I will never regret it.
When Yi Shen was comforting Wu Qi, his voice was so soft that even with his ears strained, Master Sun could barely hear him. He didn't know exactly how Yi Shen had managed to comfort Wu Qi, but in any case, he managed to stop Wu Qi from crying.
Wu Qi raised his head, a few tears still lingering in his smiling eyes, like a clever mountain deer drenched in rain. Anyone who saw him would frown and ask, "Why are you crying all of a sudden?"
She was a likable person by nature, and her appearance was second to none. Just those smiling eyes alone were enough to make anyone not like her. Today, her crying wasn't a loud wail, but rather a sign of remorse after realizing her mistake.
With a lingering sense of guilt.
Yi Shen wiped away Wu Qi's tears and said gently, "Don't cry."
Master Sun was puzzled upon hearing this. Yi Shen was one of his prized students, usually with a cold face, like a celestial being who drank dew. How could he be so gentle and soft-spoken when coaxing his beloved?
Wu Qi nodded sullenly.
Master Sun knew he should say something, and when he did, his tone was as cold and hard as ever. He paused for a moment, hesitated for a long time, then cleared his throat and said, "Alright, Yaoling."
This time, he was much gentler than before, at least that's what he thought.
Wu Qi originally intended to use the immunity token on Master Sun, as if the Master had entrusted the immunity token to her. Who would have thought that she would actually use it.
There's only one get-out-of-jail-free card. She used it, so Master Sun naturally can't use it anymore. He lost his life for no reason.
Master Sun continued in what he considered a gentle voice, "If I were you, I would do the same."
If he were Wu Qi, he would have done the same, using his immunity to exchange for someone else's next move. He didn't think Wu Qi was reckless; on the contrary, Wu Qi was calmer and more considerate of the bigger picture than he had imagined.
He had thought she was obsessed with halberds and loved researching weapons, but now he suddenly realized that Wu Qi had an immeasurable future, but was still young.
I wonder if I'll ever see the day when Wu Qi becomes famous throughout the world.
Wu Qi stopped crying. Master Sun took some candy from the drawer and gave it to Wu Qi. Just as he was about to say a few words of encouragement to her, he saw her smiling eyes, which were red from crying, and then stopped, only saying, "Yao Ling, go back and get some rest."
Wu Qi said, "Yes, Master."
Although she agreed, she did not rest. After leaving Cizi Pavilion, she went to Yue Du Camp.
Whether it was Wei Si's deliberate arrangement or not, Zhao Xiwei worked under Wu Qi and had to obey her orders. However, Wu Qi did not trust Zhao Xiwei and never let her into his chambers.
Now that the development of the cannon has reached a critical stage, Wu Qi dares not be careless. Before leaving, she will lock the room. There is only one key, which is in her hands. Moreover, even if she is there, she will never allow Zhao Xiwei to enter her room.
During this time, Wu Qi would often pick up a book and read in her spare time, hoping to glean some clues about the "crystal wall" from the wisdom of the ancients. However, she did not gain any knowledge. Nevertheless, she was quite content and would occasionally mutter to herself, "What exactly did the fairy who flew to the moon ride?"
People always regard flying to the moon as mythology, fairies riding the clouds and mist, and swords that can cut through iron like mud. Anything that cannot be achieved in the world today, people can't help but fantasize about, and occasionally when they look at the sky, they can't help but ask, "What's up in the sky?"
The question was raised, then speculation ensued, and finally, it was reduced to mythology.
Myths originate from fantasy, and fantasy is rooted in life.
Like a crystal wall.
It is as transparent as glass, yet indestructible.
Wu Qi shook his head smugly and sighed, "It seems I have no choice but to be recorded in history! There has never been anyone like me in the past few hundred years! I wonder if future generations will praise me in the next few hundred years!"
She can develop "crystal walls" and also "cannon scales".
She is confident.
Not hearing Yi Shen's voice made Wu Qi feel uneasy. She turned around and saw that Yi Shen had already fallen asleep.
He sat on the couch, still in his nightgown and with his hair disheveled, the light streaming through the window falling on his hands. Wu Qi rose, drew the curtains, and the light on his hands vanished, leaving him in a serene stillness.
Wu Qi squatted down beside him, staring at him, and thought to himself, "Yi Shen, he really has been good-looking since he was a child."
It is often said that if a person is good-looking when they are young, they will not be unattractive when they grow up; if they are not good-looking when they are young, it doesn't matter, they will become more and more beautiful as they grow up.
No one knows who started this saying, but people always treat these common sayings as gospel. When they see Yi Shen as a child, they first praise him a couple of times, then sigh and say, "What a pity, I wonder what he'll look like when he grows up..."
The tone of her voice suggested she already foresaw what a monstrous figure Yi Shen would become when he grew up, which Wu Qi disliked intensely. At that time, she wasn't even as tall as Yi Shen, and she stood in front of him, saying, "How do you know that Brother Weichong will grow up to be ugly?"
Those people chuckled, completely disregarding the child's words, and replied dismissively, "That's how it is for everyone; people who are good-looking when they're young often become ugly when they grow up."
Wu Qi said, "If someone is good-looking when they are young, praise them when they are young; if someone is good-looking when they grow up, praise them when they grow up! Brother Weichong is already so good-looking now, so please praise him a few times. Why do you say that Brother Weichong will become ugly?"
Children are always serious, and Wu Qi was no exception.
She said with a serious face, "Who said that? I don't like to hear it, and neither does Brother Weichong. Don't say such things in front of me and him!"
Seeing that Xiao Wuqi had become serious, everyone laughed and joked, "Perhaps, Young Master Yi will be handsome when he grows up..."
Wu Qi said, "So what if he's handsome? So what if he's not? You all think Brother Weichong isn't handsome, but I think he's the most handsome person in the world, and no one can compare to him!"
"You guys are always saying this person is ugly and that person is beautiful, it's so annoying!"
Wu Qi had no idea what expression Yi Shen behind him was making. He said whatever came to mind, and even regretted not having read more books so he could have used classical allusions to refute Yi Shen.
Seeing the grim expressions on everyone's faces, Xiao Wuqi, fearing that Yi Shen would be hurt, turned around and glanced at Yi Shen. Unexpectedly, Yi Shen just stared straight at him.
Those beautiful eyes were filled with Xiao Wuqi.
After the argument, everyone kept thinking about Yi Shen's appearance, waiting for him to become uglier and uglier, and then stand in front of him and Wu Qi, saying with an air of superiority: "See? He was handsome when he was young, but he'll grow up to be ugly!"
What's ugly about Ke Yi Shen?
It's obvious that it gets better as it gets longer.
In Wu Qi's memory, there wasn't a single day when he looked bad.
She's beautiful, more beautiful than everyone else.
Thinking of this, Wu Qi looked at the sleeping Yi Shen and smiled, "Now, no one in the capital says Yi Shen is ugly anymore. When he was little, many people said that Yi Shen would become ugly when he grew up."
Wu Qi gently poked Yi Shen's hand, then paused, thinking to himself, "Did I like Yi Shen's face this much when I was little?"
Thinking about it again, it seems to be true...
Yi Shen, who knew nothing, slept for a while. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wu Qi pull open his collar, revealing his collarbone, holding a pen in his hand, and occasionally tilting his head to look at the mirror on the table.
Moreover, there was a patch of red on her collarbone.
Was he injured again?
Yi Shen hurriedly got up and walked in before he saw that the red patch on his collarbone was actually ink.
Wu Qi held the pen, looked up at Yi Shen, and said, "Didn't I say before that if I left a scar, I would draw a red plum blossom here? I want to try it in front of the mirror first and see how it looks."
Yi Shen took her pen and placed it on her desk. Seeing the ink on her desk, he picked her up and said, "This ink is hard to remove."
The ink on Wu Qi's collarbone can be washed away with water, but the ink on her table is different. Although it is harmless, once you write with it, it will be difficult to remove for life.
Wu Qi said, "Why would I let it wash off? Every time it comes off, I have to repaint it, which is a hassle! Hey, Yi Shen, didn't we agree that you would draw it?"
Looking in the mirror, he painted a red plum blossom on his body, using ink that was difficult to erase. Just thinking about it, one can tell that this was a difficult task. Otherwise, Wu Qi would not have used ink that could be washed away with water to practice first.
If it were Yi Shen who drew it, it would be much easier.
Yi Shen held her for a long time before finally asking, "Have you thought it through?"
Wu Qi said, "I've thought it through."
Yi Shen asked again, "No regrets?"
Wu Qi replied, "Absolutely not."
"Okay." Yi Shen lightly pecked her cheek, then helped her sit on the table, picked up a damp handkerchief, and said, "Loosen your collar a little."
Knowing that Yi Shen wanted to wipe the ink off his collarbone, Wu Qi immediately pulled his collar open further, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Is it alright now?"
"Loosen it a little more," Yi Shen said.
"Oh, okay." Wu Qi pulled down his collar, revealing his shoulder, looked at Yi Shen, and asked, "How about this? Is it alright?"
The two were standing too close, so Yi Shen gently kissed her shoulder before saying, "That's enough."
The handkerchief was wrung out after being soaked in water; it didn't drip, and it carried a slight coolness that dispelled some of the heat. Wu Qi turned his head to look at it and saw a pair of beautiful hands holding the handkerchief. Upon closer inspection, his fingertips were still slightly damp.
To get a better look at Yi Shen's movements, Wu Qi shifted his body.
Yi Shen put his arm around her waist and said, "Don't move."
He wasn't really holding her around the waist; it was more like he was encircling Wu Qi in his arms, restraining her and preventing her from moving around.
After wiping the area clean, the handkerchief was stained red, and Yi Shen's hands were also stained with some red. He kissed Wu Qi's lips and said, "Sit still, I'm going to wash my hands."
He washed his hands much more slowly than before, as if he wanted to clean each finger thoroughly.
When Yi Shen returned after washing up, Wu Qi had already prepared the ink. He picked up the pen and stared at Wu Qi's collarbone. The injury had healed, and just as the physician had said, it had left a scar, but it was a small, whitish scar that was not noticeable unless you looked closely.
He then asked, "You really don't regret it?"
Wu Qi kissed him and said, "Absolutely not! I won't regret it!!"
Yi Shen picked up the pen, hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to paint the red plum blossoms. After a while, he picked up the pen again, but just as he was about to start painting, he stopped.
Seeing this, Wu Qi smiled and comforted him, "Anyway, this ink is hard to erase. Even if you write the two characters 'Yi Shen,' I'd be willing. However, I prefer flowers to characters."
After she finished speaking, she waited patiently for a while before Yi Shen started writing.
He held onto the table, drawing each stroke very slowly.
Wu Qi tilted her head back to make it easier for Yi Shen to paint. She couldn't see, but she felt a strong itch in that area. With a gentle scratch, she unconsciously moved her shoulder.
Yi Shen hurriedly grabbed his pen and left. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Hongmei was unharmed. When he looked at Wu Qi, he had a pleading look in his eyes and said, "Xiao Qi, I was very nervous."
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