The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 7 I gave it to you
  Under the sunlight, the woman's voice was as sweet as a clear spring, a blush stained her cheeks, and small beads of sweat hung from the tip of her nose. Although she looked a little embarrassed, her bright smile was unforgettable.

She carefully handed over the wood carving. Only then did Na Changyue notice her and move from the wood carving to her.

The originally gorgeous dress was now stained with dirt and grass juice, there were a few red marks on both sides of her cheeks, and her bun was messy, like a clown.

Nanchang Yue took the wood carving with a smile on his lips, "Well, you really found it. In this case, I will give this wood carving to you."

His words made Feng Ling's eyes light up, "Really?" Nanchang Yue chuckled,
  "of course."

However, when she excitedly took over the wooden sculpture, he squeezed it hard and the wooden sculpture instantly broke into two pieces.

"Oh, what the hell happened?"

Her face was full of anxiety, and she was obviously very surprised that the wooden sculpture suddenly broke.

Feng Ling quickly held his hand and stared at the wooden sculpture with all her attention, but she didn't notice that she was holding his hand tightly.

Nanchang glanced at the cut on the back of his hand, and he could feel the softness and warmth of her fingers. He jerked his hand away and threw the wooden sculpture to the ground in disgust.

"It's broken, it's broken. Do you still want to blame me? You are really courageous."

Seeing that her mood gradually stabilized, he said coldly.

"No, I didn't... I just feel a little pity."

Feng Ling picked up the wooden sculpture on the ground and looked at him, with a hint of grievance and sadness in her eyes, "I don't mean to blame you..."

"Oh, this wood carving is such a pity, why is it broken?" Feng Ling looked at the broken wood in her hand with regret, and gently stroked its fracture.

Nanchang Yue looked on and felt that she had gone too far. This is just a piece of rotten wood. Is it worth her feeling so bad?

Suddenly, Feng Ling raised her head, with a hint of expectation in her eyes: "Sir, can you give me this wood carving?"

Nanchang Yue replied angrily: "If you want it, just take it."

"It's just a broken piece of wood. It's really not worth mentioning. It can only be regarded as a treasure by an abandoned person like you." Nanchang Yue thought with disdain.

Feng Ling smiled again when she heard this, "Thank you, sir."

Her clear round eyes were filled with tenderness and sweetness. She carefully held the wooden sculpture to her heart, a blush staining her ears, and she murmured in a low voice, "Does this count as a token of our love..."

Nanchang Yue didn't hear her words clearly, but seeing her look like that, he couldn't help but feel a little disgust in his heart, "What are you talking about?"

"Ah, nothing."

"It's late at night, Lord Demon Lord, you'd better go to bed early. I'll come with you tomorrow, what do you think?"

.........

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night, so Fei Ling took the two wood carvings back to her dormitory, and then ordered the maid to find some highly sticky isinglass.

She carefully glued the two broken pieces of wood carving back together, knowing that all of this was for others to see——

She knew that the maids here worked under the supervision of Nanchang Yue, and her every move would be reported.

After half a night of hard work, she finally successfully repaired the broken wooden sculpture.

She smiled with satisfaction as she looked at the wood carving in her hand that had been restored to its original shape even though there were obvious signs of repair.

"Although the wood carvings are somewhat damaged, they are not serious."

……

Feng Ling gently placed it on the pillow, gently slid her fingers over the scars, and then fell asleep with a smile.

When the maid reported all this to him, Nanchang narrowed his eyes more, and there was a hint of confusion on his originally cold face. Feng Ling, what on earth is she planning? Did she think she could take Feng Qianqian's place and win his heart? How ridiculous.

After many days of hard work by Fengling, Nanchang Yue finally noticed her existence.

But to truly enter his life, a key turning point is needed.

Seven days later, the turning point occurred.

The news that Nanchang Yue was seriously injured and unconscious shocked the entire palace, and Feng Ling rushed to his side immediately.

Outside the dormitory door, Feng Ling asked worriedly, "Lord Demon Lord, why did you suddenly suffer such serious injuries?"

In the original work, Nanchang Yue's situation was not that he gave up Taoism and chose to become a demon. In fact, he was a dual practitioner of demonism.

His mother was a witch from the Demon City, which enabled him to inherit the magic core in the witch's body from birth.

The originally sealed demonic core was unsealed when he became an adult, causing demonic energy to continue to surge within his body.

However, the sect skills he originally practiced were in conflict with this demonic aura. At this time, Nanchang Yueshang was unable to balance the two auras well.

Whenever the moon was full, he had difficulty controlling the collision of these two forces, causing a splitting headache and body pain.

At this moment, Nanchang had an unbearable headache, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was in a state of anger and out of control.

He picked up the vase on the table and smashed it to the ground, showing strong murderous intent. Anyone who comes near him will be severely injured and kicked out, leaving the room in a state of chaos.

Feng Ling hid quietly behind the door and did not rush in immediately.

She cautiously shouted, "Lord Demon Lord..."

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Na Changyue's mouth, and his body was swaying and leaning on the edge of the bed.

The wide sleeves slipped down, revealing his pale, jade-like wrists. At this moment, the demonic energy in his body surged, and the old wound on his chest had not yet completely healed.

That was the sword that Feng Qianqian accidentally pierced into his body, which also made him miss Feng Qianqian even more deeply.

He became increasingly irritable and looked at Feng Ling in front of him with a frown. Although her appearance is somewhat similar to Feng Qianqian, she is not her after all.

Because there was no tenderness and worry that he longed for in Feng Qianqian's eyes. "What do you want?"

Nanchang Yue had a splitting headache, couldn't concentrate, and even started to feel a little dazed. Feng Ling took this opportunity and quietly approached him.
  "Lord Demon Lord, please let me help you lie down. This will make you feel more comfortable."

Nanchang Yue didn't respond, but he didn't refuse either. Fengling took another step forward,
  "Ah Yue, I won't hurt you. I just want you to suffer less..."

Nanchang Yue heard the "Ayue" sound, and then suddenly grabbed her wrist. Feng Ling took advantage of the situation to support his swaying body, and the tall body almost bent her.

"It's you, right?" he asked, smelling the soft fragrance from her body.

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, then replied gently, "It's me, it's me. Are you feeling uncomfortable, husband?"

She knew that Nanchang Yue was delirious now, and this was a good opportunity for her to get close to him. Otherwise, with Nanchang Yue's character, he might never let her get close.

Nanchang Yue was indeed unconscious at the moment. He grabbed her hand and put it on her head, "Headache..."

Feng Ling approached him cautiously, imitating the heroine's tone with a soft voice,

"Let me rub your head, okay? It won't hurt anymore. This is how my grandma took care of me when I had a headache when I was a child..."

"Don't think about other things..." she said softly, "Sleep quietly, and when you wake up, your head will not hurt."

(End of this chapter)