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

Teacher Si and the students of Shuaixing Hall had been brewing the atmosphere for an entire afternoon, which was entirely disrupted by the few sharp snaps of Zhao Rong's broken guqin strings.


In the eyes of some students, what was supposed to be an elegant event of "arriving in high spirits and leaving satisfied" had just dissipated, truly a mood-killer.


Si Wuxie stopped the movement of his hands, tilting his head towards the source of the snapped strings. He listened quietly for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, remaining silent.


Yu Huaijin glanced at Teacher Si and rose to approach Zhao Rong.


Jia Tengying stared blankly at his new roommate.


Not far from Jia Tengying, two female students were sitting upright. One of them couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw Zhao Rong clumsily break the strings.


Chapter 220 What Kind of Family Is This?