My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 425 - 301: Two Teachers and Students, Two Master and Servant

Chapter 425: Chapter 301: Two Teachers and Students, Two Master and Servant

Zhao Rong thought this Miss Bi Fang seemed quite interesting.

Well, except for the stealing of chrysanthemums.

Can you even eat those things?

He could not help but chuckle.

He remembered how just moments ago, this slender girl in blue seriously said, "They look very tasty."

Kind of cute.

However, being with Yu Huaijin, who always had a stern face, and serving as her Attendant Student seemed a bit miserable.

At that moment, inside East Fence Small House.

After Zhao Rong improvised a performance of "Yilan Melody," he casually picked up a brush and added a stroke to a certain "righteous" character on the paper beside him.

He looked up and saw Yu Huaijin holding a brush, focused on practicing her characters, and Bi Fang, standing quietly and obediently behind her, hands clasped behind her back.

It did not surprise Zhao Rong.

Miss Bi Fang was indeed stealing glances at him, just as one would look at a Benefactor.

Zhao Rong touched his chin with two fingers and smiled gently at her as she was about to avert her gaze.

Bi Fang was taken aback, then also began to beam with joy.

She glanced at Yu Huaijin intensely focused on her writing in front of her, then quietly pulled out a fiery-red embroidered bag from her sleeve.

Bi Fang held the plump embroidered bag in both hands, weighed it thoughtfully, and then her eyes crinkled into crescents.

She opened the fiery-red embroidered bag, dipped her fingers inside, rummaged around, then pinched out a piece of what seemed like a snack.

Zhao Rong looked on, unsure whether it was candied fruit or dried fruit.

Bi Fang lowered her head and popped the snack into her mouth, smacking her lips a few times. The swallowing motion subtle, she tried her best to make no sound.

All the while, her eyes remained fixated on Yu Huaijin’s back, her demeanor cautious.

Zhao Rong set down his brush, chuckled silently, wondering how eating a snack could look so much like thievery.

Yu Huaijin indeed was rather strict, both with others and with herself.

Both he observed, the strange master and servant, had slender and frail figures.

Bi Fang was delicate, and Yu Huaijin even more so, short like a little girl, well, a little girl with a stern face.

Zhao Rong suddenly understood a bit more.

He increasingly sympathized with the brother who might soon have to deal with the little tyrant, Yu Huaijin.

Seeming to notice Zhao Rong’s gaze,

Bi Fang curtailed her greedy movements a bit. She glanced at the snacks inside the embroidered bag and then at Zhao Rong nearby.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, declining the offer. He never expected her to be a foodie, hmm, even craving chrysanthemums.

Bi Fang smiled as well.

The slender girl’s smile was gentle, she licked her lips and dipped her hand into the embroidered bag, hoping to take some more snacks.

But the next moment, her movement halted, and in the blink of an eye, she stuffed the embroidered bag back into her sleeve.

She bowed her head submissively, sneaking a glance at Yu Huaijin who was turning her head toward them, becoming instantly behaved.

Yu Huaijin turned her head and slightly furrowed her brow, glancing at Zhao Rong.

For such a peculiar master and servant, Zhao Rong shrugged his shoulders, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, and continued practicing zither and, occasionally, correcting characters.

This time, Yu Huaijin’s extra lesson was not as demanding as the last task.

After all, time was short and probably so was the awareness that a certain ’Mr. Zhao’ was quite busy.

From evening until shortly after nightfall, the Music Art extra lesson was over.

Yu Huaijin seriously advised Zhao Rong not to neglect his zither practice.

She said that, at his current level, obtaining a normal score in the impending mid-month major exam seemed dubious.

Zhao Rong’s expression was calm as he nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Yu Huaijin sighed slightly, her expression somewhat worried.

It seemed she was rather troubled about the mid-month major exam scores at Shuaixing Hall, now that Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu were involved.

Zhao Rong lifted his eyelid without indulging in more idle talk.

Yu Huaijin hesitated for a moment, then asked about the current situation of the Calligraphy course at Shuaixing Hall.

She was serious in every class, and so was Zhao Rong in his Calligraphy course, although sometimes it’s hard to see clearly when you’re in too deep.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and answered truthfully, albeit diplomatically.

He wasn’t sure about other schools, but if compared to the Justice Hall taught by Zhao Rong, there indeed was a difference, and the gap seemed to be widening according to the current trend.

Yu Huaijin frowned even more.

She bowed to Zhao Rong, then turned around to leave.

But seeing that Zhao Rong also seemed to be heading out, she asked quietly, "Where are you going, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Rong answered offhand, "Yilan Pavilion."

Yu Huaijin’s expression immediately turned stern.

Before long,

Zhao Rong and three people arrived at Yilan Pavilion.

Yes, three people, including Yu Huaijin and her gentle Attendant Student.

Yu Huaijin did not utter a word but followed silently.

Apparently, she was suspicious of someone’s purpose of visiting Yilan Pavilion late at night.

Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched slightly, as if guarding against a thief.

He shook his head and led the way into Yilan Pavilion, looking for Zhu Yourong.

After a busy day, it was now around the fourth quarter of the hour of the Dog at night, and there was still some time. Zhao Rong came to see how Zhu Yourong had written that "forever" character.

This meeting was not as casual as when they were alone in previous days.

Although they were still in the Lan Xuan study,

there were now several more watchful eyes around.

Zhu Yourong also tied up her hair, dressed in a green Confucian robe, her expression serene.

Zhao Rong, with sleeves folded, stood in front of the desk watching her write.

His expression calm, he occasionally extended his hand to make a few corrections.

But between the two of them, a normal distance was always maintained, with no other interactions.

Yu Huaijin took the opportunity to practice writing, occasionally lifting her head to glance at them.

Bi Fang was quite pleased with her presence.