t even have enough time to react, I thought it was some insolent and frivolous person, I was almost ready to draw my sword..."

She stopped talking there.

Zhao Rong’s smile stiffened slightly as his gaze fixed on the young girl in male attire, who was now acting a bit coyly while holding his arm.

This is never-ending, isn’t it?

Zhao Qian’er’s peach blossom eyes glanced up, noticing that Rong’er brother’s smile seemed a bit strange.

However, the way brother Rong’er looked at her seemed increasingly ’gentle.’

Seeing this scene, the young girl shyly lowered her head.

She looked at the tip of her neatly embroidered shoes, pursed her lips into a smile, and spoke softly.

"But if it’s brother Rong’er... then, it’s not too serious, just that you owe me a little compensation, after all, so many outsiders saw it, and it’s my first time..."

As she said that, Zhao Qian’er looked up, giving a serious reminder:

"And you can’t do it like this again next time, suddenly gripping with such force from behind."

Zhao Rong’s lips twitched slightly and he felt a bit headache, but this young girl’s changing topics, now this way, now that, meant he didn’t even have to work hard to shift the topic himself.

It was just like the mood swings of the young girls of their blossoming age.

One moment bright sunshine, the next moment a light drizzle. Lively and active.

Seeing the potentially fatal topic seemed to have been deflected away.

Zhao Rong blinked, hurriedly continued:

"Cough, having not seen Qian’er for a while, I may have been a bit too rough. Alright, little Qian’er, what compensation would you like?"

Zhao Qian’er, clutching his arm, hopped slightly.

Ignoring the lady, she said excitedly, "How about... how about you write some poetry for me, brother Rong’er? I saw that you wrote quite a lot for the young mistress."

Zhao Lingfei, who had been quietly observing until now, her autumnal eyes slightly widened.

Her lips parted, and her tone carried a hint of reproach, "Qian’er, you’ve been snooping through my things without permission again."

Zhao Qian’er pouted and looked at her sideways.

"Hmph, I don’t need to snoop to know. Whenever you have free time, you quietly take out brother Rong’er’s letters, tucking them into a book that looks serious, I bet you don’t even understand it. Umm, and then you pretend to read intently, putting on an air as if all is serene and scholarly. But in truth, you’re just reading brother Rong’er’s love poems, hmm-hmm, thinking I hadn’t noticed..."