My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 172 - 153 The Little Girl Ridiculous and Amusing
Chapter 172: Chapter 153: The Little Girl, Ridiculous and Amusing
Chapter 172: Chapter 153: The Little Girl, Ridiculous and Amusing
As soon as these words were uttered.
A burst of teasing laughter rose from the crowd on the steps, and there was even a scholar hiding in the crowd who shouted, “The girl speaks the truth.”
Zhao Rong, who had been smiling and attempting to explain, suddenly choked on his words; the smile on his face slowly faded as a hint of cold light began to shimmer in his eyes.
Zhao Rong paid no attention to the commotion behind him, his cold gaze unwaveringly fixed on the blue-clothed girl.
I have been extremely patient, not for you to take advantage and step all over me.
Feeling guilty about your young age and our prior misunderstanding does not give you the reason to act recklessly and demand inch after inch.
The blue-clothed girl had been looking into Zhao Rong’s eyes all the while, but at some point, her heart suddenly skipped a beat as if targeted by a presence lurking in the darkness. Subconsciously, she wanted to look away but then quickly gathered her wits.
Tch, nothing to be afraid of from a mere scholar who hasn’t even reached Fu Yao Realm.
The blue-clothed girl slightly shook her head, casting away the stray thoughts in her mind, and met Zhao Rong’s gaze unflinchingly as she forcibly curled the right corner of her mouth.
“Hey, dare or not, stop dawdling like a woman. If you don’t dare, then…”
Zhao Rong suddenly nodded, saying earnestly, “Alright then, let’s exchange couplets. But we’ll have to modify the conditions. If you want me to get lost, your demand isn’t enough; you’ll need to add one more condition.”
The blue-clothed girl crossed her slender arms in front of her chest, tilted her head in thought, and with furrowed brows, demanded, “What condition? Speak.”
Zhao Rong sized her up from top to bottom.
“You!”
The blue-clothed girl, as if suspecting something, tilted her chin up fiercely, and her scholar’s cap nearly fell off, “Impudent! Don’t be rude!”
Her round and pretty face flushed slightly.
Catching sight of her reaction, Zhao Rong paused, then immediately shook his head, “Tch, what are you thinking about? What is there to worry about with a bratty girl like you? You’ve got nothing to offer.”
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“You, you scoundrel! Say that one more time if you dare!”
Zhao Rong found her request peculiar but didn’t entertain it, as he had not come here to indulge her strange desires.
Zhao Rong chuckled lightly, “If you lose, you’ll have to call me ‘big brother’ three times immediately.”
The blue-clothed girl: “…”
As his words fell, silence once again enveloped the gathering.
Some scholars looked at Zhao Rong in disbelief.
You actually dare to make such a demand of this lady…
The crowd sneaked glances at the blue-clothed girl only to see her bright red lips and white teeth alternately turning shades of green and white,
She slowly nodded, her eyes steadfastly fixed on Zhao Rong, who continued to smirk back at her.
The blue-clothed girl squinted her eyes and said seriously, “Fine. But don’t forget my condition. If you lose, you must roll back home. And remember, roll, don’t take a single step.”
Zhao Rong’s mouth curved slightly, one hand behind his back, the other poised in front of him as he leisurely uttered two words.
“Your turn.”
Upon hearing this, the blue-clothed girl smirked at Zhao Rong, “Two monkeys cut wood deep in the mountains, let’s see how the big monkey matches the sentence (sentence)?”
Zhao Rong blinked, “A horse sinks into the mud, ask the little beast how to get out (title)?”
The blue-clothed girl suddenly placed her hands behind her back, paced left and right, stopped abruptly, and stated crisply, “Rice, millet, beans, wheat, sorghum, which of these hybrids is the teacher?”
Zhao Rong answered offhandedly, “Poetry, books, changes, rites, chronicles, many classics, why bother asking me?”
The blue-clothed girl: “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.”
Zhao Rong: “Filial piety, brotherly respect, loyalty, trust, decorum, integrity.”
“Forget ‘eight’, accuse of ‘shamelessness’.”
The blue-clothed girl’s eyebrows knit slightly, she took a few more paces, “Layer upon layer, the green hills stack over and over.”
Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile, “Winding and turning, the green water bends round and round.”
The blue-clothed girl clenched her teeth, staring at Zhao Rong, “The moon is full in the sky, the earth below half-moon, full moon meets half-moon month after month.”
Zhao Rong shook his head leisurely, a drawl in his voice, “Today is year’s end, tomorrow is year’s start, year after year links end to start.”
The blue-clothed girl: “Dusk above, dusk below, crossing the hour of twilight.”
Zhao Rong: “Eastern prose and Western prose, drying essays on the bridge of prose.”
…
The two of them engaged in a verbal duel, with each exchange happening in the blink of an eye. As soon as the blue-clothed girl uttered the first part of the couplet, Zhao Rong promptly followed up each time.
Many scholars on the sidelines who watched this scene were rendered speechless; some hadn’t even finished applauding one exquisite phrase before a new one reached their ears, making them gasp in amazement.
Their stunned gazes alternated between Zhao Rong’s motionless and upright silhouette and the blue-clothed girl who wandered back and forth, occasionally stopping to raise her head with a question, then bowing it once again in contemplation within seconds.
This situation seemed somewhat different from what they had imagined…
Beads of sweat began to emerge on the smooth forehead of the blue-clothed girl, soon turning into profuse perspiration, her pale little round face slowly reddening.
Gone was the petulant and commanding air she had just shown before Zhao Rong.
After Zhao Rong casually matched another couplet without even thinking, the blue-clothed girl swallowed hard.
She dropped her gaze to the ground, pausing for three breaths before suddenly turning around and pointing at the couplet on the wooden door behind her, her voice was urgent: “Let no thief come near; let the seeker come forth.”
Zhao Rong casually raised his right hand and pointed at himself, “Turn away the idler; welcome the virtuous one.”
The blue-clothed girl’s breath hitched; she took a deep breath then quickly took a few steps away, diverting her eyes to avoid Zhao Rong’s amused look.
The blue-clothed girl walked with her head down, her breathing rapid, but at one moment, she suddenly stopped, tilted her head up, chin held high, her pretty face flushed red as she glared at Zhao Rong and mockingly exclaimed:
“By day, neither scholastic nor valiant, a mere scholar, pitiful indeed!”
Zhao Rong slightly tilted his head and considered the stubborn girl in front of him; short in stature, with a delicate frame, but holding her head high with defiance.
His lips twitched slightly as he met her scornful gaze, and then suddenly he spoke.
“In the dead of night, neither bulging forward nor curved behind, a little girl, laughable indeed.”
Blue-clothed girl: “???”
Surrounding scholars: “…”
The next second.
“Hahaha—”
A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.
The blue-clothed girl stared, dumbfounded, at Zhao Rong, somewhat disbelieving what she had just heard.
What did he just say?
In an instant.
The blue-clothed girl whipped around furiously, rebuking the whole crowd:
“Laugh your asses off!”
The noise from the crowd on the stairs instantly dipped, yet some scholars couldn’t hold back and snickered.
The blue-clothed girl, overwhelmed with rage, had her mind filled with that couplet from Zhao Rong, suddenly feeling as though everyone was staring at her. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, turned her head fiercely, her already large black eyes now seeming larger than copper bells, glaring at Zhao Rong through gritted teeth.
“You, you’re so vulgar! You’re shameless! A lecher! A lecher! Despicable, a villain, a scoundrel…”
In that moment, the blue-clothed girl wished she could devour Zhao Rong alive, using all the insults she could think of to berate him. Yet, it was just the same few over and over, and most were even off-topic…
Zhao Rong watched the blue-clothed girl warily, concerned she might move from a literary to a physical fight. However, this girl, who did not appear to be an ordinary child, seemed to be restraining herself—after all, it was broad daylight in front of Linlu Academy, and there were so many onlookers.
Zhao Rong blinked and said, “Hey, girl, do you have any more couplets? They are too short and too few; I am not quite satisfied yet. Could you come up with more?”
“Shut up! I am not little!!!”
The blue-clothed girl yelled, but upon closer look, one could see her eyes were reddening, though no tears had fallen.
Zhao Rong wasn’t interested in dealing with that; it was all the girl’s own doing, and he just wanted to end this tedious farce quickly.
Zhao Rong said lazily, “If you have no more couplets, then let me give one. To avoid accusations of bullying you, if you can match it, you will be considered the winner,”
He pondered briefly and decided not to offer any of those unsolvable couplets from history.
“Listening Rain, rain ceases, ceases at the Listening Rain Tower, also ceases hearing the raindrops, drop by drop, listen, listen, listen.”
The blue-clothed girl didn’t respond, nor did it seem like she was listening to him; she just stared hard at Zhao Rong, biting her lip.
Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow and self-answered, “Watching Tides, tide comes, comes to watch from the Tide Watching Pavilion, tides surging, surge upon surge, watch, watch, watch.”
“Hey, speak up, okay, I’ll give you another chance. Here’s another one,”
“Green waters are untroubled, yet wrinkled by the wind.”
The blue-clothed girl still said nothing, looking at Zhao Rong, sniffing slightly.
Zhao Rong waited a moment and said disinterestedly, “Qingshan is never old, turned white by the snow.”
“Alright, what should you call me now?”
Everyone’s gaze, following Zhao Rong’s lead, settled on the blue-clothed girl, her face now ashen.
