Chapter 88 Chapter 88 Clues of Hanging Out with Others
Ling Fuying left Zheyuan Palace, but Ling Huaixu's appearance lingered in her mind. Even before going to bed, she tossed and turned.
He must have hit his head.
After Yuchi Xianyue left this morning, he didn't come to harass her again. Perhaps it was because she pointed out his inferiority complex in public, and he took some medicine last night to prove himself and regain his self-esteem, so he didn't dare to come again.
This was the best, as Fu Ying breathed a sigh of relief and finally fell asleep peacefully.
Fuying thought that since Shuyu had given him a hairpin, she would not give him one again next time. However, Fuying did not expect that she would see a flower in front of the courtyard gate the next day.
No one knew where he got it from. It was light blue, similar to a lotus, but much smaller, and had a fragrant aroma. When Fu Ying picked up the flower, she noticed a noise not far away. Now that her cultivation had reached the Lingxu realm, these movements that were easily overlooked could not escape her eyes.
It was Shuyu. She glanced at the flower in her hand.
Why would he send flowers to her if he didn't follow Ling Huaixu as an adult?
"Come out, I see you." Ling Fuying spoke towards an apricot tree in the distance.
There was no response the first time, so Ling Fuying called out again, "Shuyu."
Only then did his figure appear from behind the apricot blossoms.
Ling Fuying discovered that he had grown taller and was not as thin as before. He used to be shorter than her, but now he was a head taller than her.
"Why did you give me this again?"
He still didn't answer. After meeting her gaze, he hurriedly lowered his head, his face full of awkwardness and discomfort.
"Don't you like it?" he asked.
"I've already said that what happened last time was just a matter of convenience. You don't have to repay me."
But he wanted to do this.
He finally saw her.
Seeing him like this, Ling Fuying sighed and said, "Don't send it again tomorrow. I'll accept it this time."
Shuyu did not respond, in a way he was stubborn.
She really had no experience of getting along with someone with Shuyu's personality. At least he had a much better personality than the men in the protagonist group, which made Fu Ying willing to give him a little more patience.
Besides, the flower was really beautiful. Who could refuse such a beautiful thing as a flower? The petals were covered with morning dew, and she gently turned it in her hands.
"Where did you pick this flower?" It was obvious that she picked it herself, but she had never seen this flower in Zheyuan Palace or anywhere else.
"At Canglang Peak."
I didn't expect him to be so romantic.
Seeing the love in her eyes, Shuyu's heart beat wildly, and her face flushed from cheeks to ears, "Do you want to go and see it?"
"There are plenty of them," he replied somewhat eagerly.
But the answer he got disappointed him.
"Forget it, just give it to me if you want." She would look good in the vase. Anyway, she would not stay in Zheyuan Palace for long, and he could not give it to me for a few days.
Shuyu watched her leave.
Ling Fuying suddenly had the urge to go to Chen Fuxue's cave. The silver marigolds grew on the steep slopes of the mountain. In the entire Zheyuan Palace, only Chen Fuxue's place had large areas of blooming silver marigolds.
Moreover, Chen Fuxue had not shown up last night, which seemed somewhat unusual.
She flew her sword through the clouds and reached above the sea of clouds, where she saw the silver marigolds blooming like a waterfall on the cliff.
The vines of the silver marigold grow, and the flowers are snow-white with a faint silver hue. At night, they emit a light pink light, which is like a dream. When the wind blows over, snow-white waves surge up. The fragrance is so fragrant that it has the effect of calming the mind and clearing away demonic obstacles.
Landing in front of the towering cave covered in snow, Fu Ying looked up at the layers of blooming silver marigolds, and was shocked. No matter how many times he saw it, he would be impressed by its beauty and vastness, as if he was in a fairyland.
The entire cave was so quiet that Fu Ying could occasionally hear the clear chirping of birds. The door was half-open, and she looked inside. The bed and all the belongings in the room were tidy.
She saw the small door again, which led to nowhere.
"Master?" Ling Fuying walked closer and called out, but heard no response. The door was pitch black, where did it lead to? Was Chen Fuxue hiding some secret?
Driven by curiosity, Ling Fuying walked towards the winding stairs. After passing this place, she found that her body had penetrated some barrier.
There should be a formation, but it did not prevent her from entering. The passage was not scary. As she walked in, a faint ice-blue light lit up on both sides, allowing her to clearly see the scene and structure in front of her.
The further you go in, the lower the temperature becomes, and the chill hits you in the face, mixed with the cool scent of cedar and an indescribable chill.
When she got closer and saw what was placed in the middle, she stopped and did not move forward. This thing seemed familiar.
A square box about nine feet long. Calling it a box is not quite accurate. The front end is slightly wider and higher, with slightly rounded corners, and gradually narrows towards the tail. The whole thing is crystal clear, but with a hint of blood.
The cold mist made it impossible to see what was inside. It was carved with intricate patterns, and was wrapped in a cross-shaped black rune on the outside.
When Ling Fuying approached, he suddenly realized what it looked like. It clearly looked like a coffin.
Why did Chen Fuxue place an ice coffin in this room? Ling Fuying no longer wanted to find out what was inside. She turned around and left, terrified of all this.
But she heard a loud bang, and her hand was grabbed by a cold hand. She felt dizzy and fell into the ice coffin.
She pressed the cold person under her, her heart pounding, only to find that this person was Chen Fuxue, but his eyes were closed, and it seemed that he had pulled her in unintentionally.
The coffin lid above her head suddenly closed, and she felt cramped in an instant. The thought that this was a coffin made her hair stand on end and she felt creepy.
The air seemed to be blocked by the coffin lid. She subconsciously wanted to leave this small and enclosed space, but she pushed the lid with her hands but it didn't move at all.
It was extremely cold here, so she used her spiritual power to wrap her body to resist the cold.
The snow-covered hair and face were covered with white frost. He did not look like a living person, but more like an exquisite corpse that had died in the extreme cold and snow for a thousand years and had not decayed.
But if you ignore the big hand he held tightly around her.
"Master?" Ling Fuying roughly knew what happened to him. Perhaps it was the cold poison that had taken effect, but the place he was in was too creepy.
Her repeated calls finally made Shen Fuxue respond, and she opened her cold silver-grey eyes.
After a long time, his vision regained focus and fell firmly on Ling Fuying's face.
Ling Fuying's heart beat heavily the moment he opened his eyes. At this moment, there was no emotion in his eyes, he was so cold and ruthless, as if he was born without any emotions.
It was at this moment that she realized that everything she had experienced with Shen Fuxue during this period was like a dream. But soon, the ice and snow in Shen Fuxue's eyes melted, reflecting Ling Fuying's shadow, as gentle and clear as the spring water in March.
Without waiting for Ling Fuying to say anything, Chen Fuxue tilted his head back in the narrow ice coffin to kiss her lips, but he was quickly pushed away.
Can God please look at this place? Is this a good place for flirting? Ling Fuying hurriedly said, "I want to go out."
Chen Fuxue lay back down, but kept her arm around Ling Fuying's waist. "Xiaoman, this is where I grew up. I'm very happy that you can come."
Did she come here by herself? It was clearly Shen Fuxue who dragged her into this place. Shen Fuxue's face was full of satisfaction at this moment. She hesitated again and again, "Master, let's go out and talk."
But Chen Fuxue automatically ignored these words. He could only feel safe in the ice coffin and Ling Fuying's arms, and her coming made his satisfaction reach its peak.
His heart was beating violently and he was filled with joy. Above his head was the bloody coffin lid and on his body was Xiaoman's fair little face. His hand gently slid across her arm and easily held it in his palm.
Ling Fuying hunched her shoulders and subconsciously tried to avoid him, but he held her down.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
She noticed Chen Fuxue's abnormality, but he did not respond to her words.
While she was thinking, Shen Fuxue held the back of her head, preventing her from leaving, and continued to kiss her.
This kiss was more passionate than any before. She was totally unable to resist and stretched out her hand desperately, but she could only touch the ice coffin, which was icy cold.
When Ling Fuying looked up, he could see the outline of a blood-red translucent ice coffin from inside, and there seemed to be the sound of bells coming from it.
Some of the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio that she had read before appeared before her eyes. Her heart was in her throat and she was afraid. At the same time, she felt the heat and tingling when Chen Fuxue touched her.
However, she couldn't use her skills here, so Chen Fuxue carried her out of the ice coffin.
Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she was pressed down on the ice coffin. The cold air penetrated her clothes and her back felt cold. It would have been fine if she was just cold, but what she was pressing down on was... a coffin.
Before she could speak, Shen Fuxue put a blanket under her to block out the cold.
"etc!"
…
She stopped it, but only halfway.
Ling Fuying lay on the ice coffin, and Shen Fuxue's broad body behind her embraced her half-naked back and carried her out of the secret room.
Her body was still trembling slightly, and she hadn't fully recovered until she touched the soft bed, and her heart finally settled down.
But in a trance, he saw Shen Fuxue leaning towards him, and immediately sat up, staring at him vigilantly.
At this time, Chen Fuxue had regained some of his rationality. Thinking of what had just happened, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt guilty. "Xiaoman, if you don't like it, I won't do it next time."
Ling Fuying's clothes had already been crumpled beyond recognition. Looking down at the marks on her body, she sighed inwardly and decided that she had no choice but to change her clothes.
"I haven't seen you wear it before. Is it a new dress?" Shen Fuxue's fingers picked up Ling Fuying's goose yellow sleeve, which was embroidered with blooming kerria flowers.
"Yeah, a new dress." She was wearing it for the first time today and had to change it before she had even worn it for a day.
Shen Fuxue saw the annoyance in her eyes, approached her and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, Xiaoman, I didn't mean it."
But sometimes I can't control myself when facing her.
Ling Fuying's cheeks flushed slightly, "I don't blame you."
"Then let me dress you, Xiaoman." Chen Fuxue took out a skirt of the same color as the one she was wearing, and the fabric was better than the one she was wearing.
She recalled everything that had just happened and snatched the clothes from his hands. "I'll put them on myself. You go out first."
When Ling Fuying dressed and went out, Chen Fuxue was looking at the silver marigolds on the cliff. He turned around and said, "Xiaoman, the silver marigolds are blooming. Are they beautiful?"
"It's beautiful." It's a scenery that you never get tired of looking at.
Chen Fuxue hugged Ling Fuying in his arms and said, "In the past, I was the only one watching. Few people came. But at first, Xiaoman, you would come up, but for some reason, you suddenly stopped coming."
As Ling Fuying listened, she realized that he was talking about what happened when she first became his disciple.
Her adoptive father never thought about how close her relationship would be with Shen Fuxue, their nominal master. He just wanted to give her more support and more confidence so that people wouldn't look down on her or bully her.
He also reminded himself of this before becoming Shen Fuxue's disciple. His relationship with her depended on her own feelings. If she wanted to be close to him, then she could go. If she didn't want to, no one would blame her.
This was also the reason why she tried to get close to him at first, but found that Chen Fuxue was extremely indifferent and showed no concern for her, so she did not come to him again.
"You actually care about this?" Fu Ying was surprised. He seldom spoke to her and had no reaction to the gifts she gave him. Her presence or absence should have made no difference to him at that time.
"You are the only one who showed up for me."
She came suddenly and left quietly.
"Do you remember who I was then?"
"You are my disciple. Your name is Ling Fuying, and your nickname is Xiaoman. Ling Chongshan gave you this name in the hope that you will live a happy and fulfilling life."
Chen Fuxue's behavior at that time made Ling Fuying think that he didn't even know her name.
Fu Ying was shocked that a transparent little cannon fodder like her could leave a trace in Shen Fuxue's memory.
"So, Xiaoman, why don't you come?"
Chen Fuxue took out the sword tassel sachet, the Dongzhu hairpin that she had given her, and a wrinkled object that was almost unrecognizable.
She almost forgot about these things. After all, they were bought, not made by herself, so naturally she didn't have a deep impression of them.
"This is something you gave me before. I've been keeping it well."
This shocked Fu Ying again.
"Then...what is this?"
Shen Fuxue's expression was slightly stiff, and after a brief hesitation, he said, "This is a honey cake."
Ling Fuying then remembered that she once went to Chen Fuxue with her favorite cakes while eating them to cultivate the relationship between master and disciple. She really couldn't eat any more, so she gave him a piece.
She is indeed a bit stingy when it comes to food, especially her favorites.
"Why do you keep these?"
"This is what you gave me." Shen Fuxue blurted out without thinking.
"Master, were you actually quite satisfied with me as your disciple at that time?"
“I wanted you to come over,” was his only reply, “but you never came back.”
Why did he look so desolate like a lonely old man? It seemed that she had misunderstood Chen Fuxue. His cold and inviolable appearance was too aggressive and intimidating.
But she always felt something was wrong.
【system. 】
[I'm here, host, what can I do for you?] The system's tone was very flattering.
Ever since she slept with Yuchi Xianyue, the system was so happy that it wanted to hum songs in her ears every day.
"Didn't you say that I was just a transparent cannon fodder before, and wouldn't leave much of an impression on the protagonist?"
He was looking forward to her coming and treasured all the things she gave him. No matter how she thought about it, it seemed extremely strange.
[That's reasonable, but the world is ever-changing, and the system can't guarantee anything.]
Ling Fuying: ...
[Host, there's something I forgot to tell you. You've already collected all the protagonists' beloved kisses. Originally, they could cure the fire poison in your body, but since you've already obtained the Nine Tribulations Jade, it's no longer meaningful. However, as a reward, I can grant you a small wish, but it needs to be within a reasonable range.]
Let me think about it.
This reminded Ling Fuying of what Ling Huaixu had done yesterday. The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.
Doesn’t he like Chen Fuxue? Why does he kiss her?
"Xiaoman, the silver marigolds are more beautiful at night. Do you... want to stay?"
If I stayed... I would definitely have to follow his lead again and be pushed onto the couch by him, half coaxing and half seducing her.
So, she didn't give herself the chance to be fooled.
I came here originally to see the flowers, but ended up wasting the whole morning with him. It's true that as Chen Fuxue said, practicing dual cultivation with him has many benefits, but I can't rely too much on this method of cultivation.
When Ling Fuying returned, she saw Ling Huaixu sitting in her room at a glance. She was a little afraid to see him, so she turned around and wanted to leave, but stopped again.
It happened that Ling Huaixu also saw her at this time. He had already checked the house to make sure that no new traces belonging to Yuchi Xianyue were found.
He even turned over the quilt in advance and searched carefully to make sure that he didn't smell any other scent. Only then did the gloom on his face gradually dissipate.
"Ling Huaixu, who allowed you to come in and out of my room as you please?"
"Now I can't even come to you? You don't want to see me that much?"
Is this the same thing? Besides, she really doesn't want to see him.
Ling Fuying had just returned from Chen Fuxue and was a little tired, so he had no intention of arguing with him about this.
But the thought of her hanging out with Shen Fuxue, coupled with Ling Huaixu's strange attitude yesterday, made her a little uneasy.
Ling Huaixu understood her better than anyone else to some extent and did not miss the fleeting nervousness in her eyes.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
Ling Huaixu observed Ling Fuying carefully. Although he didn't want to find any clues that she was having an affair with Yuchi Xianyue, he couldn't help but search for it.
Ling Fuying was pressed against the ice coffin by Chen Fuxue, but she didn't do it to the end, and not many marks were left on the front. She pursed her lips subconsciously.
The time should be almost up by now, but she was not sure if she could hide it from Ling Huaixu's eyes.
He had never been close to the girl, so he shouldn't be able to see these things. She felt a little relieved.
But she underestimated how sensitive men could be sometimes.
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