My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 669 - 412 Zhao Lingfei: Where is the Quilt I Sunned_2
Chapter 669: Chapter 412 Zhao Lingfei: Where is the Quilt I Sunned_2
"This is where Zhao Rong lived for three months... He must have spent his days reading at that desk..." the little Fox Demon murmured gently to herself on the bed in the darkness.
Tonight, like many other nights, moonlight poured from the west window, cloaking the desk in silver radiance.
In the room where the lights were out, it was the brightest object.
Just like how the heart of a certain fox-eyed girl was brimming with yearning at this moment.
Now the night was deep and the world was silent, she tilted her head toward the bright desk in front of her and whispered to herself softly:
"Why must you be gone just when I need to give you the sachet personally, would be great if you ’whooshed’ back right now... Hmm, bad Zhao Rong, always boasting about mastering the Supreme Divine Skill to suppress Xiaoxiao... However, how about now? When Xiaoxiao misses you so much, can’t you use a little bit of that Divine Skill and ’whoosh’ back to me..."
The little Fox Demon took out the sachet and looked down at it, drifting into thought.
Shortly after, as if recalling something, she abruptly came back to her senses, shifted her small form off the bed, and her tender white feet groped under it, finding her shoes.
Then wearing Su Xiaoxiao’s cool shoes, she ran to the wardrobe in the room, opened it, and stood on tiptoes with her delicate legs. She leaned in close to examine Zhao Rong’s clothes, which she had neatly arranged not long ago.
In the pitch-dark room, Su Xiaoxiao stood in front of the mahogany wardrobe, her specific expression at the moment not visible, seeming to hesitate with biting her lip about something.
"It’s been so long... What if Zhao Rong suffocates..."
In the silent room, the murmurs of a young girl faintly echoed.
The next second, the hand of a certain little Fox Demon rose, reaching behind her delicate neck, and gently pulled at a pink string...
In the white expanse of the human world covered by darkness, no one witnessed this breathtaking scene...
Not long after, a certain pink string dangled down, carrying a warm and fragrant pink object, which was squeezed and stuffed into someone’s wardrobe.
A certain petite figure ’whooshed’ back under the covers, wrapped up tight as if she would never come out to see anyone again.
It’s a mystery whether the sweet face of such a lovely person was blushing at this moment...
Time passed, and the night concluded without further incident.
Dawn arrived.
...
Knock knock knock—!
This morning, early on, Fan Yushu came knocking at the door of East Fence Small House.
Jia Tengying had already gotten up, prepared, and was waiting; he now went to open the door.
"Let’s go, Meng Xuezhen and Senior Yu should be waiting at the Confucian Temple by now, always this early. Sigh, but we should be able to finish the preparations at the Confucian Temple this morning, finally starting the assessments. I heard it’s going to be in batches... I wonder how Ziyu is doing with her preparations in Great Li."
Fan Yushu yawned and said.
Jia Tengying nodded somberly, ready to leave with Fan Yushu as usual, to the central Confucian Temple of the Academy where they had been helping out every morning these past few days.
"Eh, right, that..." Fan Yushu suddenly put down his hand and lowered his voice, "Has your sister-in-law woken up yet, or did she leave?"
Jia Tengying thought for a moment and shook his head, "Seems like she’s still asleep, haven’t seen her come out."
"Man, let’s hurry, who knows if we’ll bump into her, I’m sweating bullets for her..."
"Should we knock on the door?"
"Why would you knock on a girl sleeping in, you might as well knock your wooden head, forget it, let’s head to the Confucian Temple first, and come back early."
Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying left together.
Inside East Fence Small House, it was quiet...
About an hour later, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying returned from the Confucian Temple, talking about the affairs of the Academy along the way.
The two arrived at the courtyard gate, ready to enter, but the next second, at the corner ahead on the path, a figure in white appeared.
They saw Lingfei walking over, noticed their backs, and greeted with some curiosity, "Young Master Fan, Young Master Jia, good morning."
Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying’s movements to push the door stiffened:
"Sis... sister-in-law, good morning, you... what are you doing?"
Lingfei smiled and handed over the Spirit Fruit she was holding to Fan Yushu, who accepted it blankly. She then turned to push the door open, laughing as she said:
"I had something to take care of last night and forgot to put away the quilts."
The next second, after seeing what was inside the courtyard, Lingfei’s step into the threshold halted:
"I... was just airing out the quilts?"
"..."
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Thud, thud, thud—!
Early in the morning, Fan Yushu had come to knock on the door of the East Fence Small House.
Jia Teng Ying had already gotten up, tidied everything, and was waiting, now stepping forward to open the door.
"Let’s go, Meng Xuezhen and Senior Yu should be waiting at the Confucian Temple. It’s so early every day, sigh. But we should be able to get the preparations at the Confucian Temple done this morning, phew, the assessments are finally about to start. It’s said they will be done in batches... I wonder how Ziyu is doing with his preparations in Great Li."
Fan Yushu said while yawning.
Jia Teng Ying nodded silently, ready to leave with Fan Yushu. As usual, they headed to the Confucian Temple in the center of the Academy, where they had been helping out every morning for the past few days.
"Oh, right, that..." Fan Yushu suddenly stopped, lowering his voice, "Has our little sister woken up yet? Has she left?"
Jia Teng Ying pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Seems like she’s still asleep. Haven’t seen her come out."
"Hey, let’s hurry up and go. Who knows if we’ll bump into her—I’m sweating bullets on her behalf..."
"Should we knock on the door?"
"A girl sleeping in, why knock on the door... knocking on your wooden head would make more sense. Forget it, let’s go to the Confucian Temple first and come back early."
Fan Yushu and Jia Teng Ying left together.
Inside the East Fence Small House, it was quiet...
About an hour later, Fan Yushu and Jia Teng Ying returned from the Confucian Temple, chatting about the Academy’s affairs as they walked.
The two reached the gate, ready to enter, but in the next second, a figure in white appeared at the corner of the road ahead.
There was Lingfei, who walked over gently. Seeing their retreating figures, she greeted them with slight curiosity, "Young Master Fan, Young Master Jia, good morning."
Fan Yushu and Jia Teng Ying’s motions of pushing the door became stiff:
"Little... Little sister, good morning. What... what is this?"
Lingfei smiled, handing over the Spirit Fruit to Fan Yushu, who took it dumbfounded. She turned to push the door open, chuckling:
"I was busy last night and forgot to bring in the blankets."
The next second, as she clearly saw the yard and stepped over the threshold, Lingfei froze:
"I... was out airing the blankets?"
Thud, thud, thud—!
Early in the morning, Fan Yushu had come to knock on the door of the East Fence Small House.
Jia Teng Ying had already gotten up, tidied everything, and was waiting, now stepping forward to open the door.
"Let’s go, Meng Xuezhen and Senior Yu should be waiting at the Confucian Temple. It’s so early every day, sigh. But we should be able to get the preparations at the Confucian Temple done this morning, phew, the assessments are finally about to start. It’s said they will be done in batches... I wonder how Ziyu is doing with his preparations in Great Li."
Fan Yushu said while yawning.
Jia Teng Ying nodded silently, ready to leave with Fan Yushu. As usual, they headed to the Confucian Temple in the center of the Academy, where they had been helping out every morning for the past few days.
"Oh, right, that..." Fan Yushu suddenly stopped, lowering his voice, "Has our little sister woken up yet? Has she left?"
Jia Teng Ying pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Seems like she’s still asleep. Haven’t seen her come out."
"Hey, let’s hurry up and go. Who knows if we’ll bump into her—I’m sweating bullets on her behalf..."
"Should we knock on the door?"
"A girl sleeping in, why knock on the door... knocking on your wooden head would make more sense. Forget it, let’s go to the Confucian Temple first and come back early."
Fan Yushu and Jia Teng Ying left together.
Inside the East Fence Small House, it was quiet...
About an hour later, Fan Yushu and Jia Teng Ying returned from the Confucian Temple, chatting about the Academy’s affairs as they walked.
The two reached the gate, ready to enter, but in the next second, a figure in white appeared at the corner of the road ahead.
There was Lingfei, who walked over gently. Seeing their retreating figures, she greeted them with slight curiosity, "Young Master Fan, Young Master Jia, good morning."
Fan Yushu and Jia Teng Ying’s motions of pushing the door became stiff:
"Little... Little sister, good morning. What... what is this?"
PS: Happy 520, let me see who has no sister to accompany them.
Ahem, don’t worry, both your ladies Qing Jun and Xiaoxiao are here to keep you company~
In the Easter egg Chapter, there is a precious glimpse of Xiaoxiao ’practicing gratitude.’ Don’t let it slip.
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