My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 687 - 424 Zhao Rong: Can we have dinner together tonight? (End) (5600)

Chapter 687: Chapter 424 Zhao Rong: Can we have dinner together tonight? (End) (5600)

"Release her."

In the flower garden, a composed and intellectual woman clad in a Confucian robe stood between the young Confucian scholar and the girl with the fox-like eyes, yet the latter two’s hands were still joined.

At this moment, Zhu Yourong turned her head and softly spoke to Zhao Rong, who was holding onto the tearful fox demon without letting go.

Zhao Rong looked down, pursing his lips silently, tilting his head slightly, and frowning at her.

Zhu Yourong’s gentle and elegant face remained calm and collected. Her exquisite chin lifted slightly to meet his gaze.

The two, often in sync with each other’s thoughts and feelings, silently held each other’s gaze for a while.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and averted his gaze, the strength in his hand gradually lessening.

The little fox demon covered her mouth and took the opportunity to withdraw her hand.

However, just as she had escaped the clutches of the unfaithful man before her, the next second, another fair and delicate hand suddenly reached out and grasped her small hand.

"You... let go of me, don’t touch me," Su Xiaoxiao retracted her hand as if touching searing coals.

But just as the blue-clothed girl with her hands on her hips had said not long before, it seemed that she was indeed the weakest in Yilan Pavilion at that moment.

Zhu Yourong tenderly captured Su Xiaoxiao’s small hand.

She raised her eyes to look at the tearful girl with the fox-like eyes.

The hand that the little fox demon used to cover her mouth tightly clutched a sachet, now dampened by her tears.

"Don’t stand here, go wait somewhere farther away," Zhu Yourong instructed without turning her head back.

"Not leaving," Zhao Rong shook his head.

"Ask her if she wants to see you now," Zhu Yourong said softly.

Zhao Rong turned to look at Su Xiaoxiao, only to find her head bowed, her mouth covered, sobbing softly.

He said calmly, "I have something to say to her."

"You can wait until I’m finished," Zhu Yourong’s tone carried a rare firmness that brooked no argument.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment.

"You... don’t hurt her anymore."

His voice carried a tinge of melancholy for reasons unknown.

As his words fell, he lowered his head, took a handkerchief from his sleeve, and handed it to Zhu Yourong, without looking at Su Xiaoxiao who avoided his gaze. He turned and walked towards the entrance of the garden to wait, leaving the place to the two women.

Zhao Rong arrived at the entrance of the flower garden, raised his hand to rub his face, took a deep breath, and then looked back.

He saw Zhu Yourong, using his handkerchief to wipe Su Xiaoxiao’s tears while speaking softly to her.

The latter was very resistant but could not break free from her grasp. So she tried to cover her ears, though stopping one ear was futile...

Just then, Zhao Rong suddenly heard a noise from outside the flower garden.

He turned to look and saw three... four female figures approaching, ah, he almost missed the little girl in front because she was too short.

"Sister Yu, Sister Bi Fang, Sister Xueyou, this way, this way, he’s inside!"

Not far away, Jingzi was leading the way anxiously and excitedly, bringing Yu Huaijin and Li Xueyou, whom Zhao Rong hadn’t seen for a long time.

Behind them followed a frail girl like a drifting catkin, Yu Huaijin’s maid, the girl named Bi Fang who seemed to love snacking.

"Hurry up, don’t let him do something bad and get away with it..." the voice of the blue-clothed girl jumping with urgency carried from afar.

Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched, and despite his preoccupations, he couldn’t help wanting to hit someone — that petty little girl was asking for it.

Why would he run? It wasn’t his hands that initiated the contact anyway, and besides, Zhu Yourong merely took his hand to write something. Although Zhao Rong was still unclear about her intentions, considering their understanding and closeness, he felt it shouldn’t be any inappropriate insinuation.

However, at that moment, Jingzi and Yu Huaijin seemed to think otherwise. Soon, the four women hurried to the entrance of the flower garden and came upon Zhao Rong waiting there.

He stood at the entrance, arms tucked into his sleeves, blocking their view.

"Huh, why didn’t you run?" Jingzi was stunned, then she glared at him with her fierce little face.

Now with Sister Yu backing her, she was full of bravado.

Zhao Rong was speechless as he looked at the four people who had come in a rush as if to catch an adulterer.

His mouth curled slightly, and then dismissively, he said, "It’s done, so I came out."

"Done... it’s done!"

The blue-clothed girl, craning her neck to glimpse the scene inside the garden, was so startled that she jumped three feet high. The next second, she dashed past Zhao Rong and ran into the flower garden.

Unlike the impatient little girl, a certain gaunt and old-fashioned young lady was much steadier.

Yu Huaijin glanced at the young Confucian scholar in front of her, whom Teacher Zhu was very fond of, and who had a carefree nature. She took a step back and gave him a formal bow.

"Brother Zhao, with the exams approaching, why have you suddenly returned? Is it to seek Teacher Meng for something?"

First, Zhao Rong looked back at the situation with Su Xiaoxiao and Zhu Yourong, then turned around, his eyes downcast with thought, and casually cupped his hands in greeting, "I was close by, came to have a look, and I was thinking about Senior Yu and my colleagues as well."

Without giving a clear answer, he spoke offhandedly.

Yu Huaijin gave a slight frown.

He had singled her out in his speech, placing her ahead of his other colleagues.

The strict and stoic young lady frowned slightly and gave another formal bow, "Brother Zhao, please refrain from jesting."

Zhao Rong currently had no inclination to engage in an extensive dialogue with this uninteresting young lady who took every word and deed seriously, so he turned to greet Li Xueyou and Bi Fang instead.

He took another look.

Brother Xueyou was still the same, shy and demure like a maiden, hiding behind the shorter Yu Huaijin. When talking to him, her voice was soft and subdued, and occasionally for some reason, her face would suddenly turn red.

And Bi Fang, the frail and delicate girl at the back, after exchanging greetings with him, seemed to have fallen prey to her craving, taking out a bag of snacks and nibbling on them covertly while stealing glances at Yu Huaijin, who hadn’t turned back.