My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 501 - 335 What ill intentions could Brother Rong’er possibly have?

Chapter 501: Chapter 335 What ill intentions could Brother Rong’er possibly have?

Years later, when confronted with the Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Bird bearing scripture before him, Zhao Qingyi would recall the tranquil evening in Du You City. He remembered sitting under the eaves with two of his beloved, childhood friends, eating grapes and admiring the moon, discussing the theories of Saints and thieves vanished with the distant autumn wind.

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At this moment, under the eave of the back house at Qinglian Inn on Wutong Street.

Amidst the autumn breeze, Zhao Rong briefly halted his chewing cheeks without taking three breaths, he resumed his chewing, only much slower this time.

Because the scene before him at this moment dazzled him, making it hard for him to look away.

What fell into his sight was Qing Jun, who seemed different.

This night the sky was starless, a lonely moon that had hung in the Nine Heavens for ten thousand years, like a giant silver wheel, was inlaid three feet above her head in the night sky.

Under the moon.

Qing Jun was enveloped in moonlight, her three thousand strands of black hair cascaded down, drifting to the left in the evening breeze.

Strands of diagonally hanging hair delicately brushed her cheeks, covering her teardrop mole while lifting her long eyelashes above her autumnal eyes.

Yet they could not cover, at this moment, Qing Jun’s bright dazzling, unwavering narrow autumnal eyes.

Her deep, lucid eyes that captivated souls, through spaces between the black strands on her cheek, focused on Zhao Rong’s face.

And met with his slightly startled gazing eyes.

Her eyes were filled entirely with him.

Beneath Qing Jun’s hair, between the cloud buns, rested the Purple-clothed Flower that Zhao Rong had just given her, slanting as if blooming on the lustrous cloud buns.

The flower petals’ edges captured the light, delineating its silhouette in the dark and spilling out dots of star-like glow, akin to fireflies, swirling and rising in the night sky between Qing Jun and the bright moon, like bubbles surfacing in the deep sea.

From the angle Zhao Rong was gazing at right now, this rising starlight connected her with the bright moon.

Not sure if it was an illusion, the soft silvery radiance spread across Qing Jun’s hair strands, autumnal eyes, cheeks, and lips, made him squint momentarily, suddenly creating a sensation of being dazzled.

Under the moonlight, she appeared even brighter, her already fair jade-like skin, was flowing with a misty radiance that Zhao Rong had not noticed in daylight.

As if between dreams and reality, Zhao Rong inexplicably felt that Qing Jun outshone the ancient moon above her head.

It stole its brilliance, now belonged to this ’earthly moon’.

Or maybe, at this moment, beneath the moon, this pitch-like autumn-eyed, glistening, and radiant beauty was Zhao Rong’s heart’s own moon.

The person before him was the moon of his heart.

Even though Zhao Rong had been staring intently for a long time, he still felt that Qing Jun at this moment was captivatingly beautiful, making him reluctant to speak or move to disrupt this fairy-like beautiful scene under the moon.

Zhao Rong slightly collected himself, blinking his eyelids that he couldn’t bear to lower.

His own silly wife, could she be a Heng’e Fairy who had escaped from the Guanghan Moon Palace in the Nine Heavens, or perhaps, a divine reincarnation from some ancient Moon Palace?

He murmured in his heart.

Facing Qing Jun’s firm and powerful words at this moment, Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

This silly wife of his, often gave him the impression of a prideful girl who seems to have maximized her talents in Sword Dao and charm, and yet always seemed a bit lacking in other areas.

Just like right now.

It’s not that she was lacking in wisdom or that she was dumb.

Qing Jun had a clever and sensitive heart, not really as foolish as Zhao Rong would say.

Well, okay, perhaps sometimes when she was in his arms, gazing lovingly and tenderly into his eyes, she indeed acted a bit clumsier and foolish.

But at many crucial moments, Qing Jun could tightly gripe her husband, Zhao Rong.

In Zhao Rong’s eyes, Qing Jun was more akin to a simple and pure Sword Cultivator, whose mind and intellect were ’straightforward’.

Right, just like Gui had praised when he first laid eyes on Qing Jun.

Pure-hearted as crystal in Sword Dao.

For matters she believed in, she was like an arrow released from the bow, never looking back nor regretting, just forging ahead.

Loving someone was the same...

With such a character as a wife, Zhao Rong as a husband found it both endearing and worrisome.

Although he sometimes was also stubborn in adhering to some ideas and principles to death, it was precisely because of this, Zhao Rong did not wish his loved ones to be the same.

It’s easy for one to shoulder unneeded responsibilities onto themselves.

Moreover, he was afraid she would get stuck in a dead end.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, looking down at Zhao Lingfei’s right hand tightly clenching his, and she was also holding Qian’er’s right hand.

Qian’er, who had been all ears, seemed also affected by the mood at the moment, her anger seemed to dissipate, her free left hand reaching out to grasp Zhao Rong’s left hand.

Looking up, her small face earnest, "I ... I feel the same. Brother Rong’er is my sun, Miss is my moon. Wherever you go, I will follow."

Zhao Lingfei looked at the three clasped hands together, her tensed brows and eyes instantly relaxed, and she smiled, "Yes, we’ll never be apart."

She exchanged glances with Zhao Qian, who smiled coyly.

Both women then turned to look at Brother Rong’er together.

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At that moment, Zhao Rong murmured softly, his hands suddenly lifting theirs, pressing the back of the two women’s hands against his left and right cheeks.

Zhao Rong gently closed his eyes, turned his head and looked at his wife through squinted eyes: "Then no matter when, you always listen to me and won’t disobey, right?"

Zhao Lingfei nodded, "No matter when, I’ll listen to you."

Beside her, Zhao Qian forcefully nodded her small head, "Me too."

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