My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 214 - 177 Because Mingyue Likes to Write Poems
Chapter 214: Chapter 177: Because Mingyue Likes to Write Poems
Chapter 214: Chapter 177: Because Mingyue Likes to Write Poems
Lingfei of the Zhao Family came before Ye Lanzhi, staring at her junior sister’s embarrassed expression with a bit of a headache.
Just now, Zhao Rong had briefly explained to Lingfei the whole sequence of events.
“How could you have sent the love letter to another woman?”
She felt a bit of heartache inside, and also some urgency.
However, she was relatively satisfied with Rong’er’s honest and sincere attitude afterwards.
Yet Lingfei stubbornly felt that some things still needed to be clarified, especially the thought that other women might still mistake her husband for a frivolous playboy was something that she, normally indifferent to worldly affairs, simply couldn’t sit still about and couldn’t “indifferent” herself to…
If the men couldn’t explain it properly, then she would do it herself.
As she thought this, Lingfei’s eyes welled up with a trace of grievance and helplessness, wondering why everything seemed to change whenever it involved that man behind her, caring about this and that unlike her usual self.
Lingfei was a bit annoyed, yet at the same time, there was something indescribable in her heart… a longing that didn’t reject the changes he brought.
Her past life had been too monotonous and dull, like a blank sheet of paper, and he was the most interesting burst of color, always had been from before until now, like vibrant paint now aggressively seeking to fill her whiteness.
After gazing for a moment, Lingfei suddenly reached out and took the hand of the bewildered Ye Lanzhi, “Junior sister, I’m sorry.”
Her tone was genuinely apologetic.
Ye Lanzhi was startled. This was the first time she had ever heard such words from Lingfei.
Feeling Lingfei’s cool fingertips, Ye Lanzhi quickly waved her other hand, “Senior sister, don’t be like this, you did nothing wrong, there’s nothing to apologize for.”
“I am apologizing on behalf of Rong’er. Men can be clumsy causing this misunderstanding, and it offended you… Junior sister, that love letter was actually written by Rong’er for me… I’m really sorry. If he does this again next time, I’ll I’ll… beat him.”
Behind her, Zhao Rong’s eyelid twitched, good lord, that sounded rather alarming…
Lingfei was unaware that her casual words had given Zhao Rong a shock.
After speaking, Lingfei looked at Ye Lanzhi’s flushed face, wanting to say more but stopping herself. Yet she bit her lower lip, “Junior sister, you really don’t have that love letter anymore…?”
As Ye Lanzhi thought about the misunderstanding that had arisen during her talk with Zhao Rong, she felt her face burning with heat, and upon Lingfei’s request for the letter, she hurriedly replied, “I have it, I have it, I’ll give it to you right now.”
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After saying this, she took out a jade hairpin that was actually a Sumeru Object and started to search for the letter.
Lingfei’s heart relaxed, she squeezed Ye Lanzhi’s hand and smiled, “Thank you, junior sister.”
Afterward, she received the hastily handed over letter from the other party, tucked it into her sleeve, and exchanged a few gentle words with Ye Lanzhi to ease the awkwardness in her heart, and then she turned and left.
Ye Lanzhi watched Lingfei’s graceful retreating figure, feeling like everything that had just happened was as surreal as a dream.
Is this still the Lingfei I knew?
Ye Lanzhi recalled Lingfei’s demeanor and words from just now and couldn’t help feeling that compared to the Lingfei she admired in the past, it was as if she had become a different person.
The beloved daughter of heaven from Taiching Four Mansions had never been like this in front of others.
So… we never truly understood her… understood her other side…
Ye Lanzhi’s gaze became distant, feeling that this side of Lingfei, compared to the past, held a touch more of life’s flavor, no longer quite so unapproachable.
Suddenly, she quietly turned her head, her eyes complex as she gazed at Zhao Rong, who was sitting beside Lingfei with a smile on his face.
And all of this could almost certainly be attributed to this rather unremarkable looking man…
It turns out, those rumors before… were true.
Lingfei had no idea that her little junior sister was thinking so much behind her back as she returned to her seat.
Facing Zhao Rong’s smiling face, Lingfei did not even glance his way, as if he didn’t exist.
She didn’t want to deal with him.
She sat down, turned the pages of her book, and looked down, concentrating on her reading, pretending someone did not exist.
Zhao Rong felt a bit helpless.
He had recently gotten a full experience of his wife’s temper; alas, she was no longer as obedient and amiable as she was when she was younger, having developed some womanly moods.
He remembered, when they were young, how she used to follow him around all the time, compliant and gentle in whatever he said.
When Zhao Rong was upset, she would think of ways to make him laugh and cheer him up.
And sometimes, when Zhao Rong felt troubled over some matter in school—as all were the odd vexations of childhood—Qing Jun would tug at his sleeve, looking cautiously at his expression, sitting silently on the steps beside him, her chin resting on her drawn-up knees, joining him in his sorrow.
In the deep courtyards of the Duke Mansion in Jingnan, most of the time, they were actually filled with countless amusing incidents, during which they would laugh happily, and Qing Jun’s smile was always the brightest, outshining even Qian’er, who liked to show her teeth with her goofy smiles.
In the back rows of Four Seasons Hall, Zhao Rong’s expression grew distant, his mind being washed over by those sealed memories for some reason today.
Zhao Lingfei was looking down at her book, and he cocked his head, staring blankly at her quiet profile.
Her eyelashes were long and fluttering, and those deep Autumn-like eyes were truly lovely. The slightly upturned corners of her eyes were much more beautiful than when she was a child, but at the same time, made Qing Jun’s expression look cold when she was not smiling. Especially since there was a charming teardrop mole on the other side of her face that Zhao Rong could not see from where he was sitting on her right, the reflected profile in his eyes seemed to exude a frosty aloofness.
Can you imagine? This cool and serene lady in front of you was a quiet and reticent girl when she was a child, but back then she was very fond of smiling, like a pure and immaculate Qinglian lotus, blossoming unexpectedly now and then, with its pure white petals often stained with blotches of pink, always offering surprising delights.
So free-spirited and carefree.
Back then, Zhao Rong could easily make Qing Jun laugh, and she was not distant at all; she was always by his side.
Unlike now, when she mostly maintained a placid complexion, and even when she smiled at him, it was only a slight, shallow smile. Even though it was still very beautiful, it always seemed to Zhao Rong that something was missing.
What exactly was it?
He was lost in deep thought.
That was what Zhao Rong now yearned to experience again, even if just once.
In his memory, Zhao Rong occasionally upset Qing Jun.
Once, after hearing rumors from peers in the Taiching Four Mansions that a fierce demon had been suppressed by the Zhao Family’s ancestors at the bottom of the lake next to the Cheng’en Tower, Zhao Rong, who feared nothing at that age and had just learned to swim, insisted on going down into the water to check. However, Qing Jun and Qian’er, who followed him, kept pulling on him, trying to stop him.
But Zhao Rong at that time wouldn’t listen and, breaking free from their grip, stubbornly dove into the water. Just before submerging, he seemed to hear the extraordinary crying of a little girl—Qing Jun seldom cried. No matter how much he teased her in other days, she would only bear it with a soft and compliant smile, which sometimes made Zhao Rong feel slightly guilty.
After Zhao Rong’s underwater exploration and when he returned, he found Qing Jun, that girl who never cried no matter how much she was teased, sitting on the ground with her small body convulsing intermittently, her voice hoarse and choked up, already in tears, truly heart-wrenching.
Zhao Rong approached, scratching his head, intending to take back the clothes she was holding for him, but Qing Jun clung to his clothes, curling up her delicate body and sniffling, her blurred tearful eyes staring dazedly at the deep lake that had just “swallowed” Zhao Rong, ignoring him and not returning his tear-soaked clothes.
And so, Zhao Rong returned wearing only his underpants… As a result, he was scolded by his mother, and Qing Jun did not speak to him for three days. However, Zhao Rong did not go to coax her, and after three days, she got over it herself…
Zhao Rong remembered this so clearly because it was the first time Qing Jun had gotten angry in his memory, even though it was more bark than bite.
The young Qing Jun indulged and complied with him, and that was probably why Zhao Rong, before the memories of his past life had awakened, never bothered to pay attention to her, right? What did her feelings have to do with me?
The favored ones are always fearless.
However, now Zhao Lingfei had changed a lot…
So for Zhao Rong at the present, the woman before him who did not interact with him had temporarily become “the perpetual unrest of desiring what one cannot obtain”?
Zhao Rong was lost in a myriad of thoughts, staring blankly at her cold and clear profile.
Outside the Four Seasons Hall, the rain that had fallen for two days had stopped, with constant drops of water falling from the eaves, striking the ground, drip-drip, and before the class started, the hall was filled with a rumbling noise. Zhao Rong could even sense several gazes sweeping over him and Zhao Lingfei…
But at this moment, Zhao Rong didn’t care about any of that.
His eyes were only for her.
Zhao Rong suddenly spoke, “Qing Jun, I like you.”
Zhao Lingfei, intently reading her book, pursed her lips and, without turning her head, stayed quiet for a short while, “Why?”
“Because Bright Moon likes to write poetry.”
“Why does Bright Moon like to write poetry?”
“Because my liking you doesn’t need a reason.”
Zhao Lingfei’s gaze trembled, and in the next second, her fair cheeks gradually filled with fiery rouge.
Slowly.
The corners of her lips curled up gently, the curve growing more pronounced, more profound, until at last, it became a full moon.
The lady shyly lowered her head, her eyes brimming with radiance, her smile was blooming, just like the resplendent, blossoming green plum of her childhood.
She was no longer cold and distant, but right there, at that very moment!
Zhao Rong’s breath hitched, it was this bowing of her head, this smile, that he had been longing for, earnestly seeking in his dreams.
The next moment.
Zhao Rong leaned forward.
His lips gently touched her cheek.
