Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

"Yeah. It's just one or two." Nanshan pursed his lips.

"I'll help you." Xuan Qing also said in a deep voice.

"I know it in my heart. Don't worry." She knew that girl Nanshan Qing well. Without Nanshan Xi spitting bad water next to her and instigating her, she wouldn't have the brains and courage to hire a murderer on the street.

She was so jealous that she and her aunt started rumors about "the goddess of heaven". Nanshan Yun also hoped that the Wu family's gold and silver could always be used by him, so he turned a blind eye to their conspiracy.

The most important thing is that Nan Shanqing wants to marry a powerful person, and she has a weakness.

He gently wiped the fine beads of sweat on Xuan Qingyi's forehead with a handkerchief: "My own karma, I will get through it safely." Seeing Xuan Qingyi nodded slightly, Nanshan smiled and said no more. Just tuck his forehead more gently.

Is his vaginal area hurting again?

This heart-cutting pain probably has something to do with the Mountain God Seal. After all, the Qinglong spiritual bone is sleeping, and nothing can restrain the Mountain God Seal. Even if it is also asleep, it is an ancient artifact and a part of her spiritual veins. Even if it is only It is not easy for Xuan Qingyi to exist quietly in his body like this.

The carriage was walking on the street. There was a small shallow pit in the bricks on the road. As it passed by, the carriage jolted for a moment. Xuan Qing also swayed, which affected the injuries on his body, and there was another drop of sweat on his forehead. Oozing.

Nanshan's face also showed an anxious look. Now they are both half-human spirits. When Karma is injured, the pain will be a hundred times a thousand times that of a human being. Just like when Ao Yi nailed the soul-hunting rope back then, she clearly understood Remember the pain that made her feel dizzy.

Twisting his fingers, Nanshan realized that he could not make a good medicine for wounds today, and only a little bit of numbing powder was left, which he could use as a makeshift, so he sprinkled some of the remaining medicine powder on his wound.

It's just an old wound on the heart, and Ma Fei powder is useless.

Bite your finger, gently pull open his collar, and drip blood from your fingertip onto his heart.

The pain sensation dropped sharply, and Xuan Qing woke up from his dazed state, grabbing her hand before she could pull it away: "I don't feel any pain."

Gently bringing her hand in front of her, Xuan Qing also took out the handkerchief Nanshan held in her other hand and wrapped it around her bitten finger.

After a cup of tea, the red gate of Wormwood Lane appeared at the other end of the line of sight.

"Miss, we're almost here." Achun reminded softly outside.

"Okay." Nanshan responded, gently patting Xuan Qingyi, who had his eyes closed: "Xuan Qingyi, I'm home."

Xuan Qing also heard the sound, raised his eyelids to look at her, and nodded.

After the carriage drove into the yard, Xuan Qing also got out of the carriage first. Seeing that his master's face was frighteningly pale, Wu Shen quickly stepped forward to help him.

Nanshan also walked down: "Ah Chun, go back and see if Wan'er has returned."

"If she comes back, tell her I'll come back later. If she doesn't, come back and go to the Medical Cottage with Wu Shen to pick her up."

"Okay." Ah Chun hesitated for a while, "In case the second lady asks..."

"It doesn't matter, I will explain it to them." So many people saw her and Xuan Qing riding in the same carriage on the main street today, so they couldn't hide it anyway.

Instead of letting the rumors spread to their ears with added fuel and exaggeration, it is better to make it clear first.

Lest even they misunderstand her.

"Okay." Ah Chun nodded and went out.

"Wait a minute." Nanshan stopped Ah Chun and turned around to support Xuan Qingyi, "Wushen, you go back to Qingshan Pavilion. If Wan'er hasn't returned home yet, I'll trouble you to go to the Medical Thatched Cottage again."

"Yes." Wu Shen handed over his hands, glanced at Xuan Qingyi worriedly, and then went out with Achun. He really should go back to Qingshan Pavilion, and people on the street must see it.

As soon as Achun arrived at the door, he saw a little head sticking out of the side door: "Sister Achun! Here!"

"Xiao Liang!" Ah Chun went up to greet him and pinched his little face: "Today's dismissal is earlier than usual." Usually, after the young master and Xiao Liang have dinner, the husband will keep them for a while.

"Yes," Xiao Liang smiled so hard that his eyes almost narrowed into slits, "Today, my husband said that there was something going on at home, so he asked grandma to supervise us to have dinner. She will come back after dinner."

"By the way," Xiao Liang finally remembered the business, "The second lady asked me to wait for the eldest lady here. Where is she?"

Xiaoliang craned his neck to look behind him, only to see a large carriage hidden in the approaching night, but the eldest lady was nowhere to be seen.

"The eldest lady will be back soon, let's go back first." Achun said, waving his hand in the direction of the carriage, then pulling Xiaoliang through the door and closing the side door.

-

Nanshan helped Xuan Qingyi to the study. After a while, the tree spirit grandmother came back and started working in the kitchen. The god didn't have much dinner, and the husband was injured again. When she heard the news, she came back quickly and made something. Give it to them lightly.

At this time, Xuan Qing was also sitting on the couch, with his shirt half off and his eyes closed. Nanshan took out the sapphire porcelain bottle given to him last time from the cabinet, picked out the transparent paste inside with a small bamboo skewer, and poured it out bit by bit. The earth smeared on his heart.

Gently pull on his collar: "Okay."

"Yeah." Xuan Qing also responded softly and slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, Granny Dryad knocked on the wooden door, Nanshan opened the door, took the tray, and the door was gently closed again.

Turning around to look at Xuan Qingyi, he was already sitting at the table. Nanshan curled his lips and placed the tray on the table.

"Grandma Dryad came back just in time." On the carriage, she even said that she would personally turn on the stove for Xuan Qingyi.

"Yeah." Xuan Qing also picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into the bowl in front of her, "You are too thin."

Nanshan smiled and put the meat into his mouth. It melted in his mouth and the lingering fragrance lingered. It was so delicious! Granny Dryad's craftsmanship is indeed one of the best in the demon world.

"Xuan Qingyi, you must stay here to recuperate these days. I will come to diagnose you every day. Get more rest and don't force your exercises." Nanshan instructed while eating.

"Okay." Xuan Qing also looked at her, his eyes filled with dazzling stars.

"Drink some porridge to warm yourself up." Nanshan urged.

Xuan Qing stopped talking and took a spoonful of porridge to his mouth.

"I still want to drink lotus soup." Xuan Qing said dully after swallowing the clear porridge.

"Okay, I'll have a chance to do it another day."

Xuan Qing also curled his lips, obviously not very satisfied with this answer.

"eat!"

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After coming out of Wormwood Alley, it was already dark, and Nanshan returned to the second aunt's yard through the side door.

At this time, Er Yi Niang and Wan'er were watching Xiao Yu writing in the front hall. When they looked up and saw Nan Shan coming in, the mother and daughter immediately came to greet them: "The eldest lady/eldest sister is back!"

"Yeah. Xiao Yu's handwriting is really good." Nanshan nodded and walked over to touch Xiao Yu before he could put down his pen.

"Xiao Yu has finished writing." Xiao Yu blinked and looked at Nanshan. His aunt had asked him to write all night. Now that his eldest sister is here, he can stop writing, right?

"You kid." Er Yi Niang scolded her, but she and Achun packed up pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and put the fruit plate and snacks on the table.

"How did you play today?" Nanshan asked Wan'er.

Wan'er nodded obediently, the flower viewing banquet was good, Mrs. Gu Buli was also good, and... the Yiyi Thatched Cottage was also good.

Seeing the powder on her face, Nanshan chuckled. This expression of first love was all too familiar to her.

"By the way, eldest sister, you take this back." Wan'er took out a token from her sleeve pocket. The eldest sister borrowed it from the shopkeeper of Qingshan Pavilion so that she could rent a car when she came back from the First Medical Cottage. The carriage returns home.

However, the token was useless in the end. When she walked out of the Medical Thatched Cottage, the coachman who could not leave Madam was waiting for her at the door, saying that Madam had ordered her to be taken back to Nanshan Mansion.

Nanshan nodded, hearing Wan'er say that Gu Buli's arrangements were so thorough, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Her disciples are all very good.