My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 680 - 419 Pure White Cold Palace So White, Whiter Than the Third Canteen’s... (This Chapter is Filler)

Chapter 680: Chapter 419 Pure White Cold Palace So White, Whiter Than the Third Canteen’s... (This Chapter is Filler)

Qing Jun was, after all, a Fairy of stunning beauty, her grace profound and affection far-reaching, pure and genuine. Her skin was delicate and smooth with an even distribution of flesh and bone, and at this moment, she wore only a sheer pink midriff, which, despite its snug and slender fit, only served to highlight her exquisitely sculpted figure.

In the mandarin duck bath, the beauty was enchanting, with warm spring water caressing creamy skin, a scene of coy rain and shy clouds filled with thick emotion, every frown and smile dripping with allure.

Her soaked thin silk clung tightly, revealing a clear and icy complexion, with a snowiness that was as fragrant as cream, too embarrassed to face her beloved:

"Don’t look, don’t look..."

Zhao Rong nodded, and the very next second, he stopped looking and instead, leaned forward.

Held like a pipa at an angle in embrace, left to the mercy of fingers that play the notes of Gong Shang.

Gently gathering, slowly twisting, smudging then provoking, first Ni Chang then Liu Yao...

In the mandarin duck bath, the ducks began their playful frolic.

The spring water was warm early on, but eventually, there would be a cool moment.

Yet with clouds so dense and rain so slick, who would notice the water’s chill?

Zhao Rong and Consort Ling abided by their mutual understanding as per their original agreement.

He refrained from taking the jade, allowing Qing Jun to maintain her last line of defense with that pink midriff from Su Xiaoxiao.

However, the glories of spring could not be locked away, and for a certain young Confucian scholar, there was still so much to do, especially having coaxed the lady into the water—it had many implications.

Although the doors were firmly shut at this time, if someone were to peek stealthily, they would behold a sight that would make their eyes pop:

A delicate figure, like a lotus bulb floating on the waves, playing coy in the sparkling dew.

Slim arms brushing away fragrance, a slender waist causing ripples to dance forth.

Radiant like the morning glow on bones, and skin cool as snow.

A hint of tenderness piercing through the twin buds, a trace of spring hidden in the subtle belly button. A flaw in the red scarf is deadly, the white tiger subtly exposed...

At this time, from behind the screen in the room,

Someone caught a glimpse of the real face of Mount Lu revealed by the lady and was abruptly stunned, halting all his movements.

"Qing Jun, this... this..."

"Don’t say another word, don’t say another word!" the woman with autumnal eyes, whose truth was now glaringly ’exposed’ to the world, hastened in embarrassment.

She gently pushed him away, yet her voice trembled slightly, her cheeks flushing with a startled crimson.

For it turned out that someone had forgotten himself in his joy and suddenly dove in headfirst, rushing over in eagerness. And immediately, there was a tumult in the spring water... Yes, Qing Jun felt the same.

In the midst of the woman’s delicate cry, water splashed all around inside the tub.

Afterward, one stood, half in water, half out, while the other he had lifted seemed to be ’forced ashore.’

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but widen his eyes, his gaze not shifting for a second from that glowingly pure and white exquisite landscape, "Why didn’t you tell me sooner!"

"..." The woman with autumnal eyes was too flustered to speak. She extended her hands forward in panic, trying to push him away, but her efforts were feeble. Overpowered and folded into a vulnerable position, with her delicate sense of modesty, how could she withstand this?

The standing Zhao Rong felt as if he had opened the door to a new world, and the more he admired, the wider his eyes opened.

Because of their sudden movement, there, before his eyes, the Sword Immortal lady’s figure glistened as drops of water slid along curves that even the creator would marvel at. He suddenly recalled a line from a famous article he had once read in a past life:

After traveling six or seven miles, I gradually heard the sound of water babbling, pouring out between two peaks—it must be the brewing springs. With peaks turning and paths winding, there appeared a pavilion that gently overlooked the spring, it was Zuiweng Pavilion...

"Rong’er, let me down, let me down at once," Qing Jun pleaded with urgent embarrassment.

Zhao Rong, as if lost in the beautiful scenery, seemed not to hear. He stared intently, murmuring softly, "The old drunkard’s interest is not in the wine, but lies within the mountains and rivers..."

So that was it... Zhao Rong had realized.

Playing the zither was not as interesting; he too wished to recite poetry with his mouth while wandering amidst the mountains and rivers. Especially since the landscape of his home was rather unique, it deserved a thorough exploration.

Zhao Rong never expected such delightful affairs before, always believing that the exotic things mentioned in rumors were just exquisite delicacies for other people’s enjoyment. He would just listen and admire from afar, yet now he suddenly discovered that his own third canteen seemed to possess a top-grade dish.

So far away yet so close at hand.

The third canteen, absolutely stellar.

Hmm, Zhao Rong had been busy with important matters these past days, and so... he was ravenously hungry. Although he couldn’t reach yet, and couldn’t openly enter the first two canteens of his sons, he still couldn’t barge into this third canteen that belonged to him, but there was plenty of time in the future. For now, he could try out the appetizers from a small window outside the third canteen, for example, um, tasting this white and steamy bun first, his latest discovery at the third canteen—the white bun, hot and appetizing, also filling and long-lasting. Enough said, time to dig in.

In a flash, Zhao Rong bowed his head to delve into the landscapes. He completely ignored the wide-eyed, grunting reactions of a certain autumn-eyed lady.

What followed was another bout of turmoil.

Right then and there, at the small window outside the third canteen, Zhao Rong dug into his meal heartily while stammering endless praise:

"Mmm, good, let’s not talk about it, mmm, but you stay still. Your husband is very pleased, cough cough, I didn’t expect Qing Jun to have hidden such a fine dish, mmm Qing Jun, could it be that our third canteen is also a Pure White Cold Palace?"

While he was busy sampling the new flavors, his words trailed off and stammered, seeming utterly satisfied with a joyful tone. The Pure White Cold Palace, white as can be, whiter than the third canteen’s...

"Stop talking..." Faced with the pleasant surprise of selfishly indulging, Lingfei wanted to thump Zhao Rong but the current position made it inconvenient to pound on his chest, and she couldn’t bear to hit Zhao Rong’s head, which was lowered in eating buns. Although she didn’t understand what exactly the Pure White Cold Palace meant in her husband’s mouth, she vaguely realized something, sure that he was teasing her.

Lingfei’s makeup smeared and hair disheveled, her moans became weaker, unable to resist him. Her clenched fists would hurt her own heart, and in the end, she could only let out a sob with her whole body blushing, her upper half bent forward in an embrace, holding his head tight. Ten slender fingers buried in his thick black hair, clutching it very tightly.

She appeared to be shivering from the cold autumn wind, the autumn-eyed lady quivering in a regular rhythm.

This transient moment, oh how time flies, he was as eloquent as ever, as fleeting as a glimpse, um. Time passed extremely quickly.

Before long, Zhao Rong finally put down the bowl from the third canteen, content. Seemingly worried about his wife catching a cold from the shivering, he tidied up and dried her off, then carried her princess-style to rest on the bed.

He had already brought back the bedding earlier and had made the bed in advance.

The two of them continued their journey around the mountain and the water, renewing their past connection.

This time was a little different.

Zhao Rong felt he couldn’t just be idle and wait for things to happen, so while admiring the mountains and water, he once again earnestly taught Qing Jun the Swordsmanship Mnemonic and finger techniques, carefully instructing her on its essence.

Lingfei, with her exceptional talent in Sword Dao, was tired from her strenuous journey through the mountains and water and felt slightly worn out and weak. Her husband kept on without a break, causing waves upon waves in her already unsettled state. Nevertheless, under Zhao Rong’s clear and simple guidance, she fulfilled her duties as an obedient wife, insisting on learning the secrets of swordsmanship, determined to repay her husband’s kindness, much to his satisfaction.

...

By the east fence beside the bed, she snuggles close to her lover, shivering.

As the white tiger, she finds it hard to teach her husband to treat her with wild affection.

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(PS: Well, went on a material hunt, it’s quite draining, a bit short, I will add another Chapter tonight...)