Feng Ling's expression became more and more serious as Qing Yue spoke.
If someone can guess Wan'er's fate, it means he knows Wan'er's secret.
"Who is it?"
Murderous intent instantly formed in Feng Ling's eyes.
He would never allow anyone to destroy the true love of the person he loved, which he had finally obtained, nor would he allow anyone to do anything behind his back.
Qing Yue shook her head and said solemnly, "He was a master. He meant no harm and didn't say much. He even gave me a gift, saying he hoped I would never need it."
This was what Qing Yue was anxious about. "This gift is a brass rattle. It looks very ancient and heavy, but I think it's very important. I can tell that the master is a master. He gave me such an important thing, so it must be useful. But at the time, I was uneasy because of what he said, and then I met Chu Yan..."
Speaking of Chu Yan, Qing Yue's brows were tightly furrowed and her face looked unhappy.
She remembered it.
"I had a conflict with him. He wanted to kill me, so we fought. So my box must have fallen at that time, but I didn't notice it. Then I left and met you, and then I encountered the assassination and fell off the cliff. I forgot about it. I just remembered it now!"
Qingyue's tone became a little anxious.
He felt even more annoyed and resentful towards Chu Yan.
If Chu Yan hadn't stopped her and confronted her, how could she have lost her things?
Thinking of Chu Yan's guiltless look when he faced her, and his cold words, Qing Yue felt a chill in her heart, and hatred surged even more.
"Don't worry, I will send someone to look for it. If that thing falls into Chu Yan's hands, I will make him spit it out."
Feng Ling's eyes were sinister.
Following Qing Yue's words, he also thought of that day at Nanjiao Mountain. The bleeding wound on her face and the half-cut hair were all done by Chu Yan. How dare he?
Feng Ling gritted his teeth and hugged Qing Yue in his arms, "From now on, as long as I am here, I will not let him bully you again."
Qingyue put her arms around Feng Ling's neck. She was no longer afraid, and with Feng Ling around, she was even less afraid.
Seeing that Feng Ling wanted to kiss her again, Qing Yue hurriedly stood up and said, "Let me look at your legs first."
Although Feng Ling was reluctant, she knew Qing Yue's character, so she responded reluctantly. Qing Yue hurriedly got up and took out a small medicine box from the inner room. The medicine box was not big, the kind that can be carried around. It contained some common medicines and silver needles that could be used at any time.
When Feng Ling's pants were rolled up, one could see that his legs, especially his knees, were extremely swollen, red and purple, looking extremely shocking.
Moisture instantly filled Qing Yue's eyes. Although she had been giving him acupuncture and massage these days, his legs had regained sensation, and he could move even when it hurt, but it would still take a long time for him to be able to stand up. This was a gradual process. After all, he had to rely on his two injured legs to stand up and support his tall body, which showed how much force he had to bear.
But Feng Ling actually stood up like this. In order to save her, he rushed directly into the sea of fire, stumbling and moving the beams with his bare hands. Every movement required the strength of his legs, so just by looking at his appearance, you can tell how painful it is.
What's more, he carried her out of the sea of fire.
"It's okay. I've been practicing while you were away, and I can even walk a few steps with support. This time, I have to thank Wan'er. If it weren't for Wan'er's encouragement, I don't know how long it would take before I could stand up and run."
Noticing Qing Yue's emotions, Feng Ling immediately spoke, his tone deliberately light.
Click.
A tear from Qingyue's eyes suddenly fell on Feng Ling's leg.
"Hey, don't cry, Wan'er. I didn't follow this king to make you cry."
Feng Ling coaxed softly.
I feel both reluctant and sweet in my heart. These tears are because I feel sorry for him, which means that Wan'er really has him in her heart.
Qing Yue sniffed, opened the bag of silver needles in her hand, and inserted a few needles into Feng Ling's knees. Then she carefully pinched them with her fingers to dredge his meridians and drain out the blood clots.
"Feng Ling, I've seen you many times before, and you seem to have returned to your old self."
Lang Lang is a young man with unparalleled elegance.
After she became Qin Wan and then Princess Yu, she saw Feng Lingyin, who was furious and extremely wary. But now when she looked at him again, he had unknowingly become a bit of his former self.
Feng Ling heard her voice sound distant, knowing that she was thinking about the past. His eyes were fixed on her as if he couldn't bear to look away. "Well, I don't really remember what I was like in the past."
After the words were spoken, the two men's eyes were unusually calm. They were both people who had suffered pain, and fate brought them together to redeem each other.
Qingyue replaced Xiangqin and brought in some hot water, adding it to the previous basin of cold water. Then the two of them washed up carefully.
Seeing her face, which was black and gray and burned by fire, reflected in the water, Qing Yue couldn't help laughing. Facing such a face, how could Feng Ling look at her with such affectionate eyes?
After washing up, the two of them applied ointment on each other's wounds. The fire in the mansion had basically been put out, so Feng Ling didn't need to do the rest of the follow-up work.
"There are still two hours until dawn. Go to the couch and get some sleep."
Both of them changed into clean underwear. The candlelight in the room flickered, casting a warm glow.
After washing up, Qingyue's cheeks were red and tender, and the burned areas showed a hint of bright red.
The two have never slept in the same room since they got married.
Hearing Feng Ling's words, Qing Yue blinked, feeling a little embarrassed. Although they were husband and wife and had expressed their feelings to each other, she was still very nervous about sleeping together so soon.
"Feng Ling, I'm not too sleepy yet..."
Qing Yue spoke in an unnatural voice.
When Feng Ling saw her like this, her ears and neck turned pink even though she hadn't done anything yet. Originally, he didn't have any thoughts in that regard. He just felt sorry for her because she had been refining the elixir so late last night and was woken up by the fire just after going to bed. He wanted her to take some time to rest. What was this girl thinking?
But she was wearing a light-colored middle-length dress, standing there with a graceful figure, her slender waist seemed to be broken at a bend, and her face and neck were pink. Her clear eyes were flashing with the color of water, and the candlelight in the room was warm, which made his heart rise uncontrollably with beauty.
The next moment, he pulled her hand and walked towards the bed, "I'm sleepy, accompany me to rest for a while."
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