My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 660 - 409

"My sister-in-law is truly virtuous."

Fan Yushu seemed to be reminded of something, half sighing with emotion.

"Hey, little eagle, you agree, don’t you?"

The honest Jia Tengying shifted his position, turning his back to him, not very keen on engaging with Fan Yushu. After a while, he said dully:

"Brother Yushu, don’t randomly assign nicknames to people. You should focus on your studies for the exam. Today, Senior Yu went out for an errand and asked me to supervise you. Ziyu has gone down the mountain, they’re all not around, so don’t slack off."

"I know, I know, my sister-in-law is here, so I’m just taking a break. I will get back to studying later. Just don’t tattle on me to a certain boring individual."

Fan Yushu curiously watched Zhao Lingfei from a distance. She was rolling up her sleeves and tying up her hair, continuously carrying the bedding and sheets out of Zhao Rong’s room, heading toward the washbasin near the eastern hedge in the courtyard.

"My sister-in-law is too virtuous. What kind of blessing did Ziyu accumulate in his past life? Could it be that he saved our Xuanhuang Realm?" Fan Yushu shook his head and sighed again.

Jia Tengying couldn’t help but glance at the figure of the autumn-eyed fairy who was seriously washing the bedding and nodded in agreement.

He would not have guessed that Ziyu’s wife, a fairy so pure and aloof, would also have such a down-to-earth side, indulging in the mortal world.

Jia Tengying then redirected his gaze and sternly said to Fan Yushu:

"Brother Yushu, are you rested enough? Get back to your books. We’ve already missed a lot of time these past few mornings preparing for the ritual assessment at the Confucian Temple. The assessment is starting in a few days, and you shouldn’t be distracted. Give your best effort for the big exam, and hey, don’t make Senior Yu worry anymore."

"Alright, alright, you’re the most boring one, becoming more and more like Huaijin. Only the gods know how I’ve managed to get by these days with you two blocks of wood after Ziyu left."

"If Ziyu were here, he would surely agree and wouldn’t let you off."

Fan Yushu: "......"

Near the washbasin, Zhao Lingfei, who was washing the sheets and quilt covers, secretly curled her lips into a smile, thinking that next time, she must bring some gifts like Spirit Fruits, and not come empty-handed again.

Well, she had excellent senses, especially her hearing. She didn’t eavesdrop intentionally; it was just that since they mentioned "Ziyu," she paid a bit more attention.

Settling into her domestic role, Zhao Lingfei nodded and stood up, using the back of her delicate hand to wipe away the water droplets that had splashed onto her fair forehead, then shook her ponytail.

She turned and returned to Zhao Rong’s room, soon taking out several old garments from the press, and decided to wash them as well today, while the sun was good.

Soon, the area around the basin in the courtyard was filled with the sound of clothes being pounded.

Amidst the pounding, two young scholars read their books in the distance.

By the poolside, a stunningly beautiful woman with eyes like autumn waters and the grace of a fairy descended to the mortal world, knelt by the edge of the water, resting her chin on her knees, her hair tied into a ponytail with her sleeves rolled up, revealing the delicate neck and radiant arm as white as snow, scrubbing the sheets and a man’s garments.

The singing that slipped from the corners of her lips had stopped. Watermarks had crept onto her white dress under the sunlight, shimmering slightly. Locks of hair fell onto her focused forehead as she diligently worked, engrossed in her task.

No one who saw her would guess that this woman quietly kneeling by the water, exposing her peaceful profile, a little clumsy but determined in her laundering, was the same person who at the grand annual gathering at Qingyun Platform in the Taiching Four Mansions, effortlessly trampled on the pride of all men of her generation, overwhelming countless talented heroes.

Nor would anyone have expected that the brows that remained unwrinkled all morning on Qingyun Platform were now occasionally furrowed—the chores at hand seemed to be somewhat harder than cultivating and spell-fighting...

As noon passed by quietly.

Under the clothesline outside the northern room, Zhao Lingfei hung the last piece of clothing, then stepped back, intertwining her slender fingers, lifting both Jade Hands above her head, and stretched out with a big yawn.

Her tall and slender figure boasted an elegant arc, perfect in form.

"Phew~ Finally done." Zhao Lingfei’s smile was light and rare, showing a hint of playfulness while Zhao Rong was away.

She crossed her Jade Hands behind her back and with a sense of accomplishment, walked around the clothesline adorned with clothes and bedding a couple of times, nodding in satisfaction: "Hmm, come back in the evening... It might not be dry, so I’ll come to collect the clothes and sheets tomorrow."

With narrowed autumn eyes, Zhao Lingfei counted on her fingers as she planned, but instead of leaving immediately, she hummed a nursery rhyme in a sweet, mellow voice and returned to Zhao Rong’s northern room.

She moved one of Zhao Rong’s favorite wooden rocking chairs in his moments of boredom in front of the western window by the desk and sat down, pushing open the window to let the sunshine and fresh air stream in. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Reclining comfortably, Zhao Lingfei straightened her long jade legs, rocking the wooden chair gently, enjoying the sway for a while.

She tilted her head beside the desk imbued with someone’s essence, her eyes slowly scanning the heavy bookshelves, the mug filled with brushes like a forest, the clean blue-and-white porcelain ink wash, and the neat white paper, on top of which laid an incomplete verse he had apparently spontaneously penned and then halted mid-way:

"Night moon a curtain of melancholy dreams, spring breeze many miles of tender affection."

In the room, the beauty with a beauty mark beneath her eye softly read aloud, her voice clear yet slightly velvety, echoing gently.

"Silent strings break, perfumed silk’s scent fades... how can one endure each petal of flying flowers teasing the dusk, vague lingering rain veiling the clear."

"...Vague, lingering rain... veiling the clear." She tilted her head, looking at the elegant cursive on the paper, murmuring softly for a while, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the arm of the chair, "Really... really nice."

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