Chapter 91 Chapter 91 He was so happy that she didn't refuse
Ling Zhouci's eyes were already moist. Everyone could be close to Ling Fuying, except him. It was so hard for him to be alone with her. Perhaps this was a chance God had given him.
Now he has completely understood that he likes Ling Fuying. He has experienced the feeling of not being able to get what he wants over and over again during this period of time. There are many people around her, and every one of them is better than him. They are healthy and have high cultivation levels, but he is the only one who is sick and weak.
Perhaps the only thing he had to offer was his looks, but Ling Zhouci was not sure whether this could keep her and make her look at him more.
So he held down Ling Fuying's body, held her back to protect it from the pool wall, and kissed her with all his might. Only then could he touch her and get close to her without restraint.
She appeared in front of him countless times when he was in the most difficult times. If she had been there, would his body not have become what it is now?
Ling Zhouci was not actually born weak as everyone said. Instead, he was only half a month old when he was born and fell on the coldest night due to the servants' negligence in taking care of him. No one noticed him the whole night and he was frozen into this state.
The cold air entered his body and injured his leg. From then on, his health deteriorated rapidly and he almost died. From then on, he needed to take elixirs every day to stay alive.
As for why the servants were like this, it all came down to the fact that their masters didn't pay much attention to them, so they naturally didn't take it seriously, which led to a situation that was already difficult to recover.
Ling Zhouci's mother was born with a weak constitution and died shortly after giving birth to her. Thus, he became the root cause of his mother's death and the outlet for Ling Zhouyan's emotions.
He was hated and ignored by his father, but later Ling Zhouyan gradually changed his attitude towards him.
Perhaps he heard from others that Ling Zhouci looked more and more like his mother, perhaps it was because he must have an offspring, perhaps he could use him to gain a good reputation, or perhaps it was because of his neglect that Ling Zhouci fell on the bed and no one noticed, causing him to become ill.
Ling Zhouyan searched all over the world for famous doctors, spent a lot of money to find medicine for Ling Zhouci, and sent a group of servants to take care of him, all because Ling Zhouci was like his mother.
Ling Zhouyan seemed to love his wife very much, but if he loved her, he let her take the risk of getting pregnant despite her sick body, and even let her give birth to the child in her belly.
Ling Zhouci may appear proud, but he harbors a deep sense of inferiority. He may seem noble, doted on by his father, but he's nothing more than a dispensable person. This inferiority complex is impossible to conceal when facing Ling Fuying. He's lost in the unbearable memories of the past, but gradually Ling Fuying's voice awakens him and pulls him out of his memories.
He looked up at Ling Fuying in a daze.
Gradually, the effect of the medicine took effect, and his legs became itchy and painful, so painful that he almost lost consciousness.
He looked particularly fragile at this moment, his handsome long eyebrows were furrowed, and his face, which was pale due to the pain, turned abnormally red due to the heat.
This made him rely on Ling Fuying even more. His weak arms felt like iron hoops. "Ling Fuying, it hurts so much, it hurts so much."
"Kiss me, kiss me and the pain will go away." Ling Zhouci shed tears, his tears were hotter than the spring water, making Fu Ying's heart fluctuate with his crying. His thoughts were like a broken thread, and they were a little unclear.
"Does this hurt so much?" Ling Fuying couldn't help but ask.
"It really hurts." He rubbed it against Ling Fuying's lips, as if it were a magic medicine to relieve the pain.
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After all this commotion, the moon was already at its highest point in the sky when they returned to the building. They ordered Fuying to help Ling Zhouci onto the bed.
Ling Zhouci leaned weakly on the couch, everything that had just happened flashing through his mind. He was a little afraid to look directly at Ling Fuying, "Thank you for your help."
Thinking of what he had shouted, he secretly regretted it, but he couldn't help but look at Ling Fuying's reaction. She didn't seem to care much and her expression was normal.
The enthusiasm in his heart was instantly extinguished by cold water. He grabbed Ling Fuying's sleeve. Never before had he had such a strong desire to recover, at least to be able to stand up and stand by her.
Ling Fuying was about to leave when he found his sleeve being pulled. He went to see Ling Zhouci and said weakly, "Tell me, will I get better?"
It would be better not to discourage him at this time, Ling Fuying advised: "It will definitely be fine."
"If I get better, will you..." Do you like me?
"What?"
Ling Zhouci stopped answering. Under the soft candlelight, his eyelashes grew longer and longer, and his whole body was as beautiful as delicate and fragile white porcelain. He knew that he would not get the answer he wanted from Ling Fuying, so he didn't look at her again. "You should go back and rest."
Ling Fuying left, and he watched her back disappear from his sight.
Ling Zhouci was not sleepy tonight. She looked at the moonlight outside the window and got up by holding the edge of the bed.
It was not known whether it was the effect of the acupuncture and spiritual spring given by the Valley Master, but Ling Zhouci's once weak legs regained some strength. He actually moved slowly to the door of Ling Fuying's room without relying on a wheelchair and gently pushed it open.
The girl on the bed was sleeping on her side, and only the back of her head could be seen, but it inexplicably made people feel calm and peaceful.
Ling Zhouci sat down beside the bed, leaned over and looked at her seriously. At this moment, he actually had the idea of staying here forever. In this way, there would only be him and Ling Fuying, without Chen Fuxue, Xuan Min, and Yuchi Xianyue.
Ling Zhouci looked at her for a while, tucked the corner of the quilt for her, and then turned away contentedly.
After lying down, he thought that he must seize the time. It would be much more difficult for him to be alone with Ling Fuying after leaving the valley. After all, there were wolves surrounding him outside.
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Today Ling Zhouci will continue to give acupuncture at the valley master's bamboo building, and Ling Fuying has some free time to stroll around Huichun Valley.
This place seemed boundless and endless. She planned to ask the Valley Master about the whereabouts of the Seven-Leaf Glazed Grass after Lingzhou Ci's acupuncture treatment was finished today.
Looking at the scenery around her, she received another message. When she opened it, she saw a series of good messages from different people, namely Chen Fuxue, Ling Huaixu and Xuan Min.
Ling Fuying looked at Xuan Min's first, and only then did she know that Chen Fuxue and Ling Huaixu had also come, and they met at the entrance of Huichun Valley.
She frowned. She could guess Shen Fuxue, but she didn't expect Ling Huaixu to follow.
His behavior has been really strange lately.
Ling Fuying replied to Xuan Min, but ignored Chen Fuxue and Ling Huaixu.
Not receiving a reply, Chen Fuxue and Ling Huaixu thought that perhaps Huichun Valley was located in another space and could not be contacted through the communication stone.
He comforted himself like this for a while, but he heard movement from Xuan Min's side. His eyes softened, and the next second after he sent the message, he received more news.
Chen Fuxue and Ling Huaixu stared at him closely, perhaps it was not news about Xiaoman.
But they knew in their hearts that they were only deceiving themselves.
Ling Huaixu didn't have many other feelings except for feeling depressed. He didn't know what happened between Xuan Min and Ling Fuying, but Chen Fuxue knew it very well. He even went to Xuan Min for this, so his mood was much worse than Ling Huaixu's.
Even though he hated Xuan Min in his heart, he was worried about Ling Fuying's safety, so he could only ask him indifferently: "How is Xiaoman now?"
"Young Master Lingzhou is currently receiving acupuncture treatment from the Valley Master. He will need a few days to leave. The specific time is yet to be determined."
Chen Fuxue couldn't help but think of the intimacy between Ling Zhouci and Ling Fuying at Dragon Ridge Peak. It was hard not to guess what Ling Zhouci was thinking. Now that there were only the two of them in Huichun Valley, Chen Fuxue was worried.
At this time, Ling Huaixu also realized that the relationship between this eminent monk of Dajue Zen Temple and Ling Fuying was much closer than he had imagined.
But when he thought that this person was a monk, he felt that he was worrying too much. What could happen between a monk and Ling Fuying? He was really crazy.
The atmosphere between the three was extremely tense. Yufeng pretended to be dead while holding his sword, fearing that he would be implicated. He silently waited for his young master to return safely.
He naturally hoped that his young master would get what he wished for and marry the beauty, but he was also afraid that something might really happen and he would be torn apart by these two as soon as he came out.
Master Xuan Min doesn't have to worry, after all, he is a very kind person, but it is hard to say about Chen Fuxue and Ling Huaixu, especially now that Daluo Continent is no longer what it used to be, and this is still in the territory of the Southern Region.
The young master should take it easy. He has clearly realized that when facing Ling Fuying, his young master is like a peacock with its tail spread out. If there is no one else around, who knows what will happen when the two of them are alone.
Yufeng deliberately took a few steps back, trying to prevent others from looking at him.
Ling Huaixu and Shen Fuxue both knew that only those with predestined fate could enter the Spring Valley this time. There was no way to force their way in, so they could only keep looking for opportunities.
Ling Huaixu, who was standing with his arms folded, looked at Chen Fuxue and asked, "Why is the Immortal Lord here too?"
He had long wanted to ask, what was the meaning of Chen Fuxue, as a master, always chasing after his apprentice? Moreover, the apprentice was a female one, which made Huai Xu vaguely feel that something was wrong, but he felt that he was overthinking it. After all, the relationship between the two of them was not much better than strangers.
Chen Fuxue wanted to ask why he couldn't come, but when he remembered that Ling Huaixu was Ling Fuying's elder brother and his future brother-in-law, he softened his tone and said, "I'm worried about Xiaoman."
Ling Fuying, who they were worried about, had already entered the bamboo building. Ling Zhouci had finished her acupuncture practice today. After he left, she began to ask the Valley Master about the Seven-Leaf Glaze Grass.
She had thought it would take some time, but the Valley Master was truly an open-minded person with no desires or demands. Upon hearing her purpose, he gently agreed to give her the Seven-Leaf Glaze Grass without any hesitation.
"The girl looked very surprised." Valley Master Luo asked with a smile.
"It's just that the Valley Master is so indifferent and kind that I feel ashamed of myself."
"Young lady, there's no need to underestimate yourself. The merits I've accumulated over the past hundred years are not as great as yours. Besides, I don't always agree to all your requests. Just consider it a chance encounter and a welcome gift for you."
Merit... He should be referring to the incident in Ulan City. He had just come out of seclusion and knew all this. This matter was originally a secret between her and the system.
Fu Ying was secretly frightened, but he felt a little relieved when he realized that the Valley Master had no ill intentions.
He pondered for a while, "The preservation process of Seven-Leaf Glaze Grass is complicated. I will give it to you before I leave."
"Thank you, Valley Master."
"You are too polite, young lady. Today, I have observed that Young Master Lingzhou's health has begun to improve. I believe he will be able to leave the valley in a few days."
The ease with which she obtained the Seven-Leaf Glaze Grass far exceeded her imagination, which made Fu Ying think about it and decide to give the Valley Master a small gift in return. It was not very precious, just a small medicine bottle, but it could preserve the medicinal properties of the elixir to the greatest extent.
The Valley Master accepted it without any refusals. This gift really touched his heart.
When Ling Fuying returned, Ling Zhouci was not sitting in a wheelchair, but walking around holding the door frame. He really wanted to ask her why she went to see the Valley Master, but such a tone sounded too much like an interrogation.
"Are you ill?"
"No, I just need a spiritual herb, so I asked the Valley Master." This was not a secret that could not be told, so Ling Fuying did not hide it from Ling Zhouci.
Seeing her frank expression, Ling Zhouci felt relieved and did not ask any more questions.
Ling Fuying sat at the table under the eaves, "Young Master, the Valley Master said that your health is improving and you will be able to leave the valley soon."
She and Ling Zhouci did not have any deep hatred, and they had been together for a while. Although his words were sometimes harsh, there was no big problem overall. If he could get better, Ling Fuying would naturally be happy for him.
Ling Zhouci only nodded lightly. He naturally hoped that he could get better, but he relied on his weak body to get close to Ling Fuying. Her weakness was that she would be soft-hearted and not tough. If he were completely well, would it be a luxury for him to even get along with her like this now?
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
"By the way, are you going to soak in the spiritual spring?" Ling Fuying asked casually.
When Ling Zhouci mentioned this, her face turned slightly red, and Fu Ying's gaze swept over him like her delicate hands. He tensed his body and his throat felt a little dry.
"Um."
Ling Fuying didn't notice his thoughts and treated him as a patient. She glanced at Ling Zhouci's legs and asked, "You're not in a wheelchair today?"
"I thought walking more would help me get better faster."
"So are you going to Lingquan on foot as well?"
"I want to try it."
Ling Fuying took the initiative to go over and hold his arm to prevent him from falling.
Perhaps it was because she was once bedridden and even getting up and walking was a luxury, so she was happier than she had imagined to see Ling Zhouci standing up.
Everything is getting better. Now she has escaped the fate of being cannon fodder and is about to get the Seven-Leaf Glaze Grass. Yuchi Xianyue has not bothered her for some time, although she doesn't know the reason.
Being supported by Ling Fuying, Ling Zhouci turned his head to meet her bright eyes and almost forgot to walk.
"What are you looking at?" Ling Fuying was puzzled.
Ling Zhouci hurriedly looked away.
This time it went more smoothly. Ling Fuying helped Ling Zhouci sit by the spiritual spring, while she sat down with her back to him and looked at the flowers and plants around her.
In the entire world of immortal cultivation, there are still many places she has never been to and customs and practices she has never experienced. As for her cultivation level, she has now reached the Lingxu realm, and is already considered a big figure in the world of immortal cultivation. However, she thought of Yuchi Xianyue and hoped that he would not appear again.
As for the strategy mission mentioned by the system, it has never been her goal.
Ling Fuying heard a faint groan coming from behind him and knew that Ling Zhouci was in pain again, but there was no better way.
"Young Master, are you okay?" Ling Fuying spoke to him, trying to divert his attention.
"Ling Fuying, I'm in pain..."
He bit his lips almost until they bled, and beads of sweat mixed into the spiritual spring.
"Well, you can only bear with it." Ling Fuying had no choice.
However, his words of kissing him yesterday kept ringing in his ears, which made Fu Ying stop himself from letting his thoughts run wild.
Anyway, it was impossible for her to attack a weak person.
But sometimes people always get slapped in the face.
The muffled groans behind her gradually faded away, and the chaotic shouts that disturbed her thoughts also disappeared, leaving only the slightest gasp.
"It's time." Ling Fuying reminded softly.
Ling Zhouci's weak and hoarse voice came, "I don't have the strength."
It was the same thing yesterday. Ling Fuying understood and turned around to walk over. He found Ling Zhouci sitting by the spiritual spring in a thin and wet pajamas. He had not changed his clothes yet. Ling Fuying used his spiritual power to dry them directly. It was just a simple thing.
"Then shall I help you up?" Ling Fuying secretly regretted not pushing the wheelchair over. He looked so weak now that it would be difficult for him to go back.
But when she reached out to help him, Ling Zhouci dragged her down into the flowers beside her. The ground was soft grass and it didn't hurt. She could even smell the fragrance of the flowers and see the starry sky above her head.
The lingering fragrance makes people feel peaceful, as if falling into a beautiful fairyland.
But this was obviously not right. Ling Fuying wanted to stand up, but Ling Zhouci came up to him and held Ling Fuying's face. "Ling Fuying."
Breathing in the fragrance of the crushed petals and being so close to her, Ling Zhouci could no longer suppress his emotions. He didn't want to care what Ling Fuying would think of him.
"Ling Fuying, you know." He leaned close to her ear and whispered. His clothes opened up due to the movement, revealing a beautiful view.
"You know what I mean."
Ling Fuying was confused by his sudden action.
She had no idea what he was going to say.
Seeing her confused face, Ling Zhouci felt even more hurt and held her hand tightly. Didn't she even understand why he had been doing this lately?
Ling Zhouci thought she knew, but was just pretending to be ignorant.
Isn’t it very clear what it means to kiss someone?
Ling Zhouci was furious and took advantage of Ling Fuying's distraction to bite her lips, but the bite was very light.
At this time, Ling Fuying was still brainstorming, and was brought back to her senses by the bite. But before she could wake up for long, Ling Zhouci loosened her dress.
This made Fu Ying realize that there might be something wrong with his brain.
Smelling the faint floral fragrance, she actually watched Ling Zhouci's movements without pushing him away. She felt light all over and nothing seemed real.
Ling Zhouci's eyelashes, stained with tears, trembled violently as he moved with difficulty but with great effort.
He was very tired, extremely tired, but the joy in his heart far outweighed the fatigue and infinitely stimulated his potential.
He wanted Ling Fuying to like him.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and smiled in her ear, "Ling Fuying, I'm so happy..."
So glad she didn't reject him.
"Order Fu Ying, Order Fu Ying..."
Ling Fuying's mind was confused by his thoughts, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. The petals that she had randomly grabbed into her palm had been crushed by her, and a slightly bitter yet sweet fragrance filled her nose.
"Do you... feel comfortable?"
Although Ling Zhouci had very little strength left, he still forced himself to pay attention to her reaction. Seeing her frown, he stopped and asked carefully.
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The author has something to say: The elder brother who thought that his love rival was only Yuchi Xianyue, didn't know that there were four male guests standing in his way. He was so angry that he died haha
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