Chapter 153: Chapter 138 Zhao’s Moon Slave (Added for brother Captain ‘Baiyi crossing the river, not convinced just do it!’) Chapter 153: Chapter 138 Zhao’s Moon Slave (Added for brother Captain ‘Baiyi crossing the river, not convinced just do it!’) Zhao Rong was witnessing this type of immortal celebration for the first ti.
However, the scenes of novelty playing out above the water curtain failed to capture his attention.
Zhao Rong’s hands were clasped together on the table, chin propped on them, his gaze fixed on an inconspicuous corner of the water curtain, unmoving.
His eyebrows occasionally furrowed, occasionally smoothed out.
The lively crowd around him had nothing to do with him.
Because.
He had Qing Jun.
Why had she lost weight?
Alright, although he couldn’t see her face, she just seed thinner.
I know it.
Her body was slimr than before.
Hey, the last ti was at the beginning of the year, it was cold, she wore more, now it’s just after sumr, wearing very little…
Cough cough, this young master doesn’t care, my Qing Jun has lost weight.
Zhao Rong blinked, his mind bubbling up with all sorts of strange thoughts.
Was Qing Jun doing her hair for ?
But her dress was too plain, when she was a child, she loved to dress up, wearing bright and beautiful clothes.
Every ti she went out to play with him, knowing full well that her clothes would get dirty, she still dressed up beautifully.
But at that ti, he felt she was just a “stinky girl” being vain, making a fuss about going out… Can’t you be quicker? What dress are you wearing, we’ll be climbing trees later, it’s going to be in the way, don’t you go holding onto my sleeve again, asking to squat down to tie your dress…
Ah.
Zhao Rong sighed, he really was quite the lonely soul back then…
His eyes stared at that corner of the water curtain, his gaze slightly focused.
What about her?
He was no longer that carefree childhood friend.
She was doing her hair for him, was she still that vibrant childhood friend?
Hiss…
Zhao Rong felt more and more that sothing was off.
Qing Jun’s attire, why did it feel a bit like “husband dead, matters burn paper”?
He felt a bit guilty.
Zhao Rong just let his mind wander like this, as for the other movents and excitent at the ceremony, he only glanced at them briefly in his peripheral vision, not paying much attention.
Because he couldn’t put it down anymore.
Was she shut in her room practicing cultivation, not setting foot outside?
Um, when he was young and still at Zhao Mansion, it seed to be the sa, if she hadn’t frequently sneaked out to find him at the private school of Zhao Mansion, she would probably keep practicing cultivation obsessively, staying indoors all the ti.
However, Qian’er should be taking good care of her daily needs, but why was she still thin?
Wait, where’s Qian’er?
Zhao Rong rubbed his face, how could he have forgotten that girl…
He carefully searched the water curtain, and recalled the recent “encounter” at the mountain base.
It seed there was no sign of Qian’er.
Only.
Before Zhao Rong could think further, there was a new change above the water curtain.
Since entering the Wangque Platform, Qing Jun had been standing at the forefront of an edge.
Those who ca up with her were also nearby.
Only that red-clothed woman seed to be playing a role similar to a maid of honor at the wedding and had already left Qing Jun’s side to participate in the ceremony.
At this mont, the ceremony seed to have completed a stage, but Zhao Rong couldn’t see it, only roughly guessing.
At this mont.
The previously main focus of the ceremony, a man and a woman of elegant deanor, dressed in radiant dragon and phoenix wedding attire, were walking around on the Wangque Platform, holding glasses to propose toasts.
They soon arrived at where Qing Jun was.
A group of young Residence Students gathered around her.
From the bird’s-eye view on the water curtain.
They couldn’t see their specific appearances or hear what they were saying; they could only judge by so of their actions that the place seed very lively at the mont.
Qing Jun appeared to be laughing as well.
That must be the wind-robed woman, Lu Yao’er, holding Qing Jun’s hand intimately.
A group of people surrounded them, saying sothing, followed by a burst of laughter.
Afterward, Qing Jun picked up a cup of wine from a tray held by a floating butterfly-winged sprite, whose body was as petite as an adult’s arm, and toasted to the newlywed couple.
The liveliness lasted for a mont before the newlywed couple moved elsewhere, and the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.
Zhao Rong watched with a smile.
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“Sister Yao’er is truly fortunate,” said Ning Ying, dressed in red, standing beside Lingfei in Zhao Mansion. With her slender fingers colored with red rouge, she lightly pinched a small wine cup, her almond-shaped eyes slightly squinting as she stared at Lu Yao’er’s departing figure, lost in thought.
Suddenly, she remarked.
Upon hearing this, Lingfei turned her head, looked at Ning Ying, and nodded slightly.
Many of the Residence Students around them nodded in agreent.
A woman comnted enviously, “The sect master has secluded herself from the world for years, and Deputy Sect Master Cheng has been in charge of internal affairs. This ti, for the grand ceremony, Brother Cheng even presented a sword left by a Nascent Soul elder of our sect as a marriage gift. Brother Cheng’s temperant is warm, and he is so deeply in love with Sister Lu. Sister Lu is really too fortunate.”
Ning Ying’s lips curved up, and she nodded, “Yes, and Brother Cheng is very obedient too.”
Everyone laughed again before dispersing, and Ning Ying also went elsewhere.
Lingfei stayed where she was, tilting her head to admire the scenery outside Wangque Platform.
Suddenly.
Her slender waist was embraced from behind.
Imdiately.
A fierce and childish voice rang out.
“Lingfei sister, no turning back, guess who I am?”
Having sensed the little girl approaching much earlier, Lingfei couldn’t help but smile and didn’t turn her head imdiately, instead cocking her head in a pondering gesture.
“Chen Yuenu?”
“No.”
“Zhao Ya’er?”
“No!”
“Then, it must be Su Xiaoying…”
“No, no, no! Lingfei sister, you’re doing it on purpose!”
Ding Ling Ling~
The little girl let go and ran in front of Lingfei, standing with her hands on her hips and her little head tilted back, glaring at Lingfei.
Her childish voice was not soft but clear and lodious like that of a lark.
The little girl, looking about six or seven years old, wore a delicate pink short gown with a string of tinkling silver bells on her little hands.
Her pretty face was exquisitely carved, her cheeks were babyish and tender with a hint of rosiness, her big eyes were clear, and her long eyelashes made her a beautiful sight, promising to be a real heartbreaker when she grew up.
However.
The little girl seed a bit too short…
Lingfei bent over, found it inappropriate, and instead crouched down, her gaze level with the little girl in the pink dress, observing her petulant deanor.
Lingfei smiled softly, squinting her eyes, and with a sudden realization, said, “Oh, so it’s little Yuenu.”
Zhao Yuenu still pouted, glaring at Lingfei, whose elegant and unrivaled beauty was reflected clearly in her expressive eyes.
Both had faces that could make blooming flowers pale in comparison.
One was already blooming, spreading a sweet fragrance, at the perfect age for beauty, while the other was still a bud, moist with morning dew.
Both beautiful figures, although on a corner of Wangque Platform, managed to attract the glances of many n around, who observed them from the side.
Lingfei grinned and raised her hand to touch Zhao Yuenu’s lovely temple but saw the little girl’s eyes widen even more.
So, she just smoothed the soft bangs on her forehead instead.
Lingfei seriously said, “I didn’t recognize it was little Yuenu because…”
Her eyes twinkling, “because I rember little Yuenu being this tall, barely reaching my waist. How did you grow so much taller all of a sudden?”
The little girl’s eyes curved into crescents.
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