My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 184 - 163 Fan Yushu (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)
Chapter 184: Chapter 163 Fan Yushu (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)
Chapter 184: Chapter 163 Fan Yushu (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)
Linlu Academy was located a few hundred li east of Du You City, nestled within a vast tract of land yet shrouded in a subtle elegance, hidden amongst dense woods.
Within the Academy, besides the meticulously arranged architecture and ingeniously designed pavilions, there were also lush mountains and crystal-clear streams.
It was now early morning, and the first light of dawn broke over the dark outline of the distant mountaintops, with the morning sun slowly ascending.
The mountain forest was moist, droplets of dew condensed on the tips of leaves, and the breeze of early autumn brought with it a trace of chill.
Zhao Rong tightened the green-collared garment he wore, a deep robe with white as the main color and a green crossing collar, which he had received the day before. It was the standard attire for students of the Academy.
He stood inside a lakeside pavilion, not far from Teacher Yan’s Bamboo Forest residence. Yesterday, Li Jinsu had told Zhao Rong to wait here today to join Teacher Yan in going to Taiching Prefecture to give a lecture; all the senior and junior fellow students would gather here.
Zhao Rong had checked out of the inn outside the night before and spent the night in a student dormitory within the Academy. He had gotten up early this morning and come here.
As for some of the Academy’s matters and the overall situation of the buildings, he had only gotten to know a bit, not even having the chance to meet his classmates with whom he would study, before he was about to go out again. However, Zhao Rong did not mind so much. With such a great opportunity, he thought it best to head to Taiching Prefecture and stay for a month before discussing anything else.
Dang dang————
Just then, a bell tower hidden among the trees midway up Linlu Mountain began to toll repeatedly.
It was a quarter past the hour of Mao.
“Learn extensively. Inquire accurately. Reflect carefully. Discriminate clearly. Practice earnestly…”
Zhao Rong, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a “Linlu Academy Announcement,” paced back and forth as he silently recited it.
This was the Academy code of conduct that he had received along with his uniform the day before. In reality, he felt that such empty platitudes were enough to be aware of; nobody would seriously read them.
However, based on his experience from reading literary works in his previous life, Zhao Rong thought it over and decided to memorize it anyway.
Who knows if there would be an Academy bigwig who would emerge, smiling amiably, asking new students if they remembered what was written in the Academy code of conduct. When that time came, he would be able to maintain his composure and impress once again.
To stand out at critical moments, one must always be more circumspect…
After Zhao Rong had taken a few steps forward, he turned around and, almost subconsciously, glanced again at another young man inside the pavilion.
The young man had arrived slightly later than Zhao Rong, but it was still quite early, especially since the bell had just been struck, marking the normal rising time for Academy students.
The young man, like Zhao Rong, was dressed in the scholar’s green-collared attire, but his outfit was far more lavish than Zhao Rong’s.
The young man wore a headband made of double-layered fine silk that casually draped over his shoulders. His handsome face seemed to have a touch of powder applied to enhance his appearance, making him look fair and delicate.
At his waist hung a delicate and exquisite White Jade Hollow Jade Gourd, which appeared to be quite valuable.
Currently, he was sitting on a railing chair on the waterside of the pavilion, with one hand holding an unidentifiable book and the other holding a folded fan with a jade handle, gently tapping the railing while engrossed in reading.
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Feeling Zhao Rong’s gaze, he leisurely turned his head, his eyes struggling to leave the page of the book, but he still looked at Zhao Rong and politely smiled before continuing his attentive reading.
Zhao Rong smiled back in response, internally marveling that it was just like Linlu Academy to casually encounter such an outstanding and elegant figure who, just like him, had come so early to diligently study.
Zhao Rong looked towards Teacher Yan’s courtyard, noticing it was still closed, but some senior brothers were already waiting outside.
Having silently recited the “Linlu Academy Announcement” in its entirety, Zhao Rong put it away and pulled out a Classics book, sitting on a stone bench to read.
However, he hadn’t settled into reading for long before growing distracted. His hands kept flipping the pages of the book restlessly.
Today, he might meet Qing Jun again.
Although they had seen each other not long ago, and he had even embraced her, at the time circumstances were urgent, and there was no chance for further thought before he rushed up to her.
In hindsight, his behavior was too hasty. He could have handled the situation better. Had he been well-prepared, he might have been able to coax his lady successfully and perhaps would already be in Qing Jun’s boudoir tying her hair by now…
The more he thought about it, the more Zhao Rong sighed inwardly.
Moreover, after confessing, he should not have given her time to cool off. He should have simply bowed his head and kissed her, recognizing his lack of experience in such matters.
Another shortcoming was that, apart from the Jade Token, he had not prepared anything else at the time, not even a love poem…
Suddenly, this thought struck Zhao Rong with inspiration.
As he recalled, Qing Jun was not the type of woman who only knew how to bury herself in cultivation. Possibly because of him, she had developed a fondness for Confucianism from a young age. Although she might not be well-versed in poetry due to concentrating on cultivation after the age of ten and not attending a private school, she had a preference for beautiful verses and elegant literary compositions.
In Zhao Rong’s memory, whenever he recited poems he found well-written, or beautiful lines by ancient poets, she would rest her chin on her hands and smile as she listened intently.
Qing Jun and Qian’er also liked to sneak into his study to flip through his embarrassing poetry drafts and giggle as they read them.
He knew about their little secret because he had caught them in the act one time.
That time, he reached in through the window and grabbed the ponytails atop the heads of two giggling girls huddled together at the desk inside, who were chuckling over his poems. Annoyed, he didn’t speak to them for a month. However, afterwards, Qing Jun brought him his favorite snacks every day, and with her pitiful tugging at his sleeve and those sparkling, pleading eyes, Zhao Rong eventually forgave them…
