On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

At this moment, it seems like the old days reappear.

She is angry.

But he has important things that must be done immediately.

Meng. That family.

Since that day, Meng Han was defeated and fled, and there has been no news.

The sheepskin map rustled in his sleeve, constantly reminding Xie Wuwang that he must personally catch the rebellious servant, so that he regretted being born in this world.

This is the most serious betrayal Xie Wuwang has encountered in his life.

That thing stuck in his flesh and blood, not painful, but like an old thorn in the palm of his palm, unpleasant.

Moreover, since there is already a rumors of "that clan" in the world, will it be far from the day when the remnants of the last royal clan of that clan reveal his identity?

A cold smile appeared in Xie Wuwang's eyes.

He knew he should go.

But Ning Qingqing was leaving him step by step.

She wasn't having a temper, he knew her very well and knew her subtle body language well.

He clearly knew that she didn't need him to coax at the moment. If he is willing to let go, she will definitely walk out of his world step by step like this and never come back.

The heart fell without falling to the ground.

It was him who personally pushed her away.

He had never thought about the harm that cold treatment would bring to her before.

He only knew that if she was cold for a while, she would figure it out for herself, as if nothing had happened.

But now he knows that if anything is done, there will be traces left.

Three feet of freezing is not a day's cold.

She gradually strengthened her face and laughed and became concerned about gains and losses, because he left too many wounds in her heart.

She used her life to teach him how to be a good husband.

If it were him at this moment, he met a gentle and harmless little girl he liked, he would be able to easily give her peace and joy for the rest of her life, and she would be a hundred times more happy and satisfied than any other woman in the world.

It's a pity that time cannot go back.

His Ah Qing can't go back. He lost the Ah Qing who would rather die than hurt him, and only left a disaster for himself.

Let yourself fall into a dilemma like today.

She returned to the main room, a slender and soft figure floating by the window.

He didn't want to think about what she was doing.

Are you packing up and leaving?

If she wants to leave, how should he keep her? Still imprisoning her like before?

He suddenly froze.

"Crack—Squeak—"

Ning Qingqing moved a large deck chair out of the main house.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed on the recliner.

The four legs of the chair bumped over the threshold and dragged across the corridor. After a few wooden noises, the chair fell into the courtyard.

She lay down lazily, released mycelium into the soil to absorb nutrients, then spread a large paper on her leg, pinched the pen, and drew the large wooden table in memory with strokes.

Xie Wuwang didn't know when to walk next to her.

She ignored him, gnawing at the penholder from time to time, recalling the shape of each piece of wood in detail.

"A Qing..." He whispered, and then dropped a big hand on her shoulder.

With a little temptation.

She waved her hand impatiently and motioned him not to make a sound. He squeezed her wrist to make her angry. At the moment, the wrist no longer hurts, so she naturally left the incident behind her. Mushrooms are not scrupulous creatures, and don't take such trifles of sesame to heart.

What she worries about is the thing about her retrieving her memories and emotions.

The big wooden platform is probably the key to open that door.

He remained silent, his palms tightened slightly, and there was still no reaction to seeing her.

His eyes fell on her hand.

Her hands are white and small, and her fingers are long and thin, as soft as boneless.

Hold it in the palm of your hand, like a warm cloud.

She rolled her sleeves casually, revealing slender arms and protruding wrist bones. The bones are small in shape and very beautiful.

She painted very neatly and soon took shape.

Xie Wuwang looked down at this outline, his expression narrowed, and his thin lips tightened.

After a while, he walked away quietly, took out the sound transmission mirror and ordered a few words, then returned to her, watching her painting in silence.

She painted very carefully, every piece of wood is where it should be. After a few strokes, a lifelike wooden table appeared on the paper.

She really likes the big wooden platform. Unlike him, he can forget about the ruined wooden platform.

Then again, it was not only this wooden platform that she cared about but was forgotten by him over the years.

Ning Qingqing immersed himself in painting.

The scene in my mind fell on the paper bit by bit, and it felt like neat and dense mycelium spread out like a tide. Soon, a very rhythmic pattern appeared on the paper.

While painting, while marveling at his painting skills.

Mushrooms are really little geniuses in nature.

When I made the final stroke, I was quite reluctant. She closed her pen, and was about to get up with the painting, only to find Xie Wuwang was sticking beside her like a wooden stake.

He casually retracted his big hand on her shoulder, and curled his lips: "Bring the wooden table to life."

Ning Qingqing immediately became excited. This compliment, but scratched to the itch.

She bowed her eyebrows, looked down at the painting and then again.

After a long while, he reduced his expression, glanced at him, and asked lukewarmly: "What are you doing here?"

A glance at her expression revealed that she had settled accounts after the autumn.

He flattened and almost raised the corners of his lips, and said in a serious manner: "Naturally, it is planted by your side to protect you from the wind."

Ning Qingqing's eyes rolled around, and his gaze fell on his face again.

Such a nice look of a mushroom, and the way she speaks seriously, really makes her angry.

Planted here to protect her from the wind. He knows very well how to use his strengths to build close relationships.

It's because she doesn't know other talking mushrooms.

She pursed her lips: "In order to plant you, I broke two myceliums."

"Pay." He narrowed his eyes very angrily.

He raised his hand and rubbed her head very naturally. Before she could respond, he let go and backed away: "I will pay you a big wooden platform first."

"Um?"

She blinked, her expression blank.

"Be careful, madam!" A hearty voice came from the top of the courtyard.

Ning Qingqing looked up, and saw that the Futuzi was carrying the timber bundled into a triangular hill from the sky, and fell into the middle of the courtyard with a bang.

It was when she was painting that Xie Wuwang asked people to pick up the wood.

"Mr. Dao, the subordinates really can't do anything about it, otherwise, how many skilled craftsmen will be brought back for you?" Futuzi smiled flatteringly.

Ning Qingqing sighed irresponsibly: "Futuzi, we are the leader of the right way, we must pay attention to our image."

Xie Wuzuo smiled and waved his hand, causing the fat man who didn't spit out ivory to retreat.

She blinked her eyes and asked solemnly: "Then we will arrest people at night?"

Xie Wuwang: "..."

He carried her onto the porch chair.

"Look at it." His voice was lower, with a smile, as if it were real.

He sacrificed the dragon's Yao and swept his body long, and saw his afterimages everywhere on Mushan, but after a dozen breaths, the courtyard was neatly filled with even boards.

Ning Qingqing: "..."

He strode towards her, peeked at her long arm, and hooked her up.

He sternly said: "In order to avoid mistakes and omissions, you need to build according to A Qing's drawings. You come to supervise the work."

Without waiting for her to recover, he had grabbed a wooden board, took her up, and landed behind the house.

During the movement, the cold fragrance on his body fell to her in his arms.

She always feels something is wrong.

He put his hands in the plank very neatly, tilted his head, and slightly condensed his eyebrows: "A Qing, concentrate."

"…Oh."