Cut Frost

Chapter 35

"It's so hurt that it's inconvenient to move, just let her stay here." Ning Jia said.

Fangrong Fangqi went out and went back to her bedroom, while Yu'er slept on the soft couch in Ning Jia's inner room.

After being raised by Ning Jia for a few days, Yu'er finally regained some vitality and was barely able to walk.

For the past few days, he and Ning Jia have been sleeping together.

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

There is a picture of beauty playing on the wall, with different expressions and lifelikeness.

A lyre is placed on a sandalwood low table, and blue smoke curls from the blue lotus incense burner.

All other colorful ornaments, fragrant flowers and jade spikes are all ingenious and meticulously crafted.

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

Yu'er is quite satisfied here.

Every other day or two, Ning Jia would take the long sword hanging on the wall in the early morning and go to the yard to practice for a while.

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

Looking at her paddling, the Qi Yun that she should have is barely aroused, it's just a move.

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

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

The wounds were cleaned by Fang Qi.

Fang Rong still didn't have a good look on her.

Sometimes when Ning Jia and Fangqi couldn't see, they would secretly pull her tail or twist her ears.

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

"You still dare to be cruel to me? Be careful, I'll call Tianxuan Daochang to accept you!" Fangrong said.

When Yu'er heard the Taoist's name, she was also a little frightened, so she ran outside, jumped on Ning Jia's lap, and turned back to Fang Rong again.

Ning Jia was sitting in front of the desk embroidering a picture of a peony fluttering to a butterfly, when she saw Yu'er suddenly running out, she hurriedly said to Fangrong, "Go and close the door!"

Fang Rong reluctantly walked over to cover the pear door.

Yu'er was lying on Ning Jia's legs, with the hair on her back standing up, making a whimpering sound at Fangrong.

Seeing her like this, Ning Jia stroked her soft and smooth, snow-white and crystal clear hair, and shook her head with a smile at Fang Rong.

"You bullied it again?" Ning Jia smiled.

"I don't have it." Fangrong squinted at Yu'er.

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

"What fox fairy, it's a fox spirit!" Fangrong said dissatisfiedly, "Three princesses, we keep it like this, if it does something strange, we are not its opponent. Why don't..."

"It's better to give it to His Royal Highness while it is seriously injured now." Fang Qi held a few fresh pink begonia flowers and pushed the door in. She turned around and still closed the door, and said, "Fang Rong, don't regenerate it. Angry, it's not malicious."

"Fangqi! Why do you keep protecting it! You forgot what it did to you, and it almost killed you." Fangrong said.

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

"To tell the truth, isn't it because it didn't do it? Who is haunted these days? Even the Taoist Master Tianxuan couldn't find it?" Fangrong was still dissatisfied, and her voice raised a little more.

"Fang Rong, be careful what you say, if someone listens to you, I don't know what trouble you're going to get into." Fang Qi hurriedly said to Fang Rong.

Approaching Fangrong, he gently pulled her arm.

In the past few days, except Fang Qi and Fang Rong, almost no one else is allowed to enter the inner room.

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

However, there are many people in this palace, so be careful about everything.

Although Fangrong is angry, she has been in the palace for several years. How can she not understand this?

He also picked up the sound immediately.

Fang Qi lowered her head and thought for a while, then frowned slightly: "I don't know either, but when it was attached to me, I seemed to be able to feel its mind..."

"The more you talk, the more mysterious you are, can you still communicate with a fox spirit?" Fang Rong said, his voice much lower.

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

"I don't believe it." Fang Rong said.

"Okay, stop arguing between the two of you." Ning Jia raised her head with a needle, "Fangrong, go and see if the soup in the small kitchen is simmering."

"Yes." Fangrong bowed her knees and went out with a pout.

Fang Qi held the begonia flower in front of Ning Jia, smiled and said, "Three princesses, this is the begonia flower I just picked, isn't it beautiful?"

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

"I'll put it in." Fang Qi said, walked to the vase on the table in front of the wall, put down the begonia flower gently, changed the water, and then put the begonia flower just now.

Ning Jia stared at Haitanghua for a while, put down the needle, picked up a piano score and read it.

Yu'er also stood up, arched over to Ning Jia, and looked at the picture of the peony fluttering to the butterfly on the embroidery stand.

Looking at the piano score in Ning Jia's hand, it turned out to be the song "Lin Yuan San".

I have heard Sister Qingyi play this song before, and I heard that it is a very rare and good song, but it also has twists and turns, and it is difficult to play it well with ordinary skills.

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

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

"Didn't Fangqi say that it's not malicious?" Ning Jia said.

Fang Qi laughed when she heard Ning Jia's words, and said, "Yes, the servant said so."

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

However, it would be better if he could calm down and heal his wounds.

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

"Let the slaves show it's wounds." Fang Qi said to Ning Jia again.

"Okay." Ning Jia nodded.

Fang Qi carried Yu'er over, checked it carefully, and said, "It's almost better now, so I won't be taking medicine today."

"That's good." Ning Jia smiled.

Suddenly the wind picked up, and soon thunderstorms came.

After being washed by the rain, the grass and trees look unusually green, and the breeze blowing into the house also has an extremely fresh breath, which is somewhat like Qingluofeng.

I don't know what happened to the father and mother in Qingluofeng?

Sister Qingyi and the others have already gone back?

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

And that You Jue, I don't know where he went back?
What kind of person is his master?

Brother Changli took so much trouble to teach him, would it be a waste of time after all?
What happened to brother Jiefeng's injury?

To what extent has You Jue's Zhu Yanzhi recovered?

If he doesn't cooperate, it's probably impossible to peel off the single seal of the unicorn, Zhu Yan, right?

This is a real headache.

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Chi Tian Zhuang.

Ten days and ten nights.

You Jue knelt down beside him motionlessly, becoming more desperate and hating herself more and more every day.

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

"Master, Master..."

He could hardly believe his eyes!

Warm tears rolled down his cheeks suddenly, and he hurriedly wiped them dry.

The Lord looked at him with a smile that was almost imperceptible.

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

The lord waved his hand, stood up by himself, and said, "You Jue, come with me."

Saying that, he stepped out of the door first.

"Yes, Master." You Jue also followed behind him and walked out.

The Lord took him to the center of the garden.

"Master, the stone bench is cool."

You Jue took the cushion in Yu Xing's hand, put it on the stone bench, and helped the Lord to sit down.

"You Jue, how about the power of the unicorn and the power of Zhu Yan?" The Lord looked at You Jue in front of him.

"It is difficult to be compatible with each other." You Jue said.

"Now, if you want to choose only one of them, do you have a decision yet?" the Lord said.

"Yes." You Jue said.

"Okay." Venerable Master said.

The Venerable Lord stretched out his right hand and held a cyan cane more than three feet long in his hand.

On the top of the stick are carved a long blue snake and a dark green old turtle, and the long tail of the green snake is wrapping around the old turtle.

"If you only rely on the power of the Qinglong, it is still difficult to stabilize. Now you can combine the strength of Zhu Yan with the strength of my Qinglong to seal it together." Honored Lord said.

"Yes." You Jue replied.

Zhu Yan laughed in Youjue's body: "You stinky unicorn, let's see how you are making waves this time!"

Qilin sighed in Youjue: "Meeting him is the fate of you and me..."

The Lord has stood up and walked to the wide area.

You Jue also walked over and stood in front of him.

The lord stretched out his hands, his broad robe was puffed up by the wind, and his long hair flew.

The cyan light shone out of the stick, enveloping You Jue's whole body.

The ape staff in You Jue's hand also glowed with red light.

The cyan light draws the crimson light, and gradually condenses into a large circle, and a strange pattern gradually forms in the circle.

Like a dragon but not a dragon, like an ape and not an ape.

It seems like nothing, just some interlacing of light and shadow.

This circle shrinks and shrinks, gradually disappearing into the secluded body.

On You Jue's bright and clean right face, a thin white fluff suddenly grew again.

Trying to drive the power of the unicorn again, there is no breath.

Zhu Yan's power was surging and vigorous, and his heart was burning like a red fire, which would not go out.

(End of this chapter)