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My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

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?" ------------- 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... ————— [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"...

Yang Xiaorong · Huyền huyễn
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191 Chs

47 chapters I have a friend

"What zither are you playing in the middle of the night?"

"I was seeing Ziyu off."

Zhao Rong choked on a sip of wine.

"Wenruo, is it that once your zither music stops, five hundred axemen will jump out of the water surrounding Lake Heart Pavilion and come in to chop me into mincemeat?"

Lin Wenruo was startled, looked up, smiled slightly, and the zither music continued inside Lake Heart Pavilion, while outside, the night was as dark as ink. "Ziyu is joking," he said.

"The rain has stopped, and Ziyu, weren't you planning to leave at dawn?"

"That's your excuse for disturbing people's sleep in the middle of the night."

Lin Wenruo looked over at the estate sleeping under the moonlight and sighed. "Qinqchi's zither music is hardly a disturbance to anyone's dreams; in the end, wasn't it only you, Ziyu, who sought it out?"

"Among all these common folk, only you, Ziyu, understand me."