My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 205 - 173 Storm_2
Chapter 205: Chapter 173 Storm_2
Chapter 205: Chapter 173 Storm_2
It seemed that there was something you couldn’t buy no matter how hard you looked, like a woman’s heart…
Fan Yushu fell silent and continued drinking with his head lowered, even more fiercely than before.
Zhao Rong looked at his classmate who had suddenly grown despondent, sighed softly, and offered no comfort. After all, having only recently met the man, he didn’t know much about the other’s emotions. Besides, he hadn’t even won back his own wife yet, so what right did he have to advise others…
With this thought, Zhao Rong also grew melancholic and couldn’t help but drink a few more cups.
And so it went.
The night grew deeper.
Outside, the moon was high in the sky, but the wind was growing more and more fierce.
Inside, Fan Yushu was already drunk to the point of collapse, while the other remained sober.
Zhao Rong glanced outside at the weather again. The wind was swift, showing signs of an impending mountain downpour.
He got up to close the creaky wooden window properly and looked around the room.
Zhao Rong stood still in thought for a moment, then said to the now babbling Fan Yushu, “Brother Yushu, may I borrow some paper and ink?”
It took repeating himself thrice before the bleary-eyed Fan Yushu nodded and waved his hand in approval.
Zhao Rong walked over to Fan Yushu’s desk, where he picked up a sheet of paper fragrant and exceptional in quality.
Previously, Fan Yushu had mentioned that this was a specialty product from a small nation in the eastern part of Wangque Continent. The country was famous for producing superior quality paper, ink, brush, and inkstone for literary use, all of which were highly sought-after even by the Mountain Immortals.
The pale pink paper in front of him now was known as Flower Curtain Paper, handpicked as the finest first-class choice.
“Brother Yushu is indeed lavish.”
Zhao Rong shook his head and chuckled softly as he dipped his brush in ink, writing on the exquisite Flower Curtain Paper, undoubtedly more expensive than all the Xuan paper he had ever used combined, composing a love letter to be sent to Qing Jun tomorrow.
Before long.
Zhao Rong finished writing, sealed the letter, and went to shake the shoulder of the very drunk Fan Yushu.
“Brother Yushu, wake up, wake up. I need to ask a favor. Please help me deliver a letter tomorrow morning, to Qing Jun. I’ve got some things to take care of, so I need to leave Taiching Prefecture for a day and will likely return late. Hey, wake up, Brother Yushu, did you hear me? Tomorrow…”
After calling out several times, Fan Yushu finally understood and vaguely nodded. Clutching his sleeve and pulling him to drink more, he slapped his chest, assuring that he would deliver the letter.
Zhao Rong nodded, placed the love letter on the desk, but after taking a few steps, he felt uneasy. However, it was late, and he needed to travel. Wanting to get there early and return early, he could only leave it as is. After a moment’s thought, he went back to the desk, placing the envelope with the name facing upwards. He then covered the sleeping Fan Yushu with a blanket before leaving the room.
He had a long journey ahead of him.
Judging by the weather outside, there would be heavy rain tomorrow. Thunder could already be heard, and such weather was not to be missed.
Zhao Rong was preoccupied with the Li Ji Sword Pill inside the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace. Gui had previously mentioned that all it took was placing it atop a mountain peak during a thunderstorm, and one thunderclap would do the job. Although he was still skeptical, he decided to trust it for now.
His only worry was that Gui was currently in a deep sleep and couldn’t be contacted…
After some thought, Zhao Rong decided to give it a try anyway, but he needed to find a distant and safe place to avoid letting someone else reap the benefits.
With these thoughts in mind, Zhao Rong set out into the night.
The next morning.
The downpour that started last night was still raging.
The entire Taiching Prefecture was being washed by the rain.
Thunder roared across the sky.
Boom————!
Inside, Fan Yushu suddenly woke up, his head snapping up alertly.
He looked around, realizing he was inside his room and that a storm was raging outside.
He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his sore neck, and vaguely remembered drinking with Zhao Rong last night before falling asleep…
Suddenly, Fan Yushu’s brows furrowed. He noticed it was late, and he had overslept, almost not having enough time to rush to his morning class.
He scrambled to gather his belongings to leave. When he passed the desk, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, swept up the pale pink envelope lying there, and tucked it into his sleeve before hurrying out the door.
He used to leave his completed love letters on the desk every night.
The sky was dim, and rain poured torrentially.
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Fan Yushu, holding an oil-paper umbrella, called out for Ziyu in the courtyard, but there was no response.
“Leaving for class without calling me.”
He muttered to himself, then quickly made his way to Nanci Mansion. Handing the letter from his sleeve to the female attendants, he tossed out the words “Xiahe Courtyard” and hurried off, almost late for his morning lesson…
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This was the seventh time today that Zhao Lingfei had come out to ask.
Facing her question, the female attendants outside Nanci Mansion all shook their heads in ignorance.
The tall-haired female attendant thought for a moment, “Miss Zhao, your… husband, he didn’t seem to have come with a letter this morning. His classmate, who used to accompany him, seemed to have come, but he himself did not show up.”
Zhao Lingfei’s hand gripping the umbrella handle turned somewhat pale, “I see, thank you.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, puffed with a trace of air, and she walked away.
An entire morning of cultivation could not occupy her thoughts. Zhao Lingfei’s brows were slightly furrowed, her eyes occasionally cast outside the window, her mood as overcast as the weather.
But by noon, Zhao Rong still had not come to deliver the letter.
He had promised to send three letters every day. It was one thing to be lazy in the morning, but he hadn’t even come by midday…
Zhao Lingfei looked aggrieved, pacing back and forth in her chamber with variable speed and tempo.
At one moment, she suddenly stopped, stood still with her eyes downcast, and bit her lip slightly.
Rong’er Brother, did you only last thirteen days? Was thirty-five letters all the persistence you had? I haven’t even spent as long making you a shirt, and you couldn’t even keep humoring me for a little longer?
Zhao Lingfei felt a spiteful pout, but as she dwelled on her feelings, her face grew paler, her eyes swimming and her heart trembling with disorder.
