35. Qilin Sigh

"She is so hurt that it is difficult to move her, so let her stay here." Ning Jia said.

Fangrong Fangqi went out and returned to her bedroom. Yu'er slept on the soft couch in Ningjia's inner room.

Yu'er was raised at Ningjia for a few days, and finally she gradually recovered some of her strength and could barely move around.

In the past few days, I had been sleeping with Ning Jia.

Inside the Begonia screen, a lotus-colored tent covers a brocade satin bed, and the rhombus mirror on the carved makeup table is delicately engraved with snowflake patterns.

Hanging on the wall is a picture of beauties enjoying themselves, with different expressions, lifelike.

A lyre was placed on a low sandalwood table, and green smoke curled up from the blue lotus incense burner.

Other various ornaments, fragrant flowers and jade earrings are all ingenious and meticulously crafted.

This is the room where the princess lives. It is much more beautiful than my simple cave. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a fairyland.

Yu'er is quite satisfied here.

Ning Jia would take the long sword hanging on the wall and practice in the yard every other day or two in the early morning.

Yu'er lay down at the crack of the window and took a few glances.

Looking at her paddling back and forth, her energy is barely stimulated, it's just a comparison of moves.

Yu'er stuck out her tongue: "Is she really practicing swordsmanship?"

It was almost the time after Ning Jia finished practicing her sword. Ning Jia and the others would check on Yu'er's injuries every day.

All wounds were cleaned by Fangqi.

Fangrong still didn't have a good attitude towards her.

Sometimes when Ning Jia and Fang Qi are out of sight, they secretly pull her tail or twist her ears.

Therefore, when Yu'er saw her, she arched her back and bared her teeth.

"You still dare to be cruel to me? Be careful, I will ask Taoist Priest Tianxuan to come and take you in!" Fang Rong said.

When Yu'er heard the Taoist's name, she was a little frightened, ran outside, jumped onto Ning Jia's lap, turned around and bared her teeth at Fang Rong again.

Ning Jia was sitting in front of the desk embroidering a picture of peonies beating butterflies. When she saw Yu'er suddenly running out, she hurriedly said to Fang Rong: "Go and close the door!"

Fangrong reluctantly walked over and closed the pear blossom door.

Yu'er lay on Ning Jia's lap, with the hair on her back standing up, and purred at Fang Rong.

Seeing her like this, Ning Jia stroked her soft, smooth, snow-white fur, smiled at Fang Rong and shook her head.

"Are you bullying it again?" Ning Jia smiled.

"I don't have any." Fangrong squinted at Yu'er and said.

"It's a fox fairy, so be careful." Ning Jia said.

"What kind of fox spirit? It's just a vixen!" Fangrong said dissatisfiedly, "Third princess, let's keep it like this. If it does something strange, we are no match for it. How about..."

"It's better to give it to His Highness the Crown Prince while it's seriously injured now." Fang Qi held a few pink and fresh begonia flowers and pushed the door in. She turned around and closed the door again, and said, "Fang Rong, don't let it happen again." It’s angry, it’s not malicious.”

"Fang Qi! Why are you always protecting it? You have forgotten what harm it has done to you, and it almost killed you." Fang Rong said.

"I'm not protecting it, I'm just telling the truth." Fang Qi said.

"To tell the truth, it means it didn't do it, right? Then who is haunting these days? Even Taoist Priest Tianxuan can't find it?" Fang Rong said, still unconvinced, and raised her voice a little more.

"Fang Rong, be careful what you say. If someone listens to you, you might get into trouble again." Fang Qi hurriedly said to Fan Rong.

He approached Fang Rong and gently pulled her arm.

In the past few days, except for Fangqi and Fangrong, almost no one was allowed to enter the inner room.

Other maids are not allowed to enter the outside room except for daily cleaning and tidying up.

However, there are many people in this palace, so you have to pay attention to everything.

Although Fangrong was angry and rude, after all, she had been working in the palace for several years. How could she not understand this?

He also stopped talking immediately.

Fang Qi lowered her head and meditated for a while, frowned slightly and said, "I don't know either, but when it attaches to me, I seem to be able to feel its thoughts..."

"The more you talk, the more mysterious it becomes. Can you still communicate with a vixen?" Fangrong said, her voice much lower.

"But, I really feel it." Fang Qi said with certainty.

"I don't believe it." Fangrong said.

"Okay, you two, stop arguing." Ning Jia raised her head while holding her embroidery needle and said, "Fang Rong, go see if the soup in the kitchen is ready."

"Yes." Fangrong bowed her knees, pouted and went out.

Fang Qi held the begonia flower in front of Ning Jia and said with a smile: "Third princess, this is the begonia flower I just picked. Isn't it nice?"

Ning Jia smiled: "Yeah, it looks good."

"I'll put it in place." Fangqi said, walking to the vase on the table in front of the wall, gently placing the begonia flowers down, changing the water, and then inserting the begonia flowers just now.

Ning Jia looked at the begonia flowers and was lost in thought for a while. She put down her embroidery needle and picked up a book of piano music to read.

Yu'er also stood up and leaned in front of Ning Jia to look at the picture of peonies fluttering against butterflies on the embroidery stand. The embroidered flowers were so delicate and beautiful, and the butterflies danced around people's souls, it was like a living scene.

Then he looked at the music score in Ning Jia's hand, and it turned out to be a song called "Lin Yuan San".

I have heard Sister Qingyi play this piece before, and I heard it is an extremely rare piece of music. However, it also has quite a few twists and turns, and it is difficult to play it well with ordinary skill.

Ning Jia saw the snow-white fox in her arms staring at the music score, and couldn't help but smile: "Do you also know the music score?"

Fangqi saw the princess talking to Yu'er and said, "Third princess, aren't you afraid of it?"

"Didn't Fang Qi say that it was not malicious?" Ning Jia said.

After hearing Ning Jia's words, Fang Qi laughed and said, "Yes, I said that."

Yu'er lay on Ning Jia's knees and stretched: Is this little princess really okay? Is it so easy to trust others?

However, it would be great if you can settle down and recuperate.

Looking at the faces of the three of them, Fang Qi is a few years older than Ning Jia, but Fang Rong is about the same age as Ning Jia.

"Let me take a look at its wound." Fang Qi said to Ning Jia again.

"Okay." Ning Jia nodded.

Fangqi brought Yu'er over, looked at her carefully, and said, "It's almost healed. I don't need any medicine today."

"That's good." Ning Jia smiled.

Suddenly the wind started blowing, and soon a thunderstorm came.

The vegetation washed by the rain looked extremely green, and the breeze blowing into the house also carried an extremely fresh breath, which made it look a bit like Qingluo Peak.

I wonder how my father and mother are doing in Qingluo Peak?

Sister Qingyi and the others have gone back, right?

When my injury is almost healed, I have taught this foolish emperor a lesson, and I have found a good treasure, I will go back.

And that You Jue, I wonder where he has returned?

What kind of person is his master?

Brother Changli took so much trouble to teach him, could it be that all his hard work was wasted in the end?

How is brother Jie Feng's injury?

To what extent has You Jue's Zhu Yan's power recovered?

If he doesn't cooperate, it may be impossible to separate Qilin and seal Zhu Yan alone, right?

This is a real headache.

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Chitianzhuang.

Ten days and ten nights.

You Jue knelt beside him motionless, becoming more desperate and hating herself more and more day by day.

When he was on the verge of collapse, he finally saw him slowly opening his eyes.

"Teacher, master..."

He could hardly believe his eyes!

Warm tears suddenly rolled down his cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away.

The Lord looked at him with an almost imperceptible smile.

The Lord sat up, and You Jue quickly stepped forward to help him.

The Lord waved his hand, stood up and said: "You Jue, follow me."
To be continued...