Chapter 66 Chapter 66 His strong arms blocked my way...
Last night the wind blew all night, hiding everything in the house. Ling Zhouci dreamed of Ling Fuying again.
He has given up on himself.
Sometimes the more you suppress yourself, the harder it is to control yourself.
This feeling made him confused and vulnerable, and tears welled up in his eyes as he lay on the soft pillow.
That picturesque face looked like a withered yet beautiful lotus leaf that had been eroded by rain and heavy rain.
After countless struggles, the boy finally took out the soft handkerchief still stained with Ling Fuying's fragrance.
The white jade-like fingers were tightly embedded in the silk handkerchief.
He rubbed it gently, feeling self-loathing and his face burning hot.
Ling Zhouci, who had never done such a thing before, did it stealthily and with very little force, but gradually he became immersed in it and forgot everything.
His lips opened and closed, silently shouting something.
When the handkerchief became dirty, he came to his senses and quickly hid it in his arms.
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That day he hid Ling Fuying's handkerchief secretly, thinking he had done it very secretly, but in fact it had already been seen by a passing servant.
He saw clearly that the young master had a shy look on his face, and the handkerchief in his hand was not the unembroidered snow handkerchief he used every day, but a pink and white one.
It seemed to be embroidered with patterns, although he couldn't see it clearly, but it was definitely not something used by men.
He had passed by and seen the young master and the young lady feeding the koi. He left for a short while and when he came back he saw the young master looking at the handkerchief with a look of amorous feelings on his face. Naturally, it could only be something used by the young lady.
Only when the relationship is extremely close will handkerchiefs be exchanged.
So, could it be that their young master is about to win the beauty and become engaged to that girl?
I always get excited when talking about these things.
He lowered his voice and said, "Please don't say anything nonsense, and don't say it was me who said it."
"Then won't we have a wife for the young master?" The maid was very happy. This was a great joyous event. The young master often sat alone, feeling depressed, but recently he smiled much more often.
If you really find someone you love, your mentality and body will surely get better slowly, and everything will suddenly become hopeful.
"The young lady is so beautiful, she and the young master are a perfect match."
But after saying that, I couldn't help but worry about the young master's health. After all, no one can predict what will happen in the future, whether it will get better or... something else.
After they finished talking, they dispersed, intending to continue with the work in their hands, but after taking only a few steps, they saw the tall monk in front of them.
Suddenly they realized that their words might have been heard by someone.
Fortunately, it was he who heard it, not the young master. Although they all hoped for the best for the young master, they were gossiping behind his back after all, and it was not certain whether the matter with the young master's wife was true or not.
"Master Xuan Min." They immediately stopped playing and bowed politely.
Xuan Min did not answer them, nor did he nod. Only when they walked away did he realize his inappropriate behavior, but it was too late.
He watched the maids and servants leave.
Before she knew it, Xuan Min had already walked to Ling Fuying's door, so it turned out that she was not there just now, but was with the young master.
Xuan Min calmed down and went back to his room to practice.
He chanted scriptures, and golden Sanskrit words swirled up from his body, and his body emitted a layer of dazzling golden light.
Suddenly, Sanskrit trembled, his deep brows frowned, his face suddenly turned pale, and the Buddhist beads in his hand broke, and the dull bouncing sound echoed in the room.
This string of Buddhist beads given to him by Abbot Huihai was something he had kept with him every day since he entered Buddhism, but it suddenly broke.
He opened his eyes and watched the Buddhist beads on the ground roll to every corner of the room quietly.
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About an incense stick of time passed before he moved and picked up the Buddhist beads on the ground.
On the second day, Ling Fuying discovered that Xuan Min had changed into a string of Buddhist beads. Her eyes stayed on Xuan Min's hand. If it were usual, she would definitely ask a question.
But now she hid her doubts in her heart.
Soon she had no time to think about these things because she had more important things to do.
She didn't know when Chen Fuxue would come.
Has he already arrived in Daluo Continent or is he in the Three Thousand Realms? If he comes over, everything will become complicated.
There are still a few days left before the trip to Ulan City, so Fu Ying waits patiently for the day of departure, hoping that nothing unexpected will happen.
On the third night, the temperature in the entire Continent Lord's Mansion dropped sharply, and the entire snow was covered with a layer of ice crystals. It was not noticeable when inside the house, but once you opened the window or walked out of the door, you could feel the biting cold.
Soon news came from Ulan City, including Longji Peak, that a blizzard had arrived. Fortunately, no one was injured or killed. The cold air spread to the entire Daluo Continent, and even Chaoyin Continent, which was connected to Rang, was affected and everyone wrapped themselves in winter clothes.
Ling Fuying heard that Ling Zhouci was ill.
The disease came on violently. He was already weak and more sensitive to temperature changes. He was bedridden this morning.
If Ling Zhouci couldn't go to Wulan City, she couldn't go with him either. This wouldn't do. She had to go to Ling Zhouci's house to visit her immediately.
When she reached the door and saw Yufeng coming out of the house with a bowl of medicine, she asked, "Is the young master sick?"
"Well, but there's no need to worry too much, young lady. The young master always gets sick at times like this."
Yufeng has become accustomed to it, and the young master's condition this time is actually better than in previous years.
"Miss Ling, do you want to go in and see the young master?" Yu Feng asked hesitantly.
"Well, I want to go see him."
"The young master has gone to bed. Why don't you come back later?"
The young master was in a bad mood and told him to get lost. He also said that he didn't want to see anyone and asked no one to disturb him. Yufeng tactfully told Ling Fuying that it was not appropriate for him to see Ling Zhouci now.
Although he knew that the young master must have some feelings for Ling Fuying, he was not sure how much.
It turned out that he fell asleep. "Then I will come back in the afternoon."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of something falling to the ground, which made Fu Ying look at the closed door.
There was silence between the two of them for a moment.
"Maybe something fell accidentally." Yufeng explained.
But if you think about it carefully, in order to prevent the cold wind from invading, the doors and windows were closed, there was no wind and no one was around, so the possibility of it falling was extremely small.
When Ling Fuying turned around, he vaguely heard a cough coming from the crack of the door.
Yufeng felt quite distressed, "Young Master can't even sleep peacefully, he coughs in his dreams."
That was indeed painful, and Fu Ying felt very sympathetic.
Seeing Ling Fuying's moved expression, Yufeng felt that he had made many efforts secretly for the young master's feelings.
"I'll take the medicine bowl to the pharmacy, not Miss Ling."
Xizhu Garden set up a pharmacy specifically for Lingzhouci, which has all kinds of rare medicinal materials. Daluozhou has been in contact with major auction houses all year round and is a major customer. It also has its own network of relationships with underground ghost markets and some vendors who resell spiritual herbs and medicines. People from Daluozhou are planted in it, making it easy to receive the first news.
The completeness of rare medicinal materials and rare treasures in Daluozhou is the best among all major mainstream forces.
All this is because of Ling Zhouci, which shows how much effort Ling Zhouyan has put into him.
Ling Fu took two steps forward, but heard the noise again. She looked at Yu Feng.
At this time, Yu Feng also realized that something was wrong. "Miss Ling, please wait a moment. I'll go in and take a look."
But in the blink of an eye, Yu Feng came out of the house, his face slightly depressed, "Miss Ling, the young master is awake, please go in."
He added, "Perhaps the young master heard us talking."
After hearing this, Fu Ying felt a little guilty. He had finally gotten a good night's sleep, but he was woken up by someone.
"Let the young master sleep for a while, I will come back in the afternoon."
So Ling Fuying left.
When Yufeng entered the room, he stood aside as if he had done something wrong, not daring to face the young master's gaze at all.
Ling Zhouci's face, which was already sickly, became even weaker after hearing that Ling Fuying had left, as if she would die at any time.
"Get out." Ling Zhouci didn't want to see him.
Yufeng left feeling wronged.
Ling Fuying didn't see Ling Zhouci, so her idea of caring about him to increase her luck value naturally failed.
As soon as I walked into the lobby, I heard the system announce that Ling Zhouci's salary had increased by 100.
It seems that although she only went there once, Ling Zhouci still felt her care.
It’s great to be a sister to Ling Zhouci instead of a rival.
Ling Fuying went back and overheard the conversation of the servants in the garden on the way.
The general idea is that the temperature drop in Daluozhou came strangely. Although there were temperature drops in previous years, they were always around the winter solstice, but now it seems to have come earlier.
Ling Fuying left with doubts, so why is this year different from previous years?
Unless other factors intervene.
She didn't know how Ling Zhouci was doing, so she planned to go check on her in the afternoon.
This gave Fu Ying reason to worry that Ling Zhouci would collapse on the day he arrived in Wulan City, and all the trouble would be in vain.
After the afternoon training, Yufeng knocked on her door and said, "Miss Ling, our young master has woken up. Would you like to have a chat with him and some tea?"
"I'll go right away."
When it came time, Ling Zhouci had already gotten up from the bed. His frail body, wrapped in a fox fur coat, was sitting on the soft couch by the window.
When I first entered his bedroom, I was still smelling the usual faint bitter smell of medicine. There was incense burning in the room, and the sweet fragrance of fruit mixed with the fragrance of medicine, blending into a special scent, which seemed to be the source of Ling Zhouci's fragrance.
His long hair was loose and draped softly behind him. His eyelashes were very long and his skin was as white as snow. It was very appropriate to describe him as white jade and porcelain.
Beauty can only be admired from afar.
He was drinking the medicine handed to him by Yufeng. His fingers holding the medicine bowl were slender and well-proportioned, with pale pink fingertips, which matched the white porcelain bowl perfectly. The medicine must be a little bitter. His handsome brows were furrowed, and his Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed.
A few drops of brown medicine slid down his chin and were about to drip onto his moon-white collar.
It was at this time that Ling Fuying discovered that he was a little different when drinking the medicine. The displeasure on his face was extremely obvious and more real. Usually, his face was covered with rain, fog and haze. You knew that he was not happy, but you didn't know what he was thinking.
But at this moment you can clearly know that he just doesn't want to drink this medicine, and there is a subtle sense of novelty.
Ling Fuying went over and sat down. Yufeng had already left, and only she and Ling Zhouci were left in the room. Her eyes were still on the medicinal soup that was sliding down his neck.
It was really an eyesore on his handsome neck, making Fu Ying wonder if he didn't feel anything?
This is too uncomfortable for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Master, there's something on your neck."
"What?"
"Your medicine."
Ling Zhouci touched it but didn't find the right spot, and almost rubbed the medicine stain onto her collar.
He pursed his lips and asked, "I wonder if Miss Ling could help me?"
Ling Fuying hesitated for only a second before reaching for her handkerchief to wipe him clean, but she couldn't find it.
"What are you looking for?" Ling Zhouci asked confusedly after discovering it.
"The handkerchief disappeared. Did it accidentally fall into the room?"
She doesn't use it very often, but it's not available when she needs it, so she just carries it with her. So she never knows when she's gone.
Meeting Ling Fuying's eyes, Ling Zhouci clenched her palms tightly, trying to remain calm, but her ears, hidden under her long hair, were already red. "Maybe."
Ling Zhouci actually seldom lies, but recently he found that he had told countless lies without realizing it.
His expression was strange, causing Fu Ying to hesitate, "Master, have you found my handkerchief?"
He shook his head.
Come to think of it, he wouldn't refuse to give it to her if he picked it up. What use could this thing have? He has it in him.
Ling Fuying didn't think about it and took out another handkerchief. She gently wiped the soft silk handkerchief across the skin of his neck. She deliberately moved lightly for fear of scratching Ling Zhouci's delicate skin.
The girl's lips were right in front of her. Ling Zhouci's breathing became disordered and she clutched the cushion beside her tightly.
He couldn't help but wonder what Ling Fuying's attitude towards him was and why she was so close to him.
To be so nice to him...
Ling Zhouci, who should have received a lot of fatherly love, should not be shaken by Ling Fuying's slightest concern.
But in fact, his relationship with his father is not as loving and filial as the outside world thinks.
"Okay, wipe it clean." Ling Fuying withdrew his hand, and his neck returned to its flawless whiteness of porcelain, which made Fuying feel relieved.
She waited for the luck points to arrive, ding dong~
Great, another fifty points!
"Young Master, why did the temperature suddenly drop?" Ling Fuying looked at the scenery outside the window, as if chatting with him casually about family matters.
"Every year, the temperature in Daluozhou drops at a certain time, but this time it dropped earlier. Do you remember what happened when we last went to Dragon Ridge Peak?"
"Is it related to that?"
"Perhaps."
"Maybe we'll find the answer if we go to Ulan City in a few days." But it's also possible that we'll find nothing.
"You seem to be very interested in these things." Ling Zhouci looked at Ling Fuying.
Ling Fuying maintained a calm expression and said, "When I have nothing to do, I like to read some miscellaneous books. I do have some interest in strange stories."
"We still have some time. Do you want to go to the Sutra Library?" Ling Zhouci asked.
He used to go to the Sutra Repository often, and it could really help him kill time when he was bored.
The Sutra Repository can be regarded as the core place of Daluo Continent. All confidential documents of Daluo Continent are stored on the top floor. As soon as she and Ling Zhouci went there, she was afraid that the news would reach Ling Zhouyan's ears.
Ling Fuying glanced calmly at the wall of books in Ling Zhouci's room and said, "I won't go. I don't want to make a trip."
"Then I'll have someone get it for you, whatever you're interested in."
"This isn't good. If it were the Continent Master..."
"I often ask people to get books for me from the Sutra Library. They won't know you're reading them here."
"There are also many books here. You can take a look if there are any that interest you."
Ling Zhouci knew that Ling Zhouyan was prejudiced against Ling Fuying. He himself also liked married women and had successfully stolen their girlfriends. Why was he prejudiced against others?
His dissatisfaction with Ling Zhouyan increased even more.
But as soon as Ling Fuying's eyes met his, the depression in his heart miraculously disappeared.
"Want to come over and take a look?"
Hearing Ling Zhouci's words, Fu Ying felt relieved.
It seems that Ling Zhouci now regards her as a true sister, and she has successfully broken through the wall of Ling Zhouci's heart.
"Okay." Ling Fuying said happily.
I had no hope at first, but I actually saw the century-old files of Daluozhou in the middle row of the bookshelf.
It is just like the saying that you can find it without any effort after searching high and low.
Ling Zhouci had previously gone to Longji Peak and carefully read the Daluo Continent's century-old files again, and placed them in the middle row of the bookshelf.
There was no time to put it back into the Sutra Repository.
The century-old files were not considered core secrets. If it was other files that recorded the sect's secrets, even the continent master would need to go to the top floor of the Sutra Library in person to check them.
What Fu Ying wanted to know was the secret of the blizzard that hit Daluo Continent a hundred years ago. Even the system was not omniscient and omnipotent. Why did this blizzard come? Were there other inducements? Was it really related to the birth of Shen Fuxue? The system had no way of knowing these things, and there were no records of these in its database.
"Young Master, these are enough for me to see. There is no need to go to the Sutra Library again."
Ling Fuying did not take the file directly, but took something else to look at first.
She found that getting along with Ling Zhouci was too easy, completely different from that with Yuchi Xianyue.
The former only requires a little trick, or even not a trick at all, while the latter will eventually be seen through no matter how hard she tries.
Besides, she herself was not very smart, and she had no idea what was going on in Yuchi Xianyue's mind.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was movement on the communication stone.
The first person she could think of was Chen Fuxue.
"What's wrong?"
Ling Fuying planned to go back and check for news about him.
"fine."
Ling Fuying first took out a scroll of bamboo slips about folk rumors in Daluozhou and looked through it, while Ling Zhouci sat on the side and watched her.
She didn't understand what he meant, "Master, don't you want to see it?"
Lingzhou Cicai took a book, but he just unfolded it for a long time without turning a page.
Unconsciously, Ling Zhouci had gotten very close to her, which made Fu Ying feel uneasy. He felt uneasy when they got close, and turned his head to look at Ling Zhouci.
He quickly withdrew his gaze and did not dare to look at Ling Fuying again.
"If you have anything you want to know or anything you are not clear about, you can ask me."
Ling Zhouci had already read this entire wall of books and had a photographic memory.
Although he tried not to look at Ling Fuying, it seemed to Ling Fuying that he would look at her every once in a while, which gave her a headache.
Ling Zhouci's eyes fell on the words on the pages of this book. This was a century-old volume from Daluo Continent, and his brows furrowed slightly.
He almost forgot the book was still there.
These actually shouldn't be shown to Ling Fuying.
This made Fu Ying feel very uneasy, fearing that Ling Zhouci would take it back before he could finish reading it.
She came up with an idea, [System, can you record the text of these books?]
It doesn't seem that difficult for the system to do.
[Host, yes, it is possible. It only requires 200 luck points! ]
【purchase! 】
Ling Fuying hurriedly flipped through the century-old files of Daluozhou, and she finished quickly.
"Isn't it good-looking?" Ling Zhouci couldn't help asking when she saw that she turned the book over without looking at it carefully.
"It's boring."
The century-old archive records require accuracy and are boring, so it is normal that Fu Ying doesn't like them.
Ling Zhouci glanced at Ling Fuying's face. She looked bored and seemed to have no interest in this at all.
I'm afraid I didn't understand what was said clearly if I flipped through it so quickly.
She quickly finished reading and put it aside, then picked up a notebook and read it with great interest.
I was acting out the whole act, but I was inadvertently immersed in the sea of books. When night fell, I realized it was already late.
She was reading a book while Ling Zhouci was watching her.
"Master, I've seen enough." She glanced at the sky outside the window. "It's getting late. I'll go back first and come back tomorrow."
"etc."
His slightly cool fingertips touched her, causing Fu Ying to glance at his hand, "What's wrong?"
"You have ink on your face."
There was a pen and ink on the desk, and she didn't know when she had touched it, but there were still some stains on the corners of her lips.
The girl in front of him blinked, and Ling Zhouci leaned closer, his fingertips lingeringly brushing the corner of her lips, his fingertips inadvertently brushing across her lips. He seemed to be holding Ling Fuying, and everything seemed like a prelude to a kiss.
He took a deep breath and looked at Ling Fuying's blinking eyes.
"Are you okay?" Ling Fuying asked softly.
Ling Zhouci then put down her hand and said, "How could you be so careless? I don't know where it happened."
This made Fu Ying curious, but he immediately put it out of his mind.
"Then I'll be leaving." Ling Fuying stood up and was about to leave.
"Um."
She left under Ling Zhouci's gaze.
As soon as she went out, she remembered the communication stone that she had not had time to look at.
When I opened it, I saw that it was indeed covered with snow.
He said, Xiaoman, I will come to you soon.
How fast is fast?
This made Fu Ying fall into deep thought.
When she reached the door and was about to open it to go in, she suddenly ran into Xuan Min. She was immersed in her thoughts and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The communication stone that was on the communication interface with Shen Fuxue almost slipped from her hand.
Xuan Min went to take the communication stone that she was about to let go of, but she reacted quickly and grabbed it, and his large hand held hers.
The two looked at each other.
The hand holding hers was so hot that Fu Ying quickly pulled his hand away.
Xuan Min's tall body stood right in front of her.
After realizing it, he said, "Master."
Xuan Min didn't know why she was so distracted.
His eyes fell on Ling Fuying's face. She was stained with someone else's scent, a somewhat bitter medicinal smell.
She went to Ling Zhouci's room today and did not come out all afternoon, returning only at dusk.
No matter what they said or did during that time, Xuan Min's deep eyes looked at her body uncontrollably, observing whether there was any trace of someone else.
He had kissed Ling Fuying's lips, held her hand, and even touched her body when helping her to relieve the anger in her body. He knew everything about her.
Xuan Min looked at her slender neck, but her long hair was half-draped, so the back of her neck could not be seen.
The last time the Buddhist beads broke, he had already changed the beads in his hand.
Made of agarwood, the rich fragrance permeated his body.
Seeing that he didn't move or speak, Fu Ying felt uneasy. "Master, do you have something to talk to me about?"
He just stared at her.
Although Xuan Min is kind and gentle, he can be extremely oppressive at times. He is tall and strong, and standing in front of her is like a wall, especially when he has a blank expression.
Before she knew it, she was pinned between the door and Xuan Min's body.
She immediately saw his three-dimensional jaw and the Adam's apple above the collar of his monk's robe. The rich scent of agarwood surrounded her, as if a pair of arms were holding her tightly in their arms.
This made Fu Ying's eyes move around, and when she lowered her eyes she would catch a glimpse of his... When she raised her eyes she met his eyes again, and when she looked straight at him she could see his chest muscles under his thin monk's robe.
I didn't even know where to look.
This made Fu Ying's cheeks burn and he felt at a loss.
I tried to run away by slipping under his arm, but his arm blocked my way.
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Author's words: Xiaoxue: I'll be there soon [starry eyes]
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