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

Studying finger techniques with Brother Teng Ying?


Zhao Rong looked up expressionlessly and just quietly watched Yu Huaijin without speaking.


Yu Huaijin, slightly curious, glanced at the oddly reacting Zhao Rong. She didn't mind and moved forward a few steps. She took paper and a pen from Fan Yushu and placed them next to Zhao Rong's hand.


Yu Huaijin spoke softly, "Originally, after mastering the tune, this stage would be about isolating and practicing difficult phrases in detail."


She paused, looked at Zhao Rong and continued, "However, with your situation of incomplete tone discrimination and difficulty in mastering rhythm nuances, it's best to continually practice the entire piece. Play it more, and eventually, you will find the sense of music."


Yu Huaijin pointed casually at the pen and paper beside Zhao Rong, "From now on, every time you play, make a mark on it—draw a 'correct' character. Well, let's start with a hundred 'correct' characters today."


Chapter 227 Never Fall Into This Young Master's Hands_2