My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 683 - 420 Qing Jun Wields Sword to Slay the Azure Dragon_3

Who truly had his best interests at heart, and which woman was to accompany him for life, Zhao Rong was well aware. freēwēbnovel.com

As for Su Qingdai... he was feeling more and more that something was off about her.

At this moment, on the bed in the north room, Zhao Rong glanced at his wife’s tranquil, beautiful sleeping face and let out a gentle sigh.

Clearly, it was already so difficult for Su Qingdai, who posed no threat whatsoever, to enter his room. If at this time he were to bring the little fox demon who was quietly waiting somewhere in the academy into his room, Zhao Rong knew he couldn’t conceal his tender feelings. By then, it was likely that Qing Jun and Qian’er would truly make a fuss, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Yet the little fox demon was so weak, so naive, just a little bullied and bewildered creature. How could she compete against his proud and spirited wife and the cunning and clever Qian’er... Slowly but surely, there was always a way. For now, it seemed correct to wait for the completion of the Jade Ceremony and the plan to rescue the bright moon, a critical element to melting Qing Jun’s defensive fortress...

Then, Zhao Rong got up nimbly, carefully readjusting Qing Jun’s head on the jade pillow and quietly covering her with the quilt.

Zhao Rong sat by the bed, reached out to touch his wife’s smooth forehead, and couldn’t help but gently pinch her cute, pale pink cheeks. Zhao Rong watched his wife, who was breathing steadily and rhythmically, and stayed by her side for about a quarter of an hour.

Getting up stealthily, Zhao Rong tidied up a bit, then went to the desk, ground some ink, laid out paper, and left a note on the desk—his wife should see it when she woke up.

It mainly reminded his wife to return to Taiching Prefecture without waiting for him, as he had things to attend to and wouldn’t come back at noon. Also, Qian’er should have gone back to look for her by then.

Zhao Rong told them both to wait for him at Taiching Prefecture; he would join them after finishing his business in the afternoon, and the three of them would have dinner together in Du You City in the evening. After that, he and Qian’er would rush back to Great Li overnight...

Zhao Rong gently closed the bedroom door and left the East Fence Small House with steady steps.

However, as he passed by the luxurious neighboring courtyard, Zhao Rong turned and went in.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying were both there; upon seeing Zhao Rong, they started asking all sorts of questions. Out of curiosity, Zhao Rong enquired and discovered they had planned to move back to East Fence Small House to study. But when they went out, they saw Fairy Zhao returning and thought Zhao Rong had gotten the cold shoulder, so they silently retreated.

True brothers in arms, dearest friends... Zhao Rong couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, they hadn’t returned; otherwise, they would have spoiled his plans. Moreover, with people in the courtyard, Qing Jun, who was shy, likely wouldn’t have let loose and been so playful with him...

Zhao Rong sighed with emotion, patting his two friends, who always took taking care of his affairs in case of his demise as their utmost priority.

Just thinking about taking a bath with his wife in broad daylight made even Zhao Rong, who was thick-skinned, blush slightly.

Why does it feel increasingly wrong? Seeing the seductive Little Little and the ethereal, cool-tempered wife as he came back, he could barely hold back, especially just now.

Afterward, Zhao Rong suddenly became quiet.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying were bickering and didn’t notice anything unusual.

At that moment.

"Shut up, it’s all because of your strange cultivation technique," Zhao Rong suddenly chided with an abrupt comment.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, who were chatting, paused their conversation and fell silent.

They both turned to look, puzzled. "Ziyu, what... what did you just say?"

"Ahem, it’s nothing." Zhao Rong coughed into his hand and offered an apologetic smile, "Just talking to myself. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. Let’s drop it; I still have things to do. I’ll be going now. Oh, Yushu, may I borrow your room to change clothes?"

Zhao Rong didn’t pay any more attention to the sarcastic Sword Spirit in his Heart Lake who had slept for a long time and had just awoken a few days ago; he turned and walked away.

On the way, the thought of that strange cultivation technique from the Fu Yao Realm he decided to practice a few days ago after shattering the mirror made him frown slightly...

Zhao Rong entered Fan Yushu’s room and changed into a set of clean, odorless clothes, washed his face to dispel the lingering fragrance left by Qing Jun.

After some thought, Zhao Rong borrowed some of Fan Yushu’s fragrances and smeared them on himself. Satisfied, he patted his hands clean, said goodbye to his friends before leaving, and ordered them not to return yet so as not to disturb Qing Jun’s sleep.

Zhao Rong left the student quarters at ease and hurried to a certain place in the academy.

For Qing Jun’s situation, that was the only way to handle it for now. But how to deal with Little Little’s situation... Zhao Rong’s face showed a moment of hesitation, as if he had thought of something.

Speaking of which... What was that silly girl doing now?

He quickened his pace...

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PS: No good, Little Rong feels more and more that something’s off, he has to hold back... That’s all for this time, I couldn’t control myself. Let’s catch the next ride...

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