My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 203 - 172 A Page of Love Letter A Row of Love
Chapter 203: Chapter 172: A Page of Love Letter, A Row of Love Words
Chapter 203: Chapter 172: A Page of Love Letter, A Row of Love Words
Qinglian Pavilion.
A boudoir.
A small window that used to be tightly shut was now gently pushed open by two Jade Hands.
The afternoon autumn sunshine delivered an oblique ray of light into the room, pausing on a rosewood desk.
It covered most of the desk surface.
And just like this pale golden autumn sun, there were also those white sheets of letter paper.
The desk was strewn with letters.
At a certain moment.
A delicate finger quietly extended, picking up a pristine sheet of paper.
Under the sunshine, this slender finger was even whiter than the paper, and the jade-like finger pads were carefully caressing, slowly tracing the well-formed characters on the paper surface.
The lady seated in front of the desk stared blankly with a pair of eyes filled with the mist of autumn water, her gaze lustrous.
These were the love letters Zhao Rong had written to her.
However, each piece of letter paper was not covered with his beautiful words, but rather with large blank spaces.
His every love letter had but a few sparse lines of text.
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How can my affection be shown, a page of love letter, a line of loving words.
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In the morning I watch the sky, in the evening I observe the clouds, walking I think of you, sitting I think of you.
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Flowers fall, waters flow. A single kind of yearning, sorrows in two places.
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This passion, how can it be dispelled, it leaves the brow but strikes the heart.
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Never knew what longing was, and now longing is all I do.
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Setting the precious stones for beans, does deep affection penetrate the bones, do you even know?
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Day and night longing for you, yet you are not seen; leaves turn red, oblivious to autumn.
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Pass by a bloom without a second glance, half for cultivation, half for you.
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Grieve not for the widening of the waistband, for you I’ve withered to exhaustion.
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If only your heart were like mine, you would never fail this longing.
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To have one’s heart until white-haired, never to part.
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In front of the desk, Lingfei Zhao curled her legs, her delicate body nestled in the spacious chair, one hand clutching her knees pulled together, the other quietly flipping through the desk full of poetry, her eyes brimming as she softly recited.
Yet, as she read on, her face buried itself into her knees, her neck flushed with crimson.
After twisting about shyly for quite some time, she stealthily peeked out again, unable to resist taking another look.
Among those love letters.
He had written many sentences that made her heart tremble; besides those, there were also plenty of straightforward words.
“Hello there! Lingfei Zhao.”
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“Words fall short for feelings, holding the pen I realize how deeply I love you.”
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“People find their desired meanings in a poet’s lines, but in my eyes, poetry’s ultimate meaning points to you.”
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“That day in my dream, you were picking lotuses by the lake, and I came to you with jade in hand. Under the bright sun, Lotus Lake glittered, lined with clouds and sky beneath the surface, and as you turned to me with a smile among the sky and lake hues, you became the third most exquisite view.”
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“When it snows, I want to go out for a walk with you. If you feel cold, I will rub your hands and warm them with my breath. Amidst the snowflakes, as we walk along, we could grow old together.”
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“In the midst of thousands of people, I met you. In the midst of thousands of years, within the vast river of time, not a step too late, not a step too soon, we met. You are the green plum, and I am the bamboo horse—hello, you are here too.”
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Lingfei Zhao’s long lashes trembled, her eyes full of his words, her heart shaped by his image.
She even gazed dreamily through that small window at the white clouds in the sky, pondering what he looked like while writing the letters, what he was doing now, whether he was also thinking of her.
Occasionally, she would let out a light chuckle, for some letters were utterly adorable.
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“Zhao Lingfei, my waist hurts.”
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“Let’s make a deal, Qing Jun, stop licking your lips. They look so moist and tender, I want to bite them.”
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“Whenever I see the bright moon, I can’t help myself, and you are that bright moon. So, therefore, um, Qing Jun, you understand what I mean, right?”
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“I want to sleep with you.”
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“My lady, do you kick people in your sleep?”
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“Little lady, I’m giving you three breaths to appear before your husband, or else, hmm hmm, or else I’ll lick you again.”
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Zhao Lingfei then buried her head into her knees, her fragrant shoulders trembling, “Giggle giggle giggle giggle——”
Her crisp laughter was like a string of wind chimes being touched by a warm breeze.
It took her a while to finish laughing, then she lightly lifted her forehead and with a graceful hand swept the stray strands of hair at the corner of her lips behind her ear.
Zhao Lingfei’s cheeks were red and flushed, she tilted her head and stretched out two fingers to rub her delicate and exquisite earlobes.
She started to daydream again.
Thinking about all sorts of strange and unusual things.
How could Zhao Lingfei be sleeping? At her level of Cultivation Realm, she would usually meditate at night, restoring her energy much faster than sleeping.
Sleeping was a waste of time to her and utterly boring.
However…
If it were with that person, just the thought made it seem like sleeping could be interesting… um, if you dare to fidget under the covers at night, then I will… I will kick you…
Zhao Lingfei even somewhat didn’t want to see him anymore, just happy to receive his love letters every day, letting him rack his brain constantly with thoughts of her, writing her love poems.
But, these were just fleeting thoughts that passed through her mind…
Zhao Lingfei came back to her senses, elegantly extended her bent legs down from the chair, and her bare snow-white little feet stepped on the soft carpet.
She took out a slender weasel-hair brush, with a clean white handle, and began grinding the ink.
Zhao Lingfei, dressed in white, stood barefoot in front of her desk, her one hand gripping the wide sleeve of her other hand which held the brush, revealing a segment of her fair arm.
She concentrated and slowly began to write.
On those letters sent by Zhao Rong, aside from his “Yan” style regular script, there were rows of small characters, neat and beautiful, yet they carried a dignified and meticulous style.
They were similar to Zhao Rong’s “Yan” style, but it was clear she had just begun to imitate it not long ago and hadn’t captured its essence, only awkwardly copying it.
Yet even so, one could see the effort of the owner of the small characters.
The content of the small characters on each love letter was related to that very same letter.
For instance, on the letter with the phrase “Hello there! Zhao Lingfei,”
Zhao Lingfei replied on the side: “Hello there, Zhao Ziyu.”
And beside the phrase “Love runs deeper than ink can convey, as I write I find myself profoundly in love with you,”
She earnestly wrote: “I feel that longing even with my eyes closed.”
For all the other love letters, it was the same.
Zhao Rong: “…If you’re cold, I’ll rub your hands and blow warm air on them. In the storm of snow, we’ll walk until our hair turns grey.”
Zhao Lingfei: “I… I will also rub for you, blow for you, but you’re not allowed to go grey.”
Zhao Rong: “…You’re the green plum, and I’m your horse companion—hello there, you’re also here.”
Zhao Lingfei: “I have always been here, you must not leave.”
And for those cutesy words from Zhao Rong…
Zhao Rong: “Zhao Lingfei, my waist hurts.”
Zhao Lingfei: “Zhao Ziyu, my teeth itch, let me use your arm to gnaw on.”
Zhao Rong: “Let’s negotiate, Qing Jun, don’t lick your lips in the future. They look so moist and tender, I want to bite you.”
Zhao Lingfei: “If you dare, I’ll also bite you.”
Zhao Rong: “Seeing the bright moon, I lose control, and you are that bright moon. So, therefore, um, Qing Jun, you understand what I mean, right?”
Zhao Lingfei: “I don’t understand.”
Zhao Rong: “My lady, do you kick people in your sleep?”
Zhao Lingfei: “I kick.”
And regarding the letter she received today:
“Little lady, I’m giving you three breaths to appear before your husband, or else, hmm hmm, or else I’ll lick you again.”
Zhao Lingfei cocked her head and thought, squinting her eyes, and carefully wrote “Husband is talking nonsense” on it…
Regarding the poems and quatrains written by Zhao Rong, she had no idea how to respond, so she neatly copied Zhao Rong’s quatrains again, right next to Zhao Rong’s own words.
Especially the sentence “I desire to be known by you” from the second love letter, she copied it so many times that the letter even bore some moist spots…
Not only do you labor every day to write love letters to me, but I am also writing to you…
