Chapter 85 Chapter 85 A man's mouth is deceiving
The cold wind blew, causing Fu Ying to frown, but he didn't pay any attention to it.
If it is Yuchi Xianyue, let him watch it if he wants.
It brought Fu Ying back to his senses. Ling Zhouci's excessively high temperature...
Could it be that he is sick?
It was when Fu Ying made this guess that he noticed some details that he had not noticed before: Ling Zhouci's clothes were slightly wet, and his Adam's apple was slightly rolling, as if he was very thirsty.
I reached out and touched his forehead, and it was indeed very hot.
"Do you have a fever?" Ling Fuying asked him.
The frail boy's eyes were slightly out of focus, but he was still quite lucid. "It seems so, a little."
"water."
Ling Fuying took out a gourd filled with water and fed it to Ling Zhouci's mouth. The sweet water flowed down, and he opened his mouth and drank in big gulps. However, the water flowed too fast and he could not swallow it in time. He choked and coughed violently, and the water flowed down his jaw into his clothes, completely wetting a small area of his clothes on his chest. His chest heaved up and down, and he turned his head to avoid Ling Fuying who continued to feed him water.
Seeing that his face had turned red from coughing and he looked so fragile that he might faint at any moment, Ling Fuying quickly took back the gourd, "Are you okay?"
Ling Zhouci coughed for a long time before speaking weakly, "I feel a little dizzy."
Seeing that he couldn't even sit steadily in the wheelchair, Fuying took the initiative to help him to the ground and sit in the place where she had just sat.
But Ling Zhouci suddenly hugged her waist and said, "It's so cold."
He is like a furnace, and doesn't look like he would feel cold.
"Let me go and I'll cover you with a blanket."
Unexpectedly, Ling Zhouci hugged her even tighter, making Fu Ying unable to break free for a while.
Ling Zhouci was unconscious at this time, just like when he had taken the medicine before, so Fu Ying found that he was rubbing his chest.
"If you don't let go, I'll kick you away!"
But Ling Zhouci still didn't let go, as if she was sure that she wouldn't bother with a dying person.
Ling Zhouci seemed to be addicted to it after holding Ling Fuying to sleep last time, but she never had the chance. This time, she finally got her wish and held her again, feeling fragrant and warm.
Ling Zhouci was reluctant to let go, and her fingers moved randomly.
Is he really delirious from the fever? Ling Fuying saw that his eyes were slightly closed, his breathing was labored, and he was lost in thought.
Just as she was about to give him some medicine, Ling Zhouci looked up at her and said, "Ling Fuying, you just..."
Can't you see it at all?
Ling Zhouci's breathing was rapid and his eyelashes were trembling violently. He knew very well that Ling Fuying didn't like him very much and why she didn't like him.
He was eager to prove himself, so he made Ling Fuying keep her eyes on him, and used his arms to force her over and press her to the ground.
During this period of time, he felt much better after exercising and was no longer as weak as before.
He leaned over and brushed his lips against her cheek.
But his body suddenly flew into the air, as if being pulled away by a force, and Ling Zhouci lay beside him in a daze.
He secretly thought that it must be Ling Fuying who pushed him away.
Ling Fuying heard footsteps coming from afar. Xuan Min and Shen Fuxue were back?
Glancing at Ling Zhouci, whose clothes were disheveled, he felt as if he had been severely bullied by her.
If she was misunderstood by them, she would never be able to clear herself even if she jumped into the river.
She was sweating all over and quickly straightened her clothes. She went forward and pulled Ling Zhouci's collar, trying to make her look a little neater.
The footsteps got closer and closer, and soon the sound disappeared.
"Xiaoman, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Fuxue's voice came from behind him, and then he noticed Ling Zhouci, who was panting on the ground with her clothes a little messy.
Ling Fuying steadied herself and managed to curl the corners of her lips. At the same time, she met the peaceful eyes of Chen Fuxue and Xuan Min. Her heart was beating wildly, as if she and Ling Zhouci had really done something in the wilderness without their knowledge.
"The young master has a fever, I'm a little worried."
"I don't know where Yufeng has gone. I gave him some water, but it didn't seem to have much effect. How about a mage take a look at him?"
Thinking of wanting Xuan Min to look after him, Ling Zhouci stared at Ling Fuying for a moment before withdrawing his gaze and calming his breathing. "I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while. There's no need to trouble Master Xuan Min."
"By the way, what did you talk about?" Ling Fuying's gaze moved between Shen Fuxue and Xuan Min.
The two of them looked normal, and she couldn't tell what had happened.
"It's just that I need to consult the Master on some matters concerning the formation."
"Master, have you started studying the formation?"
"Well, I'm somewhat interested in this."
Although Ling Fuying still had some doubts in his mind, he did not ask any further questions.
She looked around, it was dark night, and the cold wind was no longer there.
After a while, Yufeng's figure appeared from behind the bushes.
He glanced at Ling Zhouci, who had been sitting on the ground at some point, and then glanced at Ling Fuying, and spotted some clues.
"Yufeng, your young master is ill."
Yu Feng's expression changed instantly, and he stepped forward, "Young Master, are you okay?"
This seems a little wrong.
Ling Zhouci frowned and shook his head.
"It's better to take some medicine."
"I told you I'm fine." Ling Zhouci was feeling annoyed and his tone was a little bad.
Although it sounds very weak to others and has little deterrent effect.
Ling Fuying's original seat had been occupied by Ling Zhouci. Shen Fuxue took her hand and walked to the side, "Xiaoman, sit here."
She had no intention of making trouble, so she sat down to rest where Shen Fuxue had already laid out the blanket.
She flew on the sword every day, and three days passed quietly. She did not inform Ling Huaixu in advance on the day she arrived at Zheyuan Palace.
The disciple on duty at the gate saw Ling Fuying and his group, and then sent someone to inform Ling Huaixu.
Ling Fuying felt much more at ease without a large group of disciples coming to greet him. When Ling Huaixu received the news, Ling Fuying and his group were about to arrive at the main hall of Zheyuan Palace.
Upon hearing this, Ling Huaixu put down the documents in his hand and walked out of the door. After taking a few steps, he quickly slowed down his pace.
He thought Yuchi Xianyue would go with Ling Fuying, but he didn't see any trace of him.
But soon he had no time to think about these things. It was only a few months since they last saw each other, but he felt that a long time had passed, and Fu Ying seemed to have lost weight.
Ling Huaixu frowned slightly. She not only became thinner, but also taller.
He looked at her carefully, trying to find evidence that she and Yuchi Xianyue were not getting along well, but when he saw that she had lost weight and might have been wronged, he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart.
When he met Ling Fuying's gaze, he remembered that there were other people around.
Xuanmin, the eminent monk of Dajue Zen Temple?
He walked up to Ling Fuying and said, "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming back?"
"Come with me, I have something important to tell you."
Before Ling Huaixu had time to exchange pleasantries with Xuan Min, Ling Zhouci and the others, he was dragged to the main hall by Ling Fuying.
"Where is Yuchi Xianyue?" Ling Huaixu asked.
"That's him I'm talking about."
When Ling Huaixu heard this, he lost all mood. The important matter he wanted to tell him was actually about Yuchi Xianyue.
Is he so important to her?
simply……
The more Ling Huaixu thought about it, the tighter he held his hands.
"I've divorced him, but the outside world doesn't know about it yet. Don't try to force me to stay with him. I can't live with him anyway. If you think he's a good person, you can marry him."
Seeing that Ling Huaixu didn't answer, she emphasized her tone, "Tell everyone that he and I have divorced, and also that I'm not pregnant. Let this news out as well."
"Did you hear that?"
"What did you say?"
"Ling Huaixu! You told me to come back before, but you were so hypocritical. Anyway, I'm putting it bluntly. Even if I die, even if I jump off the Little Immortal Peak, I will never return to the Three Thousand Realms."
"Are you serious?"
"Do you think I'm kidding you?"
Caught in ecstasy, Ling Huaixu's thoughts slowed down a little. At this time, he finally realized that Ling Fuying was in a bad mood. She seemed to have misunderstood.
Seeing her turning around and about to leave, Ling Huaixu grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her into his arms.
Noticing the stiffness of the person in his arms, Huai Xu's expression changed slightly, but he still didn't let go. "I promise you what you said."
"But you also have to promise that you will never have any entanglement with Yuchi Xianyue again. You can't change your mind. Don't even think about reconciling."
He was worried that Ling Fuying was just acting on impulse, perhaps because of a quarrel and conflict between husband and wife, so she wanted to come back. If Yuchi Xianyue chased him, she would soften her heart and regret going back with him, so what would he do then?
Therefore, the news of their divorce must be spread as soon as possible, to the extent that everyone knows about it, leaving her no room for regret.
"I was crazy to get back together with him." No, it wasn't that way at all.
Ling Fuying was rarely hugged like this by Ling Huaixu. His aura and tall body made her feel a little uncomfortable, as if the distance they once had was broken.
"Don't move."
"Let me go, that's weird."
"What's so strange? When you were little, I held you in my arms and carried you on my back."
The key is, this was when I was a kid.
"Brother can't hold his sister yet."
Is it possible that Ling Huaixu was possessed by evil spirits?
Or maybe there’s a saying that distance makes beauty, and after being apart for a while, he actually started to become kinder?
"Are you annoying? Let me go."
Ling Huaixu then slowly relaxed. The most urgent thing was to tell others that they had divorced.
"Have you really divorced?"
As long as there is no marriage contract, the two of them cannot be considered husband and wife, and they have naturally divorced, although Yuchi Xianyue never agreed to it from the beginning to the end.
But he had no choice.
"Really? Why would I lie to you?"
"Okay, I'll send someone to pass it on immediately. By the way, I think he'll leave again after he comes back this time."
Since she has left the Three Thousand Realms, she must be able to stay in Zheyuan Palace.
This is her home.
"I'll only be here for a few days. I'll leave after I'm done with this."
This made Huai Xu's mood plummet.
"Why are you leaving?"
Seeing Ling Huaixu's reaction, Ling Fuying asked, "Do you really want me to stay in Zheyuan Palace?"
Ling Huaixu avoided talking about this.
"Where are you going this time?"
"I don't know." She refused to tell Ling Huaixu.
"I've said everything I wanted to say. I'll be leaving now. Also, Master Xuanmin from Dajue Zen Temple will be staying for a few days."
After saying that, Ling Fuying turned around and left without caring about Ling Huaixu's reaction.
Someone was sent to arrange accommodation for Xuan Min. He was not familiar with Zheyuan Palace, so it would be better for him to live closer to her.
Ling Fuying settled Xuanmin and Lingzhouci and returned to his own courtyard, but met Shuyu.
But she quickly looked away, and when the two were about to pass each other, Shuyu called her, "Thank you for last time."
This left Fu Ying confused.
"What?"
He refused to say anything more, but put a bottle of pills in her hand and left quickly.
When Ling Fuying saw the name of the elixir, he remembered that he had met the injured Shuyu before and fed him the elixir. He was a good child who knew how to repay his gratitude.
No wonder he fell in love at first sight because Ling Huaixu saved him.
Ling Fuying put away the bottle of medicine, pushed the door and entered the room, only to see Chen Fuxue who had teleported in.
"Master, don't ever come to my room without asking me again."
Chen Fuxue paused for a moment, but nodded in agreement. He went to hold Ling Fuying's hand, "Xiaoman, the silver flower is blooming. Do you want to come to my cave and sit for a while?"
The scenery there was indeed beautiful, but she didn't really want to go there today. "Master, let's go another day."
Hearing this, Chen Fuxue did not force her, but just held her hand.
"Master, I'm a little tired from flying all the way on the sword. Aren't you going back?"
Chen Fuxue placed her hand on Ling Fuying's arm and massaged it gently, "Why don't I give you a massage?"
"You also know this?"
"Yes, but it may be a little unfamiliar. If it's too heavy or too light, Xiaoman, please tell me."
Ling Fuying had someone serving and massaging her every day in the Three Thousand Realms, and she missed that feeling very much.
He did not refuse Chen Fuxue's initiative.
She was led by Shen Fuxue to lie down on the couch by the window, but only then did she come to her senses. It seemed strange to be massaged by Shen Fuxue like this.
But soon she was immersed in it, and Chen Fuxue's massage was just right, not too light or too heavy.
He slowly massaged Ling Fuying's forearm to her shoulders. He sat on one side, and his long hair fell beside Ling Fuying's cheek, making her feel itchy. Then, Chen Fuxue's hand held her waist and moved down along her waistline.
A tingling sensation ran through her body wherever his fingertips passed, and she tensed up. Every time he touched her, she shivered slightly.
"Are you comfortable?" Shen Fuxue asked her.
Ling Fuying couldn't tell for a moment whether he did it on purpose or she had too many distracting thoughts in her mind.
I turned my head to look at him and found that his eyes were clear and serious. I realized that I had wronged him.
"Hmm." It was indeed comfortable, but too comfortable.
Finally, he changed the place and massaged her temples with his fingers, but to do so he needed to lean over and press against her back, his body temperature seeping through her clothes. His fingers massaged lightly, and occasionally his knuckles would brush across her earlobe and her cheek, like a feather brushing across. She frantically grabbed at her sleeves, which were covered in snow.
Although it was very painful, I didn't want to stop.
It was also a massage, but when Shen Fuxue pressed on her, her body temperature inexplicably began to rise.
At first, Chen Fuxue's mind was indeed free of distractions, but for some reason, the scene he had encountered in the Three Thousand Realms flashed before his eyes.
In the hot weather, the girl was lying on the couch with a gauze covering her, her long hair spread out to the side, and she was humming from time to time because of the comfortable massage.
Chen Fuxue's fingertips were burning, and she placed her hand on Ling Fuying's calf, as carefully as if she was holding a fragile treasure.
"Press harder." Ling Fuying urged.
He increased his strength. Every time his fingers pressed down, they would sink into the soft skin of the calf, and when he released them, light pink finger marks would appear.
Chen Fuxue breathed rapidly, looking at Ling Fuyingbai's dazzling neck and her defenseless posture. He leaned over and hugged her. The emptiness in his heart was filled, and he turned his head to kiss her face.
"Chen Fuxue, where's the massage you promised me?"
Ling Fuying wanted to get up, but she was lying in this position, and he was holding her tightly from behind, so she couldn't get up at all.
He didn't say anything, but his hand reached for her skirt.
Shen Fuxue had learned many things, but this was the one he studied most seriously.
He had never experienced such a feeling before. In his eyes, no one was special. People were just people.
But later he found that it felt good to be cared for and hugged by someone, but that person could only be her.
No one else can do it.
He thought... if he could live with Xiaoman, hundreds or thousands of years would not seem so long.
He didn't understand these feelings, but he knew that without her, everything would be meaningless.
Even if she beat him and scolded him, he would accept it.
"Xiaoman."
"Xiaoman."
Chen Fuxue kept calling Ling Fuying's nickname.
…
Ling Fuying felt weak all over and gasped in his arms. His brain was almost unable to function and he looked at everything in the room with half-closed eyes.
"Xiao Man, I'll carry you to take a bath."
Ling Fuying instantly perked up, "I'll wash it myself!"
Seeing her firm attitude, Shen Fuxue promised with moist eyes, "I'll just carry you in."
Ling Fuying didn't dare to trust him anymore.
A man's mouth is a lie.
Ling Fuying allowed Chen Fuxue to leave without any hesitation, and only went to the bathroom to take a shower after he was no longer in the room.
Just as she was about to step out of the bath after washing, Ling Fuying thought of Yuchi Xianyue. Although she seemed to have no sense of his presence after he came back, she must not take it lightly.
She quickly put on her pajamas, threw back the quilt and got into bed.
She hoped that everything would go well for Ling Huaixu. She didn't want to live as Yuchi Xianyue's wife anymore.
However, everything did not develop as she had imagined. The news did not cause as much heated discussion as her marriage to Yuchi Xianyue.
Ling Huaixu decided to hold a divorce banquet, the bigger the better, to completely sever ties with the Three Thousand Realms.
Ling Fuying did not refuse when she learned about this. It would be best to make it public in a formal setting, but she did not expect Ling Huaixu to take the initiative to propose it.
If she had just released the news, her divorce from Yuchi Xianyue would not be known to everyone in the true sense. The alliance between the Three Thousand Realms and Zheyuan Palace might still exist, making other forces uncertain.
But once he showed up, the situation changed completely. It confirmed that they had divorced, and even their relationship with the Three Thousand Realms had broken down.
Could it be that Ling Huaixu already knew that Yuchi Xianyue had lost his physical body and was preparing to break up with him and attack the Three Thousand Realms?
She had no idea of the specific situation and didn't ask much. After all, it was a matter between them.
The banquet was scheduled for three days later, which made Fu Ying look forward to that day.
But when she finished her practice and stretched, she realized that better days were just around the corner.
During these three days, she accompanied Xuan Min to continue visiting Zheyuan Palace and the nearby city. Ling Zhouci had already seen it but still wanted to join in the fun, so she added Ling Huaixu and Shen Fuxue.
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Yuchi Xianyue was still unaware that Ling Fuying was going to publicly divorce him.
After disappearing for a few days, he sat in the center of a five-element formation. Golden lines gathered around his body, and endless power was injected into his soul, making his entire soul appear light golden.
The vague soul gradually became condensed with the influx of energy between heaven and earth, changing from transparent to translucent, and then gradually solidified into a solid entity.
The golden light vanished from his body. He glanced at his hands, then channeled his spiritual energy into a mirror, which reflected his face, unchanged from before. He slowly put on his robes, his lips curled as he thought of Ling Fuying's expression.
But what he didn't expect was.
What he waited for was a divorce banquet that publicly severed his marital relationship with Ling Fuying.
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