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

These simple words of Zhu Weirui, uttered in Shuaixing Hall, stirred up a commotion among the students.


The students turned their heads to look around.


Yu Huaijin's expression slightly changed, and he couldn't help but turn his head to the side.


Wu Peiliang's eyes widened suddenly as he jerked his head up.


Li Xueyou's little mouth opened slightly, while Xiao Hongyu stood ramrod straight.


Fan Yushu's eyes widened, unblinkingly staring.


All eyes of the students were locked on the top of the lacquered red long table, on the small green bamboo tube.


An ordinary bamboo tube, yet the focus of the entire gathering.


However, there seemed to be an exception.


Zhao Rong had been engrossed in reading a new book on the Classics when he heard Zhu Weirui mention that this classroom exercise came with a prize, and he raised an eyebrow.


Chapter 251 Lacking One Person's Character