Chapter 64 Chapter 64
Ling Fuying came out of Ling Zhouci's room, entered his own bedroom, closed the door, and did not notice the tall figure hidden in the shadows.
Everything that just happened stayed in her mind for only a moment, without causing any waves.
When facing Lingzhouci and Xuanmin, her mood was completely different.
After all, she did have ill intentions towards Xuan Min, but a gentleman judges actions, not intentions.
This should be human nature, right?
Let Fu Ying convince himself.
Everything returned to silence. Fu Ying simply washed his hands stained with Ling Zhouci's blood and lay down to rest.
Across the door, Xuan Min's figure emerged from the shadows obscured by the moonlight. It was unknown when he had been standing there.
He slowly turned his eyes and looked towards Ling Zhouci's door.
Xuan Min has a clear understanding of his own identity. He is a monk, so Fu Ying has never behaved inappropriately towards him. Instead, it is he who...
He took somewhat stiff steps and returned to his room.
The two did not see each other for several days until the flying boat arrived at the Continent Lord's Mansion.
During this time, Ling Zhouci remained silent and did not let Ling Fuying go out for tea. The three of them fell into a strange silence.
The three of them finally met on the day the flying boat landed. When Ling Zhouci saw Ling Fuying, a wave of heat appeared on her sickly face.
He covered his lips with a handkerchief and coughed, then asked hoarsely, "How long do you plan to stay here?"
Ling Fuying shook his head, "I don't know either."
Sitting in a wheelchair, he needed to look up at Ling Fuying, paying attention to her expression, but she seemed to have completely forgotten what happened that night.
The heat on Ling Zhouci's face gradually dissipated.
After getting off the flying boat, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Fu Ying walked to the right side of Ling Zhouci, while Xuan Min was on the left side of Ling Zhouci.
Ling Fuying took a special look at Ling Zhouci's forehead. It had recovered as before without any scars. His body was too weak and it would be dangerous for him to be alone.
"Donor." Xuan Min looked at Ling Fuying.
Although Ling Zhouci was between the two of them, he was sitting in a wheelchair, so Xuan Min could still look at Ling Fuying without any obstruction.
She looked over when she heard the voice. Compared to the beginning, she had gradually adapted to it. As long as she didn't think about it deliberately, she wouldn't be too embarrassed. Now she was calmer when she saw Xuan Min.
I waited for Xuan Min to speak, but he suddenly stopped talking.
Silence spread.
The flying boat docked at the Continent Lord's Mansion. The Continent Lord's Mansion is located in the core of Daluo Continent and is also the center of the entire area. It is not too cold and one can still see green trees, flowers and willows, as well as exquisite ice sculptures. Ice lanterns are hung everywhere. The entire Continent Lord's Mansion is like an ice and snow garden, but it is still not as prosperous and wealthy as it was a hundred years ago.
It is even more incomparable to the complex and diverse lake and mountain scenery and towering buildings of the Three Thousand Realms and Zheyuan Palace.
After landing, Ling Zhouci was at a loss as to how to introduce Ling Fuying. After all, she was once the wife of Yuchi Xianyue, although his father had never seen her.
He simply didn't say much to his father. He was busy today and had no time to come, so Ling Zhouci took care of the arrangements himself.
After much deliberation, Yufeng took the initiative to speak: "Miss Ling, you are unfamiliar with the place, so it would be better for you to live closer to the young master."
He looked at Ling Zhouci again, "Young Master, what do you think?"
He nodded.
"I'm fine with anything. I'll follow your arrangements." After all, she was a guest.
Ling Zhouci spoke a little awkwardly, "Why don't you live in my courtyard? I like quietness, and there are few people coming to my house, so I won't disturb you two."
Ling Fuying and Xuanmin had no objection.
It was already late at this time, and everyone went back to their rooms.
The compound where Lingzhouci lived was very large, with only him and some servants serving him. There were many vacant houses, so Fuying and Xuanmin lived not far away and could see each other every time they looked up or down.
When returning to the house, Fu Ying and Xuan Min walked together, but they did not speak to each other. However, Fu Ying could feel Xuan Min's gaze on her.
Ling Fuying casually said to him, "Go in first," and then he didn't stay any longer and went into the house and closed the door.
Xuan Min rarely has overly intense emotions and maintains a calm and indifferent attitude towards everything. He has never met anyone who can shake his state of mind.
Even when he had such contact with Ling Fuying in the cat demon cave and had those uncontrollable dreams, he was able to comfort himself and regain his composure. But now, it seemed as if a heavy depression was growing in his heart bit by bit.
He hid the darkness in his eyes and turned away.
The night was quiet and ordinary. Ling Fuying took out the photo stone and looked at it carefully, but it was still pitch black. In this case, either something was completely covering it and blocking the light, or the photo stone was damaged.
I just don't know whether it was accidentally affected by the war or was damaged intentionally.
Chen Fuxue also never contacted her.
Ling Fuying didn't think about anything else. After training, he practiced the art of making talismans to prepare for going to Wulan City.
The next day, after she went out, she intended to take a look around the Continent Lord's Mansion. It would be even better if she could find out some news about Ulan City.
Ling Fuying was considered to have gotten up late, but Xuan Min would get up early no matter where he was. Since there was no need to chop wood or fetch water here, he practiced martial arts in the yard.
As soon as she went out, she saw Xuan Min exercising. It was normal for him to maintain such a physique. He was wearing a thin dark gray monk's robe. The fabric that was close to his back was soaked with sweat, and his superior muscle lines came into view.
When Ling Fuying went out, he had just finished, his chest heaving slightly, his thin lips slightly open as he gasped.
The amber eyes looking at Ling Fuying were unfathomable.
"Mage."
Ling Fuying greeted him.
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Ling Zhouci's residence. He lived in the deepest part of Xizhu Garden, and needed to pass through a corridor planted with cold-resistant spiritual plants. The spiritual energy emitted by these spiritual plants was beneficial to nourishing Ling Zhouci's body.
Even the location and layout of the Xizhu Garden were carefully considered. Everything was based on Ling Zhouci's health. The exquisite formations everywhere made almost all the spiritual energy in the courtyard gather in Ling Zhouci's residence.
Ling Fuying enjoyed the unique scenery along the way. When she arrived at Lingzhouci Courtyard, she thought, he hasn't gotten up yet?
Without him, it would be inconvenient for her to move around in this huge continent's main mansion where she was unfamiliar with the place.
On the way, he met a cleaning boy and called him to stop him and asked, "Excuse me, is the young master up yet?"
It was time for him to get up. The servant looked towards the pavilion. Usually, the young master would sit in a wheelchair and walk along this corridor after getting up, but he was not seen today.
Knowing that Ling Fuying was the young master's distinguished guest, the servant said, "I don't know either. Why don't you go and take a look, young lady?" Without Ling Zhouci's instructions, he didn't dare to go forward.
Ling Fuying walked to the door and knocked, "Young Master, are you awake?"
But there was no movement.
This made Fu Ying confused.
Inside the house, Ling Zhouci was half asleep and half awake, breathing rapidly. He had a dream about Ling Fuying.
Still on the flying boat, still in that bedroom, Ling Fuying took off his clothes and leaned closer.
Her red lips were so close, and her fragrance was like intoxicating wine. He was immersed in a dream, his body seemed to be struggling, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips kept opening and closing, calling out something, but it was so hazy that he could not hear clearly.
Ling Fuying's flushed face suddenly turned cold as ice, and she cursed, "What are you thinking about me?"
He was frightened awake, and Fu Ying's expression of contempt and disgust for him lingered in his mind.
But it was like a poison that made him addicted, forcing him to follow his instincts.
His temples were swollen and painful, and the dazzling sunlight poured in. Ling Zhouci squinted his eyes, which were wet with water droplets. The brightness stimulated him so much that he could not tell whether it was a dream or reality.
He bit his lips, struggled for a long time, and finally moved his trembling fingers.
But soon he ran out of strength, his arms ached, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.
He was powerless, and half an hour had already passed. This feeling was too uncomfortable. His ears were red as if blood was dripping, and his cheeks were as pale as paper.
When he was giving up on himself, Ling Fuying's voice floated to his ears from outside the door, as if whispering in his ear. His earlobes felt numb, and the unbearable itch burned his sanity.
"Young Master, are you awake?" Ling Fuying didn't feel any guilt for waking up Ling Zhouci.
Her voice was sweet, like biting through the skin of a lychee, and the sweet juice burst out.
Ling Zhouci gritted her teeth and hurriedly covered up the moans in her mouth.
The weak body under the quilt on the bed was shaking constantly, his pupils dilated, as if he was on the verge of death.
Although he bit the quilt hard and tried his best to endure it, Fu Ying still heard a little movement.
Could it be that he was knocked down again?
"Young Master?"
Every time she shouted, Ling Zhouci trembled a little. A white light flashed in her head, followed by darkness. Her curled-up thin body kept rising and falling with her breathing.
This made Fu Ying realize that something was wrong.
He immediately broke into the room and saw the person lying on the bed with the quilt curled up.
He was not completely covered by the brocade quilt, revealing a delicate ankle as white as jade.
A man's feet often have distinct muscles and bones, a distinct sense of meridians and strength, even if they are as pure as snow. Although his body may not be very hairy, the muscles and meridians in his ankles and thighs can be clearly seen.
But Ling Zhou was so kind that she seemed to be able to hold him with one hand. She really wanted to put chains on his ankles and watch him shed tears.
He is a natural canary. If it weren't for his noble status, with his looks and frail body, he would most likely become a plaything of the powerful.
There are men who like his appearance, and there are women who like him, both men and women.
But Ling Fuying doesn't have such a habit, she still prefers something normal.
If she did something to a weak and sickly beauty like Ling Zhouci, she would feel that she was too perverted.
When breaking into the house, Ling Zhouci immediately rolled up the quilt and hid there, not wanting Ling Fuying to see him in that state.
Ling Zhouci has his own pride. He resists with shame but sinks into it soberly.
Ling Fuying had not expected to see such a scene upon entering. She stared at the arched quilt and asked, "Young Master, are you in there?"
He wanted her to leave, but when Ling Zhouci opened her mouth, she found that her voice was hoarse and weak, and her face turned red.
"Are you sick?" Ling Fuying paused. The voice sounded wrong.
"But why are you wrapping yourself in a blanket?"
He looked so disgraceful. Could it be that the person inside was not Ling Zhouci at all, but someone else?
This guess scared her. She slowly moved closer and was about to lift a corner of the quilt, but he held it tightly.
What does Ling Fuying want to do!
Ling Zhouci said in panic, "You go out first."
But she still felt something was wrong.
So she stood still.
He didn't hear any footsteps, but even through the quilt he seemed to be able to sense Ling Fuying's gaze, passing through the barrier and sweeping over him.
In order to make her leave, Ling Zhouci could only tell a shameful lie.
Ling Zhouci would rather tell this lie than let her see him like this.
So he trembled and said, "I have no clothes on. You go out first."
Ah, no clothes on. Ling Zhouci actually has the habit of sleeping naked.
But Ling Fuying still had a trace of doubt.
But after hearing him say the word "Ling Fuying" with gritted teeth, she no longer had any doubts. It was indeed Ling Zhouci's tone.
So Ling Fuying glanced at Ling Zhouci, who might be naked under the quilt, and walked out of the room.
Yufeng, who was holding a bowl of medicine, just saw her come out and looked around the room curiously.
The young master always walks around after getting up, and Yufeng usually brings medicine at this time, but today he was not seen in the corridor or in the places he usually goes in the garden. Then he heard from the servant that the young master did not go out today.
When he returned, he unexpectedly saw Ling Fuying leaving the young master's bedroom.
"Miss Ling, is the young master in the room?"
Ling Fuying nodded.
The young master is still in the house at this time today.
Yufeng was about to knock on the door and go in, but he heard Ling Fuying say, "He said he would be out in a while." He didn't say that he was sleeping naked and was still putting on clothes.
So the two of them waited outside the door.
There was no one in the room, so Ling Zhouci grasped the corner of the quilt and pulled it open. Seeing that there was indeed no sign of her in the room, he relaxed. However, his body could not withstand such intense stimulation for a while. He was about to get up, but his legs and feet were weak and he fell limply on the bed again.
After struggling for a long time, I finally put on my clothes, covered in sweat.
Before going out, Ling Zhouci moved to the dressing table with difficulty. He looked at himself in the glasses, but quickly looked away, not daring to look any longer.
How can he go out in this state?
He forced himself to mobilize his spiritual power and performed a cleansing spell. The sweat on his face was gone, but he couldn't hide his expression, so he could only deliberately dawdle for a while before sitting in the wheelchair and going out.
His complexion had mostly returned to normal, but the feeling in his body had not faded. When he saw Ling Fuying and Yufeng at the door, his sense of shame rose again.
This morning, he was completely unlike himself.
He lowered his eyes and deliberately lowered his head to prevent Ling Fuying from seeing his appearance.
"Young Master, this is today's medicine. Do you want to drink it now or later?" Yu Feng handed over the medicine bowl.
"Wait a moment."
Yufeng took it back.
"Young Master, please take me around." Ling Fuying glanced at him a few times. He seemed a little strange, but it was indeed Ling Zhouci.
"Yufeng, you step back first."
Yufeng left on his own accord.
Ling Zhouci now has little strength left and can't even drive the wheelchair easily. He moves forward very slowly, so Fu Ying has walked dozens of steps away without realizing it. She turned around and found that Ling Zhouci seemed to be unable to do it.
His face was as pale as snow and he couldn't suppress a low cough.
He coughed so much that the corners of his eyes turned red. Suddenly, he stopped and panted, leaning back in his chair. His chest rose and fell, and his drooping eyelashes trembled constantly, looking so fragile that he seemed to be broken at the slightest touch.
This made Fu Ying's heart move.
Noticing her expression, Ling Zhouci pursed his lips and turned his gaze away, as if trying to move forward on his own.
Ling Zhouci at this moment undoubtedly made people feel pity for him. She looked at him for a while and then returned to his side. "How about I push you?"
Ling Zhouci was stiff, but did not refuse.
So Ling Fuying walked behind him and pushed the wheelchair. The ground in the courtyard was flat and the wheelchair was exquisitely designed, so she could push it easily.
Her hair was lifted by the wind and blew onto Ling Zhouci's cheek. Her body temperature and gentle, sweet fragrance surrounded him, making Fu Ying's voice come right above his head.
Ling Zhouci held on to the handrail tightly, her heart beating faster.
Just as they were about to leave Xizhu Garden, Ling Zhouci remembered Xuan Min.
Although he didn't really want to travel with him today, he was a guest after all. Although Ling Zhouci was arrogant in his heart, he knew the basic etiquette. After all, he was the young master of Daluo Continent.
So the two-person activity became a three-person activity, which allowed Fu Ying to gradually adapt, but she didn't realize that she was deliberately ignoring Xuan Min.
His stature and status as a monk made him very visible between the two of them, but compared to Ling Fuying and Ling Zhouci who were talking, he seemed too transparent in his silence.
Although Ling Zhouci had already said that a distinguished guest would be coming, the servants couldn't help but secretly look at the girl pushing Ling Zhouci.
They all knew Master Xuan Min, but this girl was a complete stranger. However, her stunning beauty made them stop and take notice.
She behaves very intimately with the young master. Could she be the young master's beloved?
The young master is finally in love!
Soon these words reached the ears of the island master Ling Zhouyan. He put down his brush and fell into deep thought.
He has a handsome appearance and looks very young, with a calm demeanor. He looks to be in his thirties at most. Standing with Ling Zhouci, they look more like good friends than father and son.
The beauty of the Lingzhou family is unquestionable.
He knew that Xiaoci had brought people back, but he didn't have time to go. Xiaoci hurried to the Three Thousand Realms and came back in just half a month. She was in a different state when she came back from Long Jifeng, probably because of the girl the servants were talking about.
He was a little curious about what kind of girl could have attracted Ling Zhouci, who had never been interested in women.
So he said, "Pass it on, don't let the servants in the mansion neglect the distinguished guests, and prepare dinner."
He planned to meet Xiaoci's lover in person.
"yes."
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The three of them wandered around the mansion for the whole morning and then went back to their rooms to rest, as Ling Zhouci was weak after all.
In the afternoon, he knocked on Ling Fuying's door again, "Do you want to go to the city to take a look?"
The city where the Continent Lord's Mansion is located is naturally prosperous. It is called Yunhuang City and is now called the Snow City.
Now almost everyone refers to this city as Xuedu, rather than its name a hundred years ago.
"Okay." Ling Fuying was very happy about this.
Xuan Min naturally came along as well. He had no interest in these things. As a cultivator, he had no distractions in his mind and was indifferent to water. He even filled his stomach only to maintain his body's needs.
But he was keeping his eye on Ling Fuying.
She pushed Ling Zhouci. Xuan Min watched for a moment and then took the initiative to speak, "Why don't I push the young master?"
He pushed Ling Zhouci over, and every time he went to Dajue Zen Temple to recuperate, Xuan Min would push him to go to the mountains to take a look and absorb the purest air between heaven and earth in the early morning, which would be good for his body.
Xuan Min is an extremely responsible person, considerate and kind-hearted.
Abbot Huihai handed Lingzhouci over to him, so he naturally had to fulfill his responsibilities. He treated everyone equally, whether the person was Lingzhouci or someone else.
Over the years, the only difference is Ling Fuying.
Ling Zhouci looked at Ling Fuying and asked, "Miss Ling, are you tired?"
She shook her head. It was nothing. It was just pushing a wheelchair. She walked briskly.
Xuan Min's suggestion was not adopted.
She pushed Ling Zhouci through the crowd, occasionally speaking to him. Although it was already afternoon, there were still many people walking in the city.
This place is still so prosperous and wealthy. One can imagine the splendor of a hundred years ago. It is a world apart from the deserted towns and villages around Longji Peak.
Ling Zhouci thought of the time when he was in Zheyuan Hall and was ordered to be pushed by pillars to parade through the streets during the Qi'an ceremony.
I couldn't help but want her to push me and stay by my side forever.
While talking to Ling Fuying, the blanket covering her legs slipped off. Ling Zhouci did not stop it and just watched it fall to the ground.
"The blanket fell off."
"What?" Ling Fuying didn't hear clearly.
"Blanket." He said with a guilty tone.
Ling Fuying then realized it. After stabilizing himself, he picked up the blanket on the ground, performed a simple cleaning spell, and leaned over to cover Ling Zhouci's legs.
When she leaned closer, she didn't notice the distance between them. Ling Zhouci could see the fuzz on her face and even felt her breath.
When Ling Fuying was arranging the blanket, her fingertips accidentally slid across his thigh. Ling Zhouci's body tensed up and his eyes suddenly became moist.
She looked up and met his gaze.
"I'm sorry."
Ling Zhouci's thigh still retained the feeling of her unintentional touch.
His voice was slightly hoarse, "Nothing."
"Master, I'll buy you whatever you want to eat." Ling Fuying tried to break the awkwardness, and she remembered that her luck value had increased significantly when she accompanied Ling Zhouci shopping.
His stock price rose by 200 points in the morning. If he repeats the same trick in the afternoon, he will make a lot of money.
This makes Fu Ying quite ambitious.
She had no psychological burden in conquering Ling Zhouci.
She thought Chen Fuxue and Yuchi Xianyue were dirty, although she finally succumbed to Chen Fuxue's beauty and body. She thought Xuan Min was too nice, and he was a monk, so she couldn't bring herself to do it. But it was different for Ling Zhouci.
Although she was also obsessed with her husband, from her current point of view, it was wonderful, indescribable. He quickly hooked up with Yuchi Xianyue, and she should thank him instead.
Moreover, he is deeply in love with Yuchi Xianyue and would not like other women. There is no risk for her to pursue him. She wants to become his sister. The cost is low and the reward is high. Only a fool would not pursue him.
Now her life is smooth and bright, which makes Fu Ying more motivated.
While Ling Fuying was thinking, three or two playful children ran over and were about to bump into her, but she was pulled away by a force and fell into a hot embrace filled with the scent of incense and candles.
There was clothing under her palms, but she seemed to be able to feel the hot, firm and wonderful chest muscles through the fabric.
"careful."
Ling Fuying and Xuan Min looked at each other, their bodies pressed tightly together, and she quickly pushed him away from her arms.
"Thank you, Master." She stepped back two steps away from him.
He turned behind Ling Zhouci and continued pushing the wheelchair forward.
After what happened just now, the atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet, but Fu Ying didn't feel much. She had already been completely attracted by the novelty things on the street.
Ling Zhouci took her to a small stall selling sweet wine. The charming sweet aroma of the wine spread in the cold air. Many people at the stall were drinking sweet wine to warm themselves up. The red dates and sticky dumplings whetted her appetite.
So the three of them sat in front of the stall, waiting for the sweet wine to be served.
Xuan Min was unable to participate this time because he was averse to alcohol. Although this sweet wine was not intoxicating, it was still considered alcohol.
So Ling Fuying ordered him a bowl of vegetarian wontons from the wonton shop next door.
Xuan Min said he didn't need these, but Ling Fuying had already paid for them.
The three of them ate their own food, and there was clearly no smell of alcohol. However, after eating, Ling Zhouci felt a little tipsy and kept looking at Ling Fuying's face uncontrollably.
After the meal, the three of them went to the lake. It was dusk at this time. In the snowy city where there was little sunshine all year round, there was a sunset that day, and the dim and gorgeous clouds covered the flowing river.
Ling Zhouci, feeling a little tipsy after drinking the sweet wine, looked at Ling Fuying beside her and spoke slowly, "I want to try walking. Miss Ling... can you give me a hand?"
Fu Ying looked at Ling Zhouci in surprise. Ling Zhouci was such a stubborn and stubborn person. He had refused to let her help him even after he fell before, but now he took the initiative to ask for her help.
"I'll try." Ling Fuying went to support Ling Zhouci. His thin body slowly leaned on her. Ling Fuying could smell the fragrance of medicine, which was a bit bitter but not unpleasant, and even had some special aroma.
Being so close to her, with her arms so soft, Ling Zhouci couldn't stop his wild thoughts.
Noticing the stiffness of his body, Fu Ying turned around and looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Ling Zhouci looked away, not meeting her gaze, but slowly shook her head.
He intentionally leaned on Ling Fuying, but did not give all his strength to her. He intentionally walked on his own, being so close to her. Ling Zhouci's heart beat very fast, his breathing became disordered, and he was sweating profusely after walking a short distance.
Ling Fuying heard the panting sound close to his ear and sighed in his heart, Ling Zhouci, she is so fragile.
Just as I finished sighing, I heard the system announcement.
[Host, Luck Value +200! ]
Her face was full of joy and fighting spirit. If Ling Zhouci had not been physically limited, she would have supported him and walked around the lake.
Ling Fuying supported Ling Zhouci and continued walking.
Xuan Min fell behind unknowingly, as if he was alone, his eyes always following the boy and girl in front of him.
The two passed by a sycamore tree.
It is not clear under the shadow of the tree, but when you look sideways, the shadows overlap, are infinitely stretched and magnified, and are reflected on the ground beautifully and intimately.
As if they were kissing.
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