My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 709 - 437: Who is the Most Beautiful?

At this moment, the atmosphere in the tavern became somewhat quiet.

Everyone, holding their bowls, watched the two men, both surnamed Zhao, one big and one small.

The former was currently grasping the wrist of the latter.

At this time, Zhao Rong’s raised eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said with a serious face,

"Shopkeeper Zhao, I’m not interested in men."

"..." the crowd.

"???" Zhao Xifu.

The atmosphere seemed to have tensed up...

The disheveled shopkeeper hastily threw away the inappropriate hand like a hot potato.

He cursed under his breath, "To hell with it, I don’t like men either, damn it..."

Hmm, not interested in old men... Zhao Rong jokingly added to himself.

If a certain Fan surnamed student, who was happily watching the drama unfold, heard this, he’d definitely change his expression drastically, squeezing his legs together.

"What can I do for you, Shopkeeper Zhao?"

Zhao Rong asked politely with a smile, while shaking his bowl and withdrawing his hand back into his sleeve.

Zhao Xifu, who was wiping his hands on his clothes with an annoyed expression, now gave a sidelong glance to this unpredictably behaving youngster.

Then, he glanced at the wine pot and after a moment, said leisurely,

"This is Ice Lady Wine."

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Rong nodded, "I’ve heard of it."

Zhao Xifu folded his arms and pursed his lips, as if about to speak.

"Little Zhao."

At that moment, the always-smiling Bingniang, who had been watching these young people eat, suddenly spoke up, interrupting Shopkeeper Zhao.

She said earnestly, "You promised me before."

Zhao Xifu shrugged helplessly, "I never said he couldn’t drink."

The stern-faced Bingniang’s countenance then brightened with a smile, nodding, "That’s more like it. A promise is something you can’t go back on."

The next second, she turned her head and said softly,

"Young Master Zhao, please drink to your heart’s content. He can’t escape what he promised me."

Zhao Rong nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Sister Xia."

Bingniang chuckled, seemingly pleased with the moniker, yet she continued,

"However, although this wine may have a frivolous name, and incidentally shares mine, it was ultimately brewed by Little Zhao alone. I have no say over it, and sometimes Little Zhao has some rather odd rules... Young Master Zhao, please bear with it and don’t take offence at his peculiarities."

Zhao Rong nodded again with a smile, "No offense taken, Sister Xia. It’s only right."

Her words were polite and sincere, but ultimately she drew a clear line between insiders and outsiders, not the kind of foolish woman who turns away from her own people.

Zhao Xifu, whose eyelids were drooping, suddenly brightened up with spirit.

He rubbed his hands together, grinning, "Exactly, my wine, my rules. That cup of wine was begged by the girl named Qian’er on your behalf with endless nagging and whining, annoying me to death. Fine, it’s yours, but just one cup. You can only drink it yourself and cannot give it to anyone else."

Zhao Xifu spoke slowly, then raised his index finger, twirling it to point down at the ground.

"These are the rules of the Summer Insect Pavilion. Once you’re here, you have to abide by them."

He paused again, as if to ponder, and then let out a hearty laugh:

"Hahaha... rules, I love rules, haha... rules, such a wonderful thing, haha..."

The sloppy shopkeeper, clutching his stomach, seemed to find something extremely funny, laughing until he was nearly in tears.

The laughter echoed in the empty hall, as lonely and absurd as the sounds from the ancient Copper Bell hanging at the door.

Zhao Rong and the others watched curiously.

"What’s gotten into you now? People are eating..." Bingniang finally couldn’t stand it anymore, she furrowed her brow and, with hands on her hips, went to twist the flesh on Zhao Xifu’s waist, calming his laughter.

Shopkeeper Zhao, you seem to have quite a serious condition... Zhao Rong mused to himself.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth and pointed towards the pitch-black wine pot, asking,

"Does that mean, Shopkeeper Zhao, that only I can drink one cup, which was specifically requested by Qian’er, others don’t get any, and I cannot pass it on?"

Zhao Xifu nodded with a clicking sound.

Zhao Rong earnestly asked, "Shopkeeper, I’ve heard from friends about the rules here. It seems that Ice Lady Wine is supposed to preserve one’s looks; but as a grown man, what use do I have for maintaining my youth?"

He paused, glanced at the shopkeeper with his rough, unshaven chin, and then at the little Qian’er who was pulling at his sleeve and shaking her head with a frown.

Zhao Rong smiled, patting Qian’er’s hand underneath the table, understanding her genuinely kind intent.

Isn’t she just worried that her brother Rong’er’s cultivation will stagnate, and he’ll gradually become like this shopkeeper Zhao, another grizzly uncle? The key point is that she and Qing Jun will continue to enjoy their long lifespans and maintain their youthful looks.

It’s not about refusing to grow old together; rather, it’s about... staying together with black hair and growing old together, the importance lies in... being together.

Furthermore, Qian’er and Qing Jun probably also worry that when he ages alone, facing the eternally youthful Qing Jun, he would feel distressed.

Even the most open-minded man would probably feel disappointment and depression when faced with such a situation.

So, the meal tonight before leaving, the fact that my wife and Qian’er chose this place is actually laden with deep intentions, it’s very likely just to win over a cup of this Ice Lady Wine, right?

Zhao Rong thought to himself.

At this moment, in the face of Qian’er and his wife’s quietly glancing eyes,

Zhao Rong nodded and acknowledged, "Mm, alright, it does have some uses."

Under everyone’s gaze, he spoke while reaching out to take the wine pot and pour the drink.

This time, Zhao Xifu didn’t stop him, allowing Zhao Rong to pour a cup. However, the shopkeeper this time, upon hearing the conversation, scoffed disdainfully:

"Ice Lady Wine as a Youthful Elixir? What people outside say? Ha, how many years has it been, and Wangque Mountain is still full of such uninformed folks, those who’ve come to my place over the years have also been getting less interesting by the day. Only one and a half souls are worth talking to till hearts’ content, I’m almost spitting out uninspired spit here..."

With diminished enthusiasm, he waved his hand dismissively and muttered, "Fine, fine, if you want to consider it as a Youthful Elixir, that’s your business, but there’s only enough for one cup..."

Zhao Rong slightly raised his eyebrow, silently taking note of these words, but at that time, he didn’t inquire further and suddenly said:

"However,"

He lowered his eyes, looking at the cup in his hand and shook his head, "I will not drink this cup of wine." freewёbnoνel-com

A great man like him drinking such a beauty-preserving concoction, and in front of so many women, would he have any dignity left? In the evening when he got back, he’d probably be laughed to death by a certain Sword Spirit, eh, might be starting to laugh already, actually.

Zhao Rong’s mouth slightly curled.

He glanced at Qian’er biting her lip, and asked, "Shopkeeper Zhao, since Qian’er asked for this cup of wine, would it be possible for her to choose someone else to drink it...?"

"No way."

"No way."

Two opposing voices nearly resonated at the same time within the hall, interrupting Zhao Rong’s speech.

One was from Zhao Xifu, and the other... Zhao Rong furrowed his brow, turned his head, and saw the wayward Qian’er silently eating her meal.

Zhao Xifu crossed his legs, waggled his index finger towards Zhao Rong, intentionally making things difficult:

"No can do, the rules have bound it to you. Drink up, lad, if you won’t drink, then pour it out; stop dawdling, and make it quick. Summer Insect Pavilion doesn’t have the time to store or transfer it for you."

Qian’er nodded, holding her bowl and spoke softly, "Yes, you better drink up quickly, don’t waste it. It’s fine wine, not a bitter medicine. Um, if you want sugar, I have some too..."

Her eyes slightly squinted as she mumbled, shifting her gaze away, not looking at Rong’er’s frowning brother.

This was one of the rare times the little girl defied Zhao Rong and stood on the same side as a stranger against a common foe.

Zhao Rong was silent for a while and then calmly said, "Rules have bound it to me, you say? Then may I ask if there are any other rules that I’m unaware of that can nullify this binding and allow it to be transferred to someone else?"

"Oh?" Zhao Xifu raised an eyebrow, nodded in admission, "There is indeed such a rule, but..."

He scrutinized the young Confucian Scholar that he found somewhat annoying and snickered, "Are you sure you want to try? All right, by the rules, those who begged for drinks before had to have a chat with me, heh, I only poured the wine if they said something interesting."

Zhao Xifu paused, his hand shaking the wine pot, "You, young man, are being fastidious and don’t wish to drink, wanting to transfer it to someone else is a first for me as well. Hmm, I won’t make it difficult for you, just answer me one small question then, quite a simple one."

As he spoke these last few words, the shopkeeper’s expression was very sincere.

Zhao Rong looked at Zhao Xifu and nodded calmly.

At that moment, Lingfei, who had been quiet all along, found it hard to remain silent. How could that question seem simple at all? It was clearly meant to make things difficult for her husband.

She was about to speak, but someone else was quicker to speak out than her.

"Ziyu, what prevents a man from drinking Youthful Elixir Wine? Besides, this is also an act of kindness from Miss Qian’er. Fine wines may deceive, but one must not let down a beautiful lady. Why reject it?"

Zhu Yourong spoke with a soft chuckle, shook her head, and served Su Xiaoxiao another morsel with her chopsticks.

Lingfei looked at the lady teacher from the Academy brought by her husband, pursed her lips, and spoke softly to Zhao Rong, "Teacher Zhu is correct."

Su Xiaoxiao also wanted to persuade Zhao Rong, but it wasn’t appropriate for her to speak out rashly at this time, so biting her chopsticks she nodded her head in agreement, going along with everyone else.

Then, Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying also offered a few words of encouragement.

Zhao Rong quietly observed the circle of people, remaining silent. He then turned directly to Zhao Xifu and spoke:

"A simple question... hmm, please ask, Shopkeeper Zhao."

Zhao Xifu looked at him with a beaming smile, "Are you sure? Because if you can’t answer later, the cup of wine that the girl begged for will be gone."

Zhao Rong took a bite of his meal, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at him, as if to say, why do you talk so much pointless stuff?

Seeing this, Zhao Xifu huffed a few times.

He then pointed around at the several women at the table and asked teasingly:

"With so many women here tonight... who do you think is the most beautiful?"

Zhao Rong immediately sensed trouble... this question...

Indeed, the next second, the place fell suddenly silent.

The several ladies who had wanted to continue persuading him, one after another, clammed up.

Following that, their glances began to subtly drift towards a certain person...

The floating gazes seemed to suggest: It is indeed a simple question, just a matter of one sentence, go ahead, tell the truth.

Zhao Rong: @!#$%^&*(!@#@¥...????

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