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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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Chapter 67 The Eve of the Storm

"Let's go out for a drink."

"Give me a moment to rest, I'm dead tired."

"What have you been so busy with that you're this worn out?"

"Hunting for treasure."

"So, did you find it?"

"No, just wasted half a day for nothing."

"Oh." The man carrying the wine said quietly, then said no more.

Zhao Rong leaned back in his chair, took a breath, and glanced at Lin Wenruo, who was sitting upright with a straight back. At the moment, his gaze calmly rested on the wine jar he had brought, still damp with dark mud.

The two sat in silence for a while until Zhao Rong stood up, reached for a plate of neatly arranged osmanthus cakes, and pushed it in front of the man who was lost in thought. Then he went behind the room's screen to change into a different set of clothes before heading out.

"Try it, Su Xiaoxiao made it, it's a bit sweet."

Lin Wenruo glanced at the osmanthus cakes and nodded.