Mu Qingren never imagined that one day she would be like this…
She finally couldn't bear it any longer and collapsed to the ground.
Because the old medicine boy had lived here before, there was still a lot of dry and soft straw on the ground of the temple. Jing Zhe was afraid that Mu Qingren would catch a cold, so he held her in his arms, then gathered a lot of straw and put it next to the campfire. After spreading it out, he put Mu Qingren on it.
Jing Zhe then lay down on his side next to her. With each of his movements, his wound would be aggravated, and he looked somewhat pained. Seeing this, Mu Qingren gently patted his back.
However, Jing Zhe was especially uncomfortable because he was wearing wet pants, and he reached down with both hands, trying to free himself from the restraints.
But his current posture, coupled with the numerous wounds on his back, makes things rather inconvenient.
"don't want…"
At this moment, Mu Qingren pressed down on his hand.
Jing Zhe chuckled, "We're already like this, what's the point of you stopping us now?"
He rubbed her chest with his hand and said with a smile, "If you really feel bad about it, you can treat it as a way to repay me, or as a way to practice your skills, or even as a way to help me maintain the effects of the jujube pills—wouldn't that be better?"
"..."
Hearing Jing Zhe give the reasons that were the ones she had come up with first, Mu Qingren became even more shy, her face turning bright red.
"No... I said no... I was worried about your wound..."
As she spoke, Mu Qingren raised her head, her eyes filled with determination and resolve: "Let me...do it!"
Before Jing Zhe could react, she bent down...
Half an hour...
Mu Qingren looked up, her voice trembling with tears, "Why...aren't you better yet?"
Jing Zhe felt a mixture of pity and amusement. He patted her head and chuckled, "Now you should understand why the garden owner asked me to find a few more, right? She's just like you, she can't keep up!"
"..."
Mu Qingren didn't speak, her eyes gleaming as if she were lost in thought. Jing Zhe patted her on the back: "Alright, this won't do. And let's not waste any more time. Let's start rotating Yin and Yang now!"
"..."
As he spoke, he pulled Mu Qingren up and looked her up and down, her figure dazzlingly beautiful.
"But... won't this aggravate the wound?"
Mu Qingren said with some concern.
"fine."
Jing Zhe smiled.
...
Some things can only be learned on your own.
Some things require a gradual approach.
Some things require practice to master.
Life is the best teacher. Mu Qingren gradually transformed from an initial naive and clueless person into a passionate and skilled one.
Mu Qingren felt that this kind of thing... seemed to consume more physical strength than practicing martial arts, and she felt completely exhausted.
Jing Zhe smiled, and without forcing her, whispered close to her earlobe, "Now you know why, right?"
Mu Qingren nodded, her face flushed.
"You...are really amazing...you can't do it alone!"
In the end, the radiant light in her eyes could no longer be concealed. Even though the idea of a master and disciple sharing a husband might be controversial and shameful if it were told, Mu Qingren didn't care too much about such things. What she cared more about was Wang Yingqiu's thoughts.
I'd be happy if she agreed.
She had already believed Jing Zhe's words. Perhaps being with her own disciple was much better than being with others...
Thinking this, she nestled contentedly into Jing Zhe's arms, resting her head on his strong chest, as if she had everything.
Seeing her so proactive, Jing Zhe knew that her inner conflict had been resolved, and he was happy as well, so he couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, Pavilion Master~"
Upon hearing such a peculiar address, Mu Qingren immediately looked up, pursed her lips, and said, "I'm not a princess, why are you calling me Your Highness?"
"because…"
Jing Zhe breathed on her earlobe: "In my heart, you are a princess! I am called Yingqiu Garden Master, and no one will call her that. But if I call you Pavilion Master, wouldn't I be the same as everyone else? So I call you Pavilion Master Your Highness. In my heart, you will always be unique."
"..."
These words seemed to possess infinite magic; Mu Qingren's eyes, which had just calmed down, instantly became brimming with spring water again.
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