My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 600 - 382: Zhao Rong Dabbles, Qingdai Sucks Finger - The Most Romantic Nanshan Grade Poem in the World (Part 1)_2

Chapter 600: Chapter 382: Zhao Rong Dabbles, Qingdai Sucks Finger - The Most Romantic Nanshan Grade Poem in the World (Part 1)_2

What was he writing?

Su Qingdai had thought that Zhao Rong was about to again use the rouge from her lips for some disgraceful act; however, to her surprise, he suddenly became serious.

Yes, as he used the finger that had stolen her rouge to write on her sleeve, all expressions on his suddenly gaunt face converged, and his demeanor transformed entirely, as if it were an instinct honed over many years. Once he bowed his head to write, he became completely engrossed.

He calmed down completely.

The atmosphere on the scene also fell into a brief silence.

Su Qingdai bit her lip, observing the intensely focused profile of this young Confucian Scholar as he wrote. His nose was prominent, his eyes fixedly staring at her sleeve, unwavering. There wasn’t a trace of his previous frivolous demeanor or his invasive gaze.

Including Su Qingdai, the women present, mostly with their refined and sensitive minds, were momentarily stunned by the sudden contrast before them, unable to help but take a closer look at Zhao Rong.

Su Qingdai slightly lowered her head, her expression slightly bewildered, "What... what are you doing?"

"Green Jade... Case?"

She, clad in a black dress, instantly locked eyes, just like the others who had gathered around to watch, captivated by the rows of sentences forming on her sleeve.

Su Qingdai subconsciously muttered under her breath: "The east wind unfurls flowers on a thousand trees. More blow down... stars... like rain... The scented carriages fill the roads. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot shifts... one night, fish and dragons dance."

She paused, her tone gradually lowering: "Butterflies on willows and Golden Threads. Laughter and whispers vanish amidst the faint fragrances."

Su Qingdai’s words halted because Zhao Rong stopped writing at this point.

Gu Yiwu slightly furrowed his brow, "Is Ziyu composing a poem? Is there more to follow?"

While he spoke thus, his eyes on the poem also shook their heads, as did the other scholars, their expressions somewhat perplexed because, in their view, this poem mostly lacked anything that particularly dazzled them.

It was simply describing a bustling festival scene.

Among the crowd that had drawn close to watch, one who understood poetry and lyrics furrowed her brows then shook her head in disapproval:

"A night where fish and dragons dance? The word choice is indeed beautiful—the thousands of flowers, rain of stars... fireworks, rich imagination. But apart from portraying a lively grandeur, does it offer anything else? What exactly is he writing, smearing it casually on a lady’s sleeve?"

Fearing the ’lewd’ influence of a certain young Confucian, although she spoke softly, her voice still slipped into almost everyone’s ears at the scene.

Xue Can and Mu Jin exchanged glances, each seeing the look of helplessness in the other’s eyes. Tonight’s farce... How is this Mr. Zhao not stopping yet?

Su Qingdai looked again at Zhao Rong’s calm and focused profile; his left hand still clutched her sleeve, but his right hand, the one that was writing, had stopped, now dipping into a wine cup washing his fingers.

Su Qingdai sighed lightly, and gently but forcefully tugged her hand, yet she could not break free. She pursed her lips, "Young Master Zhao, have you drawn enough? I am truly weary tonight..."

But in the next second, his voice came again.

"Borrow a bit more."

Having said this, without waiting for her reaction, Zhao Rong raised his hand—his finger, now wet with wine, ’stole’ some more rouge and continued calmly, bowing his head.

There’s more?

The gaze of the crowd on the scene turned a bit helpless; Su Qingdai barely had time to react when she felt the taste of the alcohol burst on her lips.

Just as Zhao Rong’s finger traced the final stroke, he stopped writing, looked up quietly at them,

and the air seemed to solidify momentarily.

The next second.

Darkness engulfed everyone.

All light was lost, blanketed in pitch black.

Everyone was shocked and began to rise, but all sounds were swallowed by the silence.

Mu Jin and Li Mingyi couldn’t help but look solemn.

While everyone was stunned, a breeze of unknown origin swept through the tightly shut hall of the darkened Zuixian Building.

In the endless darkness, uncountable lanterns emerged overhead, swaying in the wind.

As if conjuring flowers on a thousand trees.

The fireworks disordered, cascading downwards.

The stars in the sky seemed to have been blown down, falling like showers of stars.

Gu Yiwu, Xue Can, Chen Er, and eighteen Liuyue Ladies and others were stunned in place.

They only felt that the pitch-black surroundings were suddenly illuminated, by stars that had fallen, floating around them, forming a Milky Way of the human world.

And in the center of this galaxy was... a stunningly beautiful woman with an icy demeanor, dressed in a black gown, her left sleeve now filled with the brightest stars of the night sky.

Her stunning face, slightly blank, shone bright under the starlight.

Unbelievably radiant, captivating everyone’s attention.

Gu Yiwu, Xue Can, and the others widened their eyes, while the previously straightforward Liuyue Lady who commented on the poetry was completely stiffened, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Reality and illusion inverted, heaven and earth turned upside down, spontaneously creating a small world... This... This is..." She took several deep breaths, slowly speaking of a scene she had only read about in books, "This is... Nanshan Grade!"

"Teacher Zhao’s verse is Nanshan Grade!"

This statement was like a thunderclap on flat ground, resounding in everyone’s ears.

The air in the ground floor hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Su Qingdai now felt as though she was in another world, where everyone else had disappeared.

She seemed to ascend, soaring above the Nine Heavens, with the starlight pouring out from her left sleeve, all the stars escaping her sleeve revolving around her.

The sounds of luxurious carriages and horses filled her ears, a variety of intoxicating scents enveloping her senses, and the delightful sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere. Fish and dragon-shaped lanterns tumbled about.

In this bustling prosperity, endless radiance flowed.

Su Qingdai stared blankly at the sudden scene around her.

Her gaze slowly descended, alighting on the flowing lines of rouge-colored cursive script on her left sleeve. She saw the Confucian Scholar who had lightly teased her moments ago, who had used the rouge from her lips to add the final line of text, completing the lower verse.

"Eyebrows of moth-like delicacy, willow-like gold thread. Her laughter and scent fading into the air... I searched for him in the crowd, again and again... and suddenly turning around, there he was... at the place where the lanterns dim."

The usually cold fairy-like woman with red lips murmured, slowly lifting her head, her eyes filled with the dazzling scene of stars ahead.

Before her, was the world’s utmost bustling excitement, too dazzling to take in, just like the first half of the newly composed Nanshan Grade "Green Jade Case".

The latter half, however, turned unexpectedly, especially the last line, which was like the finishing touch of a dragon painting...

"My... my fated prince... I searched for him... again and again..." Su Qingdai, lost in the prosperous noise before her, suddenly narrowed her eyes, her long lashes trembling.

The next moment she suddenly turned around.

Behind her not a single star, yet under the dim afterglow of the prominent, bustling starlight coming forth, there was a lone silhouette of a young Confucian Scholar, quietly lowering his gaze, washing the rouge off his fingertips.

The bustle around and the serenity seemed irrelevant to him.

At one moment, Zhao Rong raised his head, smiling as he met her gaze, "Spacing out again."

Su Qingdai, rooted to the spot, suddenly came to her senses.

Her chest heaving dramatically, she took a deep breath.

In an instant, all the starlight and the mirage of dancing fish and dragons rapidly contracted towards her center.

If there had been someone skilled in watching energies standing above Xingzi Lake, looking down at this grand pavilion called Zuixian Building, they would have noticed a dramatic fluctuation of spiritual energy within several miles around the pavilion, which soon led to a brief thinning of the spiritual energy!

The phenomenon caused by the Nanshan Grade "Green Jade Case" vanished without a trace in less than half a moment.

The hall of Zuixian Building seemed to have returned to its original state.

Only now, the world was one less Nanshan Grade poem written with a woman’s rouge.

And there was one more woman Daoist Cultivator in the Heavenly Will Realm.

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PS: Ah, there’s one more Chapter, I won’t pigeon... If I pigeon, I’m a puppy!