My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 1146 - 706: You Want to Freeload Off Me?

In Jingchen Hall.

After a moment, Su Changfeng, having finished reciting, pursued, "Mr. Zhu, what do you think of these verses?"

"They’re... they’re okay, the rhythm is quite good."

"It’s not about the rhythm," Su Changfeng shook his head to correct, a desire to express bursting forth in his heart, "The brilliance of this ode lies in its elegant wording without being frivolous, breaking away from the current Academy’s flamboyant literary style, each line brims with refreshing air, truly invigorating, especially with those occasional stunning lines."

"Um, really..." Zhu Yourong whispered.

"Yes." Su Changfeng couldn’t help but return to his old habits as a teacher at the Academy, "And the most exquisite aspect is its vivid depiction of the Li Territory Goddess in the text, capturing an essence that’s both grand yet not overwhelming, beautiful but not shocking, so vivid that reading it feels like viewing a masterpiece painting."

"......"

Su Changfeng sighed and then lifted his gaze to stare at the orchid-like woman listening attentively beside him, seriously saying:

"Even though we have never met this Li Goddess, nor know if she is a fictional creation, reading about her feels palpable, is this not a hundred times more vivid than the beauty painting praised by Brother Duan... The person seems right in front of us, graceful and charming... She not only possesses the appearance of captivating beauty but also exudes a purity and freshness like lotus emerging from clear water, natural and unadorned, and moreover..."

Though her heart nearly jumped into her throat, she couldn’t help but ask, "And moreover what?"

Su Changfeng glanced at Zhu Yourong, then turned to look out the window, praising, "Moreover, the sincerity and purity in the Li Goddess’s love are so wonderful that... Though she leaves, her presence lingers, emotions enduring. For the protagonist in the ode, the image of the Li Goddess and the memories of their encounter remain vivid, leaving him romantically yet bittersweetly restless, making him loiter by Luoshui unable to leave..."

"Really..." Zhu Yourong’s eyes lowered,

Later, the teacher responsible for Shuaixing Hall’s Poetry and Prose Skill analyzed meticulously, colleagues observing and praising in agreement, yet the heart of a certain lady teacher by the window was already elsewhere.

"So that day I hurried down the mountain to save you in Great Li... You remembered it all."

"So that day at the Imperial Mausoleum Waterfall when I turned sorrowfully, you understood my intent."

"So recently when you said you would no longer come for tea, yet kept the teaching assistant position... it was a restrained and implicit hint."

In the hall reciting "Leaving God Ode," Zhu Yourong stood stunned.

"So when we were together, like me, your heart was joyfully delighted; and when turning away, felt sadness and reluctance... So you did not dare paint me, yet in your eyes, my image is so beautiful... So all along, you’ve pretended to be oblivious... pretending not to like me."

On this day, close to noon, a lady teacher’s heart suddenly surged with joy.

...

"Not allowed to write anymore? Um, why?"

In the gentle autumn breeze, Zhao Rong asked confusedly.

"No reason."

Ahead, the lady teacher clutching books turned suddenly, gripping them, tapping Zhao Rong’s wooden head with them, lightly yet with a hint of ’annoyance at not meeting expectations’ expression, "just not allowed to write anymore."

Seeing the surprised look on Zhao Rong’s face, Zhu Yourong’s speculation was again confirmed, feeling somewhat satisfied and secretly delighted, then she added with a serious expression, "Unless."

"Unless what?" Zhao Rong asked curiously, oblivious to misunderstanding.

Zhu Yourong glanced at him, sideways at the roadside bouquet, softly, "Unless after you leave Academy next year..."

"After leaving Academy..." Zhao Rong murmured with a frown, then looked at the slightly red-cheeked Zhu Yourong, saying earnestly: "Why can’t it be written during the student phase?"

"You tell me?" Zhu Yourong asked with a glare, slightly annoyed.

"Me? It’s just a piece of literary composition, moreover it was truly created from my feelings, is this type of composition not suitable to show to teachers?" Zhao Rong asked puzzled.

"You keep talking!" Zhu Yourong couldn’t help but tap the skull of this pretending fool again.

Zhao Rong dodged slightly but unsurprisingly couldn’t escape the knock from a Half-step Nascent Soul lady teacher, scratching his head, persistently asking:

"But this time’s poetry assessment clearly gave the theme of ’emotion arises and ends in propriety,’ what’s wrong with my writing this way?"

Someone’s tone remained confident, Zhu Yourong couldn’t resist looking him over several times at his earnest expression:

Pretending quite well... Sigh, why are men like this, whether old or young, is face truly so important? Always pretending seriousness... Truly... when dying, everything softens, only the mouth remains firm...

Despite feeling somewhat amused and irritated, Zhu Yourong remained expressionless.

Her pair of willow eyes seriously focused for a while on Zhao Rong who was earnestly asking, at a certain moment, nodded slightly then ’very considerately’ said:

"Oh, by coincidence, I saw a bit of this ’Leaving God Ode’ back in Jingchen Hall, so, in that case, you did meet a Li Goddess who captivated your thoughts in Great Li?"

"Exactly so. But, um actually there’s some artistic embellishment involved too..." Zhao Rong responded casually.

"Oh, really." Zhu Yourong turned away, continuing forward with books, Zhao Rong couldn’t see her expression.

Standing in place, he pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head, switched shoulders for the book bag, quickly caught up, and once they were almost walking side by side, Zhao Rong suddenly said: "Next time, I won’t write this kind of composition."

"Oh."

"Before becoming a scholar." Zhao Rong added.

"That’s good."

"The impact of this piece truly surpassed my expectations, writing this at the student phase is indeed not too good." He nodded in agreement.

"Hmm."

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but hold his forehead in lament:

"Hmm, am I being too showy, overshadowing the scholar brothers, this isn’t good, being too ostentatious... Over the past few days, I truly feel, the trees stand out in the forest, the wind will certainly destroy them, doing things according to the timeline, stepping half a step ahead makes you a genius, stepping a whole step ahead makes you a marvel, likely to be beaten to death..."

Zhu Yourong glanced sideways at the man, suppressing her urge to laugh from his earnestly serious yet excuse-giving expression, taking thirty years of profound skill to hold back, then nodded seriously:

"Hmm-hmm." Whatever you say. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Thanks for the reminder." Zhao Rong turned to look at her, sincerely said.

"No need to thank me."

Zhao Rong insisted, "I need to thank you, not just for this reminder, but also previously... for that batch of spring water."

Zhu Yourong’s delicate eyebrows slightly raised, then quickly lowered, deliberately showing a look of confusion, turning to ask back: "What spring water?"

"It’s... the one from the old Sacrificial Officer." The person started uncomfortably.

"What old Sacrificial Officer? What previously? I don’t understand what you’re saying." Zhu Yourong raised her chin, looking ahead.

"It’s the batch of Zhengguan Spring Water given by the old Sacrificial Officer, didn’t you give it to him..."

"What are you saying? I’m just a marginal calligraphy teacher at the Academy, where could I get so much Zhengguan Spring Water?" Zhu Yourong imitated Zhao Rong just before, saying earnestly: "Let alone... giving it to you for free, um why would I go roundabout to give you something free? Wasn’t our agreement already canceled? Don’t flatter yourself."

"I..."

"You what?" She pointed a slender index finger at her chin, suddenly turning, "Or are you... wanting something for free?"

"......" Zhao Rong.

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