My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 681 - 420 Qing Jun Wields Sword to Slay the Azure Dragon

Chapter 681: Chapter 420 Qing Jun Wields Sword to Slay the Azure Dragon

Ziyu freely played with the white tiger, while Qing Jun wielded her sword to decapitate the azure dragon.

Brows hid shyness and frequently gathered, while her lips, like soft butter, were warm and melting.

In the daylight, at East Fence Small House.

On the bed in the north room, there hung white curtains, which at first glance seemed to be embroidered with a pattern of phoenixes and luan birds in disarray. But on closer inspection, it turned out that the thin gauze of the curtain merely reflected the scene behind it. This depiction of tangled phoenixes and luan birds truly represented lovers’ entwining madness—the ancients indeed didn’t lie.

Following that was the pilgrimage of a hundred birds, the phoenixes and luan birds sang in chorus, soaring high, and in a moment, feathers fluttered colorfully.

Inside the dining hall of the Old Zhao Family.

Guiding his wife in the Swordsmanship Mnemonic, Zhao Rong spared no effort and held nothing back.

The grace of dripping water was met with the return of a gushing spring.

Today, the dining hall of the Old Zhao Family finally closed for the day.

Zhao Rong led by example, adhering to the Old Zhao Family’s spirit of thrift and economy, not wasting any food, cleaning his plate completely, participating in the "Clean Plate Campaign," causing Lingfei to widen her beautiful eyes, seemingly lost in a daze.

Later, in another dining hall, Lingfei, who managed to regain her senses with difficulty, expressed helplessness under her husband’s expectant gaze, paused for a moment, then glanced again at her husband who had shared all he knew. Her beautiful long eyelashes trembled slightly, and once more she lowered her delicate head, her red lips parted slightly, taking small bites until she had finished the meal on her plate.

When Lady Qing Jun ate, her unfamiliar yet diligent and cute manner was very endearing. Zhao Rong sighed deeply, nodded gently, and contently stroked his wife’s pretty head, his fingers carefully sorting out her messy, cascading hair. He tied up her locks into a simple high ponytail, resting it over her fragrant shoulders for her convenience.

Qing Jun’s eyes slightly rolled upwards, her gaze cool yet charming, seemingly giving her husband a grateful look. Zhao Rong smiled and, without bothering her further, gently cradled Qing Jun’s lovely face, adoring and cherishing it.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

After Zhao Rong and Lingfei had eaten and drunk their fill, they returned home contentedly.

The journey was silent, as if quietly savoring the meal from the dining hall.

"My lady?"

"Hmm..." Lingfei responded lazily, her autumnal eyes glancing sleepily, as if full.

"You actually launched a surprise attack just now," Zhao Rong frowned, a completely unexpected move, but fortunately, he was prepared and managed to suppress the overwhelming onslaught with a sweeping move.

"Who, who let you play dirty first? Besides... are you despising me?" Their current position made her want to lift her legs and kick Zhao Rong, but she was indeed too lazy to even lift a finger now, so she let the scoundrel off for the time being.

As everyone knows, it’s not advisable to exercise vigorously after eating.

However, someone still seemed full of energy, if not for the lady seemingly satiated, turning into a lazy kitten sprawled on the table without moving, he probably would have dragged her to another dining hall again.

At this moment, Zhao Rong said seriously, "Not despising at all, not at all. As long as it’s your cooking, even if it’s plain steamed buns and clear broth, I love it. I wouldn’t despise it, but... today’s Clear Broth with Steamed Buns indeed had a bit too much." He exhaled lightly, raising his hand to wipe it off.

"You, don’t mention it again."

Lingfei’s demeanor was languid and shy as if made of water, her voluptuous eyebrows softly arched. She was just able to move slightly, her graceful fingers gently pinching her husband in secret, telling him not to act cute.

Zhao Rong caught her daring little hand.

"You’re so heavy, you’re crushing me," he blinked and said, neither able to see the other’s expression.

"Just crush you to death," Lingfei’s voice drifted softly from the other end, tickling the heart like a soft white feather, very enticing.

She lightly tilted her head, biting her slightly dry lips, "If I’m fat, I’m fat, it’s only your wife who’s fat anyway, and you’re the one suffering, I don’t mind."

"Cough, cough." Zhao Rong chuckled and shook his head, seeing that his lady was getting smarter by the day, making it hard to tease her anymore.

After a quiet moment, he suggested, "My lady, why don’t you move a bit, stop crushing me."

Lingfei, lazy and coquettishly tired after the meal, was like a slothful little pig, especially since her comforting husband was right beside her, accompanying her during this rare moment of peace.

At that moment, Lingfei’s eyes remained half-closed, she gently hummed but did not respond. She continued to lie on her mischievous husband, using him as a pillow, and drifted beautifully to sleep.

Zhao Rong waited a while and called again, "My lady?"

After a silent moment, when Qing Jun did not respond, Zhao Rong muttered to himself, shook his head, and began to busy himself with other things.

However, he quickly noticed the pair of beautiful, fair, long legs pressing down on him. Actually, since the beginning of the year when he first ’saw his lady upon waking from a great dream,’ he had been fixated on them. These were indeed the most perfectly straight and shapely legs Zhao Rong had ever seen, especially since beneath them there was a pair of delicate, frost-white golden lotus feet.

Where was his lady fat? Her proportions were just right, and she was truly slim where it mattered... Zhao Rong nodded appreciatively, stretching out his hand to capture a delicate white ankle, finding it incredibly exquisite and smooth.

Shortly afterward, not far from the dining hall, Zhao Rong couldn’t resist ordering a plate of braised pig’s trotters and started nibbling on them. The braised trotters were tender and fell apart in his mouth.

Realizing that her husband had ordered this dish again and was getting quite good at it, Lingfei immediately lost her sleepiness and woke up slightly.

She opened her eyes, raised her head, and said in a panic, "You... you really like this flavor, it’s always this, isn’t it... doesn’t it stink? Rong’er, stop eating, I want to sleep a bit more."

Zhao Rong, reluctant to put down his plate, mumbled unclearly, "How could it? Hmm, it’s quite fragrant. Why don’t you... hmm... try some?"

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