Heaven's Beloved took the adoption manual of the sick apprentice

Chapter 158 Change the flower pot
The night wind stirred the gauze, and the two people entangled among the pavilions could be vaguely seen.

Ignoring the daggers lying between the two, it was a bit ambiguous.

The dark fragrance floats, and the sparse shadows slant horizontally.

Only the cicadas chirping on the branches were extremely harsh and unintelligible.

Zhong Liqing stared at Bo Cang closely and held his hand tightly. The lines of the dagger were slightly irritating.

Bo Cang stared blankly at her clear and tired eyes, gradually moving to her reddish and tight lips.

This mouth had shouted his name with joy when he was a child, and then it mercilessly pierced his heart with words like sharp knives.

She also kissed his chest, and said love words to him in a daze that he never believed.

Zhong Liqing suddenly hugged Bo Cang's neck and was about to kiss his lips. The faint fragrance of her body lingered on Bo Cang's nose first.

Bo Cang suddenly woke up, and his stiff body reluctantly took a step back. Zhong Liqing's feet were unsteady, and the corner of his lips was on his chin, across his neck, and his chin hit the crook of his neck.

The pain made him tremble slightly.

Zhong Liqing took advantage of the chaos and grabbed Bo Cang's waist and hugged him.

She buried her face in his neck and couldn't help but chuckle.

Surprisingly, Bo Cang didn't push her away. Hearing Zhong Liqing's long-lost laughter, he felt a little sad in his heart.

Before her raised hand landed on Zhong Liqing's waist, she heard her cold words: "Bai Cang, you want to kill me, do it now, I will never stop you."

Bai Cang felt a suffocation in his heart, pushed Zhong Liqing away, broke free from her restraint, and dropped the dagger in his hand to the ground.

Zhong Liqing still had a smile on his brows and eyes. He looked completely different from the calm and gloomy look of the past, with a little frivolity and alienation.

Bo Cang couldn't tell what was different about Zhongli Qing. It was probably that her eyes were a little reddish, making her look a little fragile, or that her hair was a little messy, making her more vivid.

Zhong Liqing raised his hand and lazily twirled the hair in front of his forehead and tucked it behind his ears, "What are you afraid of? Aren't you always trying to kill me?"

Bo Cang pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zhong Liqing had no intention of answering Bo Cang. She bent down, picked up the dagger, put it into her arms, turned her back to Bo Cang and said, "Pack your things tonight, and I will ask you to take you out of the palace tomorrow."

After saying this, Zhong Liqing stopped staying and turned around to leave.

Baicang followed her out of the gauze and was now on the waterside pavilion at the edge of the pavilion, watching her retreating back.

Shaped pins stand.

I don't know when she has been so thin and thin. The thin red clothes were lifted by the wind, and she seemed weightless.

Fragile, thin.

So what’s the point of sitting on the throne?

Countless living lives were buried with them, and they walked up to the peak with their bones, but in the end they were too cold and became haggard day by day.

Baicang returned to the palace and looked at the gorgeous palace and the treasures given everywhere, but he didn't want to take away any of them.

The only thing I wanted to take away had been smashed to pieces, and I was afraid that not even a bit of it would be left behind by the wind.

Zhong Liqing returned to the palace, Ran Ye followed her.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to send His Highness and His Highness away?"

"Your Majesty, Your Highness is your only heir..."

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing Zhongliqing's body suddenly softening, Ranye quickly supported her, only to see Zhongliqing fainted.

Ran Ye picked up Zhong Liqing and immediately ran to the palace.

"Please call the imperial physician!"

……

Jiang Yu returned to Jiang Mansion. Before he returned to the courtyard, he saw a familiar figure standing under the peach tree.

Jiang Yu slowed down and walked to the tree.

The man turned around when he heard the noise, and Jiang Yu was stunned on the spot for a moment.

"Jiang Yuwei!"

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

The scattered peach petals slid past the eyes. Looking again, the man's face was clearly Xuanzhi.

"What is Jiang Yuwei?" Xuanzhi said with a smile, grinning, revealing two small canine teeth, coupled with his own tall body, he was a bit naive.

Jiang Yu shook his head and looked at the man carefully. There was nothing similar to Jiang Yuwei, whether it was body shape or appearance.

Could it be that she is blinded.

A few days ago, Jiang Maywei left some clues, which made her unconsciously too jittery.

Jiang Yu frowned.

Xuanzhi held the flowerpot, freed up a hand and placed it between Jiang Yu's brows, "Sister, don't frown."

With a slightly cool touch and a fatal frown between his eyebrows, Jiang Yu pushed Xuanzhi away with his hands faster than his heart.

"what!"

Xuanzhi held the flowerpot in his arms, staggered a few steps, tripped over the stone bench behind him, and the flowerpot fell out of his hand.

It fell to the ground with a "bang", and the newly replaced green porcelain flower pot broke into several petals, and the soft soil rushed out from the broken mouth.

Xuanzhi fell to the ground and stared blankly at the scattered flower pots. He didn't get up for a long time.

Jiang Yu was stunned
She felt that she didn't use much strength to end up in this situation.

She pursed her lips tightly, not feeling much pity in her heart, only feeling a little troubled.

For a moment, Xuanzhi was still sitting on the ground with her head lowered. She vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but she didn't care.
Turn away.

Xuanzhi slowly raised his head as he listened to Jiang Yu's footsteps gradually disappearing, his expression was not sad, but his eyes looked puzzled as he watched Jiang Yu leave.

Jiang Yu was obviously at fault in this matter, so how could she comfort him and leave.

Xuanzhi's eyes darkened, and it seemed that he had to change his approach.

Jiang Yu rummaged in the warehouse for a while, found a beautiful celadon flowerpot, and carried it back to the courtyard.

Seeing the young man who was still sitting there, he bent down and placed the flower pot in front of him, "The new one is even more beautiful than the previous one. Give Muke a new pot."

Xuanzhi didn't move.

Jiang Yu had no choice but to use his spiritual power to pick up the loose soil and move the buds inside into a new flowerpot.

When everything returned to normal, she knelt down and saw the little fool with tears on his face.

For a moment, she wondered if this fool was really someone else?Was her suspicion wrong?
"Okay, don't cry anymore. Muke has been picked up and put away. Look at this basin. Is it more beautiful than the one you had before?" He took out a white handkerchief and wiped it on his face casually, comforting him perfunctorily. .

Then he threw away the white handkerchief, picked up the flowerpot beside him and stuffed it into Xuanzhi's arms, "Don't cry, this celadon flowerpot looks better when you hold it."

The little fool's face turned red after being rubbed by Jiang Yu, and he asked confusedly: "Really?"

"Of course, I picked this one myself, isn't it good-looking?" Someone's slightly menacing gaze, like a dagger resting on Xuanzhi's neck, made Xuanzhi feel that his neck was chilling.

Xuanzhi stared at the flower pot for a while, then raised his head and smiled through his tears, "It looks good."

Jiang Yu stood up and said, "It's fine if it looks good. Then you can go back."

Xuanzhi nodded a little confused and ran away happily holding the flower pot.

Jiang Yu: "..."

So, what is he doing here at night?
Outside the courtyard wall, Xuanzhi put away the flowerpot in his hand, his face gloomy, and he looked back at Qingyu Courtyard with burning eyes.

Jiang Yu came back faster than he wanted, and almost exposed his secret.

Jiang Yu returned to the room, closed the door tightly, and stood by the door to investigate. He found nothing strange and was relieved.

I hope she is overthinking.

　Help, I feel like I have finally erased the edges of my writing now. Hehehehe...

　　
　
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