My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 550 - 357: The Three Types of Books in Qing Jun’s Eyes_3

Chapter 550: Chapter 357: The Three Types of Books in Qing Jun’s Eyes_3

Zhao Rong exhaled, shook his head gently, and suppressed a certain impulse.

Right now, he had more important matters to attend to, at least he needed to get through the mid-month grand examination and free up some energy.

But the little, silly fox demon was so obedient that it made his heart ache.

At this moment.

Li Bai stepped forward, holding his sword with a worried frown, "Qian’er, why do I feel the more I look at this outfit, the more it resembles that of a lackey?"

Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian’er promptly turned back.

The young girl eyed him up and down a few times, her delicate nose wrinkled as she said:

"What are you talking about? Uncle Li Bai, I’m telling you, it’s autumn now, which is the perfect time to wear this color. It offers contrast and is bright enough, a trendy color for clothes on the market. You can be seen from far away, and nobody can overlook you."

"Plus, it goes with the secret of creating a high-end, mysterious demeanor that experts have—purity. Wearing one color from head to toe, how cool is that, isn’t it better than being dressed in white as snow?"

Li Bai frowned, looking down at his outfit, hesitant to speak.

Zhao Qian’er turned her head and said crisply, "Right, Rong’er? Don’t you agree?"

Zhao Rong scrutinized Li Bai’s new clothes with a strange look in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and said, "Hmm, you’re not wrong, Uncle Li Bai’s outfit is impeccable, and Qian’er’s taste in clothing as well. This green... this glossy green is really nice, makes you look young, and is definitely the flashiest thing in autumn. Walking down the street, who could ignore our Uncle Li Bai?"

Zhao Rong glanced again at Li Bai, clad in green, feeling a bit guilty.

He paused, then earnestly advised, "However, Uncle Li Bai, don’t look so troubled. A happy expression doesn’t quite match with green, you should look happier, yes, that’s it, smile more."

The man clad head to toe in green, Li Bai, slowly unfurrowed his brows.

He attempted to smile, but it was more of an embarrassed grin.

The sword-bearing man still harbored some doubts; he shifted the sword he was cradling to the other side.

"Qian’er, then why not dress Rong’er in green too? His newly bought white garments are so expensive, and he looks like a rich nobleman’s son. Right, and you too, Qian’er, you look lovely in that dress, like a noblewoman..."

Li Bai suddenly realized, "Wait, I see what’s going on here. You two are dressed like a scholar and his lady, matching like a couple. From a distance, you both look like newlyweds."

Zhao Rong looked down at himself and realized they indeed matched, especially with Qian’er clinging to his arm.

Zhao Qian’er blinked, her lips puckered in a defiant stance:

"Let’s not drag me and Rong’er into this. What we wear doesn’t affect what you wear, this suit of green clothes suits you just fine, Uncle Li Bai, hmph, are you doubting my taste in clothes?"

Li Bai responded with indignant sorrow, "Qian’er, you’re being too biased. I spoiled you for nothing before, choosing Rong’er’s clothes so carefully, yet for me, you just picked anything."

Zhao Qian’er glanced left and right, puffing her cheeks, "Who picked anything? Green looks really good, so spirited, it’s the trendy color at the tailor shop on the mountain."

Li Bai’s eyes widened, his words firm.

"Spirited it may be, but standing next to you two, it’s different. You’re dressed like wealthy newlyweds, and here I am in all green like a damn turtle, standing aside with none of the expert’s aura about me. It’s like being a servant in green, with no dignity at all, whatever happened to ’expert skin style’!"

"..."

Zhao Qian’er and Zhao Rong exchanged glances.

Zhao Rong realized that it really was the case, his expression became somewhat sheepish, acknowledging that Qian’er had spent all her efforts on picking clothes for him.

Zhao Qian’er, however, was too proud to concede, her eyes narrowing, determined to defend her taste in clothes. Hmph, was there a rebellion brewing?

"Uncle Li Bai, I’ve already told you not to overthink it. With your looks and physique, even in this green outfit, you can still pull it off. You’ve got that expert aura down pat, like a firefly in the dark night, no one dares overlook you, thinking you’re some green-clad servant..."

"Hey! You blind green servant up front, and all the other riffraff, clear the way quickly, and don’t block my young mistress’s path!"

Suddenly, a scolding voice came from behind the trio.

Looking back, a formidable group seemed to be closing in, apparently having first spotted the most conspicuous among them. A red-clothed maid was shouting a warning from a distance.

Zhao Qian’er: "..."

Zhao Rong: "..."

The sword-bearing man didn’t turn around, merely sighed up at the sky, his green silhouette appearing a bit desolate in the eyes of the onlookers for a moment.