My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 710 - 438 Zhao Rong: Let me put together a couple of lines for you (5600 words)
Chapter 710: Chapter 438 Zhao Rong: Let me put together a couple of lines for you (5600 words)
Su Xiaoxiao had been ruminating over the right words, preparing to persuade Zhao Rong.
But hearing the question, her little head suddenly bowed, and she picked up her small rice bowl and began to shovel in the rice in chaos.
Hmm, who’s the most beautiful?
With her chopsticks in hand, Su Xiaoxiao hastily pushed the steaming white rice into her mouth.
At the same time, the adorable fox’s eyes rolled slightly upwards, glancing at the former lover who had coaxed her to eat his candy by telling her she was the most beautiful and charming.
The little fox demon, who loved red garments even more than her lover, stared without blinking.
Her cheeks puffed up more and more.
Her mouth was stuffed with white rice, unafraid of choking to death...
Could she become the first fox demon in the history of the Fox Clan to die of choking? Hmm, never mind...
Su Xiaoxiao: ~(>_<)~
On the other side, under the dining table, Lingfei’s delicate hand that was about to pull at her husband’s sleeve quietly lowered back onto her jade leg.
Then, with the same hand, she gently pinched a wrinkle in the fabric of her lotus-pink skirt on her leg and soon lifted to pick up her chopsticks, carefully catching the food beneath.
Lingfei placed a piece of food into the rice bowl that her husband was holding, which was now stiff in the air.
During this time, except for initially lifting her autumn-colored eyes to see Zhao Rong, who appeared to be awkwardly stuck, Lingfei kept her eyelids slightly drooped, focusing intently on the dish she was picking with her chopsticks for her husband.
After picking the dish, she turned her head and casually glanced at the various delicacies on the table.
As if pondering which one to serve her husband next...
Lingfei pursed her lips and sat quietly next to Zhao Rong.
It seemed she didn’t want to interrupt her husband as he pondered a fair, unquestionable, and utterly accurate answer to the question posed.
A certain young Confucian scholar: .....
At a slight distance from the table, facing Zhao Rong, who was previously adamant about not drinking the Ice Lady Wine, Zhu Yourong’s jade lips were on the verge of parting when, upon hearing the Shopkeeper’s question, she nearly instantly turned her elegant head to smile at the Ice Lady:
"The host’s cooking is really good."
After speaking, Zhu Yourong’s smile lingered as she tasted another dish. Then she turned to look at the reserved young girl by her side.
Yu Huaijin was quietly nibbling her rice from the beginning, in small, careful bites.
Eating in silence.
Therefore, the woman in the Confucian robe also followed this virtuous example and began to eat without speaking.
She modestly tilted her head, eating from her bowl, and every now and then lifted her gaze, her lips curling into a smile as she caught a glimpse of Zhao Rong.
Zhu Yourong, usually composed and elegant, showed a trace of curiosity, as if completely unaware of the oddly silent atmosphere at the moment and anticipating the upcoming words of someone...
Meanwhile, Li Xueyou, who had been eating her meal quietly like a transparent presence, pricked up her ears and then discreetly looked up at Zhao Rong...
However, at this moment, in response to the question suddenly thrown out by Zhao Xifu, Zhao Qian’s reaction was quite composed, not unlike that of a certain reserved young girl.
Zhao Qian’er glanced at the lady who was demure and virtuous in serving dishes to someone and curled her lip.
Hmph, it didn’t matter. With the lady present, she’d undoubtedly be second regardless. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Even when she had privately asked Rong’er in Great Li who was prettier between her and the lady, and he had ardently insisted they were equally beautiful.
But a treacherous man will always be a treacherous man. How could she, who grew up with him from childhood, not know him?
Qian’er had long seen through everything, showing a maturity that was heartbreakingly clear...
Whimpering that she was just a second wife, how could she compare to someone’s main wife... Zhao Qian’er thought sourly, sniffling lightly, when suddenly, she let out a small exclamation and looked at Zhao Rong.
Rong’er hadn’t responded immediately. Was he... hesitating? This wasn’t like him at all.
Zhao Qian’er grew slightly puzzled, but soon, she snorted through her nose twice and gleefully turned her attention back to a certain treacherous man...
At this moment, faced with one gaze after another from the women that were either nonchalant or undisguised, Zhao Rong’s hand holding his wine cup trembled a bit.
The surface of his Ice Lady Wine rippled, but compared to the tempests in his Heart Lake, they were nothing...
Great, now you all come to the rescue, where was this energy just a moment ago?
Especially you, Zhu Yourong, where was the promise of our mutual mentorship and friendship, ready to stand by each other through thick and thin... What sort of look is that you’re giving me now? And you’re joining Qing Jun and Su Xiaoxiao in their antics... Are you trying to make sure I freeze to death even faster?
He couldn’t help but grumble inwardly, full of complaints.
Just then, Zhao Rong’s eyes widened.
Because unexpectedly, he saw a short, blue-clothed girl with her hands on her hips, wrinkling her nose and looking at him threateningly.
Jingzi’s eyes, fixed on him, were equally demanding.
Zhao Rong suddenly became spirited, no longer submissive, deciding to fight back forcefully!
He glared fiercely at Jingzi’s pouting face,
Good grief, you little girl, not yet fully grown and you dare to puff up your chest and threaten me? Cough, is this really your place to interfere? You even dare to step into this, maybe keep quiet if your chest isn’t big enough...
The blue-clothed young girl, treated like soft persimmon, wasn’t one to yield either; well, at least not when her Teacher and Sister Yu were around.
So far from being docile, she immediately crossed her arms and pouted back, muttering:
"Hey Zhao Rong, I’m asking you a question, who’s the most beautiful? Hurry up and answer, hmph."
The two stared each other down, big eyes against small.
Zhao Rong smirked dismissively, "Kids shouldn’t meddle in adults’ affairs. Wait a minute, you don’t think you have a chance, do you? No way, no way, right?"
Jingzi: "???"
The little girl roared, "You’re done for, scoundrel, I’ll have your dog’s life!"
Zhao Rong intentionally dragged out time, his tone filled with sarcastic reluctance, unleashing thirty percent of his skill in a verbal fight with Gui.
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