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My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 696 - 430 Who is the Most Beautiful (4)
Chapter 696: Chapter 430 Who is the Most Beautiful (4)
"Little girl, I also think... truly remarkable."
The entire room fell silent.
After a moment of quiet, the young Confucian scholar nodded calmly.
"I am very fortunate."
He lowered his eyes and gently placed the tray in his hands on the table beside him, extending his right hand to take hold of the jade-cool hand of the woman beside him with autumn eyes, gently spreading her fingers to interlock their hands.
Then, the young Confucian scholar reached out his left hand towards the exceptionally well-behaved girl snuggled beside him with peach-blossom eyes, who smiled sweetly and reached out her small hand to tightly interlock her fingers with his.
He lowered his head and spoke calmly.
"From the moment I opened my eyes in this world, The Lord bestowed upon me two spectacular rainbows right before my eyes, easily within reach. Ever since, I have always encountered the most interesting people, the most intriguing events."
Zhao Rong held the hands of the two women who were the first he saw upon awakening in his bridal chamber.
"The most interesting. Very. In my eyes, it’s the most fascinating."
Zhao Rong looked up, his expression placid as he surveyed the crowd around him listening in silence.
"Those I’ve met, her, her, him... they, sometimes when I look back, form a scenery in my eyes so vivid it’s beyond words."
His gaze swept slowly across.
Finally, his eyes landed on a certain fox-eyed girl.
Reflected in Zhao Rong’s eyes was a most unique scenery, "indescribable... "
He murmured softly.
"I, truly am very fortunate."
Zhu Yourong, Li Xueyou, Yu Huaijin, and Jia Tengying among others watched silently as the young Confucian scholar spoke alone, even the usually noisy blue-clothed little girl quieted down, sneakily peering at the ’strange man’ who teased the little Fox Demon.
"Do you know," Zhao Rong suddenly addressed the fox-eyed girl staring blankly at him:
"Apart from the people I am lucky to meet each time, do you know what I am most proud and complacent about?"
"What... what?" Su Xiaoxiao voiced hesitantly.
Zhao Rong tightly grasped the hands of Zhao Lingfei and little Qian’er next to him, raising them high to shoulder level as a gesture.
His tone was serious.
"I always manage to meet the right people at the right time in the right place, and do the right things."
The young Confucian scholar looked at Su Xiaoxiao and smiled warmly.
His smile was as gentle as jade.
The usually calm man brightened up with rare joy, his voice barely concealing his exhilaration.
It was as if he was discussing his proudest achievement, and everyone present did not doubt his sincere outpour for a moment.
For how can the eyes deceive oneself, how then can they deceive others?
Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er, whose hands were held up, turned their heads in surprise, staring at Rong’er who seemed somewhat different tonight.
"Little girl, I really am remarkable."
Zhao Rong laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the empty, old hall.
"I decided very early on in this life never to allow myself any foreseeable regrets and to clearly discern what’s important from what’s not."
His smile gradually faded, his expression growing serious and resolute.
As for the former, I never let go. As for the latter, I can discard them anytime, even if all around me are voices of dissent and eyes full of disdain, even if I am pointed at by thousands, spurned by many, if I can hold on tightly to the people and things I want, then I simply do not care, and indeed, I welcome it."
Beside Zhu Yourong, a quietly observing girl who always maintained a serious demeanor as if she were an outsider, couldn’t help but lift her eyes and focus on the young Confucian scholar who had become the center of attention. She remembered the murmurs and snickers from within and outside the Academy since Meng Xuezhen unveiled his identity as a mere son-in-law, including Zhao Rong’s earnest statement ’Is it wrong for a man to enjoy being kept?’ that spread among the scholars of the Academy, amusing many senior brothers.
Yet, here in front of her, the young Confucian scholar still led a leisurely life at Shuaixing Hall, attending classes and teaching on time every day, occasionally with Zhao Lingfei waiting at the door after classes, sharing sweet moments together around the Academy... oblivious to all the derision.
And this was just within Linlu Academy.
How much louder the voices of dissent might be within the Taiching Four Mansions, where self-proclaimed geniuses from across Wangque gather, was beyond Yu Huaijin’s imagination.
Nevertheless, this newcomer to Shuaixing Hall went about his daily life nonchalantly, neither more diligent because of it nor complacently proud...
At this moment, Yu Huaijin was somewhat spellbound watching this vibrant man, wondering what stirred within her, momentarily ignoring even the complex glances from her teacher Zhu Yourong and friend Li Xue beside her.
The expressions of the people on the field varied.
Zhao Rong paid no attention to their thoughts but fixed his gaze on the girl, who seemed sorrowfully naive,
"Of course, this doesn’t mean I have become a Saint or wise person, who is not swayed by externals or saddened by personal losses, devoid of strong emotions. On the contrary," he took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing something.
"It’s just that these desires that drift along with the tide, I do not want them."
Having said this, he paused for a moment, then Zhao Rong gazed into those beautiful fox-like eyes he wanted to protect forever and said slowly and clearly,
"But if these disapproved things dare to obstruct my path to reaching those I care about or things I value, then I will crush them!"
"And if the person I cherish and value doesn’t see it this way and instead acts stubborn and contrarian, wishing to do things against my wishes, then I will strive to change her, persuade her. If I don’t even have the courage and determination to overcome this difficulty and change another person, then I don’t deserve to be a person without regrets. Nor do I deserve..." you just paid me a rather impressive compliment."
Zhao Rong stopped speaking and lowered his eyelids.
There was silence in the field for a moment.
Not long after.
"Young lady," someone continued, "I was this way in the past, I am this way now, and in the future, and the future beyond that, I will remain so."
He averted his gaze and squinted slightly, murmuring, "I also want to be just as remarkable."
After that, Zhao Rong spoke no more, instead, he let go of Qing Jun and Qian’er’s hands, turned around, and began proactively placing trays of food onto the table from a tray.
Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyou, and Fan Yushu were all momentarily speechless.
Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er were also quiet and silent, tilting their heads to watch Zhao Rong’s actions, occasionally glancing at each other, seemingly surprised by Rong’er’s sudden serious dialogue.
Zhao Lingfei turned her head to look at the beautiful fox-eyed girl who had caused her husband’s strange behaviors tonight.
She was somewhat lost in thought and nodded her head as if she understood something.
At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao noted the autumn-eyed woman looking at her, which frightened her slightly, bringing her back to her senses.
The little fox demon, dressed in her most beautiful red clothes for the banquet, wanted to lower her head to avoid that calm, scrutinizing gaze, but couldn’t help raising her eyes to watch her busy lover, hearing his serious words echoing in her ears again.
Su Xiaoxiao slightly lowered her head, as if realizing a mistake she had made, she bit her lip and turned her small face to look away.
Her little hands, unsure of where to rest, fidgeted nervously, but fortunately, a new friend she had just made took her hand, helping her out and comforting the small fox demon. However, she still dared not look at Zhao Lingfei, afraid to expose herself and cause further trouble for that man.
All these small movements and expressions changed briefly within a few breaths.
After Zhao Rong finished speaking, the hall fell into a silence as heavy as a swamp.
No one spoke, all watching the young Confucian Scholar arranging the plates.
But the next second, an impatient curse rang through the hall:
"Damn it, finally done babbling, almost suffocated me, spouting nonstop nonsense. Youngster, I really want to smack you right in the rear, dammit."
At the counter, a black-hearted shopkeeper with his legs crossed and stubble on his face, cursed while biting on a toothpick, breaking the tense atmosphere in the hall.
Everyone turned to look.
Zhao Shopkeeper laughed, cursed, and banged on the table, pointing arrogantly at Zhao Rong:
"But hey, didn’t expect you, a young good-for-nothing, to speak such wise words, damn it, I must have been mistaken about you."
Then, he spat out the toothpick from his mouth, smacked his thigh, and exclaimed to the young scholar:
"Kid, if I hadn’t returned all those books I read over the years to those old men, I would have given you a piece of my mind."
Everyone: "..."
As for Zhao Shopkeeper, who swore like a sailor, seemed to have a past full of stories, and also appeared to be a world-weary older man character, Zhao Rong didn’t even lift an eyelid and continued his tasks at the table.
At that moment, hearing words that resonated with him, the young scholar looked up, smiling slowly, raised his hand, cupped his fist in the other hand, and saluted the bearded shopkeeper across the air.
Nice to meet you.
Zhao Xifu grinned, finding it interesting.
Just then.
Boom boom boom—!
A small, remotely located, old-fashioned diner seemed to have a visitor...
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