My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 411 - 295 You Young People Really Know How to Play_2

Chapter 411: Chapter 295 You Young People Really Know How to Play_2

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow; he glanced sideways at his wife, who seemed somewhat aloof in front of others...

Lingfei’s autumn eyes widened.

At the same time, she couldn’t help but steal a glance at her husband, seeing him wear an almost-smiling expression.

Lingfei bit her lip and glared at the mischievous maid, "You... you’re talking nonsense!"

"I’m talking nonsense? Hmph..." Zhao Qian’er sneered dismissively, turning her head away from the sister who loves to hog love, and instead directed her gaze elsewhere.

Nevertheless, she continued to speak leisurely.

Her voice was as clear and melodious as an oriole.

"Hmm, someone, whenever they have free time, likes to sit by the window under the sunlight ’flipping through books.’ It’s hard to tell if they’re really reading or just pretending. Sometimes they sit there all afternoon. If they’re not daydreaming, they’re chuckling to themselves, and yet they don’t turn a single page for half a day. Ah, it’s unclear what they are looking at..."

Lingfei: "..."

Zhao Qian’er still didn’t look at her.

After pausing for a moment, the boyish maid sighed deeply, sounding like an adult.

Her tone carried a hint of frustrated expectation.

"Whenever I walked past, that someone would then pick up the book and pretend to flip through a few pages. However, that someone’s eyes would just stare at the same spot on the page, motionless. It’s so obvious what they’re doing; it’s written all over their face. Pretending to be all serious and freezing your face over doesn’t help."

As Lingfei listened, she became more and more anxious. By then, her phoenix eyes were wide open, her teeth clenched, "Qian’er, you... "

"What about me, what about you, you smelly miss..."

Zhao Qian’er, like a fawn, turned her head back, cocking it to the side as she locked eyes with Lingfei.

The thought of the miss insisting since yesterday that she shouldn’t follow to see Brother Rong irritated the little maid.

Hmm, she must be wanting to monopolize him. This big jar of vinegar—after getting a husband, now she’s even guarding against her!

She wouldn’t do anything, so what was there to guard against? Guarding like against a thief...

Zhao Qian’er pouted and shot Lingfei a defiant glare.

Lifting her head, she sought help from Zhao Rong, who was pretending to be invisible, "Brother Rong, tell me, am I right? Is miss flipping through books or flipping through something else? It’s obvious at a glance, so there’s no need to peek, right?"

"Cough, cough," Zhao Rong coughed into his hand.

He didn’t foolishly join in.

But his gaze still couldn’t help stealing a few looks at his wife.

My wife... is kinda cute.

Noticing that both her husband and her personal maid were looking at her, and adding the words that Qian’er had just revealed,

Lingfei was deeply embarrassed.

She was too ashamed to look at Zhao Rong, whose expression was peculiar, and quickly averted her eyes, glaring in anger at the triumphant Qian’er.

This woman, who a few moments ago maintained a calm and collected demeanor, carefully scrutinizing her husband, had now completely changed her appearance. She was exposed by a little traitorous maid, her act ruined.

Lingfei’s ears turned red, her pretty face overtaken with urgency.

She clumsily stashed the dark-colored wine jar and lacquered green food box she was carrying into the Sumeru Object, then quickly took a few steps forward, closing in on Qian’er.

"You impudent girl, always spouting nonsense... Look, I won’t tear your mouth apart," she proclaimed.

Lingfei reached out with her hand.

"Wah, Brother Rong save me, someone is being unreasonable... mmm, mmm... wanting to silence me by killing..."

Zhao Qian’er hugged Zhao Rong’s right arm, burying her little face into the crook of his elbow and his chest to evade Lingfei’s fair and tender hand.

Seeing the master and servant playing around, Zhao Rong tried to speak but stopped, feeling a bit troubled.

"Mmm, mmm, Brother Rong save me, ah, let go, don’t touch there, mmm, mmm, Brother Rong, miss is bullying me..."

Zhao Qian’er clung to Zhao Rong’s hand, using his body as a shield, dodging from side to side.

"Brother Rong, get out of the way. This impertinent girl, if she’s not disciplined for three days she’ll climb up to the roof to strip off the tiles. Now, she comes back from months of trials without even catching her breath, and suddenly she’s trying to climb to the heavens. I won’t let her get away with her nonsense, always making up stories..."

Lingfei’s eyebrows inverted, and she scolded melodiously.

Zhao Rong, whose arm was being hugged by the articulate Qian’er, constantly spun in place, as she dodged around, forcing him to act as a barrier between Lingfei and Qian’er.

After hearing the words of the two women, Zhao Rong was hesitant.

Though men often enjoy watching women fight.

But the ones quarreling were his own wife and maid, and there were quite a few onlookers around.

With this in mind, Zhao Rong hurriedly led the two toward a nearby secluded alley.

Along the way, Qing Jun and Qian’er were still horsing around, but with him there to intervene, they didn’t get too out of hand.

Before long, with some effort, Zhao Rong finally led the two to a quiet, deserted alley.

He looked at the still bickering servant and master with an expression of helpless resignation.

Why are they all acting like children, he wondered. It was expected of Qian’er, but even Qing Jun.

However, it did feel a bit like the atmosphere of their childhood companionship.

The corners of Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched upward slightly.

Observing Qing Jun’s flushed face in agitation, and the indignant Qian’er, this scene seemed oddly familiar, like a memory sealed away by dust.

As for whom to support now?

Should he just let them continue their squabble, letting nature take its course?

Cough cough, it seemed that Qing Jun and Qian’er were no longer dwelling on his earlier odd behavior when they met.

So, one could say it was a fisherman’s benefit, after all.

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

And the occasional explosive tidbits from Qian’er...

To think that Qing Jun had such a side to her, one could not help but wonder when he might enter her boudoir...

He suddenly felt a little excited.

At that moment.

"Ah!"

Zhao Qian’er’s mouth was covered by a slender hand.

"Mmph... ptui ptui, you nasty miss, be gentle, whimper."

Lingfei bit her lip and glared at her. "Dare you spout nonsense and peek again?"

It seemed that because Brother Rong’er was present that day, Zhao Qian’er was defiant to the death, teeth clenched in determination.

"Mmph... ptui... All the miss knows is to bully me... mmph mmph... Saying you muse about spring while reading poetry, where did I spout nonsense? And there’s no need to peek... mmph mmph... But, hmm, I did secretly discover some other things... mmph mmph."

Lingfei’s eyebrows knitted slightly, and she paused in her actions.

Zhao Qian’er’s head jerked back, seizing the chance to escape her clutches.

The maid giggled, lifted her chin, and continued to expose her mistress’s secrets.

"Miss, I was looking for some things yesterday, so I rummaged through your wardrobe. I didn’t find what I was looking for, but... huh, strange, I feel like something is missing."

Before she could finish her sentence, Lingfei’s face had already turned crimson, and she swiftly advanced, intent on silencing Zhao Qian’er’s embarrassingly revealing mouth.

But with a turn, Zhao Qian’er used Zhao Rong’s body as a shield, taking advantage of Lingfei’s hesitation to not hurt Rong’er and confidently dodged.

Blinking, she announced something that had previously shocked her:

"Miss, it seems you’re missing a small... undergarment, and it’s one of your two favorites. The red one you wear on the wedding night is still there, but the other one embroidered with a pure-white Qinglian... how peculiar, it’s gone, and I don’t remember you taking it for your bath these days."

The maid shook her head. "Hmm, strange, where did it go? Definitely not thrown away, nor lost, so where could it be... "

She dodged Lingfei’s swiftly grasping hands while her eyes darted to a particularly embarrassed young Confucian scholar.

Curiously, Zhao Qian’er asked, "Brother Rong’er, do you know where it is?"

Zhao Rong hurriedly shook his head, waving his hands.

But Zhao Qian’er was not about to let him off the hook. She put on a conspiratorial expression, whispered—yet in a volume still audible to Lingfei and Zhao Rong in the quiet alley—murmuring the question:

"Really? Hey, Brother Rong’er, why are you so quick to clear your name without even thinking? Could the miss’s small garment... be with you?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

Lingfei: "!!!"

"Sigh."

Zhao Qian’er sighed with an air of world-weariness, glancing at the vivid expressions of the two in front of her.

She shook her small head like an old soul, "You young people really know how to play."

Zhao Rong and Lingfei: "???"