My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 570 - 366 I Really Don’t Want to Help You Comb Your Hair (Part 3)

Chapter 570: Chapter 366 I Really Don’t Want to Help You Comb Your Hair (Part 3)

The stunning girl named Luo Xiu had just appeared in the lobby of the first floor when she immediately became the center of attention.

All eyes landed on her without ceasing, following her every slow movement.

Though young, the girl had a slender and well-proportioned figure, with the tall and slim waist characteristic of Li women.

She wore a floor-length pure white gown, with a thin layer of white gauze hanging over her pretty face; the gauze couldn’t hide her features, but instead, added a kind of elusive, ethereal beauty—as if she was shrouded in a fairy’s aura.

Zhao Rong wondered if it was an illusion, but he felt like the women from the Li Territory generally preferred white clothes.

Moreover, Li women naturally had fair skin, which gave off a sense of ethereality.

The girl before his eyes was even more so.

However, not all were like this, for not long ago, Zhao Rong encountered a cool and detached fairy dressed in a flowing black gown on the Star River ancient path. She must also have been a Li woman.

Both Li women possessed stunning beauty, yet their styles were vastly different.

The cold fairy in the black dress had a beauty that was cool yet dazzling.

Whereas the current Luo Xiu looked purely beautiful with a fairy-like aura, particularly her eyes, which nearly spilled over with a unique spirit and beauty only seen in young girls.

In short, the former’s cold beauty carried an unknown desire within it, much like the pitch-black gown that enveloped her—the colder she was, the more people wanted to explore.

The latter had the face of pure first love, like her pristine white gown that had not a speck of dust, making you hesitate to undress her for fear of sullying her, and you couldn’t help but feel the urge to protect her.

Zhao Rong blinked and took a few more glances at Luo Xiu, feeling that his visit tonight was not in vain.

He was actually quite skilled and fond of admiring beauties.

However, unlike his classmates and other guests in the hall,

Zhao Rong wasn’t overwhelmed by admiration for them.

After all, despite the stunning beauty of both Luo Xiu and the previously encountered fairy, compared to his own Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao, they still fell a bit short.

Xiao Xiao, the silly fox demon and the flower of her generation from the Su family on Qiantang Mountain, possessed a fox-like face that was unjustifiably beautiful. It was as if she had spent all her skill points on her appearance from birth, maxing it out completely.

Qing Jun, in Zhao Rong’s memory, had been beautiful since childhood. Currently, in the Taiching Four Mansions, he wasn’t quite sure about the former residence students, but among the last two groups from Taiching Prefecture, Qing Jun’s appearance and talent in Sword Dao were unparalleled.

Compared to Xiao Xiao’s unreasonable beauty, Qing Jun’s face had a faint teardrop mole under her left eye, which seemed to disrupt the unblemished harmony and might spark debates on whether it added to or detracted from her beauty. However, Zhao Rong was extremely fond of that mole and couldn’t bring himself to let go.

It was because he had Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao that his standards had unconsciously risen.

He saw beautiful faces every day to the point of facial recognition fatigue... and, did he become unable to recognize his own wife’s beauty?

Not to mention, he sometimes got to experience more than just zero distance interaction—as happened a few days earlier, cough cough, he went into negative distance...

As for how negative that distance was, Zhao Rong felt he might privately ask Qing Jun later, although he was quite sure he’d end up half dead at her hands.

But while he did feel that way, when Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao were with him, sometimes, he would wake up in the middle of the night, look at their peacefully sleeping, breathtakingly beautiful faces, and feel a sense of unreality.

I mean, why do you need to be this pretty? Can’t you be a bit less attractive? Carry on the Old Zhao Family’s tradition of being low-key. Damn it!

Then Zhao Rong would shamelessly, without any hesitation, go ahead and bite them. Yep, he’d pick the softest, most bite-able spot and just bite down, executing a peculiar form of family law.

At such times, the sleepy Xiao Xiao would murmur and open her drowsy, charming fox eyes, looking aggrieved at the Zhao Lang who bullied her even in her sleep, with a tender and soft voice murmuring, "Stop it, Zhao Lang~" Then she’d wrap her slender arms around Zhao Rong’s head, comforting him like a mother would her child, leading him back to the warmth of her embrace to drift off to sleep.

As for Qing Jun, well, the two had recently spent a night together before parting. Faced with Zhao Rong’s nocturnal enforcement of family law, she certainly couldn’t allow him the same liberties as the innocent Xiao Xiao. That place had a piece of soft jade, after all.

So she would have to resist a bit under her husband’s "serious" proposals, exchange a few Swordsmanship Mnemonics, and then surrender to let her obedient husband go to sleep without the energy to bother her anymore...

In his memories, there were only two instances that truly stunned Zhao Rong.

One was when he first woke up from a big dream on his wedding night and, with a Jade Ruyi, lifted the red veil to reveal Qing Jun under the candlelight for the "first time."

The other was the sight of Xiao Xiao under the moonlight in a small courtyard in Zhongnan Country six months earlier, when she seemed as dazzling as the moon itself.

Now, seeing everyone around him staring so intently, an idea suddenly popped into Zhao Rong’s head that made him chuckle.

How about he takes some time to write an ode to beauty for Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao in the future?

To give all the men in the world a lesson, to show them what true beauty is.

In this world he’s in, most poems and literature are serious works, and he had hardly seen any odes to beauty.

Descriptions of beauties in bookstores and fables repeat the same few lines, with the most commonly used being "stunning beauty," "beauty that could overthrow states," and so on...

At that moment, Zhao Rong suddenly became pensive and then gently shook his head.

No, on second thought, having such widely known beauty doesn’t seem like a good thing...

While everyone at the table was lost in thoughts, Zhao Rong smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite of his food.