My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 580 - 370 Young Master is Like the Lover in My Dreams (Part 1) (Extra for my Brothers!)_2

Chapter 580: Chapter 370 Young Master is Like the Lover in My Dreams (Part 1) (Extra for my Brothers!)_2

The crowd could only anxiously stand by, unable to see who the letter was actually from.

The next second, Luo Xiu, with a smile and downcast eyes, looked up and spoke for the first time.

Her voice resonated like Beautiful Jade gently clinking against each other—true to its name.

"Thank you, gentlemen."

She gracefully bowed and then spread her soft hands to gently press the lone envelope in her palm, turning her head to glance at the lovely maid.

The latter smiled broadly, stepped forward, took away all the other envelopes, and distributed them to the green-robed maids waiting below the stage.

"Returning to the rightful owner."

The green-robed maids complied, distributing the suggestively eliminated envelopes.

Many were still harboring a bit of hope, wishing they were the fortunate ones whose letter Luo Xiu, the Fairy, had kept.

However, as time elapsed and more letters found their way back to their owners, hope faded in the eyes of those in the hall.

Murmurs of disappointment occasionally arose from those not selected.

In the area where Zhao Rong and others were.

Some of the Justice Hall students began receiving their returned letters; however, the group maintained good spirits, joking that ’Big Brother Gu needs to treat us later’ or something similar.

Gu Yiwu sat upright in his seat, smiling without saying a word at the joke, then turned back to continue watching the maid distributing envelopes on stage.

His expression was somewhat restrained.

Zhao Rong, who had experienced the release of exam results many times in his past life, immediately recognized his friend’s nervous tension and deeply understood his feelings at that moment.

Zhao Rong patted Gu Yiwu on the shoulder, "It’s fine, take a deep breath, just think of it as fun, keep a good mindset."

Gu Yiwu nodded, took a deep breath, and felt slightly better.

He admitted enviously, "Ziyu has a better attitude; he’s not worried at all."

"Ah, well, there’s a bit of worry."

"Oh, what is Ziyu worried about?"

"How to explain to my wife when I bring her back... Perhaps she could be a maid..."

"......"

Gu Yiwu looked at Zhao Rong, who seriously contemplated, forming a poem in seven breaths on his face.

He remained silent for a while, then his face broke into a sincere smile, "Thanks, Ziyu. Hearing these entertaining and humorous words, I don’t feel as nervous anymore."

Zhao Rong nodded, "That’s good."

At this moment, almost all the envelopes in the hall had been distributed, leaving only three or four green-robed maids moving about.

Many had already received their returned envelopes and, amidst their disappointment, began paying attention to those who had not received their envelopes, particularly Gu Yiwu and the Ghostly Young Master, as everyone watched them closely.

As Gu Yiwu laughed and thanked his friend for the amusing encouragement, a green-robed maid suddenly veered toward their table. She held out an envelope with both hands, respectfully offering it to Gu Yiwu.

He appeared momentarily stunned.

After a moment, the burly man pursed his lips, reached out to take it, and casually tossed it onto the table.

The surrounding students exchanged glances, then frowned and looked toward the silent stunning girl on the stage, their eyes filled with displeasure.

Choosing that good-for-nothing? So typical of a courtesan, so short-sighted!

"Hahahahaha——"

The Ghostly Young Master, who had been closely watching Zhao Rong’s side and had not received his envelope back, suddenly burst into laughter.

The sound echoed through the quiet hall.

He placed his folding fan behind his neck and, with hands on his hips, pointed at Gu Yiwu, his laugh boisterous and his face flushed as if his previous listlessness had temporarily vanished.

"Hahahaha, you thought to compete with me, the great young master? Think small fry like you stand a chance? Crawl away before this young master!"

Students from the Justice Hall promptly rose to their feet in unison!

Only Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu remained seated.

Gu Yiwu narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the smug Ghostly Young Master.

Zhao Rong’s expression remained unchanged; he tapped his thigh lightly with two fingers and side-eyed the reckless youth.

He then raised his other hand to hold back Zhao Qian’er, who was about to step forward, "I’m thirsty."

The young maid’s face remained calm; she stepped back and obediently went to pour the tea.

Not far away, the figure of a certain green-clad swordsman appeared at the entrance of the hall, leaning against the left side of the door, his eyes heavy with sleep as he watched the drama unfold inside the hall.

The guests in the hall were all watching the spectacle, while a few green-robed maids continued to scurry about, busy returning poems.

At that moment, Gu Yiwu, the center of attention, raised his hand, stopping the scholars behind him.

Son of the Void stepped back a few paces, hiding behind his followers, then continued to laugh loudly, showing off,

"What? The defeated still won’t accept it? Hahaha, frustrated? Fairy Luo Xiu was charmed by my literary grace..."

"My Lord..."

Just then, a timid girl’s voice sounded beside Son of the Void.

"What is it?" Annoyed at being interrupted, Son of the Void snapped, turning around, "Didn’t you see I’m busy... "

His voice stopped abruptly, like a drake whose neck had been cut off with a kitchen knife.

The curious crowd turned to look, only to see a young girl in teal beside Son of the Void, presenting an envelope.

The expressions of the surrounding followers were awkward.

Son of the Void’s complexion changed, like a heating stove steaming up, his face turning extremely ugly, entirely flushed red.

"Impossible..." He snatched the envelope, tore it open violently, and immediately a gentle moonlight and faint music were revealed.

It was indeed the very poem he had submitted.

The intent was clear; he had not been chosen by Fairy Luo Xiu.

Son of the Void let out a sound symbolic of some plant.

Once again resonating throughout the hall.

However, at this moment, none of the guests in the hall had time to pay him any attention; instead, they were surprisingly looking around to see who had not yet received their returned envelope.

In the hallway on the first floor, as the last teal-dressed maid hastily handed the envelope to an elegant young man who was beating his chest and stomping his foot, one second earlier had been beaming with joy.

The hall fell silent.

Everyone looked around, seeing no one exhibiting the ’lucky’ signal.

They stared at each other, then unanimously turned their attention to the breathtaking girl in the center of the stage.

They saw her, wearing a white veil, looking down at an envelope with invisible inscriptions.

The next second, Fairy Luo Xiu suddenly stood up; her soft hands in front of her bosom gently pinched the lower corners of the plain envelope, and she stepped down the stage.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

All eyes in the hall followed her. After stepping off the stage, Fairy Luo Xiu turned left, avoiding Son of the Void who was red with rage, not even glancing at him, and headed directly towards a corner...

Near the table where Gu Yiwu and others were seated, the previously tense atmosphere had long disappeared after Son of the Void had embarrassed himself.

The crowd wore peculiar expressions.

Squinting, Gu Yiwu also started to look surprised as he and the scholars from Justice Hall surveyed the hall, equally finding nothing.

Gu Yiwu looked around and frowned, saying, "Ziyu, she didn’t choose either of the two submitted poems... Gee, the fairy is stepping down, who is she looking for?"

Behind him, Zhao Rong took a sip of tea, set down his cup, and thought for a moment.

"If I’m not mistaken, she’s probably coming for me."

Gu Yiwu responded instinctively, "Oh, that makes sense..."

Suddenly, his voice paused, he came to his senses and shook his head with resignation, "Ziyu, stop joking, I’m not that nervous anymore."

"Gu... Brother Gu." One of the scholars spoke out in a daze.

Focused on Fairy Luo Xiu’s movements in the distance, Gu Yiwu casually asked, "What’s up."

Behind him, all the scholars from Justice Hall revealed incredulous expressions, but said nothing.

Seeing his own scholars unresponsive, Gu Yiwu frowned and turned back, and when his gaze landed on someone’s side, where the table was conspicuously devoid of any piece of paper,

this burly man stiffened, his Adam’s apple bulging as though he had swallowed quietly.

He stared blankly at Zhao Rong, probing, "Zi... Ziyu, where is your quatrain?"

Zhao Rong passed the tea cup back to the bright-eyed little girl behind him.

He looked up at the scholars behind Gu Yiwu and sighed softly.

"Here, she brought it."

Under countless gazes, Fairy Luo Xiu walked past the seemingly stunned scholars including Gu Yiwu,

the breathtaking girl carefully pinched the corners of the envelope with both hands, her steps deliberate, and directly approached the calmly composed young Confucian scholar, bowing her head and lowering her gaze as if too shy to look at him...