My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 506 - 337: …Only Affects the Speed of Drawing the Sword (Part 1)

Chapter 506: Chapter 337: ...Only Affects the Speed of Drawing the Sword (Part 1)

In the early morning, a light drizzle was falling.

Behind the Qinglian Inn on Wutong Street, there lay a secluded courtyard.

Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping mixed with the rain could be heard inside the room.

Zhao Rong had been woken from a deep sleep by the pattering of the autumn rain against the window.

Sharing a bed with Qing Jun, he had completely relaxed.

He had slept exceptionally well and comfortably.

At this moment, as usual, Zhao Rong habitually kept his eyes closed, his thoughts wandering aimlessly, reviewing the day’s plans in his mind.

He enjoyed the tranquility of the room in the early morning.

A certain mischievous girl liked to burst into the room and loudly call for the young master and miss to wake up, but today she had wisely refrained from disturbing him and Qing Jun.

Zhao Rong silently approved.

A moment later, thinking of something, he lay on the pillow with a slight smile and stretched lazily.

The stretch was so extensive that it took up most of the space on the Imperial Concubine’s Couch, also squeezing the woman who was pretending to sleep and tucked under an embroidered quilt, stubbornly refusing to peek her head out.

Zhao Rong had now opened his eyes, lying on the pillow, slightly turning his head with a smile in his eyes, watching his wife who looked like a white rabbit not coming out of her hole.

He wasn’t a big bad wolf, after all.

Zhao Rong couldn’t help chuckling, turned over, and propped his head with one hand, gazing intently at the bulging embroidered quilt.

He reached out, gently caressing a spot on top of the quilt, feeling Qing Jun’s delicate forehead through the thick quilt, due to the rustling sound of her dense black hair.

It was undoubtedly the foolish wife’s little head hiding there.

However, Zhao Rong didn’t try to lift her quilt because he had tried before and it was futile.

He chuckled and shook his head.

At that moment, Qing Jun, perhaps irritated by her mentally mischievous husband, suddenly turned over and stretched out her fair, delicate hand in annoyance...

But later on, Zhao Rong finally realized that the wife really knew nothing, only vaguely aware of the existence of such a husband, a buy one, get one free deal with her childhood sweetheart husband.

Indeed, strictly speaking, she should have seen it long ago.

Qian’er had seen it too.

The three of them were childhood sweethearts, and they had played together since they were little, even back when they were still in split-bottom pants.

Curious about the strange things one had and the other didn’t, the two little girls with their hair tied up certainly wanted Rong’er to show them...

However, although the lady met the young husband earlier,

she was so naive she didn’t even understand the young husband’s habits, still wanting to subdue him and not let him poke his head around?

Moreover, Qing Jun’s knowledge in this matter clearly remained on a basic level, aptly described as ’innocent and naive.’

It was clearly just a crash course she attended at the Duke Mansion of Great Chu before her wedding, titled ’Household Elderly Aunties and Mothers Passing on Bridal Experience’.

And the lady was clearly half-understanding and pretending to understand, just skating through and muddling her way to graduation.

However, it also made sense, as the future mistress of the Duke’s Mansion of Great Chu, those elder women of the clan, adhering to their hierarchical respect, seeing her remain silent, dared not casually interject or ask if she understood?

Perhaps at the time, the lady thought she could always ask Rong’er if she didn’t understand, listening to his advice.

Oh, how naive, Qing Jun.

At this moment, Zhao Rong could even imagine how, at that time, secretly attending the crash course in the duke’s mansion, Qing Jun would sit in front of the dressing table, a bride dressed in red, her slender waist cinched, her face earnest and focused, yet unable to fully understand, looking like a silly little bride, her heart full of three life questions about the young husband:

Ha, "dunce" Lady!

Hmm, perhaps this silly lady didn’t understand as much as little Qian’er, who had been eavesdropping and blushing next to us during the ’class’.

But that’s okay.

Pure as white jade and naturally flawless is even better; he could teach her slowly.

Lady, please enlighten me.

Zhao Rong nodded.

Thus, under his seemingly harmless and gently coaxing guidance, the clueless "dunce" Lady was quite cooperative.

Qing Jun truly lived up to the name Sword Immortal Lady, with her extraordinary talents in Sword Dao and special interest in the sword, her progress was advancing by leaps and bounds.

Later on, after she became proficient in the new sword techniques.

She focused intently, her slender and delicate white fingers danced the sword effortlessly.

Watching her, Zhao Rong often couldn’t help but gasp, wishing there was more cool air in the room for him to breathe.

After the cool air in the air had run out, he just felt unbearably hot. Evidently, Qing Jun also felt it, her face becoming as red as blooming peach blossoms.

Thus, in order to save energy and reduce emissions in the Xuanhuang Realm, they had to switch to a method that didn’t consume cool air.

Moreover, every time Zhao Rong looked down in the darkness.

He would see Qing Jun, with her autumn eyes wide with curiosity, innocently biting her rosy lips, her face a picture of pure, blossoming innocence, fully focused on drawing and practicing with her sword. Most crucially, she would often glance up at Zhao Rong with wide eyes, unblinkingly.

Seeing this scene took his breath away, feeling like he couldn’t breathe.

Therefore, Zhao Rong glanced at his lady’s slightly pouted red lips.

He nodded solemnly and told her that she could advance to the next level, then began to instruct her on more advanced sword techniques.

Saying such things as, it is well known that Sword Cultivators don’t just use a sword with their hands, but can also command the sword without touching it, blah blah blah...

Faced with these new pieces of knowledge, Qing Jun was a bit confused.

Then, she seemed to have realized something, sensing that something was amiss.

Zhao Rong couldn’t easily mislead her anymore, and the Lady seemed puzzled and resistant.

However, Zhao Rong quelled these disturbances, and afterward, cough cough, once you’re on the ’pirate ship,’ it’s not so easy to escape.

So it turned into a domineering husband ’bullying’ the innocent and pure young wife...

At this moment, there was a light rain falling in the early morning outside.

On the couch, Zhao Rong, thinking of something, slightly restrained his smile and coughed lightly.

He also felt a bit embarrassed.

It seemed like he indeed was a bit overzealous, neglecting his wife’s feelings.

Zhao Rong felt somewhat guilty.

It looks like he needed to seriously listen to Qing Jun from now on and be a good husband.

And since they were about to leave the mountain soon, he could also avoid some stares and receive fewer cold looks from his wife.

He thought to himself.

If only he had known when someone mumbled incomprehensibly to stop and not continue, he would have stopped. Qing Jun seemed to have tears choking her.

But can you really trust what a woman says?

Why did it feel even weirder...

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