Fairy, I really am a villain!

Seeing this, Xiaodie felt a sudden pain in her nose and ran away in panic, "I, I'll go find the lady!"

~~

She ran out of the room, her eyes slightly red.

Half I was happy for the young lady's good taste, and half I felt sad for myself.

During these few months, Xiaodie still belongs to herself; after a few months, she will belong to the dandy young man whom she has never met.

Rather than saying that she was conservative, it would be more accurate to say that she was afraid that her lowly self would defile the young master.

After running a few steps, she ran into Wang Ningzhu, who had changed into new men's clothes. The latter pulled her back with a concerned look on his face, "Xiaodie, how is he?"

Hearing this, Xiaodie smiled inexplicably and lowered her head, "Mr. Fang is really a good person. Miss is very lucky."

"What are you talking about? It's as if I have anything to do with him." Wang Ningzhu deliberately put on a stern face to scare her, but joy still showed on his brows.

"The young master is wiping his body, and it seems like he is struggling. Miss, please go and help him."

Xiaodie carefully hid the disappointment in her words and urged him again and again.

"I won't help him. The person who helped him back was my brother, and the one who is taking care of him now is also my brother. What does it have to do with me, Wang Ningzhu..." After saying that, she hurried to the guest room.

Seeing the undisguised brisk steps, Xiaodie also became happy;

At this point, she could finally wish the young lady a happy bless and accept her own "death" peacefully.

"There are still a few months left, that's great."

Chapter 281 Ningzhu and Mingyue

Wang Ningzhu hurried to the door of the guest room and hesitated again.

She looked around, took a few deep breaths, then put on a normal look and stretched out her hand to push forward.

The door opens and closes.

Not long after, several screams were heard from inside.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Fang Xiwen, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, groaned and kept asking them to stop.

Long after Xiaodie left, he moved to the bedside and planned to apply some medicine first;

But not long after, Wang Ningzhu came and seemed very enthusiastic. He also said that he was an expert. He let him do it with half belief and half doubt. As a result, just the bandage made him scream in pain.

"Sorry, sorry, I, I'm a little nervous..." Wang Ningzhu moved a stool and sat beside the bed, and quickly let go of her hand, feeling a little ashamed, "Did I hurt you?"

“It’s a bit…”

Looking at the broken bandage, Fang Xiwen couldn't help but sigh.

He had never seen a girl with such clumsy hands and feet. Among the people he knew, there were those who could not do housework or embroidery, and there were also those who could not even remember what to eat except practicing sword, but none of them was as exaggerated as Wang Ningzhu.

"I'll do it myself. Hiss—"

Seeing that his movements were restricted, Wang Ningzhu wanted to reach out to help, but pulled his hand back halfway, rubbing his feet on the ground unnaturally, looking a little embarrassed.

Then Fang Xiwen accidentally dropped the bandage to the ground. She had to reapply the medicine.

"I'll give you a new one." Wang Ningzhu handed over another one and blinked.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen felt slightly amused, yet somewhat helpless, "If she were..."

Time and again, he couldn't help but miss the Saint.

Although Jiang Xingchu appears to be tough and overbearing, she is actually very skillful. If she were here, she wouldn't have to suffer this kind of torture.

But they are clearly here to help with good intentions, how can I think like this... With this thought in mind, Fang Xiwen forced a smile, "I can do the rest myself, no need to trouble you anymore, young lady."

Glancing at his expression, Wang Ningzhu felt a little hurt and silently stepped aside but did not leave; this was because she was afraid that he might accidentally fall down. After all, there were not many servants in the palace and they might not be able to hear her call for help.

The room fell into an unspeakable silence.

Thinking that he couldn't start the conversation, Wang Ningzhu hesitated for a while and said, "Sir, who were you thinking about just now?"

"...What?"

"Is she your confidante? I've seen her on the stage before, the girl from the Mingyue Sword Sect."

This sudden question made Fang Xiwen freeze in his action of wrapping the bandage.

He looked over and found that Wang Ningzhu was staring at him intently. He immediately understood: Miss Wang must have been holding this question in her heart for a long time, and it is even possible that she wanted to ask it when they met again.

"this..."

Obviously, she wanted him to relax a little, but seeing this hesitant expression, Wang Ningzhu was a little angry and couldn't help but said, "What's so difficult about it, young master?

Yes, yes, no, no. Are you considering my feelings? What is the connection between you and me?"

These words were quite harsh, and Wang Ningzhu regretted them as soon as they came out, but she still wanted to see his reaction.

"I'm thinking about someone else." Fang Xiwen nodded.

Seeing this, Wang Ningzhu seemed to be deflated. He turned his head away and laughed at himself, "If she were here, you wouldn't have to suffer like this. Ningzhu is really useless."

The living person in front of me cannot compare to the bright moon far away in the sky.

"No, you are different from them..." Fang Xiwen blurted out, but it touched the wound and he frowned.

He felt a little disgusted with himself. He had actually let this girl become so fussy because of love affairs... She was totally unlike her original self. This was not what Fang Xiwen wanted.

Seeing this resolute denial, Wang Ningzhu's body froze; her expression turned cold, she leaned against the door with her arms folded, and shook her head: "Yes, it is indeed different."

She is a troubled daughter of an aristocratic family, who is engaged. She is clumsy, unfeminine, and has no understanding of romance. She is only keen on wielding a spear or a stick.

Even so, Wang Ningzhu would not lower herself to please others, such as Song Qin; but at least, she hoped that she could get the recognition of her lover...

She lowered her eyelids silently and said no more.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen didn't even care about his injuries, threw away the bandage, and said anxiously: "You misunderstood, I mean you shouldn't worry about these things... The Wang Ningzhu I know is the female general with a spear and silver armor... She is the tyrant sword who acts decisively and intimidates all directions, not these love and affection..."

After opening his eyes and seeing how difficult his condition was, Wang Ningzhu felt distressed again, and his expression softened: "Okay, don't say anything more."

"There's no need to compare yourself with anyone. No matter what you look like, I..." The voice stopped abruptly, and Fang Xiwen was about to fall down.

Seeing this, Wang Ningzhu stepped to the bedside, stretched out his arms, hugged him, and slowly put his body down.

As the true energy penetrated into him again, I found that he was already at the end of his strength and was just holding on.

He was no match for Ling Xiao Wuji in the first place. He must have used some secret techniques and overdrawn his potential...but why did he still have to hold on even after he got home?

After laying Fang Xiwen flat on the bed, Wang Ningzhu picked up some medicine with his fingers and gently applied it.

Then, she understood.

"At first, he didn't want to embarrass Xiaodie, but when he saw me coming in, he felt that he couldn't let me down... This idiot..."

Looking at the face with closed eyes, Wang Ningzhu didn't look away for a long time, lost in thought as he recalled his words.

In fact, she knew Fang Xiwen had a crush on her, and his philandering nature had been exposed on stage long ago; he was the kind of person who could still say "I want it all" in such a desperate situation...

This guy is too greedy...Wang Ningzhu knows that he is not perfect, and also knows that some things are just his wishful thinking.

"But after all, what right do I have to be angry?"

Shaking her head, she smiled with relief, then took a bowl of medicine from Xiaodie outside the door, calmed down, and fed him one spoonful at a time.

~~

Something warm and shiny rested on my face.

Fang Xiwen put his hand out to block it, then subconsciously opened his eyes and was stunned; he saw a beautiful painting.

The sunlight came in through the windowsill and shone on the handsome and heroic faces.

Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail and thrown back. The woman's head was tossed back and forth like she was fishing, and her eyelashes were trembling like fans. She sat on a chair, her long legs crossed, and she was swaying with an embroidered shoe on her pearly toes.

'This guy watched over me all night...' He understood and felt touched.

Just as I quietly sat up, I heard a snap.

The embroidered shoe fell to the ground. Wang Ningzhu sensed something and opened her eyes. When their eyes met, they were both stunned.

Their eyes reflected each other's defenseless look, and they were both distracted, then they couldn't help laughing.

"I was too arbitrary yesterday," Fang Xiwen looked at the bandages on her body and blinked, "Miss Wang is still a bit thoughtful."

"What's the point of just saying nice things?" Wang Ningzhu stretched out his body, showing off his proud curves, and reached out to knock on his bed. "I stayed with you all night, how are you going to repay me?"

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen looked inward and found that in just one night, although his injuries were not light, they had recovered a lot and no longer affected minor exercises.

Then, he had an idea and smiled: "How about I do something I'm good at to repay the girl?"

"What's the matter?" Wang Ningzhu became interested.

"It will be kept secret for now."

Chapter 282 Xiaodie's Mother

The courtyard is filled with sunshine, and swallows are chirping under the eaves.

Fang Xiwen walked into the yard and stretched. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Xiaodie bending over in front of him, watering the flowers with a kettle in her slender hands.

The girl was so focused on what she was doing that she didn't even pay attention to the footsteps. After a while, she straightened up, smoothed her hair, and smiled at him: "Good morning, sir. How did you sleep last night?"

Her voice was cheerful, with a brisk rise at the end of her words.

"Very well, your young lady has been guarding me all night."

"That means the young lady cares about you, you must remember it and never forget it." Xiaodie smiled and narrowed her eyes, then turned and warned solemnly.

He nodded, and was about to walk over, but he stopped when he remembered something and pointed: "What kind of flower is this? It smells pretty good."

"The nine-petal magnolia is white with a hint of green, has a fragrance similar to orchid, and is also very easy to take care of."

After chatting for a while, Fang Xiwen got to the point: "Miss Xiaodie, where is the kitchen in this mansion?"

"Are you hungry, sir?" Xiaodie put the kettle on her arm and bowed. "Breakfast is ready. I'll bring it to you right away."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Fang Xiwen quickly stopped her and said something; Xiaodie had some suspicion in her eyes, and then she covered her mouth and laughed, "This is the first time I've heard of such a request, so please follow me, sir."

"You don't believe it?"