Yang Xiaorong

Upon opening his eyes, there before him was a bridal chamber adorned with red candles and windows.
A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and robes of rank sat upright on the nuptial bed, her face covered by a red bridal veil.
Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Have I become a groom? Oh, and a junior one at that."
Understood.
His facial expression brewed for a moment before he twisted his mouth into a smile, "Wait a second..."
Huh, something's amiss.
The bride is my childhood sweetheart who also harbored a crush on me?
Oh, then that's alright.
This is very fitting.
Zhao Rong stepped forward, happily lifting the red bridal veil, "Hey hey, my lady, where are you running off to?"
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In the great era of contention, the tide of the times surged forth, and Confucian Scholar Zhao Rong bravely faced it head-on. Not only did he seek to catch up to the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart turned Sword Immortal Lady, but he also wished to witness firsthand the dispute that engulfed more than half of the Cultivation World, the strife among the various schools of thought...
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[Slow-burn], [Non-cliché], [Non-level-up], [Romance plot], [Sweet without the angst]
This book is also known as "I Have a Fox Fairy Wife", "Rebirth: I Deliver Parcels in the Otherworld", "Zhao Ziyu, The Smirking Scholar" "I Really Don't Want to Be a Kept Man"...

My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

Ignoring him, Yu Huaijin led the other students of Shuaixing Hall to follow Teacher Si.


Zhao Rong whistled, gave Fan Yushu a sidelong glance, and walked off with a slight smile on his lips.


Behind them, Fan Yushu stared in frustration, watching Zhao Rong.


During that afternoon's art class, Zhao Rong found it very interesting since Teacher Si had barely spoken a word.


He, along with the students from Shuaixing Hall, remained equally silent, following Teacher Si.


Within Linlu Academy, which spanned a vast area, everyone walked among the tranquil forests and mountains.


It was like treading through autumn, pausing intermittently.


When Teacher Si walked, they walked, and when Teacher Si halted, they stopped.


Sometimes, under the dense forest of red leaves, a cool breeze would arise, the forest waves rolling, thousands of autumn leaves rustling, the sound surging in layers.


Si Wuxie would slowly halt, standing still with his staff.


Chapter 219 Huaijin Holds Yu_3