Seeing that the two masters were at odds and openly displaying their affection, Xique and Wuying turned their backs to each other.
A moment later, something came to mind.
A blush rose on her face in the soft glow of the setting sun.
Ji Fengyao was slightly weak from Shang Xiye's gentle and lingering kiss. She heard his slightly heavy breathing in her ear, and when her hazy eyes refocused, they met his eyes, which seemed to be burning with raging fire. Ji Fengyao was immediately jolted twice against her chest.
This person, this person is...
Could it be that he started having a reaction while acting?
Remembering how she almost lost control and retaliated, Ji Fengyao blushed and her gaze drifted uncomfortably toward the dragon boat.
The spot where Princess Zhaoping had stood was now empty, and their light boat was approaching their own warship.
Ji Fengyao stood up awkwardly.
Shang Xiye very gentlemanly and cooperatively helped her up, his expression as natural as if nothing had just happened.
You stinky pig's trotter!
Ji Fengyao felt an inexplicable urge to slap him, but she had no reason to do so.
The contract stipulated that she had to cooperate with him in public, including acting out a scene of "marital bliss".
Moreover, before they spoke, they told her that Zhaoping was the Emperor and Empress Dowager's person and that they had already spoken to her.
In a cave in the desolate mountains.
The young man in the green robe used Black Owl's sword to cut a lot of long grass and spread it on the ground. He then found a lot of dry grass and leaves to add another layer. He went up on it himself to make sure it wasn't too unpleasant before placing the unconscious Black Owl on top.
Then, wielding Black Owl's sword, he went out for a stroll, hunted some game, and chopped some firewood before returning.
Bored out of his mind, the young man in the blue robe began to make fun of himself with his cheeky remarks: "This young master is now just like a hardworking young lady, so damn capable!"
After saying that, they worked even harder.
He carried two wild rabbits to the mountain spring pool inside the cave to wash and treat them, humming an off-key tune as he washed them.
The black owl, still unconscious, twitched its ears slightly, its thoughts drifting between dream and wakefulness.
It felt like someone was humming an unpleasant and jarring tune in my ear, and I wanted to shut that person up every second.
It was as if someone was calling his name repeatedly.
These cacophony of sounds eventually coalesced into an ancient, weathered voice of instruction, clearly echoing in his mind: "Embrace the primordial unity, let all things return to their breath, let the breath flow into the sea, condense the vital energy as the foundation. The foundation of vital energy is the beginning of all paths; a deep foundation of vital energy yields a profound Dao; a strong foundation of vital energy leads to a long and far-reaching Dao path..."
Guided by the voice, the sleeping Black Owl naturally formed hand seals and began to circulate the "Gathering Spirit Technique".
When the spiritual energy passed through his damaged dantian, the tingling and itchy pain caused extreme discomfort, making him groan softly.
When the young man in the blue robe returned after washing the rabbit, he heard him groan softly in pain and was taken aback: "Oh dear, I forgot he still has injuries. My sister said that external wounds can be fatal if they become infected."
The boy skewered the rabbit meat with branches and placed it on the still-unlit fire before going out again.
A short while later, the light sound of horses' hooves could be heard outside the cave.
Ji Fengming led two chestnut-colored horses closer, tethered them in the woods near the cave entrance, and carrying a dark blue cloth bag, went straight to Hei Xiao. He glanced at the wound on Hei Xiao's arm with his clear phoenix eyes and sighed softly.
With a few claws, it tore off the black owl's clothes.
Ji Fengming hesitated for a moment before extending and retracting his hand, then sighed and roughly flipped him over to the side.
Black Owl had a knife wound on his arm and another on his back, both nearly two inches long.
The bloody wounds that clung to his smooth, silky skin after his medicinal bath were somewhat jarring.
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