On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

In the night breeze, Xie Wuwang's voice floating from the sound transmission mirror was extremely cold.

Ning Qingqing did not expect that he would reply, nor did she expect that her heart would still be sore after hearing his voice suddenly.

She coughed weakly.

Zhang Tianbao's forehead was filled with cold sweat, and he smiled bitterly: "Madam, why are you so troublesome! The little one has eyes but doesn't know Taishan, and hurt Madam. This is really hard to redeem!"

"Sa—"

A clear sword light pierced the night sky, and the rickety body fell in front of Ning Qingqing with a rumble, and the huge wine gourd almost hit her face.

Ning Tianxi is here.

Everyone from the Qingcheng Sword Sect arrived one after another, guarding Ning Qingqing in the center, and all of them put on expressions of being prepared to desperately.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!" Zhang Tianbao shook his hands and raised his foot to kick the subordinates around him, "I won't accept it for what you do with swords and swords! I accept them all! Headmaster Ning, listen to my explanation! Let me explain! This is really a misunderstanding!"

The two elder sisters held Ning Qingqing, one on the left and the other on the right.

Her eyes went dark and she fainted.

When Ning Qingqing woke up, she saw the top of the tent rolled around twice, and then gradually stabilized in front of her eyes.

Sitting next to the bed was a slender and weak figure, with his back facing her, and was quietly asking another person about her physical condition.

Ning Qingqing blinked in disbelief.

No matter how you look at this figure, it is the second senior sister Wu Xiaqi-the one with the loudest voice and the most explosive temper.

In order not to disturb her to rest, the second elder sister can actually speak in a low voice like this? Ning Qingqing couldn't help but tears in her eyes.

"Second Sister..."

Wu Xiaqi suddenly turned her head and opened her mouth in surprise. I was about to talk, but I didn't know what I thought of, so I squeezed my lips suddenly, suffocated, and said in a soft voice, "How are you, Xiao Qing'er? You slept for two days, did you feel uncomfortable?"

Ning Qingqing's back numb for a while, staring at Wu Xiaqi like a ghost.

I'm afraid it's not being taken away!

No wonder I always felt that something was missing when I came back this time, because Wu Xiaqi's loud voice was missing.

From the sound wave shaking the bird to the Xiaoniao Yiren, I don't know what the second elder sister has experienced.

The sound of wooden wheels sounded.

Ning Qingqing followed the prestige, his eyes lit up unconsciously.

It turned out that there was another person in the house. He is sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a green shirt, his complexion is paler than ordinary people, and his figure is thinner. His light brown peach eyes are clear enough to illuminate a figure, and his handsome nose and lips are so beautiful. .

Such a person is personable and gentle as jade.

Wu Xiaqi softly introduced: "This is the master of Medicine King Gu Shaogu, Yin Chaofeng. After Master rebuilt the sword bone, he has been looking after him. He is also treating you for these two days. Thanks to Shaogu. The Lord is here, Xiao Qing'er, you can heal so quickly."

Yaowanggu cultivates the path of medicine, the path of medicine, and the benevolence of healers. It is the most popular school in the fairy gate. The master of the Valley of Medicine King and Ning Tianxi are old friends. This time Ning Tianxi remodeled the sword bone. After the master of the valley personally visited the doctor, he left the master of the valley to stay in Qingcheng Mountain to help him recuperate, which is full of sincerity.

"Thank you Shaogu Master."

Ning Qingqing glanced at Wu Xiaqi, looking at her red cheeks and dodging eyes, Ning Qingqing suddenly understood the reason for her second senior sister's abnormal voice.

The second elder sister fell in love with this young master. For the sake of a person, I am holding my temper and become unlike my original self.

Ning Qingqing has a mixed heart.

"The Zhang Tianbao Zhang Dongzhu of Huaiyin Mountain has sent a lot of rare medicinal materials." Yin Chaofeng said, "Your brothers and sisters are not worried that you can use Zhang Dongzhu's things, all of which are cheaper. I suspect that there is a problem with the medicinal materials. Naturally, I am embarrassed to sell it to me, so I can only give it away."

The young man's voice was gentle, clear, and very nice. The smile is so beautiful, the eyes and the corners of the lips are bent, making people unconsciously feel good. Listening to his tone, he is also an open-minded and cheerful person, which is really flattering.

It's no wonder that Wu Xiaqi's daffodil has become a mimosa.

After joking, Yin Chaofeng spoke of the doctor's order: "Friend Ning Daoist overdrafts excessive spiritual power, and his heart pulse has been injured by concussions. The problem can be large or small. If you take medicine on time, you can recover in a hundred days. Remember. Remember, you must not shake your mind too much, otherwise you will be in danger of burning your mind."

Enthusiasm is blazing, and if it is serious, it is a delusion.

The young healer had seen too much negative emotions accumulated in her heart.

"I understand. Thank you Shaogu Master." Ning Qingqing nodded.

When she woke up, Yin Chaofeng no longer needed to guard. He was born weak, and he had suffered enough in the past two days. He raised his hand and rubbed the dark circles under his eyes. He pushed the wheelchair, creaking and moving outwards.

When he reached the door, he tilted his head subconsciously.

The sunlight outside the door was shining on his blue shirt. He was carrying the light, and his profile was unparalleled.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, he slightly lowered his head and smiled gracefully, and then left the bamboo house without stopping, rolling the wooden wheel.

"Is a very gentle person." Wu Xiaqi was full of emotion.

Ning Qingqing nodded, was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.

In the past, I was really blindfolded, thinking that there was no good man in this world except Xie Wuwang.

Thinking of Xie Wuwang, her expression was slightly stagnant, and she hesitated, "Xie Wuwang...have he been here?"

"No." Wu Xiaqi showed sympathy.

Ning Qingqing frowned. She didn't pretend to be passionate about him thinking that he would come to visit her injured, but, since he knew she had evidence of Zhang Tianbao's murder, why was he indifferent?

Could it be that he really trusted Zhang Tianbao unconditionally?

"Little Junior Sister has handed over the material evidence to Master, right?" Ning Qingqing asked.

Wu Xiaqi nodded: "The bamboo leaf pattern on the half-cut hairpin is very delicate, not an ordinary handicraft on the market, it should be a very important clue!"

When Ning Qingqing was happy, it was inevitable that she was a little worried.

"Recently, we must strengthen our precautions and pay attention to safety." She said anxiously.

Wu Xiaqi laughed: "Xiao Qing'er, you really have been with Daojun for so many years! Instead of being arrogant, why are you walking cautiously on thin ice? Where is our green bamboo leaves?"

Ning Qingqing couldn't help but sneered at each other: "Are you trying loudly and loudly in front of Lord Shaogu?"

Wu Xiaqi choked fiercely, her pretty face flushed instantly.

She ran away without looking back.

No one came back all day.

Ning Qingqing originally thought that after she woke up, Master and other senior brothers and sisters would take turns to visit. He didn't expect that for the next few days, she was not seen alone except for the eighth brother Mangourd who delivered the medicine on time.

Even Wu Xiaqi did not appear again.

"Should be busy investigating the hairpin..."

Ning Qingqing looked at the top of the tent blankly.

In fact, she was not as important as she thought.

Tiansheng Palace.

Yuli Garden.

The woman stared at the dazzling figure fascinatingly. The most supreme man in the whole world has given birth to such a good skin.

She didn't understand, he had clearly driven the inexistent Taoist companion down the mountain for her, but why is he still not warm to himself after so long?

When talking to him, he would simply respond with a faint smile, and occasionally cast his gaze on her, his dark eyes were deep, like inquiring and pondering. But every time she sticks to him for an excuse, he will always fly away.

In just a few days, she had fallen seven or eight, but she couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

In order to be able to come to him, she obeyed the instructions of her foster father and asked Xiuniang to embroider red plums on her forehead, stitch by stitch, how painful! At such a high price, you can't change your hands empty-handed, right?

If you drag on this way, things will only get worse when the Taoist couple comes back. You must quickly let the Taoist taste what you like. The body that has been carefully trained for men for many years, as long as he encounters it once, it will definitely be able to Tell him to eat the marrow and know the taste.

Just so close! Then you can become a human being!

She bit her silver teeth secretly, her eyes gradually falling to the man in the window.

He rarely goes back to the yard, and every time he comes back, he looks at the pot of mushrooms most of the time!

If it is... if it is... without it, will his gaze always fall on him?

Thoughts together, like a hundred claws scratching the heart.

She slowly raised her head, and found that the sun was extremely bright today.

Things like mushrooms can't stand the sun, right?

She narrowed her eyes to make herself look more submissive.

Seeing the man stepping out of the main house, she hurriedly greeted her and said softly and thoughtfully: "Daojun, isn't the madam coming back? Otherwise, the concubine will go to the madam to make a living, let the madam calm down and stop talking to him. Daojun is awkward. If you continue like this, isn't it to make the world laugh, and it will damage Daojun's face."

"Don't be troublesome." He smiled softly, and his tone was OK, but for some reason, she shuddered inexplicably in the dog days.

"Yes." She lowered her head docilely, revealing the white nape of her neck and large areas of skin on her back.

He didn't stop for a moment, and left.

If it was the next day, she would have to be disappointed and wronged, but today as he watched him go away, she grabbed her palm with excitement and suppressed the violent flashing eyes.

If there were no mushrooms, what he played with in his palm would be his good figure...

It's just that the mushroom is in the main house.

A few days ago, she tried to put on a translucent dress, and quietly approached the main house, trying to climb onto his bed.

When he didn't want to get to the door, he was stopped with a smile. At that time, he was mild and joking that he would die if he stepped in.

She didn't dare to ponder this man's mind. Although she didn't think he would die if she entered, she knew that disobeying him would have no good results, so she didn't dare to try the law.

Today, watching his figure disappear at the end of Baiyu Mountain Road, the thoughts in his mind are getting stronger and stronger, and he can't help it at all.

Her heart was beating wildly, and while he was away, she quickly sneaked into the front room, stretched out her trembling hand, and held the jade basin. It's just a quiet exposure, and it will definitely not be discovered.

"Rainy!"

This mushroom seemed to know that he was in bad luck, and the entire hat shrank and almost stuck to the pole.

"Always hold it back, let it be broken!" She chuckled, holding it up, and twisting her body delicately, "Little Mushroom, I'll take you to bask in the sun!"

When I turned around, I saw the shadow pocket under the hood.

She almost hit him.

"Tao, Tao, Taoist..."

He smiled softly and looked down at her.

"What I say is the law." He said unhurriedly, "Don't step into the main house, violate the order, be punishable. Why not take it to heart."

There was no wave in his tone, as if he was chanting a very boring word carved on a stone tablet.

As soon as the wide sleeves moved, the mushroom fell back into his palm.

"Daojun!" Her face faded, her heartbeat stagnated.

He turned around and calmly put the mushroom back in place.

"Rainy!" It unfurled its fungus cap triumphantly.

The terrible instinct grabbed the woman's heart. Without thinking about it, she suddenly removed the veil from her body, revealing her jade-like body, and whispered: "Daojun, forgive me! Slaves can do anything, anything! Slaves! The body is meticulous..."

He glanced back and glanced at her.

It's like looking at a piece of lifeless wood.

In the next instant, the person with his clothes disappeared into the flames.

For a while, Yuliyuan was quiet like a mound.

Xie Wujuan kept his eyes on his face, when there was a floating tuzi, asking him to clean the entire courtyard carefully without leaving a slight smell.

Tangtang moved his chubby body in melancholy on the right, and began the sweeping work.

Soon, he discovered that there was no one in this courtyard.

After cleaning the courtyard, the clever Futuzi put his fat hands in front of Xie Wuwang and smiled his face into a round gold ingot.

"Daojun, what else do you want to order your subordinates to do?"

Xie Wuwang glanced at him indifferently: "Don't be troublesome, run to Qingcheng Mountain and say something that shouldn't be said."

Futuzi immediately persuaded him: "Daojun, the subordinates feel that it is time to take his wife back. Without the wife, this yard is not alive! Besides, the wife is injured, but she can't stand the toss of relocating. Ah. Daojun and his wife have a deep affection, and they are awkward with people and things for those sons. It's not worth it!"

Xie Wuwang faintly clicked, and his voice floated lightly, as cold as the moonlight: "The little things that have been raised with jade pear wood for three hundred years are all pickled and delicious. It is a pity to discard them. There is no empathy."

"Yes, yes, did the subordinate set off for Qingcheng Mountain?"

"What's the hurry." Xie Wuzuo's eyes were cold.

After a short pause, he said slowly, "I'll go tomorrow."

"…Ai!"

The author has something to say:

The male protagonist is not white, he is a solo dog.

Slowly teach the dog to be a man.

This session of the hostess is really too difficult to bring.