My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 567 - 363: 3 Rooms in Zuixian Building_3

Chapter 567: Chapter 363: 3 Rooms in Zuixian Building_3

Facing the young Confucian scholar with a gentle smile, some students felt as if they had found their backbone once again.

It was just like that time Zhao Rong led the impromptu speech under Linlu Mountain during the calligraphy class, and how he had walked up the nine steps alone to face Meng Zhengjun’s back before setting out from the Ritual Hall.

At that moment, Zhao Rong looked around with a smile and said, "Yiwu, have you enjoyed your time in the Zuixian Building these past few days? You must have tried all sorts of interesting things, right?"

Gu Yiwu was momentarily stunned—not expecting that question—weren’t they discussing serious matters?

He looked a bit embarrassed, "Cough, cough, Ziyu, what kind of question is that?"

The burly man sneakily glanced at Zhao Qian’er, acting like a mouse who had encountered a cat. He said in all seriousness:

"We are all decent people, virtuous and upright. We wouldn’t touch indecent things no matter how interesting! And Ziyu, don’t even think about drinking any floral liquor; we absolutely won’t accompany you!"

The other students, some intimidated by Zhao Qian’er’s ’killing glances,’ nodded their heads in agreement.

"No drinking, we are absolutely not drinking—we have serious matters to attend to."

"Teacher Zhao, I must criticize you for that. The fairy Zhao Qian’er is here; how can you be so fickle?"

"Right, you can’t be fickle even when she’s not around. Rest assured, fairy Zhao, we are always watching Teacher Zhao..."

"......" Zhao Rong.

Zhao Qian’er glanced at the students nodding like pecking hens.

You haven’t drunk; what are you anxiously correcting?

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly.

After Gu Yiwu made a solemn declaration, he continued:

"Well, I’m quite familiar with this place now. Before, I just did as you suggested and listened to music and drank tea on the first floor. Tonight there seems to be a lively event down there; I heard it’s the clean official Luo Xiu’s dressing session. But since you said you were coming over, we didn’t join the bustle and booked a private room upstairs to wait for you."

He shook his head, "I just didn’t expect it to be so crowded. When I went to book a room in the daytime, only this Xuan-character private room was available. Although the view from this room isn’t bad, one can see the hall clearly; the rooms next to it with better views were already taken."

Zhao Rong smiled and waved his hand to interrupt Gu Yiwu’s words, "No worries, it’s not needed... I already said you guys should have had a blast. Order whatever fun thing you find, join whichever bustling scene you see, you must enjoy yourselves to the fullest."

He lowered his head and patted his sleeve, "Let’s go, we’ll head down. There should be quite a few people today. I heard there’s this interesting little fairy getting ready below; we can’t miss it, or we’ll disappoint many."

This Confucian scholar, dressed like a rich young master, suddenly began speaking nonsensically.

"Brother Yiwu, gentlemen, let me tell you, the dressing of these clean officials is very particular. Many of them are proud women who value a kindred spirit. No amount of money matters if there’s no connection. But, if there is an attraction, tsk tsk, come on, let’s go see who among us is lucky enough to have their tab covered tonight..."

Upon hearing Zhao Rong’s banter,

Everyone exchanged glances.

...

At the staircase of the third floor of the Zuixian Building, the figure of a well-dressed woman appeared.

Madam Yue had a smile on her lips as she gracefully walked up to the door of the Xuan-character private room.

She rolled her eyes slightly upward, looking at the Xuan-character plaque on the door, and pulling up her sleeves, she raised her hand ready to knock.

Suddenly, the door was opened from the inside, and Zhao Rong and his group filed out, bumping into Madam Yue.

Madam Yue gracefully bowed, "Master Zhao, I remember seeing you interested in our building’s Luo Xiu fairy. Downstairs, she will be going on stage shortly. I was thinking of you and specially came to remind you. Are you interested?"

Zhao Rong smiled like the spring breeze. "How timely, I was just about to admire her beauty with my friends."

Madam Yue smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong and his company chatted with her for a while longer before excusing themselves to head downstairs.

Madam Yue responded with a smile, curtsied, and watched as Zhao Rong’s laughing group disappeared at the stairwell.

After the quiet returned to the corridor on the third floor, the well-dressed woman stood silently outside the door of the Xuan-character room with her hands properly in front of her.

Suddenly, Madam Yue turned and walked in the opposite direction.

As she passed by the Di-character private room, she glanced at the sturdy door.

Without pausing, Madam Yue arrived at the door of the Tian-character room a few steps away and took a deep breath before knocking twice lightly.

The gentle tapping.

During the wait, she stood straight, with her hands in front of her belly, her expression respectful.

Gone was her previous frivolous smile.

About two breaths later, the door to the Tian-character room was opened by a woman dressed in white, with a cold countenance.

Looking past her shoulder into the room, there were two groups of oddly dressed people standing on either side.

The Tian-character room was eerily silent; it seemed as though they had been waiting there for a long time...