My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 513 - 341: The Book Really Contains Yan Ruyu and Direct Ascension_2

Chapter 513: Chapter 341: The Book Really Contains Yan Ruyu and Direct Ascension_2

This "appropriately detailed" official history seemed to be none other than a custom edition designed specifically for them by the Taiching officials, a one-of-a-kind version.

The people of Great Li Kingdom probably had no idea that their princess had such an eccentric preference of marrying only those who were Confucian scholars from Linlu Academy.

At that moment, the two looked at each other, both nodding with a smile.

They both felt the considerate warmth and humanistic care of the Imperial Family of Great Li.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look out the window at those envoys from various nations at the foot of the mountain, coming to deliver books.

This method of bribery had some substance to it.

And these were just the envoys from kingdoms located near the foot of the mountain near Du You City, implying a place where historians could sign up and receive these benefits, both monetarily and materially.

As for those kingdoms far from Du You City, they probably came up with numerous crafty and covert bribery methods, which would likely broaden Zhao Rong’s horizons.

For example, a page in the history books of a certain country might hide a receipt from a pawn shop that operates throughout Yizhou; they stored the "gifts" of Spirit Stones and treasures in this unregistered business.

So, could this position of historian at Youlan Prefecture’s Academy be considered a cushy job?

At that moment, Yang Wuwei was sizing up Zhao Rong with a smile.

Zhao Rong gave a slight nod as he returned the book of goodwill from the Imperial Family back to him.

"Interesting... Brother Yang, are you perhaps still busy with many matters? I fear I may be interrupting. If there are no pressing matters, I will take my leave first."

Yang Wuwei paused and took the book.

He shook his head nonchalantly, "No matter, just taking a break. No need to worry, brother. If there isn’t any urgent business, keep me company and let’s chat." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and nodded.

Suddenly, Yang Wuwei’s smile vanished, and he frowned, "This Great Li really is unbecoming. We Confucian scholars, when compiling histories, should write with an unbiased pen. How can we partake in their skewed and crooked practices?"

He threw the book of Great Li History he was holding and said solemnly,

"I was just joking with you a moment ago; don’t take it to heart. However, seeing that you remained composed and maintained your integrity throughout the conversation, brother, I must say I have seen you in a new light."

Zhao Rong was observing the scenery outside the window when he heard this and blinked.

You didn’t seem to mean that just a moment ago, quite as if you wanted this young master to join in the misconduct and take up the same cushy job...

Zhao Rong internally retorted but said nothing.

At that moment, he was listening to Yang Wuwei’s praise while watching a delicate and charming figure below near the Academy.

The little girl, with her hands behind her back, paced around a ginkgo tree maturely, circling it and occasionally glancing back at the main doors of the Academy’s ground floor,

Attracting much attention from passersby.

Zhao Rong knew without guessing that she was probably mumbling about how "Rong’er bro still hadn’t come out, whether he had found someone like Yan Ruyu in those books and no longer wanted her, blah blah blah."

Sorry, indeed, I just read about Yan Ruyu, who is waiting just in Great Li...

Zhao Rong couldn’t help but chuckle.

Just then,

Yang Wuwei shifted the topic, "With such character and your insights on unofficial and official histories, you really are excellent historian material. I wonder..."

The overly praised Zhao Rong suddenly turned around, interrupting,

"You flatter me too much, brother, it’s merely my personal opinion, nothing significant. Brother, there are people waiting for me outside, if you may..."

Yang Wuwei waved his hand, saying earnestly,

"Brother, a personal opinion is neither derogatory nor insignificant. We, as historians, forming a personal view means we have developed a unique perspective and a systematic thesis."

"I’ve heard from several senior colleagues with experience in history that this is a sign of profound accomplishment. I did not expect you, at such a young age, to have reached such a level. I am truly impressed."

Zhao Rong stepped to one side of the room, bent down, and picked up the book of Great Li History that Yang Wuwei had thrown away, dusting it off.

After tidying it up a bit, he rolled up the book and tucked it into his sleeve.

Zhao Rong turned his head and smiled at Yang Wuwei,

"Since Brother Yang has said so much, I will take the initiative to keep the book. I’m scheduled to visit Great Li tomorrow anyway, so I will return it to the Imperial Family. Let’s not allow them to waste their children’s future and time aimlessly."

He paused in his speech, then said,

"Of course, I will inform the Imperial Family of Great Li about elder brother’s upright actions in governance, so they need not worry. However, it seems I have also gained favor and face from elder brother, as they will probably thank me again from Great Li’s side, many thanks, elder brother."

Seeing that Zhao Rong had finally accepted the situation, Yang Wuwei had effectively achieved his goal, albeit indirectly.

He looked deeply at his younger brother, who was still studying at Mochi Academy, then burst into a smile and said, "That sounds very good; the younger brother really knows how to handle affairs. Let’s handle it this way."

In an instant, Yang Wuwei stood up, walked over to Zhao Rong’s side, and following his gaze, looked towards a certain spot under the building.

Seeing a very pretty little girl who was attracting the attention of passersby, Yang Wuwei narrowed his eyes and said, "This lady, is she waiting for younger brother?"

Zhao Rong glanced at him and nodded.

Yang Wuwei sighed softly, "Another Sword Immortal Seed... Is her name Zhao Qian’er? Is she the maid of your younger sister, Fairy Lingfei from the Tranquility Mansion?"

Facing Zhao Rong’s slightly stern gaze, he shook his head and explained, "I had seen Fairy Zhao when I went to Mochi Academy to find younger brother, on my way back."

He paused for a moment, then added,

"It’s hard not to recognize her. The lady and the maid, both master and servant are Sword Immortal Seeds of Tranquility Mansion, already famous beauties destined for Tianya Sword Pavilion, both inside and outside Taiching Prefecture, just like that one with a maid elder sister, Ji Qianyi."

"Especially your younger sister Lingfei, although she usually keeps to herself and is rarely seen, she still surpasses all the men of her generation including Ji Qianyi. A proud and aloof Fairy, she likes to wear white or blue robes, has autumn water-like long eyes with a teardrop mole on a stunning beauty who remains distant towards men... It’s impossible not to recognize her."

Yang Wuwei said helplessly, "It’s quite difficult, alright."

Even Zhao Rong, who was usually not easily embarrassed, couldn’t help but blush when he heard his elder brother praising Qing Jun.

He suddenly remembered his wife last night on the Imperial Concubine’s Couch, stuttering and mumbling unclearly while practicing the mnemonic.

Her soft, lustrous black hair, for convenience, was casually tied into a high ponytail.

In the darkness, her increasingly disheveled hair, her smooth and full forehead, her burning red cheeks, the way she bravely lifted her chin to accommodate her husband, her elongated autumn eyes looking upwards from below, staring unblinkingly back at him, Zhao Rong looked down to see her delicate and pretty face, at that moment beneath her autumn eyes, was the pitiful trembling light brown teardrop mole, and her clumsy rosy lips, beside which her dainty, boneless pale hands were busily assisting. Sometimes, he couldn’t resist pressing down forcefully on Qing Jun’s temple.

Thus, it was again... a struggle, a stir, startling a pool of gulls and egrets.

Cough cough, was Qing Jun really... really so unattainable?

While feeling guilty, Zhao Rong also felt somewhat puzzled, but now was clearly not the right moment to speak out in front of Yang Wuwei.

These private affairs between a married couple were also not to be shared with outsiders.

Perhaps in the eyes of countless outsiders like Yang Wuwei, Qing Jun was an aloof Fairy Goddess, like a lotus, admired from afar but not to be lightly profaned.

But as for how exactly, probably only Zhao Rong, her childhood sweetheart husband, knew and experienced it.

He certainly would not expose his wife in front of others, protecting her was his priority.

He wished all men respected and feared her, dare not approach, only Zhao Rong knew the kindness and gentleness of Qing Jun, daring to boldly take her hand and pull her into his embrace.

Thus, Zhao Rong nodded in agreement, saying firmly, "Brother Yang is right, very reasonable indeed."

Yang Wuwei felt that his junior brother’s expression seemed a bit odd, as if he had been distracted just now.

He couldn’t help but take a few more looks at Zhao Rong, thinking about what he had just said, feeling nothing inappropriate. The low-profile Fairy Zhao indeed had a tremendous reputation, and so did her maid, Zhao Qian’er.

Yang Wuwei shook his head, dismissing the thoughts.

He and Zhao Rong stood side by side, quietly watching the scene downstairs for a while.

At a certain moment, the genteel young man smiled and said, "Such a young woman, a Sword Cultivator from the Vast Realm, is indeed stunning."

Zhao Rong felt a bit bored, ready to take his leave, he looked down, and casually responded, "Hmm."

The next second, the genteel young man suddenly said, "Younger brother, what if we let her ascend directly to the Heavenly Will Realm, wouldn’t she be even more stunning, with a limitless future?"

Zhao Rong’s eyebrows furrowed.

Turning to look at the smiling Scholar, he asked, "Elder brother... what do you mean?"

Yang Wuwei leisurely pulled out an ancient book from his sleeve, flipped to a certain page, and pinched a thin jade slice that looked like a bookmark stuck between the pages.

In the autumn sunlight.

Between the slender fingers of the genteel young man, the jade slice that radiated a milky white glow was inscribed with an ancient script character.

Six.

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