Qing's illness is really strange, but he has a brain fever for two days, but he unfortunately fell on his head, so he had to wrap a white veil and rest in bed.

So, I had a long-lasting dream.

When I woke up, the spring was just right and the begonias were blooming. Ning Caichen was sitting upright in front of the bed, looking intently at Qin Qing's eyes. Qing raised his eyebrows, but he didn't want to scream in his stomach.

Ning Caichen laughed, like the sun shining suddenly in the layers of clouds.

"It's me who isn't thorough enough." Ning Caichen opened his mouth, "After you were injured before, I didn't have time to bring you food, and when I came to see you again, you had actually slept for two days." He turned to bring out a silver cup, "However, I knew you would be hungry, so I cooked porridge early, and the temperature is just right now." ”

Qing took the cup, but did not move, she was a little confused, and looked at the man, she didn't know why, quite annoyed.

"This porridge is not to your liking?"

Ning Caichen frowned slightly and stroked his sleeves, "The girl who boiled porridge must be lazy again, I'll punish her later." ”

"Nope."

Qing hurriedly drank the porridge, and when she licked off the last grain of rice on her cheek and accidentally burped, she lowered her head and handed the cup back.

"Why aren't you so interested?" Ning Caichen raised his eyes and looked at Qing.

Qing also looked at the person in front of her, and she couldn't help but remember that it was the first time she had seen this person.

It was his white clothes, according to the immortal mountain, the sword eyebrows and sword bones—really like a sword out of the sheath.

She was alone at the time, and only the old horseman would often come to see her with a jug of wine. She spent most of her time wandering, and she didn't know how the old man could find her.

…… I miss the old horseman......

Ning Caichen was not very interested in seeing the green, quite like the frosty eggplant, so he got up, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "I'll take you to see the flowers, okay?" ”

"You tell me to change my clothes."

Qing lowered her head and turned red.

Ning Caichen smiled and turned to leave.

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“…… Xiaoqing ......"

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She looked at herself in the mirror, pondered for a long time, and finally got rid of the golden step, spread out the flower bun, changed out the saro clothes, and even changed the jade brocade shoes, and changed to a civilian woman's dress, before she smiled with satisfaction.

Qing doesn't like those opulent outfits, it's too heavy.

She walked out of the room with small steps, and Ning Caichen was already waiting for her outside.

"Let's go."

Ning Caichen stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to hold Qing's hand, she also handed it over, it was not the first time that Ning Caichen had held her hand.

Ning Caichen leisurely walked towards the garden with Qing, but Qing looked a little confused, her mind was a little confused, and she didn't know what was wrong with her, she only felt that everything around her was vague, quite like in some oil painting.

She didn't know why anyone would paint with oil, but it was colorful—like the environment she was in right now.

Qing looked at Ning Caichen, and then looked at the hand he was holding twice, and remembered some time ago, when his enemy came here, and Ning Caichen stood up for her.

At that time, he didn't want to trouble him, so he went over there by himself, but he didn't want Ning Caichen to follow her all the time, so he took the sword and went directly to the man to duel.

That person is also strong, although Qing doesn't understand what the true strength of cultivation is, but that person can be on par with Ning Caichen, it is really powerful.

Ning Caichen responded lightly and chicly, fluttering on his sword, and seemed to have no regard for the other party at all.

And for some reason, the man suddenly attacked and almost injured himself, but Ning Caichen blocked a sword for her.

The sword stabbed very deeply, hurting the body, Ning Caichen took a long time to recuperate, and Qing still remembered that it was all blood on his body, but there was still a smile on his face.

Qing didn't know what he was laughing at, she was crying at the time, and she was crying quite hard.

In the end, the enemy still let Ning Caichen pierce his chest with a sword and nail it to the stone wall—no one has bothered Qing since then.

Later, I don't know where I heard it, Qing knew that Ning Caichen would not be hurt at all at that time.

If it weren't for helping her.

But even if Ning Caichen didn't come to block that knife for her, she would only have a few fingers cut off, and with the medical level of the Three Thousand Worlds, it wouldn't be an injury at all, and she would lie in bed for seven days like that fool.

In Qing Dan's mind, there are only two words stupid.

If this guy wasn't stupid, how could he do such a stupid thing?

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“…… Xiaoqing...... Xiaoqing...... Wake up......"

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Qing looked at Ning Caichen who was holding her hand, her mind was a little chaotic.

I don't know when she felt more and more hot and uncomfortable when she was with this man.

It's something called a heartbeat.

The begonia is blooming on the tree, Ning Caichen seems to love this kind of flower, a pavilion, a yard, not that Lan chic, not that Dan rich, but quite noisy and a little bright red - the wind is full of sublime, the incense mist is empty and the moon is in the corridor, only afraid of falling asleep in the middle of the night, so burn high candles to shine red makeup.

This flower is red makeup, but I don't know whose red makeup it is.

Qing had thought that she would wear such makeup, but it was not the right time, and she didn't know who would render her red.

But...... Maybe it's Ning Caichen.

Qing looked at this begonia, and for some reason, suddenly wanted to drink.

She remembered the man who brought her wine, and she didn't know where the man had gone, maybe he was drinking alone?

I ran so far this time, the puppet really couldn't find her.

"Green ......"

Ning Caichen called her, she raised her eyes to look at Ning Caichen, for some reason, the surrounding scenery began to become confused, and she couldn't see it clearly.

Qing rubbed her eyes.

“…… Isn't it good-looking......"

Ning Caichen seemed to be suddenly far away from her, and the voice was fluttering, and Qing couldn't hear it clearly.

Qing felt that the light around her was getting dimmer and dimmer, as if everything was about to leave her.

She didn't know why.

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"Xiaoqing! Wake up! Don't sleep! Xiaoqing! Wake up! ”

Qing opened her eyes in a daze, she was a little dazed.

The old horseman seemed to be right in front of him, and Qing didn't know what was wrong with him—but the old horseman did find himself again.

Qing could see the eager expression on Yan Chixia's face very clearly, and he looked as if he was ...... Looking like you're in a hurry?

But Qing didn't know why, and didn't care about these things at all.

Did he bring any wine?

Qing blinked, thinking.

The girl opened her mouth, her throat was slightly dry, and she said in a low voice, "Piff...... Did you find it here? …… Is there alcohol? ”

The puppet in front of her seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then took out a bottle of wine with a wry smile.

She didn't care about anything, took the cup and took a sip.

It's really good wine.