My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

It wasn't until his mind calmed down that Xiao Lai remembered something.

There is nothing the King cannot give to Miss Yan. But although Miss Yan said she liked this wreath, the king had never given it to her...

Inside the house, gauze curtains drooped.

Just now, Xiao Lai had stuffed a lot of pills like feeding a chicken, and now his mouth was filled with bitterness. Yan Conling honestly stretched out his hand and asked his second senior brother to check his pulse.

"Injury upon injury."

Yue Lingheng frowned and put his sleeves back for her, "You'd better have a good rest these days. Che'er and I will help take over the matters at hand."

This junior sister of his has a heart disease for which there is no cure.

The uncle tied a Qingxin Bell on her just to prevent her from being discovered immediately if something went wrong in her practice.

Her symptoms have not been relieved over the years, but in the past year, the nightmares seem to be less frequent, and her sleep has become much more peaceful...

"Senior brother, I'm not that fragile." Yan Conling waved her hands indifferently, "The Seventh Prince only agreed to give me a monthly salary increase. It would be wrong for me to take sick leave now."

The most important thing is that she can't stay idle at all.

If she was idle for too long, she would easily become anxious and worried about whether the evil spirits would come out from somewhere.

It's not that Yan Conling loves working, it's just that this line of work happens to be her fault. Indirectly create a diligent worker.

But this time, Yue Lingheng didn't listen to her.

He didn't say any nonsense, stood up, patted the wrinkled corners of his clothes, and said only one word.

"rest."

At this time, it’s dad.

The resistance was ineffective and Yan Conling was forced to go on strike.

Worried that she would suffer from physical problems if she was idle for too long, Yue Lingheng thought for a while and added thoughtfully, "Spring has begun, and the medicinal field in the backyard is still deserted. If nothing is wrong, you can bring a hoe and dig through it."

Yan Conling:...

It was impossible to hoe the ground, but the mausoleum still had to go.

One month is neither long nor short. Yue Lingheng had always taken good care of his fellow disciples, and now while he was recuperating, he took a pulse every day, and the bowl of soup he filled was bigger than his face.

Moreover, he had to watch her drink until she saw the bottom of the bowl before leaving.

Soon, Yan Conling couldn't bear it anymore.

She has never been so eager to go to Lingcheng, but she doesn't dare to wield a sword anymore. I was afraid that after a round trip, if the injury became serious, the tonic would have to be packed in a bucket.

What can cure her is not necessarily Li Zhendao or those rules.

But Yue Lingheng can definitely do it.

It's rainy in early spring, and the grass and trees are new and green. Yan Conling honestly found a carriage and spent several days arriving at Lingcheng.

The temperature in the south is warmer than that in Dijing, but there is more rain and the roads are wet and muddy. She bought an oil-paper umbrella painted with red plums from an old woman who ran a stall under the eaves.

I saw fried, browned and crispy spring rolls next to them, so I bought some too.

The spring rolls have just come out of the pan, and even though they are wrapped in oil paper, you can feel the heat when you hold them in front of your clothes.

When we arrived, it was quiet.

Putting away her umbrella, Yan Conling stood at the door and shouted, "Lou Qixue?"

There was no response.

In the past, as long as she shouted, the snow-white little fox would always run towards her happily, wagging its tail like a puppy.

After waiting for a moment, Yan Conngling walked in.

The house was kept clean and tidy, just like it was when the two of them lived together. As a white-furred fox, Lou Qixue is somewhat mysophobic.

"Lou Qixue?" He called again, but still no one responded.

The footsteps stopped in place, and Yan Conngling didn't look inside anymore.

The fox demon's hearing is very sensitive, even if it is degraded to the point where it cannot speak. She shouted twice in a row. The room was not big, so it was designed to be heard.

But now there is nothing, it can only mean one thing——

he left.

Yan Conling shook off the raindrops on the umbrella, not much surprised.

The nine-tailed demon fox has nine lives, but no matter how many lives he has, killing him once is an indisputable fact.

What's more, who in this world would think that he has too many lives?

If he was angry and left because of this, from her point of view, it was perfectly normal.

The spring rolls in her arms were still warm, so Yan Conling walked to the window and pulled out the half-written diary from under the table.

It's a pity that there is only the last stage left that I haven't had time to observe and record.

There is also the residual poison on her body... She hasn't had another attack for such a long time since the last time the Huo family came back, and I don't know if it has been cleaned up.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to cast a positioning spell into the little fox's body in advance.

Putting the spring rolls aside for the time being, she was about to sense and see where Lou Qixue had gone. But just as he stretched out his hand, he thought of the second senior brother's bowl of tonic soup that was bigger than his face. His forehead twitched, but he still put his hand down.

There is ample time.

It's not too late to wait until the injury is healed.

The sky was dark, dark clouds were looming overhead, and another heavy rain was about to begin. Yan Conling closed the window and planned to stay here for a few days to escape.

Turn on the lamp and unfold the book. She was just trying to see if there was anything she needed to add to what she had memorized earlier. Suddenly, the lamp flickered, and a tall figure was dimly reflected on the screen window.

Yan Conling stretched out her hand to push the window open, "Qi Xue?"

The moment she saw the figure clearly, she was startled. The spring rain was falling, not heavy but dense, and it still wet his hair and clothes.

The man's hair tie was loose and his clothes clung to his body in a semi-transparent manner. The white robe and black hair are in sharp contrast, making her look cold and enchanting. He lowered his head, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the cinnabar mole under his eyes suddenly seemed to come alive, fascinating.

I didn't expect that he would come back. After being stunned for a moment, Yan Conling finally came to his senses.

"It's still raining outside, come in quickly."

It would be better to be able to transform into a human form, so that it would be easier to release the mausoleum city. Although it is not clear what he is thinking now after losing his life...

It’s not like he wants to come back for revenge.

He was on guard in his heart, but as soon as he stretched out his hand to grab the person, Yan Conling shivered from the heat. He subconsciously thought of the spring roll... He let go and wanted to retreat, but his wrist tightened and was firmly held back.

He finally raised his head, breathing rapidly, his whole face was covered with an abnormal blush, and the peach and plum became more and more beautiful, which was hard to compete with.

The eyes were dimly tinged with blur, like the soft spring rain outside, staring at her body inexplicably making her feel weak inch by inch.

Lou Qixue climbed in from the window and pressed her against the desk.

The sound of rain seemed to be getting louder.

The breath was similar, and the hem of the other's skirt was wetted by the other party's clothes. Yan Conling became more and more vigilant. He still held the writing brush in his hand, and the ink bead at the end was hanging dangerously, trying not to drop it.

"Are you sick and have a fever?"

After the hurt, she would be considerate and say a few words.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, Lou Qixue did not answer the question, but stretched out his knuckled hand and reached past her to flip through the diary.

The girl was stunned, "You remember it all?"