My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

Chapter 59: Chapter 50 Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace_2
 

As Gui turned around, the cold allure surprisingly struck him with its stunning beauty.

An aloof, ascetic type?

Zhao Rong frowned.

If it continued like this, well… that wouldn’t be bad either. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about someone tricking you away with just a piece of candy anymore. Yes, that’s good, Su Xiaoxiao, keep it up, you can do it.

Zhao Rong’s brows relaxed, and he nodded, feeling a full sense of accomplishment for having successfully trained a naive juvenile fox demon into an aloof, ascetic fox fairy.

A moment after Zhao Rong turned his head back, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly glanced at him, subconsciously biting her red lips, then barely opening her mouth as if to speak, but stopped midway. After thinking it over, she stubbornly turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

The two of them, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, walked along the street, passing through streams of people, heading towards the southern part of the city.

At one point, as they passed a street vendor, Zhao Rong walked a few steps past then suddenly stopped and turned around.

Su Xiaoxiao, eyes downcast, hadn’t noticed that Zhao Rong had turned back. She continued walking forwards until, after another thirty or forty steps, she subconsciously looked up and suddenly realized that Zhao Rong, who had always been ahead, had disappeared.

At that moment, Su Xiaoxiao stood among the crowd, surrounded by an endless stream of people; she hurriedly looked around, panicked and spinning in place like a startled deer, realizing she had been left behind.

Her previous aloofness was instantly shattered by his disappearance.

Her face turned deathly pale as she called out for Zhao Rong, but no matter how loudly she shouted, in this noisy sea of people, it was like a silent solo performance, quietly unfolding without making any waves.

It wasn’t until the girl gave up struggling, feeling he might really not care about her, that had he forgotten her.

Her delicate body slowly stiffened and she crouched down.

However, the next second, a hand with bruises appeared from the crowd.

Su Xiaoxiao felt a gentle tap on her left shoulder, turned her head, and beside her was a bright red fruit; turning her head further, she saw a face she had been pining for, filled with sorrow.

Su Xiaoxiao turned around excitedly, seeing Zhao Rong munching on a fruit while reaching out to hand her one.

Su Xiaoxiao quickly grabbed onto Zhao Rong’s clothes, her eyes pleading, desperately looking at Zhao Rong as if she feared that in the next moment, this bad person would again leave her behind and go off alone.

Zhao Rong asked curiously, “What are you doing?”

After saying that, he shook the fruit in front of her.

“Oh, oh.” Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly looked up, her bright teeth and red lips took a bite, juicy and tantalizing.

But the next second, seeing the man whose clothes she was holding looking at her with a strange expression, the little fox demon suddenly felt embarrassed, hastily let go, held the fruit in both hands, bit it again while looking down, then couldn’t help but glance up at him again.

Her voice timidly asked, “Where, where did you go?”

“Buying this,” Zhao Rong curiously looked at Su Xiaoxiao, whose eyes were slightly red and face still somewhat pale, as she looked down, eyes fixed on the fruit, and gestured to the half-eaten fruit in his hand.

“That wasn’t from taking Su Huxian’s stuff this morning, feeling uneasy? Su Huxian is magnanimous, don’t stay mad at me anymore.”

Su Xiaoxiao’s heart trembled, she dared not lift her head to look at him, her gaze fixed on the fruit in her hand still dotted with fresh dewdrops.

“Come on, let’s not dawdle,” Zhao Rong walked ahead, waving his hand back, prompting Su Xiaoxiao to lift her head and follow with light steps.

“This fruit isn’t as tasty as the one you picked this morning, what do you think?”

“Ah, both, both are tasty.”

“Oh, I forgot, I ate the one you picked this morning, you didn’t get to taste it.”

Su Xiaoxiao: “…”

“Before we leave, let’s pick some more to take with us. Wenruo is a major landowner; we should really take advantage of him.”

Su Xiaoxiao widened her eyes, “Ah, didn’t you and he settle things? Aren’t we leaving?”

Zhao Rong’s face darkened, “What the heck are you suggesting about him and me? What bizarre things are filling your head all day?”

Su Xiaoxiao’s tone lightened, “So, you mean you don’t like him?”

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, “Su Xiaoxiao, your imagination has run wild.”

Oddly enough, Su Xiaoxiao didn’t seem to care about this anymore, or perhaps couldn’t afford to care, her little head filled with a more pressing issue, “Zhao Rong, where did you go last night? Weren’t you with him… sneaking off for a private meeting?”

Zhao Rong stopped in his tracks.

“Stop pinching, bad guy, stop pinching, it hurts, wuwu…”

Su Xiaoxiao’s voice changed.

“Firstly, he and I are just normal friends, there’s nothing beyond the friendship between men. Su Xiaoxiao, if you dare to unjustly tarnish this young master’s reputation again, I won’t let you see tonight’s moon.”

“Mmm mmm.” The words were unclear from the little Fox Demon whose cheeks were pinched by two large hands.

“Nod or shake your head.”

The little Fox Demon nodded frantically like a pecking chick, her little cheeks pulled painfully, but she wasn’t hurting, rather, she felt a small joy in her heart.

“Secondly, how did you know this young master went out last night?”

“Mmm mmm mmm.”

Zhao Rong let go of his hands.

“Well, I was afraid you’d fall asleep in your medicinal bath again, so I got up at night to check on you, and you were gone… I went looking for you and found you… you and him in the pavilion, intimately close, um, cheeks pressed together.”

The scene from last night was still fresh in her memory. After witnessing it, she had turned and run without a word, not understanding why she had to run, it was just that her heart felt as if it had been lightly bitten by someone, a strange feeling. Later, she crawled back into her quilt, lost herself in wild thoughts for a while, and finally dozed off. In the morning, she thought she was about to leave, but then that bad guy told her they needed to stay a while longer, urgent matters to attend to… She felt it was all men’s excuses.

Great-grandmother used to say men always make excuses for the things they do.

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoxiao skeptically asked, “Zhao Rong, is it normal for friends to press their cheeks together?”

Zhao Rong slapped his forehead, what on earth was all this? At the time, they were just standing close enough to whisper, how strange of a viewpoint do you have?

As Zhao Rong was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a loud clamor of gongs and drums coming from ahead, the commotion immense.

Zhao Rong halted and, taking Su Xiaoxiao with him, stepped to the side of the road to closely observe. Ahead, someone cleared the way with a gong, heading towards Zhao Rong, a luxurious palanquin carried by over twenty people, surrounded by silk curtains of many different colors, obscuring the identity of the occupant but outside the palanquin, hundreds of servants followed, most clad in blue Daoist garments, with an orderly group of Daoist boys at the front, each holding various Daoism Ritual Instruments and making way uniformly; some sprinkled Talisman Water, others threw Talisman Paper into the crowd, causing a scramble.

Zhao Rong watched closely, catching snippets like “State Preceptor,” “True Man Qingjingzi,” “casting rituals for Zhongnan’s blessing” from the buzz of the surrounding crowd. He raised an eyebrow and stood by the roadside to wait, turning his head to continue explaining last night’s misunderstanding to Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao was still somewhat suspicious, “Then tonight I’ll lock your door, and you’re not allowed to go looking for him again.”

A twitch passed over Zhao Rong’s eyelid as he looked at the little Fox Demon sporting an ‘I’m looking out for you’ expression. He felt a familiar sense of being caught sneaking out in the middle of the night by his parents, who also mistakenly thought he was going on a date.

Zhao Rong said worriedly, “Just don’t oversleep and leave me locked in there…”

Zhao Rong had barely finished speaking when a sudden outcry exploded inside his Heart Lake, like an Evil Flood Dragon raising its head from the depths, soul-shattering and spine-tingling.

“Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace!”

Zhao Rong’s brows furrowed deeply.

Gui hurriedly added, “It’s the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace, I am not mistaken, that little Daoist boy is holding the Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace!”

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PS: Sorry it’s a bit late, brothers and sisters. If it’s just a single chapter, I’ll write a bit more next time. (I type slowly, it takes eight or nine hours per chapter)

Happy to share some joyful news with you all, Sword Lady finally got a spot recommended by editors, they finally decided to try it out, I am so excited! 130,000 words in, it’s finally happening, even though it might just be an ordinary spot, I am thrilled!