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

The three of them entered the room, and Achun quickly handed over a sweat towel to clean their hands. They wiped their hands and invited Achun to drink mung bean soup together.

Aunt Cui came soon and told them that Wang had given them orders, so there was no need to go over to say hello and they should have a good rest.

The people in the main room nodded, and Aunt Cui withdrew.

Originally, when they came back, they wanted to pay respects to Mrs. Wang first, but Wang had been in poor health in the past few years, so they had to ask Aunt Cui first when they went to pay their respects.

Especially at this time.

After a few people talked for a while, the second aunt bowed and left, saying that Nanshan Yu was about to leave school.

Nanshan nodded.

"Sister, I will go back first. You have a good rest."

"Okay, let's go."

Wan'er nodded and walked out of the small courtyard with her second concubine.

"Miss, Ah Chun goes and cleans up."

"it is good."

After Ah Chun went out, Nanshan twisted a sweat towel for himself, wiped his neck, got up and went to the inner room, intending to take a look at her herbs and change clothes.

The herb on the windowsill grew a few more leaves. Before she went out, she inserted a thin bamboo pole into the soil. She cut off the head and tail of the small bamboo pole and added a few drops of blood to let it grow slowly over the past few days. Slowly penetrates into the soil, so there is no need to cut off feed.

It also prevents Xuan Qing from hurting himself in the past.

It's not like she needs to use his blood to nourish the medicine she makes for him.

After dinner, the courtyard became quiet again.

Regardless of the two borrowed guards, Nanshan left them in the main courtyard and would return them in two days.

So now the small courtyard can be used for someone to come and go freely as usual.

Nanshan looked at the flat bed, thinking that he should go out for a walk after staying at home for a few days.

-

Wormwood Lane.

After A Zhuang came over to recover, Xuan Qing also entered the study.

There is a finger-width piece of paper on the table in the study room, which roughly tells what happened in Requiem Temple.

The abbot guessed that someone must have taken the opportunity to harm someone, otherwise he would not have embarrassed a woman so much in the Requiem Temple.

This is also the reason why the abbot did not reject Nanshan Yun.

Xuanqing also threw the note into the brazier and burned it.

Want to harm someone?

Who was harmed?

His heart tightened, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then a fishy sweetness surged into his throat, which he suppressed forcefully.

Now if he reads it together, it will be counterattacked.

He picked up the scented tea on the table, smelled it, and drank it in one gulp.

"master?"

Wu Shen stood at the door with dinner in hand. His master had eaten very little these days, and he was really worried.

"Come in." After a low cough, Wu Shen finally received permission.

"Master, Your Majesty has returned home, please eat more." After looking at him, Wu Shen offered a sachet, "The tree spirit made it for Your Majesty. She said it has the effect of calming the mind and regulating the Qi. Help your Majesty in your cultivation."

He knew that his master was thinking about his lord and had many concerns, so he specially found the dryad to give his master a reason to go to his lord.

Xuanqing also took the sachet and put it in his sleeve pocket.

In fact, there is no need to go to such trouble. In these many lives, he, Xuan Qing, has long been shameless and skinless in front of Nanshan.

No matter who she was, where she was, whether she was married or not...he was going to find her.

After taking two bites of food, Xuan Qing also ordered Wu Shen: "Throw all the gangsters who committed crimes in Nancheng to the gate of the prefect. Go immediately."

Wu Shen took the order and left.

-

Nanshan leaned on the bedside and flipped through two pages of the book when he saw a figure coming in from the front door.

This was good, since she sent him out through the door before, it seemed like she had given him a clear path.

"You're here." Nanshan was not annoyed, put down the book and looked at the door.

He must have been anxious since she was gone for a few days.

Nanshan led Xuan Qing to the coffee table: "Come, sit down."

"Why have you lost weight?" In just two or three days, the man in front of me has actually lost another two points. "Didn't I tell you to have a good rest?"

As he spoke, he pressed his fingers on his wrist to feel his pulse.

"I'm resting." The man's voice was deep, "I'm just anxious."

It can be seen that the pulse is weak, the five internal organs are depressed, and the anxiety is uneasy.

"Look at your injury." After saying that, Nanshan took off his collar a little and checked the wound. "It's okay. He looks good."

Just as he was about to turn around and pour him some tea, a large jade-like hand gently held his wrist.

Nanshan looked at him. His eyes were very dark. Except for the occasional hint of purple and a few strands of gold surrounding his pupils, the rest of his eyes were unfathomable.

At this moment, these eyes were looking at her silently, missing, worried, and even a little bit aggrieved, as if to say that she should not completely exclude him.

Nanshan smiled helplessly and put his small hand on the back of his hand: "I know, I made you worry."

"But of course I have my own plans in mind. Only if you recover from your injuries can we move forward and retreat together." Rouyi slowly rubbed the man's brow, then slid it to his chin and lifted it gently, "Do you understand? "

Nanshan's dark pupils looked into his unfathomable eyes. The man finally lost his battle and pulled her closer to him, gently leaning his face on her arm: "Okay."

Nanshan nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, the eight-leaf mugwort I raised has been grown, why don't you soak it in water and drink it now?"

Eight-leaf mugwort is Kunshan's sacred grass, which is very beneficial to their cultivation. It can also regulate the mountain god's seal and the blue dragon's bloodline, reducing backlash.

It's just that Kunshan is nowhere to be found, and Baye Ai is nowhere to be found. Fortunately, she has made a lot of progress recently, and she was planted by mistake.

Without waiting for Xuanqing to agree, Nanshan took out the herbs from the inner room and took off all the leaves, exactly eight. After taking off the last leaf, the herbs suddenly withered and fell into the soil like incense ashes.

Twisting his fingers, a stream of spring water flowed out from his fingertips. He put the eight-leaf mugwort in, smoked it on the small stove, and handed it to Xuan Qingyi's mouth.

Xuan Qing also blushed, and a picture flashed in her mind. Nanshan drew out her blood and injected it into his body. Just because there was an error when taking out the Mountain God Seal, she chose to save his life without hesitation. .

She was the master of all things, but she lost her life because of him.

After that, he would never see her bring out the things from the ruins to him again.

"Drink, my eyes are quite big." Nanshan looked at his expression, a little funny, and stroked his back with one hand, "If you don't drink, it will be wasted."

Xuan Qing also reluctantly drank it.

He didn't want to let her down for her hard work, but he couldn't forgive himself either.

Nanshan looked at his whitened face and knew that he must have thought of some terrible memories that she couldn't remember?

"Xuan Qingyi, what happened in the past will never happen again."

No matter what he remembered, it must be something he couldn't let go of.

Nanshan said, sat down and took a sip of water: "I can't remember many memories. In every life, I always make progress. I care about you and myself."

After saying that, Nanshan looked at him and saw him nodding slowly, putting one hand on his knee and clenching his fist tightly.