My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 576 - 368 The bright moonlight before my bed, a pair of shoes on the ground

Chapter 576: Chapter 368 The bright moonlight before my bed, a pair of shoes on the ground

Before returning to Duke Mansion to accompany the young lady in her wedding, she had also attended a peculiar closed-door lesson of the boudoir with Zhao Lingfei, mainly taught by the female elders within Duke Mansion who were carefully observing their complexions while imparting their knowledge.

Actually, the girl was smart and lively, understanding more than Zhao Lingfei—albeit only slightly more. She roughly comprehended what they were talking about. Hmm, isn’t it basically the fundamental principle of the sword and sword scabbard? So simple, so simple. Her understanding was limited within the scope of normal simplicity.

But if Zhao Rong was also a serious person, then surely there would be no issue, as everyone was on the same level, but alas, someone in their past life was a modern youth, awakened with advanced thoughts...

So Zhao Qian’er was actually still a pure little white flower, only seeing the surface of swords and scabbards, her understanding of swordsmanship yet to reach an enlightened state where she could realize that everyday movements are all part of swordsmanship...

Right now, the girl only had one startling and heart-trembling thought in her mind, mortifying, she could... she could actually play like this!

She felt a whoosh in front of her, as stinky Rong’er brother opened a new world’s gate for her, with the roaring windrush threatening to blow Zhao Qian’er away, that kind of high-speed wind, even she, a Sword Cultivator riding the wind, couldn’t handle it...

Looking back at the limerick she now felt the beautifully conceived first line upon first reading was unbearable to face.

You should know that the bright moon has always been a metaphor for the latter among her, brother Rong’er, and the young lady.

Zhao Lingfei was Zhao Qian’er’s bright moon in her heart; brother Rong’er was the sun.

As for the second line about those three pairs of shoes...

At this moment, Zhao Qian’er simply couldn’t continue thinking, her shame and indignation reaching a breaking point, if... if it were just the three of them hiding under the duvet, that would be fine, but what about looking up at the son-in-law and bowing down to help the lady, what the heck is that???

Clearly, brother Rong’er wrote from her perspective and voice; she was the female protagonist in the poem, wuwuwu, stinky Rong’er brother, I won’t look up at you, nor will I join the young lady in bowing down to help her! You think we are jointly savoring sugarcanes here.

Wait a minute, Zhao Qian’er’s eyes snapped open, belatedly realizing.

She finally understood what Rong’er brother meant when he mistook her for the young lady and said he wouldn’t press down on her head anymore, turned out the young lady was bullied by you like that in the dead of the night!

The girl was shocked by the new swordsmanship that Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei had practiced.

Wuwuwu, always bullying me, I don’t know which lifetimes’ grudge it is from, always bullying her and the young lady since they were kids, wuwu, the big dummy only knows to depend on you and cater to you, me me... I definitely won’t, and if you dare to press down on my head, I, I’ll bite it all off, leaving nothing behind...

Qian’er was so aggrieved from being bullied with the limerick by Zhao Rong that a fierce energy welled up in her.

She puckered her lips, glaring at him furiously, as thoughts of these exasperating matters fiercely raced through her little mind.

Zhao Rong, seeing her tigerish glare and grinding her little canines as if sharpening knives while staring down sheep, felt uneasy standing near her.

He glanced at the poem that had amused him but which the girl had now covered, suddenly feeling a certain chill.

In reality, Zhao Qian’er wouldn’t want to hurt him even the slightest, valuing brother Rong’er much more than any treasure, but the girl didn’t want him to take her and the young lady for granted and bully them freely in the future, yet she also feared that brother Rong’er would be unhappy.

Overcome with great embarrassment, Zhao Qian’er bit her lip and gazed at Zhao Rong in front of her, who had on an apologetic face, beginning to feel a mix of self-pity and resentment.

Zhao Rong cleared his throat, awkwardly looked at her expression, and ventured, "Cough, brother Rong’er was wrong; no more joking."

The girl didn’t respond to him, just continued to gaze at him for a while.

Zhao Rong felt even guiltier.

At this moment, in a corner of the Zuixian Building’s first-floor hall, Zhao Qian’er suddenly unleashed her late-stage Vast Realm sword cultivation, sweeping up the scandalous limerick from the table with the speed of lightning, not allowing it to see the slightest light.

This was no limerick, it was blatantly lascivious...

She reproached Zhao Rong, feeling her cheeks burning intensely, her Liu Mei brows fiercely inverted, "Pretend this one doesn’t exist, you’re not allowed to think about it anymore!"

Zhao Rong quickly nodded his head.

Obedient to the core.

He didn’t realize her reaction would be so strong before; he thought she couldn’t understand, so he wrote it to tease her... He had been too careless.

The girl glanced at him, huffed softly, it seemed that when dealing with a big hoof, she needed to be tough and gentle; wasn’t it nice to scare him like this?

She stretched out her hand toward the table, her face stern, commanding, "Hm, write another one, but this time write it seriously."

Zhao Qian’er left the seat in front of the desk.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to head to the desk again, rolling up his sleeves, "You want another one? Ahem, fine."

He looked at the blank paper, thought for a bit, then picked up his brush and began to write.

In less than seven breaths’ time, he put the brush down again.

Zhao Qian’er looked at the poem on the desk warily, her brows slightly furrowed.

Without any extraordinary signs of a successful poem, was this another dud?

She looked carefully once more, murmuring to herself:

"Bright moonlight in front of my bed... Two pairs of shoes upon the ground... One pair the golden lotuses... The other embroidered brightly."

Zhao Rong sighed, "Are you satisfied now?"

Zhao Qian’er looked down at her own embroidered shoes, the image of the young lady’s preferred style of shoes coming to mind. The young lady had small feet and liked wearing golden lotus shoes, but not those infamous three-inch bindings, rather ones of an appropriate size. Indeed, women’s golden lotus shoes looked quite lovely.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "This is better."

Zhao Rong muttered under his breath, "I’m barefooted, who wears shoes right after bathing and before bed as a proper person?"

Zhao Qian’er: "..."

In fact, what Zhao Rong wanted to say was, in the earlier ’three pairs of shoes,’ where were his shoes... ahem, so the truth in that poem was that there were actually more than three people... But of course, he couldn’t remind this little girl of that.

Zhao Qian’er pretended to be indignant, "I don’t want this one."

Seeing her reaction, Zhao Rong could only helplessly nod his head. "Alright, alright, let’s do it your way."

She added, "But you still need to write another one."

Zhao Rong frowned sadly, muttering, "Didn’t you say you liked everything I wrote?"

Zhao Qian’er lowered her eyes and spoke softly, "You have to write this one seriously, it needs to be submitted, and no messing around, it must impress Luo Xiu."

Zhao Rong quietened down and sighed, finally nodding his agreement.

But he made no move to start writing and instead pointed at the ’Two Pairs of Shoes’ lampoon on the desk, saying casually, "Just submit this one."

"Hm? This one?" Zhao Qian’er asked curiously.

Zhao Rong nodded, "Yes, this one."

He looked again at the ’Two Pairs of Shoes’ lampoon with its ink still wet and nodded decisively once more, "It’s indeed quite elegant."

"..." Zhao Qian’er.

A lampoon? Are you really going with that?

However, after looking seriously at Zhao Rong’s expression, the young girl said nothing more.

She narrowed her eyes and gave a slight nod, "Fine, but if it turns out to be of no use, then from now on ..."

Zhao Qian’er paused, glancing at someone, then fell silent.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but continue, "Then what from now on?"

The little girl was expressionless, "From now on, don’t even think of having ’a few pairs of shoes on the ground’. Not even one pair."

The one who preferred being barefoot could not help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

Soon, the incense sticks on the stage in the center of the hall had finally burned down, and the sound of the zither gently ceased.

The Zuixian Building’s first-floor hall grew noisy once again.

People began to hand in their poems one after another...

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