My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 581 - 371 Young Master is Like the Lover in My Dreams (Part 2) (Extra for March Monthly Ticket!)

The lady’s voice was melodious and elegantly understated.

"May I inquire if you are Zhao Ziyu, Young Master Zhao?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "Indeed, it is I."

Luo Xiu suddenly raised her head, fixing her gaze on him as she said with lively charm, "This humble girl is quite fond of the young master’s poetry."

"Do you also enjoy drawings for amusement? Well, if you like it, I’ll give it to you."

"Thank you, Young Master."

"No need for thanks, a poem every seven breaths, plenty to spare, if you want more, I have them," Zhao Rong said modestly as he waved his hand.

The other onlooking guests eyed Zhao Rong, who had captivated a fairy, with varied looks as they secretly inhaled sharply upon hearing about the seven breaths poetry.

Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall Academy couldn’t help but twitch their lips fiercely.

A certain maid couldn’t contain her laughter, her eyes sparkling as she watched the object of her affection admired by all.

Luo Xiu’s eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong’s face, and she softly added, "Young Master is truly impressive, to create within just seven breaths, truly deserving of the term great talent."

Hisss, if you are going to praise me like that, this young master will not be modest.

Thinking this, Zhao Rong looked at her appreciatively and replied, "The lady has good insight, I keep a tool hidden on me, yet you still spotted it with your perceptive eyes."

"The young master is quite humorous."

"The lady is very honest."

"Young master mustn’t wound Xiu’er so."

"My lady, I merely speak plainly."

"......"

A session of mutual flattery left the stunning girl somewhat speechless, as she no longer continued the banter but instead lightly nodded her head, then directly addressed the matter at hand.

Her smile radiated as she said, "Thank you for the poem, Young Master. Xiu’er has nothing to offer in return, only this frail body and modest capacity. Tonight, may Xiu’er... make the bed and fold the blankets for the young master, as a small token of gratitude? Additionally, Xiu’er admires the young master’s talent in poetry and would like to ask for guidance on the seven breaths poetry during the night..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of everyone present turned red with envy.

After a look of sorrow, Gu Yiwu and the students of Justice Hall Academy also filled their eyes with admiration.

All were gazing at the gently smiling Zhao Rong.

Such a ravishing beauty was almost throwing herself at him, her offer making her intentions crystal clear, essentially volunteering for his bedchamber.

This making the bed and teaching poetry, no matter how it’s done, isn’t it all up to your say in the end?

However, clearly not everyone saw it that way...

Zhao Rong, who had been smiling just a moment ago, suddenly turned serious, "Are you trying to impose yourself on me?"

His tone was wary, as if a boy should always protect himself when out and about.

Luo Xiu: "......"

All those present: "......"

"Young Master."

Luo Xiu fixed her gaze on Zhao Rong, calling out to him abruptly.

The ravishing girl tilted her head slightly, biting her lip, tears glittering in her eyes, evoking a sense of tender shyness and piteous affection.

She said word by word, "Please no longer demean Xiu’er. This servant has affection for you and earnestly requests the young master’s compassion to comb my hair."

Zhao Rong’s expression returned to calm as he studied the eyes of the brilliant girl in front of him, reminiscent of dazzling fireworks from the Li Territory, harboring colors of an unknown destiny.

He suddenly said something unexpected, "Can you just not have it combed?"

Luo Xiu’s eyes remained intently on Zhao Rong, biting her red lips till they turned pale, shook her head earnestly, and the next second, she lowered her eyes demurely as she approached Zhao Rong, her sleeves carrying a waft of enchanting fragrance, meekly serving him food and pouring tea.

A golden belle, adding fragrance with her red sleeves, tended to Zhao Rong with utmost gentleness.

The clean official who had been pure and untarnished for over a decade, possessing a rare Famous Furnace, transformed into a clingy kitten, longing for her master’s affection.

Zhao Rong leaned back slightly as she came close to nestling into his arms, and even bent her leg to sit on Zhao Rong’s thigh, but luckily he was quick enough to spread his legs apart in time.

Indeed, he did not let the stunning girl take the slightest advantage.

Thinking of oiling up this young master? Not so easy.

Zhao Rong’s actions left everyone in the hall dumbfounded. Just how come you’re so experienced?

And as for Luo Xiu, the breathtaking fairy who just a moment ago all the men were eagerly pursuing, her relentless pursuit of Zhao Rong left the whole place utterly silent.

This is so unfair, isn’t it?

Especially behind the pursued Zhao Rong stood another girl, equally gorgeous and with a lithe and graceful air, frowning and staring at Luo Xiu, clearly displeased on her little face.

Some dying of drought, others drowning in floods! How is this fair?

Even Gu Yiwu, who always considered himself to have a good mental composure, felt dumbstruck, internally criticizing the situation.

"Young Master, try this dish. It’s a specialty of the Zuixian Building, soft and flaky, leaving a lingering fragrance on your lips."

"..."

"Young Master, make room for me to squeeze in."

"..."

"Young Master, I tasted it, and the tea is still a bit hot, let me blow on it for you."

"Fairy, please behave yourself!" Zhao Rong, who was being flirtatiously harassed, finally couldn’t help but speak out.

"Do you really want to know how heavy these sleeves are, young master?"

"..." Zhao Rong.

After being speechless for a while, Zhao Rong sighed softly, spread his hands, and gave Gu Yiwu and his classmates a helpless look that was all too clear.

I really don’t want to tend to her hair.

"???" The students.

Their expressions at this moment were roughly like this:

(／‵Д′)／~╧╧

Are we still able to have fun anymore!

However, the friends from Mochi Academy were mostly just internally complaining, but a certain person who had been ignored by everyone for so long that they had almost forgotten about him, upon seeing this scene of the fairy throwing herself into a man’s arms in pursuit, completely lost it.

"Stop right there, stop for this young master right now, this is so unfair, there must be some trickery going on!!"

The face of Shen Xu’s young master, originally pale, was now flush with an abnormal redness, turning red necked and furious, his tone filled with outrage.

"Why isn’t my entering-grade poem better than these mangy cats and dogs’ lousy poems!? His poems didn’t even make the grade, how do they compare with mine? Unfair! There’s definitely some trickery!!!"

The loud cries of Shen Xu’s young master broke the silence of the hall.

His expression was hysterical, as he pointed his finger accusingly at Zhao Rong with vehemence.

Crackle pop————!

Boom————!

In a flash, Shen Xu’s young master was sent flying backward. The spot where he had stood, at head-height, was now scattered with a mishmash of broken bits ’bursting forth’ in the air.

These were the frothy splashes of water, high-quality Spirit Tea Leaves, and shards of a patterned ceramic tea cup, dancing in every direction. Amidst them, a few drops of blood were visible.

Clearly, a few breaths earlier, these fragments, except for the blood, were the combined form of a teacup quietly filled with hot tea.

The next second.

These shards of the teacup clattered to the ground, but oddly enough, the tea-scented liquid that had been in the cup remained suspended in mid-air, not a drop fell. Meanwhile, the few drops of fresh blood did, not staining the tea water Zhao Qian’er painstakingly brewed.

After being ’headshot,’ Shen Xu’s young master flew back five meters, crashing through three desks causing havoc. Then, he was caught by an agile attendant who padded the impact.

"Aaaaah————!"

In the midst of Shen Xu’s young master’s pig-slaughter-like wailing, Zhao Qian’er stepped forward calmly, still holding a teapot in her hand, but the small teacup she had been carrying was nowhere to be seen.

Her crisp voice echoed through Zuixian Building.

"Point a finger at my Rong’er again, and next time it won’t just be a teacup that breaks."

The young girl spoke lightly, her words barely falling when the tea water, which had been suspended in the air after the cup shattered, neatly leapt upwards, instantly transforming into a three-foot-long Water Sword so rapidly that no one could discern the merging process.

The next second, the misty, tea-scented, translucent Water Sword leapt again, appearing abruptly three feet above the now guarded Shen Xu’s young master’s forehead.

Over one’s head, three feet high, a Flying Sword looms.

The attendants who were about to protect Shen Xu’s young master shrank their pupils, stopping dead in their tracks, silent as Cold Cicadas in the face of the tea-scented Flying Sword capable of near-instantaneous movement.

A Sword Cultivator!

Zhao Qian’er narrowed her eyes slightly and suddenly spoke, "Did you hear that?"

"Aah! Aah!" Shen Xu’s young master, mid-wail, was terrified by the sudden appearance of the Flying Sword above him, its point aimed directly at him, tears and snot streaming down his face as he hurriedly nodded, "I heard, I heard... please save me, quickly save me..."

In spacious Justice Hall, despite many people being present, only one person’s screams could be heard, and the crowd remained silent.

Many guests looked on with grave expressions, at the beautiful young girl who was pouring tea for someone. They had thought she was just a pet concubine or a Maid of the young Confucian Scholar, a vase-like beauty.

Who would have thought she was actually an exceptionally rare female Sword Cultivator from the Great Li mountains!

In the hall, those guests with some knowledge of the world mixed shock with contemplation in their eyes, silently speculating about the true origins of these outsiders. They were clearly not from Li Territory... What were they here for? Especially that young Confucian Scholar who made Fairy Luo Xiu so smitten, quite odd indeed...

The air in the hall felt as if it were about to congeal, when suddenly, someone broke the tense silence.

"Actually."

Zhao Rong laughed softly, "I think what he said makes some sense."

He turned to look at Shen Xu’s young master, trembling under the sword tip.

Ah, why learn anything but how to be a brainless villain from the storybooks? It’s not easy to be a villain... Zhao Rong silently criticized internally.

Then, under the puzzled and curious gazes of everyone, Zhao Rong turned back around.

He looked at the stunning girl picking food quietly and spoke with a smile,

"Hmm, is there some trickery involved? Brother Gu Yiwu’s entering-grade poem failed to catch the young lady’s eye, yet my doggerel did."

Luo Xiu quietly tasted a bite of food, gently put down her chopsticks, nodded her head, and then shook it.

"Who says that an entering-grade poem is certain to please me?"

She raised her eyes to look at Zhao Rong’s face, speaking softly, "Xiu’er really likes the young master’s poems because... the young master is like the man of my dreams."

The hall quieted down once again.

Eyes turned towards a certain person’s face.

Zhao Rong: "..."

A certain young Confucian Scholar, deemed the dream man of a stunning Fairy, flushed with embarrassment.