My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 723 - 443: For Your Great Lady, Second Wife, or... That Old Flame to Drink_2

Chapter 723: Chapter 443: For Your Great Lady, Second Wife, or... That Old Flame to Drink_2

The tightness of her bound chest caused by forceful breathing was painful, but she was too preoccupied to care, as her beautiful eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong, her lovely eyelashes trembling, several times she wanted to speak, but stopped herself each time.

While Zhu Yourong was struck by surprise, the reactions of the others also varied.

Yu Huaijin, although not as experienced as her teacher, vaguely sensed the peculiar paradox and the ’terrible’ nature of the answers that lay behind these viewpoints, views that she had never seen in any book before.

This old-fashioned young girl, who had traveled thousands of miles to study at the ends of the earth, watched the young Confucian Scholar who had joined Shuaixing Hall midway; for a moment, she seemed unable to move, stunned into a daze.

As for Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao, Zhao Qian’er, Li Xueyou, and Jingzi, since the discussions by Zhao Rong, Zhao Xifu, and Zhu Yourong exceeded their comprehension, after listening somewhat confused, their expressions were...

I don’t understand, but I am deeply impressed.

Even though Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao, and others did not understand, they were not foolish; they could see from Zhao Xifu and Zhu Yourong’s intense reactions after Zhao Rong’s words... they were clearly stunned.

Therefore, their gazes also fixed on Zhao Rong, each showing different expressions.

Su Xiaoxiao’s little head churned, thinking... hmm, does it make a difference whether the water of the Time River is continuous, and why fret over this odd issue?

Though she couldn’t figure it out, she didn’t dwell on it; like other minor annoyances that popped into her mind before, the young Fox Demon quickly dismissed it.

She didn’t understand, but as long as Zhao Lang understood, that was enough, besides.

The young Fox Demon sneakily glanced around at everyone’s faces, secretly delighted.

Su Xiaoxiao thought, besides, as long as she could understand whether Zhao Lang was showing off, there was no problem.

The reactions and performances of everyone at the scene were all too familiar to the young Fox Demon, who really wanted to say ’I know this too well’.

In the Confucianism debate in Zhongnan Country that gripped everyone’s attention, Zhao Lang had similarly shocked the crowd, defeating the Daoist gentlemen.

Back then, she was the first to cheer, jump for joy, and clap her hands.

And that day in the Imperial Palace of Great Wei’s capital, when Zhao Lang spoke eloquently, making the grandly dressed, dignified emperor bow his head in humility and respectfully call him ’Teacher’...

The young Fox Demon hummed cheerfully inside for a while, then sneakily glanced at the autumn-eyed woman’s expression across the way.

Zhao Lingfei’s pretty face looked slightly stunned as she watched the young Confucian Scholar who had become the focus.

Su Xiaoxiao’s fox-eyes sneakily curved up, forming two small crescents.

She thought: Hmm, this Zhao Xian... sister, is so surprised by Zhao Lang showing just a hint of his skill; clearly, she does not spend time around Zhao Lang, preoccupied with her own cultivation. Hmm, hmm, the little one has accompanied Zhao Lang through much on this journey. Zhao Lang says... companionship is the longest confession of love.

At this thought, the young Fox Demon’s joyous smile at the corners of her lips gradually receded.

She suddenly felt a bit like crying... My Zhao Lang... originally mine...

No one at the scene noticed Su Xiaoxiao’s sudden sorrowful demeanor, their attention entirely focused on Zhao Rong.

Zhu Yourong wanted to reach out and grab Zhao Rong’s sleeve.

Just like sometimes when privately writing in the Yilan Pavilion study with him, when she came across a difficult character, he would think briefly and then casually write it down; Zhu Yourong would happily reach out to grab his sleeve, asking the enemy to quickly instruct her.

He too would always smile, playfully teasing...

At the moment, just as Zhu Yourong was about to raise her hand, she quietly put it down again, and looking at Zhao Rong with furrowed brows, she said, "Ziyu, you said earlier that you read this from some miscellaneous book, where is that book, did you really forget?"

Zhao Rong was just about to nod earnestly, when Zhao Xifu chuckled, giving Zhao Rong a sidelong glance with an expression that said ’who are you kidding, there’s no such book’.

Seeing this, Zhu Yourong pursed her lips, also remembering how this foe liked to tease and mislead, sometimes making it unclear whether his words were true or false.

Naughty Ziyu, tricking me at a time like this... she felt some irritation and glared at the blinking Zhao Rong.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, you better not speak nonsense, where did I deceive you, it really was from a miscellaneous book," Zhao Rong felt it necessary to reiterate, well, just that this miscellaneous book isn’t in the Xuanhuang Realm...

The others were skeptical, thinking he was being modest.

Zhao Xifu sneered at the drink in front of Zhao Rong with a scoff.

Zhao Rong coughed once, offering no further explanation.

He pointed at the clear, spring-like drink:

"What is this drink exactly? It couldn’t be... ah uncle, you are too kind. Who are we kidding here? Qing Jun is already troubling you by using your kitchen to cook tonight, and now uncle, you can’t help but resolutely and definitively bring out your treasured wine, this is too... hmm, is this summer insect or Qu Shi?"

Zhao Rong was earnestly speaking when, in the next second, his expression changed to one of curiosity.

"......" Zhao Xifu felt that if he stayed with this annoying kid any longer, he might develop a twitch... bah, we are not that familiar, don’t act too familiar with me.

He said expressionlessly, "It’s your thing now. Drink it and you’ll know, don’t ask me."

The shopkeeper came to the door closed tightly, looked up at the clock hanging on the door, then through the holes in the door’s paper window, peeked outside.

Zhao Rong nodded, picked up his glass, ready to drink.

"Wait."

The Sword Spirit in Heart Lake suddenly spoke.

"He is tricking you, drinking it is pointless, and could even... be harmful."

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