My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 458 - 315 Yourong Presents a Poem (Thanks to ’Ri Han Jing Xuan Luo State Preceptor’ for the generous reward!)

Chapter 458: Chapter 315 Yourong Presents a Poem (Thanks to ’Ri Han Jing Xuan Luo State Preceptor’ for the generous reward!)

Zhao Rong looked somewhat displeased.

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand Jingzi and Yu Huaijin’s actions.

One was Zhu Yourong’s Inner Chamber Disciple, and the other was her personal Attendant Student.

Guarding their teacher as tightly as a chest wrap was not to be blamed.

But still.

What about the trust between people?

Zhao Rong felt offended.

At this moment, he stood at the door, silently watching Jingzi with her face of indifference, Yu Huaijin with her stern face, and a Maid named Bi Fang sneaking glances at him with her big, lively eyes.

If you must guard, can’t you do it more discreetly and save face?

Here I am, left doubting my existence in the cold breeze outside.

Jingzi seemed to have noticed something as well.

After looking around, she pouted and said, "Hmm, what a coincidence, why are you all here today? Isn’t it not yet the day we agreed upon for visiting and having tea?"

As she spoke, the blue-clothed young girl glanced at Zhao Rong.

Yu Huaijin and Bi Fang did the same, turning their gazes towards Zhao Rong.

Facing three pairs of eyes that were curious, calm, or somewhat off.

Zhao Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and walked straight into the door.

He didn’t feel like answering that question at all.

Do you really not know why we all came? Wasn’t it you who asked to bring Yu Huaijin and the others here?

Yu Huaijin, followed by Bi Fang, caught up with him.

Jingzi watched Zhao Rong’s retreating back, stuck out her tongue, quickly closed the door, and bounced after him.

On their way to the Lan Xuan study.

"Brother Yu seems in good spirits,"

Zhao Rong, walking ahead, commented.

Yu Huaijin, holding her hands, didn’t respond but said instead, "Why have you come early today?"

Jingzi nodded vigorously, looking at Zhao Rong with a hint of wariness.

The agreed day after the last tea session with Zhao Rong hadn’t arrived yet.

Planning a sudden strike to shake off Sister Yu?

Hmph, lucky for you I’m clever and unmatched, I have a way to pass messages to Sister Yu through the air...

Jingzi patted her chest, which saved Zhu Yourong a significant amount of fabric.

Hearing this, Zhao Rong laughed and said, "Thanks to Brother Yu, had I not come sooner, I might have lost the chance."

Yu Huaijin pursed her lips and remained silent.

Zhao Rong suddenly turned back, colliding with Bi Fang’s sidelong gaze.

After a moment’s thought, he flashed his white teeth in a smile, "Good morning, Miss, have you eaten?"

Bi Fang laughed joyfully, sized Zhao Rong up and down, and shook her head seriously.

Then she stole another glance at Yu Huaijin, who wore a composed expression.

Zhao Rong looked at Bi Fang’s tender and frail figure and at Yu Huaijin’s thin and short stature.

He shook his head gently.

Jingzi said that Zhu Yourong, as usual, was writing in Lan Xuan.

Soon, the group of four reached the Lan Xuan study.

Zhu Yourong wore a white Confucian robe today, a little more fitting than usual, which added to her elegant temperament.

As they arrived, she stood gracefully by the window, leaning against the window sill, silently watering flowers.

Her side profile was fair and delicate, like a person from a painting, focused at that moment.

Her black hair draped like a cascading waterfall, lustrous and smooth.

The lady in the Confucian robe by the window was serene and dignified.

She was not particularly surprised by the arrival of Zhao Rong and the others.

Her laughter was gentle, and her manners polite.

Zhao Rong explained for a while, then with some concern, he asked her if the spring water was ready, since he came earlier than planned.

Zhu Yourong nodded gently, simply saying that his timing was just right as she had just drawn the water that morning.

Zhao Rong had always been curious about the well water resources of the elegant lady in the Confucian robe before him.

However, when asked about it twice before, she was deliberately vague, merely saying it was a method that couldn’t be taught, and it would be pointless to tell him.

Zhao Rong let it be.

At this moment, he cautioned her again.

"To be able to get so much spring water here from Teacher Zhu, I am already very content. If it’s difficult for the teacher to obtain the spring water, don’t force it and cause inconvenience," he said.

Zhu Yourong shook her head, "It’s no trouble, it just... wastes a bit of time."

Seeing this, Jingzi, who was nearby, hesitated to speak and looked somewhat resentful at Zhao Rong.

Before long, Zhao Rong had his seventh cup of Zhengguan Spring Water.

He felt refreshed and clear-headed.

As usual, he took advantage of this visit to stay a while in the Lan Xuan study, to check on Zhu Yourong’s progress with learning the character ’永’, and to offer some guidance.

In front of the desk, Zhao Rong ground the ink for Zhu Yourong, watching her write.

The distance between them was instinctively just right,

Neither too far nor too close.

In the room, Yu Huaijin, Jingzi, and Bi Fang were all present.

Zhao Rong glanced at the elegant woman quietly writing in front of him.

Since the day he witnessed a scene he shouldn’t have from outside the western window and had a somewhat bold heart-to-heart talk,

Their interactions during these days, always in the presence of Yu Huaijin and others,

were not as relaxed as when they were alone.

But... perhaps this was also a situation she tacitly permitted.

Controlling the distance.

Hmm, he was the same.

Zhao Rong chuckled inwardly, then glanced again at Zhu Yourong’s gentle side profile, ready to withdraw his gaze.

But the next second, he paused.

Because at that moment, Zhao Rong was leaning to the side, one hand resting on the desk, the other dangling freely by his side.

And then his sleeve was gently tugged by someone.

Before Zhao Rong could react, the quietly writing Zhu Yourong had already spoken.

"I heard Meng Zhengjun has returned."

Her voice was soft and gentle, and before she finished, she had already captured the attention of everyone in the study.

Yu Huaijin and Jingzi turned their attention towards her from afar.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sleeve still being tugged below, and with an unchanged expression, nodded in response, "Yes."

Zhu Yourong was writing with one hand, the other also dangling, hidden by the desk.

At that moment, she smiled, "I heard... she is giving you a hard time."

Zhao Rong neither confirmed nor denied.