My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 417 - 298 Rong’er Brother, I Want to Too_2

Chapter 417: Chapter 298 Rong’er Brother, I Want to Too_2

Qian’er: "..."

She was stunned, stopped grinding her teeth, thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement:

"Boys and girls working together; you two certainly aren’t tired, but have you actually done any work? You’ve been washing a single inkstone for most of the day, wearing out your hands, and even with four hands, you aren’t as fast as I am with one. And yet you talk about ’sharpening the ax will not delay the work of cutting wood’..."

Qian’er sniffled, "Big liar, Brother Rong’er, washing at this rate, we won’t finish until the afternoon, and we can kiss the Academy Teacher’s perch banquet goodbye."

Zhao Rong helplessly said, "Alright, so what do you suggest we do?"

Qian’er tilted her head and thought.

She looked at her own little hands covered in ink, then at the young lady’s hands that had been ’washed’ clean and held by someone.

The little maid timidly said: "I want to be washed too, wuu wuu wuu, Qian’er wants it too."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Lingfei: "..."

In the end, of course, Zhao Rong did not ’wash’ the little maid’s hands.

They had said they would attend the Academy Teacher’s perch banquet at noon; there was no more time to delay.

Beside that, Zhao Rong also let go of Qing Jun’s hand, but the two of them still leaned against each other.

Her purple attire brushed against his green shirt, their warmth and their silhouettes lingering in the other’s heart, warming each other.

Later, a certain little light bulb also shuffled closer, sticking to the other side of Zhao Rong.

The three of them quietly washed the ink stone.

Squeezed together, they quietly watched the light black water and the reflection of their companions beside them.

Quietly feeling the breath of companions by their side.

At a certain moment.

Zhao Rong, busy with his head down, couldn’t help but look up again, sneaking a peek at her.

But he met a pair of eyes that were also quietly watching him.

It turned out his beloved was also looking at him with affection.

Qing Jun’s smile was bright and lovely.

Zhao Rong smiled like the spring breeze.

And then...

"I want to too," came a weak voice from a certain little maid.

"Pfft." Qing Jun laughed again.

Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head.

Qian’er puffed her cheeks and bumped her small body into the big cloven hoof next to her.

Zhao Rong was taken aback, glancing at Qing Jun who began to giggle with her head buried again.

He leaned his body sideways and bumped her back.

Qing Jun let out a light cry and bit her lip.

She lowered her head to look at the pitch-black ink stains on her fingers.

Her autumn eyes narrowed with joy, and the next second, she suddenly reached out and smeared something on the face of the man next to her.

The little maid, quick on the uptake, also lifted her little hand full of ink and followed suit.

Zhao Rong was startled and looked down to see, in the mirror-like water, his face painted on both sides.

He blinked and dipped his finger in ink.

But when he looked up again, the sneaky Qing Jun and Qian’er had already escaped without a trace...

...

Zhao Rong, Lingfei, Qian’er.

The three were childhood friends who reunited once again, just like when they were children.

They were no longer kids with unbound hair but were now adults with married hairdos.

...

After washing the inkstone in Mochi, Zhao Rong and his companions went back to the East Fence Small House to tidy up some items.

Apart from putting away some household items that Lingfei had provided for him,

Zhao Rong also had to return a ’special set of autumn clothes’ under the supervision of a certain big light bulb.

Qian’er, with a stern face, put away the neatly folded ’little clothes’ of the young lady handed over by someone.

She glanced a few times at the two people in front of her.

Zhao Rong and Lingfei both turned their faces away with a bit of embarrassment.

Qian’er suddenly whispered to Zhao Rong:

"Brother Rong’er, I’m not being nosy, but since this has been at your place for quite some time, men can be sloppy... I need to take it back and... and wash it... You and the young lady may play... but you should pay attention to hygiene..."

The little maid’s voice was almost inaudible by the end.

Lingfei quickly turned her delicate body and hurried out of the north room, leaving behind a sentence, "Brother Rong’er’s bed linens should be sun-dried; I’m going to collect them."

Zhao Rong looked at the midday sunshine outside.

He turned back to look at Qian’er, who perplexed him, acting as if she understood everything.

If I were to say I haven’t... forget it, I won’t say it, you surely won’t believe me.

If you did believe me, it would still be based on the suspicion that Brother Rong’er has some strange illness.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Afterward, the three of them finished tidying up.

Zhao Rong introduced his two good friends, Jia Teng Ying and Fan Yushu, to Qing Jun and Qian’er.

The four of them laughed and talked for a while, getting acquainted.

Afterwards, with nothing else to do, Zhao Rong, dressed in a green shirt with a jar of fine wine, along with his wife dressed in purple carrying a food box, and Qian’er who insisted on squeezing between the two, all headed together to Teacher Yan’s perch banquet.

As the eldest senior brother had said, the banquet was held at Lanzhou Crossing.

It was right where Zhao Rong had last attended class, so he knew the way well.

About the time it takes to burn a stick of incense later.

The three of them passed the Scripture Teaching Pavilion located in the gorge, which was the necessary route to the riverside.

Just as the group stepped out of the gorge, the roaring sound of the waves from the distant river came rushing to meet them.

Zhao Rong didn’t stop and prepared to lead Qing Jun and Qian’er directly past.

However, suddenly, he noticed Qing Jun beside him seemed to pause slightly.

Turning his head, he saw her looking back at the direction of the ancient pavilion and well they had just passed.

"Qing Jun, what’s the matter?"

Zhao Rong stopped and glanced at the Correct Cap Well, that well whose water he had been longing for.

He began, "That old pavilion is called the Scripture Teaching Pavilion, the Academy Teacher likes to explain the classics and the Great Dao there, and the well is named Correct Cap..."

Zhao Rong watched Qing Jun’s expression and recounted what he knew.

Lingfei slowly turned her head and listened for a while with a startled expression on her face.

She pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "It’s nothing."

Zhao Rong asked seriously, "Really, it’s nothing?"

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