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

"Oh," Jingzi spoke softly and indifferently.


At this moment, several individuals inside the pavilion seemed to have noticed Yu Huaijin, who had just entered Yilan Pavilion.


Among them, a handsome man in splendid attire quickly left the pavilion and approached her.


"Brother Huaijin, what a coincidence to see you here."


The man was Han Wenfu, his smile warm and his tone filled with pleasant surprise.


"Brother Han, Brother Chen, Brother Wei..." Yu Huaijin replied calmly, bowing respectfully to him and the other senior halls' students behind him.


"Brother Yu." The group returned her salute.


With a smile, Han Wenfu said, "Brother Huaijin, it seems you are here to seek Teacher Zhu's guidance in calligraphy as well."


As he spoke, he carefully observed the expressions of the woman he had been dreaming of day and night.


Chapter 232 Whose handwriting?_2