My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 597 - 381 They, Mine_2

Chapter 597: Chapter 381 They, Mine_2

Among them, many women looked anxiously at the fairy "Luo Xiu."

However, the girl, who was floating with celestial aura and supremely clean beauty, did not glance at them.

Today, for some unknown reason, Luo Xiu’s pristine forehead was dabbed with a bit of goose-yellow, seemingly to cover up color differences after washing something off. Her eyebrow makeup was smudged, covering some of the forehead paint, with strands of hair drifting down beside her temples.

The entire arrangement of her Flying Immortal hairdo was casual and lazy.

In this moment, she was serene and quietly elegant, her right hand lifting the sleeve of her left, holding a morsel of food up to Zhao Rong’s lips and quietly feeding him.

She acted dutifully, seemingly indifferent to the fact that the man she tenderly served and had to groom tomorrow morning could be a lecherous devil who might humiliate her in public at any instant, just like slapping Fairy Su’s buttocks.

Xue Can sighed inwardly.

At this point, Zhao Rong looked up and said,

"Do any of you have any further matters? If so, speak quickly. I promised my Qian’er that I’d return early, and there’s still much to do tonight."

He turned to glance at the especially well-behaved young girl, who upon hearing his words, sweetly smiled.

Mu Jin, silent up till now, prepared to speak.

They were here for two reasons.

Fist, to ascertain the attitudes of Zhao Rong and the other Confucian scholars from the academy and to establish good relations with them.

Simply put, serve them well, especially Zhao Rong, who was in charge of the consecration ceremony.

These twenty academy Confucian scholars presided over this grand consecration ceremony and represented the influential Linlu Academy from Wangque in the north, the very authority of authorities.

The success of the consecration ceremony in meeting the expectations of Her Majesty heavily depended on this seemingly frivolous and flirtatious Confucian scholar named Zhao, who had significant influence, perhaps even decisive.

Second, to promptly take them back to Hanjing without delay—the sooner, the better.

The Chief Musician, who took orders from only one woman in the Li Territory, broke the silence.

"Mr. Zhao, it is indeed late. We do not wish to disturb you and the fairies’ rest, nor the rest of the scholars. Now there is just one matter, Her Majesty in Hanjing has been expecting Mr. Zhao for a long time, hence she sent us to escort you and the other teachers.

"Perhaps you are unaware, but we in the Great Li have a few specialized Cloud Sea Ferries though seldom used, they are not comparable to the transnational ferries from the great immortal families in the mountains, but they are still quite fast.

"Now, Her Majesty has specifically dispatched a Cloud Sea Ferry, which can arrive at Xingzi Town by tomorrow to directly take Mr. Zhao and the party to Hanjing, saving a lot of time. What do you think, Mr. Zhao?"

Mu Jin spoke slowly, while Zhao Rong smiled and listened without uttering a word.

At this moment, all eyes fell on him, waiting for Zhao Rong’s response.

Yet Zhao Rong again left everyone hanging, showing no signs of having listened and maintaining an arrogant demeanor.

Mu Jin, seemingly not angered, patiently spoke up again in a soft voice.

While she was speaking, Zhao Rong leisurely lowered his head, reexamining the two stunning beauties who had thrown themselves into his embrace.

Su Qingdai wore a black Flowing Immortal Dress, her flesh smooth and her figure evenly proportioned, a handsome melon-faced beauty with a cold aura that suggested heat. Like her pitch-black dress, it left one wondering what lay beneath this veil of darkness, perhaps a heart ablaze with passion?

Cool on the outside, hot on the inside, desired but unattainable, stirring men’s restlessness.

Like a vermillion mole in a man’s heart.

Luo Xiu wore a purely white dress, her beauty pure and clean, resembling the popular first-love face from a past life—a petite, pretty, egg-shaped face, her demeanor utterly lucid and transparent.

Like the moonlight cherished in a man’s heart.

Suddenly, as Zhao Rong lowered his gaze, his eyebrows raised because he saw a scene he had never noticed before.

From his angle, beneath the hem of this little fairy Luo Xiu’s white dress, two dazzling, frost-white small feet appeared... She was actually barefoot and wearing simple wooden clogs, without stockings.

Previously, the trailing white dress had likely concealed them, unseen by anyone in the hall. However, now because she was sitting in Zhao Rong’s lap, it just so happened that he bumped into them...

Thus, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhao Rong couldn’t help but take several more glances at the scenery unseen by all.

However, in less than three breaths, the delicate frost-white small feet suddenly withdrew, vanishing beneath the dress.

Zhao Rong lifted his eyes to see the owner of the white feet, who bit her lip and focused her gaze on the porcelain bowl in her hands, not looking at him.

The surrounding people, puzzled by the sight, curiously watched.

Zhao Rong blinked.

At this moment, Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu—one in pure black, the other in pure white—were like day and night, sitting obediently on Zhao Rong’s legs, their warm thighs making contact with Zhao Rong’s, their full weight resting atop him, a sensation somewhat lingering and unforgettable.

At this time, Zhao Rong, as if no one else was present, examined the two beauties in his arms, his gaze a bit too unrestrained as others watched.

He felt that although both fairies from Li Territory were light, where they touched, there was substance.

But there were subtle differences.

For instance, the slender and well-proportioned Luo Xiu on his right leg seemed lighter, while the tall Su Qingdai on his left, with long legs that were somewhat more substantial, meatier, and hence heavier.

Also, the warmth from Luo Xiu’s hips was continuous and comforting.

Conversely, Su Qingdai’s hips were slightly cool, possibly because of the special material of her black Flowing Immortal Dress, likely a Magical Treasure, quite remarkable.

However, this stunning beauty now sitting on his left leg for a while had also slowly warmed up.