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

Anticipating that elegant and scholarly figure of the secluded orchid.


Just then, at the entrance to the clearing in Fenglin, there suddenly came the soft sound of dry leaves being tread upon.


Most of the students at Shuaixing Hall put down their work and turned to look.


At the entrance, a figure soon appeared, was it... Zhao Ziyu?


Including Yu Huaijin, the crowd was taken aback.


They watched as Zhao Rong, with his sleeves rolled up and an indifferent expression, passed the several rows of seats behind him and returned to his vacant spot he had left earlier. Along the way, he even turned his head and smiled at Li Xueyou, who was watching him from the side, causing her to quickly duck away.


Before they could ponder further at that moment, another subtle sound drifted from the entrance of Fenglin, and soon, an elegant figure in a Confucian robe emerged.


Chapter 250: Colorful Start in Calligraphy Class_2