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

Regarding the joint composition of a pair of couplets by her teacher and that strange man, Yu Huaijin had some slight speculations in her mind.


This kind of practice was quite common in the stories of talented scholars and beautiful ladies.


Not long ago, Han Wenfu cleverly composed a Falling Flower Grade poem for her based on a fragmentary line she had mentioned offhand.


The precise meaning of such "elegant matters," even to those who do not read poetry, could be roughly understood.


Yu Huaijin saw through it as clearly as fire.


Indeed, her teacher... after all, she was also a woman.


Even if she was a Confucian Great Cultivator who had extensively read the Saintly Books, how could it be different, she still had the seven emotions and six desires.


Yu Huaijin narrowed her eyes, her form shifted quietly as she tiptoed around the desk and came to the opposite side of Zhu Weirui, who was engrossed in writing.


Chapter 233 Teacher, Are You Tired?