My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 175 - 156 A Letter from Su Xiaoxiao

Chapter 175: Chapter 156: A Letter from Su Xiaoxiao

Chapter 175: Chapter 156: A Letter from Su Xiaoxiao

After Jing Zi “hastily fled,” Zhao Rong patted his sleeves and, ignoring the gazes of the others, nonchalantly returned to his original spot to continue waiting outside the door.

However, having waited all day, he achieved nothing.

But Zhao Rong was already prepared for a struggle, so he was not in a hurry, unwilling to go to Qinglian Inn on Wutong Street in East City to wait for Qing Jun or to entrust the message from the Great Chu State Preceptor to someone else, unless absolutely necessary or if it took too much time.

Thinking thus, Zhao Rong packed up his belongings in the evening twilight but did not leave immediately.

He waited a while, and after most of the scholars had left, Zhao Rong once again took out paper, ink, brush, and inkstone and bowed his head to write a couplet.

He ascended the steps and walked to the tightly shut wooden door, carefully affixing the couplet.

Although he had won the noon wager, it was originally his fault for writing on that blue-clothed girl’s couplet, and her subsequent unreasonable tantrum had been dealt with by him, now compensating her with a couplet was about squaring things off.

Additionally, he had put some thought into this couplet as opportunities to enter the Academy were now rare, and he could not afford to let even the slightest chance slip by.

Zhao Rong glanced at the couplet on the wooden door, then turned and walked away.

Not long after he left, from the bamboo forest opposite the side door, a blue-clothed girl sneaked out and approached the wooden door where Zhao Rong had just lingered.

Jing Zi looked at Zhao Rong’s retreating figure and snorted softly. She then turned her head to scrutinize the new couplet on the door.

A door faces a thousand bamboos,

An academy hides ten thousand books.

Jing Zi stared intently at the couplet, her eyebrows raised not because of the couplet itself but because of the handwriting of the person who penned it.

Although she didn’t like calligraphy and thought that writing legibly was sufficient, she still possessed a decent level of appreciation, not needing to be as obsessed with characters as her own teacher.

The roguish scholar’s handwriting now didn’t bear the “confused style” from noon but showed a style of regular script she’d never seen before, quite unique.

Jing Zi shook her head, still unable to see any clear pattern. She raised her hand and tiptoed to take down the couplet, but her hand stopped midway in the air.

Turning her head, Jing Zi looked at the bamboo garden which faced the wooden door, verdant and dripping with green.

She had planted and tended to this bamboo forest, or rather, she was in charge of most of the flowers, plants, and trees within Linlu Academy.

The blue-clothed girl thought for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and snorted with laughter.

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The next morning.

After a night of cultivation, Zhao Rong suddenly opened his eyes and saw the dawn light breaking through the window.

He packed up the incense burner and checked the Qi Nan agarwood. What was once a full bag was now less than one-tenth remaining.

Zhao Rong sighed lightly. There was still a long way to go to break through to the Fu Yao Realm in the Grand Circulation, but with the help of Qi Nan agarwood, his progress was faster than he had originally anticipated.

He shook his head, gathered his belongings, and opened the door of the inn room, planning to continue waiting for an opportunity by the side door of the Academy that day.

As he was closing the door, Zhao Rong caught a glimpse of a blooming Mu Jin flower on a branch outside the window.

He paused his steps.

Not long ago, while rushing along the Li River, a silly girl had been eyeing the beautiful Mu Jin flowers, jumping at the base of the tree, reaching out to pick them while Zhao Rong, both amused and vexed, had lifted her high by hugging her small legs.

Then the little Fox Demon, giggling foolishly, had plucked a Mu Jin flower and placed it among her hair, holding his hand and asking him if she looked pretty, and if she did, to kiss her…

Zhao Rong’s gaze grew distant, and in a moment, he slightly furrowed his brow… wondering if the silly girl had found her great-grandmother… It’s not right… maybe he should check on her in a couple of days.

He pursed his lips. Although the little girl had boasted that Star-picking Tower was the safest place for little demons, he still couldn’t quite let go of his concerns.

She was so naive, probably would be counting coins even if she were sold, he thought.

As he descended the stairs, Zhao Rong pondered over this matter.

Just as he came down to the lobby, he caught sight of a familiar figure.

Zhao Rong expressed mild surprise, “Miss Lu.”

Lu Wan appeared to be speaking with the innkeeper at the front desk. At his words, she turned around, her smile bright, “Young Master Zhao, I have a letter from Miss Su.”

Zhao Rong was momentarily stunned…

A stick of incense later.

Zhao Rong saw off Lu Wan, having agreed on a method of contacting him for future meetings.

Back in his room at the inn, he smiled as he tucked away the pale pink letter in his hands.

He had already read it over at least ten times.

The silly girl, still the same as ever, wrote with crooked and twisted characters. Ahem, actually, Zhao Rong had wanted to teach her how to write several times, but each lesson would end up drifting into the bedding.

He bore some responsibility for her being academically weak.—Zhao Rong ground his teeth quietly.

But this letter was undoubtedly written by the little one, containing one of the secret codes they had previously agreed on to verify authenticity.

Besides, Zhao Rong was adept in calligraphy, so the handwriting couldn’t deceive him. He scanned the letter and spotted seven typos in just one sentence.

Really, you silly little one, next time he would definitely supervise her reading and writing… Zhao Rong murmured quietly to himself.

He could even imagine Su Xiaoxiao while writing this letter, chewing on her pen, tilting her head and wrinkling her nose as she thought about the agreed secret code…

The letter from Xiaoxiao briefly explained a few matters:

She had found her great-grandmother at Star-picking Tower, fortunately running into her just as she was handling affairs inside the tower and about to descend the stairs. And then she had successfully captured her, this silly fox demon who had run down from the mountain to Du You City and was looking around confusedly on the first floor of Star-picking Tower.

Su Xiaoxiao said her great-grandmother had intended to send her back, but under her persistent coaxing, her great-grandmother, who adored her, relented and found a way to let her stay as an “unregistered” resident. Now, Xiaoxiao was with her fellow fox demon friends…

Su Xiaoxiao also mentioned that she hadn’t brought up his matter with her great-grandmother or the other sisters yet. Then she eagerly urged Zhao Rong to study diligently, eat and sleep on time, and definitely come to find her after becoming a scholar at the Academy. Together, they would visit her great-grandmother and sisters and let them know that Xiaoxiao also had a promising scholar as a beloved.

Moreover, the silly girl said she would behave well, unless she missed Zhao Rong so much that she couldn’t bear it; otherwise, she wouldn’t bother him.

She just wanted Zhao Rong to handle his matters with peace of mind during these days.

At this moment inside the room, Zhao Rong touched the letter tucked near his chest and pursed his lips.

Suddenly, he turned and went to the window, leaned out, and plucked the Mu Jin flowers there, carefully packed them away, and exhaled softly.

Once he entered the Academy and became one of its scholars, he would get Qing Jun’s jade piece, then figure out a way to prepare her mentally. He would immediately go find Xiaoxiao and try to make their meeting less intense… Yes, the mental preparation he provided beforehand was critically important to avoid any possibly fatal confrontations.

If it went smoothly, then delaying their meeting a bit longer wouldn’t hurt… He shouldn’t be too anxious…

Zhao Rong looked out at the scenery.

Yet, he aimed to visit Xiaoxiao before the onset of winter… no, before Mid-Autumn Festival. It would be nice if things went smoothly by then so that he could take Xiaoxiao and Qing Jun together to enjoy the moon and solve lantern riddles…

Zhao Rong felt a sense of anticipation, then took a deep breath.

Overthinking was useless; his top priority now was to successfully enter Linlu Academy…

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By the time Zhao Rong arrived at the side gate of the Academy, there were already quite a few people.

He lightly exclaimed, as the surroundings seemed much more open than usual. Looking around, he discovered why.

The lush bamboo forest where he had sought coolness on his first day had been drastically cut down. He guessed who might be responsible…

He glanced at the couplet on the wooden gate that was off-topic and, after pondering for a moment, approached the gate again. Taking out his brush and ink, he added a word to each line of the couplet. With a flourish, he turned and walked away under the astonished gazes of the onlookers.

A blue-clothed girl lurking nearby and spying on Zhao Rong scratched her head. The distance was too great, and she couldn’t clearly see what the libertine scholar had written, but she shrugged it off and continued watching Zhao Rong.

The sun slowly rose and gradually set.

Zhao Rong turned and left without achieving anything significant that day. He spent the afternoon leisurely guarding against the “inappropriately virtuous” libertine scholar, casually walking back to the side gate, still pondering the peculiar couplet Zhao Rong had given her earlier.

Just then.

Upon reaching the wooden gate, she abruptly stopped, her eyes widening as she stared at the couplet someone had added a word to.

The meaning of the couplet had completely changed.

Opposite the gate, a thousand bamboo poles shortened,

Inside the courtyard, ten thousand volumes elongated.

With force, she stomped her right foot and charged forward to tear off the aggravating couplet.

Not only did it not embarrass Zhao Rong, but it also infuriated her. Moreover, a whole garden of bamboo had been involved…

She gritted her teeth, but after a few steps, she gradually stopped, looked at the damaged bamboo poles, and hummed softly.

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The next morning.

As usual, Zhao Rong continued to wait in front of the Academy gate. As he approached, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, as the bamboo garden that had been significantly cut down the previous day had been thoroughly cleaned up, leaving only an empty space without even a single short bamboo.

Zhao Rong ignored the looks from around him, some sympathetic, others perhaps schadenfreude, and turned his head toward the wooden gate.

Today, the gate was already open early, and a blue-clothed girl stood on the steps, arms folded, looking down at him condescendingly.

But it was rather rough on her since she was so short and insistently tried to “look down” on him, which could probably lead to cervical problems if it lasted long…

Zhao Rong walked straight toward her.

Seeing Zhao Rong approaching her calmly, the small figure of the girl suddenly trembled, but she immediately recovered, thinking: This libertine scholar is just an Ascending Realm cultivator, why should she be afraid of him?

The blue-clothed girl glared at Zhao Rong again, and as he came up to her, she disdainfully said, “If you dare, continue…”

Her words were cut off abruptly, as Zhao Rong didn’t stop walking by her side. He took out his brush and ink, added two words to the couplet, casually put his items back into the Sumeru Object, turned around, patted his sleeves, and walked past her again, descending the steps.

The girl stood stunned.

Throughout, Zhao Rong hadn’t looked at her even once, except for the glance when he first arrived, but that look… as if he was seeing a mischievous flat-chested girl?

The girl took a deep breath and turned to look at the couplet.

Now, both the upper and lower lines of the couplet had seven characters.

Facing the gate, a thousand bamboo poles shortened none,

Inside the garden, ten thousand volumes lengthened yes.

He had rounded it out again?

The girl scrutinized the couplet carefully, rubbed her eyes, and her expression was dazed.

At that moment, a significant round of applause and cheers erupted from the crowd below.

The girl suddenly snapped back to reality and glared at Zhao Rong’s retreating figure, feeling that this libertine scholar was too wicked.

She couldn’t stand it! She had never endured such annoyance in her life. She didn’t believe she couldn’t handle him yet!

Her shoulders heaved as she turned, intending to tear down the couplet, but then a sudden inspiration struck, and she gracefully withdrew her hand. Glancing down at Zhao Rong, who was now reading a book in his usual spot, her eyes narrowed.