My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 415 - 297: The Wife Teaches Me How to Do Things, It’s Okay_2

Chapter 415: Chapter 297: The Wife Teaches Me How to Do Things, It’s Okay_2

After a moment, Zhao Qian’er tilted her head and smiled, her steps light as she went after the young lady and son-in-law who were quickly moving ahead.

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Zhao Rong returned to Linlu Academy with Qing Jun and Qian’er.

He followed the procedures, registering Qian’er in the academy’s enrollment ledger.

The next time she came to find him, she would no longer be stopped by the academy’s rules at the gate.

Zhao Rong’s party of three walked back towards Mochi Academy.

However, the sight of a man accompanied by two beauties did indeed draw many eyes.

Lingfei was dressed in deep purple clothes that seemed to have been transformed from tranquility itself. Other than the color, anyone with discerning eyes could tell that the robe was exceptionally mystical.

Thus, it was inevitable that they drew sidelong looks from passersby.

This caused some minor annoyances for Zhao Rong, who had some chauvinistic tendencies.

He found it a loss whenever someone else glanced at his beloved wife.

As for feeling proud and complacent, Zhao Rong had long since outgrown such low tastes and was no longer interested in such feelings.

Now, he wished he could hide his wife away...

But, thankfully, it was not the same era as Zhao Rong’s previous life.

Lingfei had a conservative nature and seemed to understand Zhao Rong well, or perhaps the thoughts of men in general, though he had never made any requests regarding her attire.

Qing Jun had never worn any revealing clothes, but mostly dressed as a conservative wife of a Confucian scholar.

So, all in all, aside from Lingfei’s stunning beauty which often made it difficult for passersby to look away, Zhao Rong had nothing to complain about.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who walked arm in arm with Qing Jun, couldn’t help but smile at the silly conclusion that came to his mind.

He shook his head.

He would say his wife was a big vinegar pot, but he was not much better himself...

"By the way, Qing Jun, weren’t you waiting for me at East Fence Small House earlier? How come you suddenly ran outside the academy? Were you looking for Qian’er? And what did you buy at that restaurant?"

Zhao Rong was full of questions about what had happened in such a short time.

Lingfei cast a sideways glance at Qian’er, who was bouncing along next to them.

She shook her head.

"Who would go looking for that mischievous girl? She passed her trial a few days ago, just returned not long ago, and it’s her time to get familiar with the affairs within Tranquility Mansion with her sect mates."

"I told her to stay in Tranquility Mansion, not to rush out so soon. You’re always at the academy anyway, and you aren’t going anywhere—there will be plenty of opportunities to visit. But she just wouldn’t listen. It would have served this mischievous girl right to wait outside a bit longer."

Zhao Rong smiled, glanced at Qian’er sticking out her tongue, and reached out to ruffle her head.

The sharp girl jumped back and glared at him as if he were a big oaf.

Lingfei spoke slowly:

"When I was on my way to East Fence Small House with your key earlier, I happened to run into our eldest martial brother. He mentioned Teacher Yan’s bass banquet and repeatedly reminded me to make sure you both attend."

As she said this, she looked at Zhao Rong with a smile as lovely as a blooming flower.

"You mentioned before that Teacher Yan likes to drink, so I went out to buy a jar of fine wine. There are no Immortal shops around here to buy Immortal Spirit Wine, but the shopkeeper of the restaurant said the teachers from the academy all like their pine blossom brew, so I took a jar."

Lingfei didn’t look at her husband but continued speaking softly, gazing ahead:

"I know you like pine blossom eggs, so I ordered three dishes to accompany the drink for you, Teacher Yan, and the other senior brothers..."

"Rong’er, although Teacher Yan values you, you can’t go to the banquet empty-handed. Next time I’m not around, you must also be mindful..."

"Besides, I cleaned up your room a bit and noticed that many of your daily necessities are not well-stocked. How can you live like this? I’ve bought some things for you, and later we’ll check to see if there’s anything else you need..."

The smile at the corners of Zhao Rong’s mouth gradually faded, and he turned his head to quietly gaze at his wife’s graceful profile.

In his ears was her clear and gentle voice, yet she spoke of nothing but ordinary household affairs.

Before him was such a beauty, his Qing Jun.

Zhao Rong was momentarily lost in reverie.

Even the usually lively Qian’er quieted down, her eyes flitting between her mistress and brother Rong’er.

Lingfei stared ahead with a serious look, articulating words that had been accumulating in her heart.

She continued listing her husband’s casual domestic shortcomings.

"Also, I noticed your bedding was perfectly arranged but covered in dust. I cleaned it off for you, took the bedding out to the yard to air out. Rong’er, have you not rested in bed for a long time? Have you been resting casually on a chair or desk?"

Lingfei spoke earnestly, "That won’t do, even if your physique has improved. You still need proper rest. You can’t forsake sleep to study; it’s easy to ruin your health. You should sleep in your bed from time to time..."

Zhao Rong was holding his wife’s hand, examining it closely, caressing her palm with the pad of his finger.

There were a few calluses, evidence of her long-term sword handling.

These hands, which should only touch graceful things, had also just tidied the bedding and cleaned the house for him.

Lingfei’s brows knitted slightly, "Rong’er, did you hear me?"

"...Oh, yes, I heard you, Qing Jun. But it’s not much fun sleeping alone."

Lingfei: "..."

She pretended not to understand, "Hmm, you better not be perfunctory with me, Rong’er. I will come often."

The man smiled helplessly, "Understood."

"Right, are you running short on money? I have some Qingfeng coins and Colorful Butterfly coins here, all saved up by me. If you need to use them, feel free to take them... Uh, Rong’er bro, I’m not trying to teach you what to do, it’s just..."

Someone interrupted: "My dear, I’m not in need of money right now. Cultivation costs a lot, so you should use it for yourself. There’s no need to worry about me, and if you ever find yourself short, please feel free to tell me... I’ll see if I can somehow find some more."

"And..." he blinked, shamelessly uttered those unprincipled words, "It’s fine, dear, there’s nothing wrong with you teaching me something."

"Husband, really?"

"Really."

"But, but I’m not teaching you."

"Then I’ll have to listen to someone else..."

"How dare you?! You can only listen to me."

"...Alright, my dear."

"......"

"My dear."

"Hmm?"

The person lowered their voice, whispering tenderly, "You’re so kind."

The woman in purple lowered her gaze, "How am I kind... I’m such a nag."

"Everything about you is good."

"Just flattering me with sweet nothings."

"No, cough, do you really want to know where you’re good?"

The woman in purple smiled sweetly, "Hmm."

After that, the person said no more.

The woman in purple cocked her head, waiting for a while, but still, no ’annoying’ sound came from the man beside her.

She glanced at him sideways, shook her head, and was about to nag a little more when suddenly her teeth bit her lip.

"Mm, stop messing around."

"Oh."

"You—you... stop it now."

"Hmm."

The woman in purple spoke in a whisper, "...stop it, stop it... stop... don’t touch there. Qian’er is here..."

"......" A certain young lady glanced over, feeling a bit flushed.

"Oh."

The woman in purple bit her lip hard, "Husband... you... you..."

The person continued, "You are good everywhere, my dear."

"...You, you... you jerk!"

"Hmm." He paused, "My dear is good everywhere, let me check again just to be sure."

"......!!!"

...

After half an incense stick had burned.

Zhao Rong, having ’inspected’ all the way, returned to Shuaixing Hall with the ’now feeling that nothing was good’ Lingfei, and Qian’er.

The students of Shuaixing Hall were quietly writing under the supervision of Yu Huaijin.

Zhao Rong asked Lingfei and Qian’er to wait for him at a distance outside the main hall.

Yet the return of that figure in purple, together with the arrival of a pretty young girl.

Once again drew bursts of attention and gazes.

Zhao Rong ignored the strange looks from the students of Shuaixing Hall and continued lecturing on calligraphy from the podium.

About fifteen minutes later.

As the distant stately church bell rang,

The catch-up class on calligraphy for the day off officially ended.

Students began getting up to leave, but with so much happening today and somebody being so busy, these matters would probably take them a while to digest after they got back.

When passing by the podium, the students would now and then glance at Zhao Rong, calmly cleaning the desks and tables; and then again outside at the bright scenery cultivated by the two charming individuals.

Zhao Rong paid them no heed and bent his head to tidy things up for a while.

Sometime later, he looked up at the now empty academy and sighed softly.

He casually picked up several ink stones used during class and, together with Qing Jun and Qian’er, who were eagerly waiting by the door, departed.

First, they went to wash the ink by the lakeside.

Afterwards, the three were to attend Teacher Yan’s bass banquet together...