Su Qingdai temporarily set aside her scroll and looked up at him, blinking, "Hm, I recently changed my name, and this Immortal Dress has risen in grade ever since Ziyu left a poem on it. I’m a bit puzzled, as I even discovered that wearing it during cultivation at night, it can actually absorb the starlight into my body."
Her red lips and pearly teeth gleaming, she watched him with sparkling eyes, "This Flowing Immortal Dress, inscribed with Ziyu’s poetry, is now the obsession of countless girls in Great Li... seeking him thousands of times in the crowd, only to turn around and see him... where the lights are dim..."
Su Qingdai hemmed and hawed, softly tracing the handwriting on the dress, her chin raised proudly.
Zhao Rong was speechless, "That still doesn’t justify such a bizarre name, choose another."
She obediently nodded, "Oh, then what about Yu Dai?"
He was the sky, above her.
Zhao Rong’s face darkened, so you’re also hopeless at naming.
If the ones before him were Xiao Xiao and Qing Jun, he would definitely ask seriously, "Then what about the names of our children in the future?"
Yet with the exquisitely beautiful fairy before him, in a small bird-like state, he could not offer any promises.
He waved his hand, "I can’t with you, just call it... Jiang Xing Flowing Immortal Dress, then."
"Jiang Xing?" Su Qingdai was curious, "That sounds nice, Jiang... does it mean ’a red star’?"
The young Confucian Scholar nodded, glancing down at the ’Jiang Xing Flowing Immortal Dress’ where the imagery of stars flowed faintly.
"Eh, why... why red?"
The woman in the black dress transformed into a curious baby, oblivious to the ’danger’ that was approaching.
Zhao Rong got up leisurely, smiling, "Of course it’s dyed."
Su Qingdai was stunned, then a blush spread from her ears, coloring her jade-like face with the glow of dawn.
Zhao Rong turned to look in the direction of the west wing, then turned back and picked up the ruler, giving her lovely face a gentle flick. He sighed softly, deciding it was time for some hands-on teaching, hmm, first to craft a few sentences to test Su Qingdai’s understanding.
Just then, a series of knocks suddenly came from the door.
A girl’s tentative voice came from outside the door.
The atmosphere that had been brewing at the desk instantly dissipated into nothingness.
Zhao Rong and Su Qingdai both froze.
Immediately, the two, alone in their respective genders, became flustered and harried.
Zhao Rong widened his eyes, the rhythm of the knocking seemed familiar.
He gave an irritated kick to the boasting Su Qingdai.
She, in her confusion and astonishment, scrambled to her feet to run.
But at this moment, how could she run?
While Zhao Rong frowned and Su Qingdai panicked, the little maid outside knocked on the door again, even trying to push it, but to no avail.
"Rong’er brother? What are you doing... huh, it’s locked..."
Zhao Rong took a deep breath.
"Is it Qian’er? I’m coming."
In the midst of urgency, he calmly tidied up the desk, and then suddenly stretched out his hand to press the bewildered Su Qingdai’s head under the table, gave her a look, and then rolled up his sleeves, heading for the door.
Su Qingdai was stunned, noting the broad tablecloth that hid the underside of the desk and her Immortal Dress, she soon understood, let down the cloth, and crawled under the table...
"Qian’er, why are you here..."
Zhao Rong began to open the door while maintaining a forced composure, smiling, his mind already figuring out countermeasures and words to say if they were unfortunately discovered...
The door opened, and indeed it was little Qian’er.
The next second, Qian’er suddenly rushed into the room.
Zhao Rong’s heart clenched, but unexpectedly, the little maid turned around, closed the door, stood on tiptoes, pecked him with a kiss, and whispered sheepishly:
"Don’t worry, she’s asleep～"
PS: Sorry guys, I’m a bit late, the previous two Chapters are in; I was busy editing and felt a bit discouraged while coding...
Well, it should be out in the next few days, Rong’er will make some edits and then submit it for review. Don’t worry, brothers who subscribed, when it’s released, you won’t be charged points again, because this is called blocking, not deletion of Chapters, and Vip Chapters can’t be deleted anyway, plus Rong’er will also protect your rights – you can always send Rong’er private messages if there’s any issue.
If there are brothers who really can’t wait... um, yes, that’s right.
"Rong’er brother? What are you doing... Eh, it’s locked..."
Zhao Rong took a deep breath.
"Is that Qian’er? I’m coming, I’m coming."
In the urgency of the moment, he quickly pulled himself together, tidied up his desk slightly, and then, with a sudden motion, he guided the bewildered Su Qingdai’s head under the desk with a meaningful look and walked towards the door, rolling up his sleeves.
Su Qingdai, taken aback, glanced at the wide tablecloth hiding the space under the desk and her Immortal Dress. She instantly understood, let the tablecloth fall back into place, and crawled underneath the desk...
"Qian’er, why have you come..."
Zhao Rong tried to maintain his composure as he opened the door, speaking with a smile, already thinking of ways to deal with the situation and what to say if his secret was discovered...
As the door opened, indeed, it was little Qian’er.
The next second, little Qian’er dashed into the room.
Zhao Rong’s heart clinched, yet, to his surprise, the little girl turned around, closed the door behind her, tiptoed up to peck him on the mouth, and whispered:
"Don’t worry, she’s asleep~"
"Rong’er brother? What are you doing... Eh, it’s locked..."
Zhao Rong took a deep breath.
"Is that Qian’er? I’m coming, I’m coming."
In the urgency of the moment, he quickly pulled himself together, tidied up his desk slightly, and then, with a sudden motion, he guided the bewildered Su Qingdai’s head under the desk with a meaningful look and walked towards the door, rolling up his sleeves.
Su Qingdai, taken aback, glanced at the wide tablecloth hiding the space under the desk and her Immortal Dress. She instantly understood, let the tablecloth fall back into place, and crawled underneath the desk...
"Qian’er, why have you come..."
Zhao Rong tried to maintain his composure as he opened the door, speaking with a smile, already thinking of ways to deal with the situation and what to say if his secret was discovered...
As the door opened, indeed, it was little Qian’er.
The next second, little Qian’er dashed into the room.
Zhao Rong’s heart clinched, yet, to his surprise, the little girl turned around, closed the door behind her, tiptoed up to peck him on the mouth, and whispered:
"Don’t worry, she’s asleep~"
"Rong’er brother? What are you doing... Eh, it’s locked..."
Zhao Rong took a deep breath.
"Is that Qian’er? I’m coming, I’m coming."
In the urgency of the moment, he quickly pulled himself together, tidied up his desk slightly, and then, with a sudden motion, he guided the bewildered Su Qingdai’s head under the desk with a meaningful look and walked towards the door, rolling up his sleeves.
"Rong’er brother? What are you doing... Eh, it’s locked..."
Zhao Rong took a deep breath.
"Is that Qian’er? I’m coming, I’m coming."
Su Qingdai, taken aback, glanced at the wide tablecloth hiding the space under the desk and her Immortal Dress. She instantly understood, let the tablecloth fall back into place, and crawled underneath the desk...
"Qian’er, why have you come..."
Zhao Rong tried to maintain his composure as he opened the door, speaking with a smile, already thinking of ways to deal with the situation and what to say if his secret was discovered...
As the door opened, indeed, it was little Qian’er.
The next second, little Qian’er dashed into the room.
Zhao Rong’s heart clinched, yet, to his surprise, the little girl turned around, closed the door behind her, tiptoed up to peck him on the mouth, and whispered:
"Don’t worry, she’s asleep~"