My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 483 - 328: Which Floor is Qing Jun On?

Zhao Lingfei had not expected Zhao Rong to have been listening in from behind all this time, nor had she expected that the "little Daoist" Tao Yuanran had referred to was her own husband.

But at that moment, she could not afford to think about these things, because... Zhao Rong’s actions were too intimate.

At this point, Zhao Rong was fixing Zhao Lingfei’s hair, and the two of them were already extremely close, face to face. He leaned slightly forward, which meant they were almost touching.

Zhao Lingfei was practically in Zhao Rong’s arms. She looked up, her eyes slightly turned upwards, reflecting his calm face and the hand raised to pick a leaf out.

They were surrounded by watchful eyes and the playful laughter of an elderly man in the pavilion.

The next second, Zhao Lingfei looked down, not daring to meet her husband’s gaze, and even leaned her upper body slightly back, trying to distance herself from the warm embrace that made her cheeks flush.

"Don’t move."

Zhao Rong took a small step forward, reaching to pluck a leaf from her hair and arrange her strands.

His tone was gentle, not commanding, yet Zhao Lingfei dared not move again; she quickly looked up to glance at his expression before bowing her head again and turning her face away.

The two of them drew even closer.

The surrounding gazes were all unusual.

Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong paid them no mind, as if they had quietly agreed before. It was their life together—what business was it of others?

She bit her lip, gazing down at his shoes and clothes, stretching a hand naturally to start straightening his waistband under the scrutiny of all present.

Zhao Lingfei was like a little wife welcoming her husband home, gentle in her actions while she quietly said, "You, how did you come here?"

Ignoring some of the straight stunned looks, Zhao Rong replied with a light chuckle, "I missed you, can’t I come? Hmm, every time it’s Qing Jun visiting me, this time I came to check on the post myself."

Zhao Lingfei forgot her shyness, couldn’t help but look up and glared at him, her tone slightly aggrieved, "Alright, check then. I’m now surrounded by so many men, all attending a class together, does it make you jealous?"

Although she spoke defiantly, her heart genuinely tasted as sweet as honey.

Zhao Rong did not cease his movements, adjusting the jade hairpin stuck in her hair, and playfully played with a lock of hair that curled around his finger.

He blinked, "Jealous, of course I’m jealous, it’s killing me, husband here. Later, tell them not to skip class."

Zhao Lingfei’s eyes widened slightly, and she quickly bumped her fair forehead against his robust chest, her tone half stern and half endearing, "You, don’t you dare do anything foolish."

Zhao Rong, with a stern face, replied, "No, let them not skip class."

Zhao Lingfei said anxiously, "Rong’er, don’t misunderstand, Qing Jun hasn’t paid any attention to them..."

Zhao Rong shook his head, his tone serious and earnest.

"It won’t do, we must have them stay. Foolish woman, they are all your fellow disciples at Tranquility Mansion; naturally, we meet whether we look up or bow down. I must dig into my pockets and treat them to a meal. You’re too introverted and reserved; we still need to maintain basic social courtesy."

Zhao Lingfei: "......"

Zhao Qian’er: "......"

Zhao Lingfei pinched and twisted the flesh around his waist with her hand.

Looking up again, she glared at him, "You’re such a tease."

Zhao Rong just smiled, but secretly drew a breath.

Zhao Lingfei quickly let go, her soft, boneless hand gently massaging around her husband’s waist.

She thought for a moment, her hair lightly shaking.

"Forget it, husband, let’s not host a dinner after all, I’m really not close with them. However, I do have some rapport with a few sisters from the mansion; if you really want to host, I can call them over."

Zhao Lingfei paused for a moment, then added nonchalantly, "By the way, husband, Fairy Liu is also around. We might as well invite her too."

Zhao Rong continued his gentle work on her hair, his expression unchanging, his face showing a smile, shaking his head.

"I have no reason to treat your sisters; we’ve met at the Nuanyi Gathering before. As for the relationship with your sisters, I trust your handling. Let’s not bother with hosting; I am a Confucian scholar, and privately, I must avoid misunderstandings."

"Hmm." Zhao Lingfei nodded thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on Zhao Rong, and she said casually:

"We can talk about my sisters later. But for Fairy Liu, her tea has been put off by you for too long. Now that Fairy Liu is here, you should drink it."

Zhao Rong continued arranging his wife’s hair gently. At that statement, his gaze didn’t shift in the slightest.

A man’s intuition told Zhao Rong:

Danger!

Without even looking, he knew Qing Jun and Qian’er were definitely examining his expression at that moment. freewebnoveℓ.com

And both women’s gazes were almost materializing.

Zhao Rong could feel it.

He even knew very clearly that he needed to answer this question within a couple of breaths, and provide a satisfactory response without any hesitation.

Otherwise, even if he replied just one second late, Zhao Rong wouldn’t dare to think about holding Qing Jun’s hand to walk out of the gate of the Taiching Prefecture today, let alone thinking about trying the cafeteria food before descending the mountain—those were mere flights of fancy.

If not handled well, even little Qian’er might ignore him.

The moment Lingfei’s voice fell, it took less than a moment for Zhao Rong, whose survival instinct was so strong it could be called his Innate Divine Ability, to travel a thousand miles in his thoughts.

He suddenly frowned, looking down at Lingfei, his voice filled with confusion:

"Qing Jun, what do you mean by I keep dragging it out without drinking? That Fairy... is she called Fairy Li?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Forget it, it doesn’t matter what her surname is, Qing Jun, it’s not that I’m dragging it out. Why should I drink that Fairy’s tea? Her offering me tea was peculiar enough, how did it become a question of whether I drink it?"

He said with a helpless smile:

"Qing Jun, I did hear a bit about it, but I’m not her teacher in any way. Wasn’t it that little girl Green Pearl who filled in that ’play’ word later on?"

"Well, it might be a little inspiration from me, and Green Pearl is either brilliantly clever or luckily muddled her way through, but what does her later affair have to do with me?"

Zhao Rong decisively threw out a philosophical question that transcended the ages:

"When someone gets injured while fencing, should the injured party go looking for trouble with the swordsmith? Uh, what kind of sword is that then?"

Lingfei bit her lip and exchanged a glance with Zhao Qian’er.

The little girl’s eyes showed admiration as she slightly nodded at the indignant Zhao Rong, signaling to Lingfei, "Well, well, that’s barely passing."

Lingfei remained non-committal.

As if nothing had happened, she didn’t bring up the topic again.

Zhao Rong, observing his wife continue to tenderly straighten his clothes and quietly observing her mood, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He internally exclaimed, "That was close!"

The key issue with that earlier question from Qing Jun wasn’t about whether or not he drank the tea; if you think that was the issue, then you are only seeing what lies on the second layer.

Then standing on the third layer to answer that he would absolutely not drink Liu Kongyi’s tea.

Well, congratulations, upon looking up, you would realize that Qing Jun is actually on the fourth layer.

You can forget about joining your son for a meal in the cafeteria at that point.

Thus, to ensure he could compete with his son for food, Zhao Rong took his stand on the fifth layer.

If he only focused on the issue of drinking the tea or not, no matter how resolute his answer, wouldn’t he be acknowledging that he was inevitably Liu Kongyi’s ’mentor’ and had an intricate connection with her?

Ah, Qing Jun, this is all wordplay.

Between the lines, it’s all schemes, one could easily fall into them without noticing.

Zhao Rong remained cautiously alert.

His wife was mostly gentle and obedient, but occasionally, for some unknown reason, she would come up with several life-threatening questions.

The crux was that these lethal questions were hidden behind the everyday affection, making it unclear whether she really meant them, if they were spontaneous female intuitions, or if they were meticulously premeditated and committed to memory...

Just then, Zhao Qian’er, seeing that Rong’er’s eyes were only for the young mistress, looked displeased. She tilted her little head and leaned over. Her fairy-like adorable charm slanted to one side as her hair bun shifted.

"Rong’er, I want it too."

The little girl nudged her small head, signaling Zhao Rong to also sort hers out.

Zhao Rong chuckled and lifted his hand to slightly straighten her hair.

While Zhao Rong was whispering with Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er, the other people around them grew restless.

The clearing became quiet, all eyes on the affectionate trio.

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.

Hey, you lovebirds, enough is enough; can you stop flaunting your affection? Teacher Tao is still lecturing.

And it’s almost lunchtime; can you spare us some appetite?

Lingfei also seemed to feel something inappropriate about the setting they were in.

Whether she felt shy or thought the people around were a nuisance wasn’t clear.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as her gentle hand tugged at Zhao Rong’s clothes.

Lingfei glanced sideways at the pavilion, where Tao Yuanran was waiting quietly with a genial face, as if he was waiting for the couple to finish their intimacies.

She pursed her lips, took a step forward, "Teacher Tao, I’m sorry..."

Lingfei’s words suddenly halted because Zhao Rong had already taken her hand and, standing in front of her like a mountain, faced the crowd to speak...

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