At the end of the prayer, Hua Luo suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Lord Sushu, didn't you say you had something to give me?"

Yan Wuqian reacted at this time, and he almost forgot about it.

Yan Wujian took the things prepared in advance to Hua Luo, and Hua Luo opened it and saw that it was a willow green paper kite.

"Paper kites?" Hua Luo's tone was puzzled.

Yan Wujian began to brew and explained why he sent the flower flower paper kite: "Since His Highness agreed to my invitation, I think that this is the first Tanabata Festival I have spent with His Highness, and I must give the best and most precious gift to His Highness."

"But what is the most precious gift? I racked my brains, meditated for a long time and couldn't figure it out, rare treasures? Silk satin? No, with His Highness's origin, there is no shortage of these."

"It wasn't until yesterday that I finally came up with the answer, for me, there is nothing more precious in this world than happiness, in fact, when you think about it, the fundamental purpose of everything we do in this world is to make ourselves happy."

"I think there is probably nothing more precious than happiness, especially when I was a child, the happiest memory for me was going to the countryside with Wuyi to release paper kites."

"At that time, the sky was always so blue, so vast, I didn't feel tired of running on the grass in the suburbs for an hour with the thin line of the paper kite, the little paper kite carried my happiness, and now, I hope to share my happiness with His Highness."

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers who are still ignorant of feelings are always keen to make some bells and whistles to make girls happy, Hua Luo understands, and does not want to brush Yan Wuji's intentions.

She took the paper kite and whispered, "Thank you."

Hua Luo took the paper kite and looked left and right, the workmanship of the paper kite is very exquisite, and the color combination of goose yellow and willow green is very tranquil and fresh.

"I've only seen other people put paper kites, and I've never played with them myself, teach me?"

Such an attitude is the greatest affirmation for Yan Wuji, which makes people much happier than saying "I like it very much" directly and politely.

"Okay." Yan Wujian readily agreed, and began to teach Hua Luo how to put the paper kite high and stable.

Hua Luo listened carefully, and then went to find an open space behind the Jingci Temple to try to fly.

After first detecting the direction of the wind, and then releasing a thin line to run backwards against the wind, the paper kite really flew higher and higher.

Hua Luo also slowly put the line longer and longer, step by step backwards and backwards.

Hua Luo's attention is on the paper kite, and she is almost completely immersed.

Yan Wujian watched behind Hua Luo, and suddenly, he noticed that there was an egg-sized stone not far behind Hua Luo.

Hua Luo was still walking backwards unconsciously, her eyes glued to the paper kite in the sky, always paying attention to the changes of the paper kite.

According to this trend, Hua Luo will definitely step on the egg-sized stone and fall backwards if she takes two steps back.

Yan Wujian saw that Hua Luo was getting closer and closer to the stone, and was about to step on it, so he hurriedly walked towards Hua Luo, shouting as he walked, "Your Highness be careful!"

Then, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to help the flower poll to prevent the flower from falling.

However, Yan Wuji's hand had just touched Hua Luo's waist and was tightly restrained by Hua Luo.

Hua Luo was thunderous, and almost at the moment when Yan Wuji's hand touched her waist, she gave Yan Wujian a heavy over-the-shoulder fall.

Then, Blossom heard a thud and the sound of broken bones.

Half an hour later, in Yan Nanxing's palace.

Yan Nanxing sat there, his brows furrowed so that he could trap a mosquito, which was enough to prove that he was in a bad mood.

And Hua Luo stood in front of Yan Nanxing, lowering her head slightly, like a child who had made a mistake and was punished.

Yan Nanxing noticed that Hua Luo's eyes were wandering, she glanced left and right, and tapped the table with her fingers: "Where are you looking?"

Hua Luo was excited, and hurriedly withdrew her gaze and looked at Yan Nanxing.

Yan Nanxing then began to ask, "Let's talk about it, why do you beat people with good manners?"

"Father, I didn't hit anyone." The voice of the flower

It's very light, and it's a very cowardly feeling when you hear it.

"Didn't hit anyone?" Yan Nanxing repeated these three words, "I already understood the situation when I went to see him just now, but people just saw that you kept retreating for fear that you would step on a stone and fall down and were ready to help you, but they didn't take you lightly."

"It's good for you, with such a heavy hand, you broke Yan Wuji's entire eight bones in one fall, think about what it would be like if these eight bones were broken on you, and you were embarrassed to say that you didn't hit anyone?"

"Eight broken bones?" Hua Luo was slightly surprised, "I just fell over the shoulder, is he so fragile."

"How hard do you do yourself, you really don't have any points in your heart? I blame others for being vulnerable!" Yan Nanxing unconsciously raised his voice.

Hua Luo quickly shut up and stopped talking.

Yan Nanxing glanced at her: "It's also fortunate that he didn't hurt his spine, otherwise if he falls halfway, you will have to bear him for the rest of your life, waiting to be widowed."

The Kingdom of the Apocalypse is a civilized country that is reasonable everywhere, and has never advocated the absolute supremacy of imperial power, and there are clear laws on whether Wang Ji's fiancé can withdraw from the marriage after being disabled due to a sudden accident.

If the man is disabled due to his own reasons, such as an accident or illness, Wang Ji can unilaterally dissolve the marriage contract without the consent of the man.

But if you cripple your fiancé by yourself like Hua Luo, you will definitely be responsible to the end, and it can be said that you don't want to break the marriage contract in this life, otherwise it will be intolerable.

Listening to Yan Nanxing's reproach, Hua Luo sat like pins and needles, like a thorn in her back, and said weakly: "Father, if I say that I really didn't mean to, do you believe it?"

Yan Nanxing let out a sigh: "Intentionally or unintentionally, you go to the post house to take care of Yan Wuji's injury personally, start in three days, and don't come back in these three days."

"Huh? Now?" Hua Luo was a little overwhelmed.

Yan Nanxing looked at her faintly: "If you don't go now, are you still waiting for your mother to make trouble and go after punishing you?"

As soon as she thought of the scene when the wind reached the ears of the queen mother and was known to the queen mother, Hua Luo shuddered: "Then if I hide in the post house, the queen mother will not sanction me?"

Yan Nanxing was a little helpless: "I'll figure out a way for your queen mother, in short, if you want to be unlucky in the past three days, you can just come back and try."

「…… Okay, then I'll be reluctant to go to the inn for a few days."

"What is it hard for, you call it atonement." Yan Nanxing corrected mercilessly.

"Oh......" Hua Luo replied, like a wilting plant, weak.

Inn

Yan Wujian was lying on the bed, his thick hair was as black as a fine satin and scattered on his shoulders, he could only sit there in one position now, and a little movement could affect several sore spots.

Yan Wuyi wanted to laugh on the side but didn't dare to laugh out loud, his expression was particularly funny, Yan Wuqian said nonchalantly: "If you want to laugh, you will laugh directly, and you are not afraid of holding back internal injuries."

"Poofhahaha......

As soon as Yan Wuji's words fell, Yan Wuyi finally couldn't stop laughing, leaning forward and back, tears in his eyes, and he couldn't stop laughing and trembling even when he spoke.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to have today, my father and mother haven't moved a finger from childhood to adulthood, this is the first time you have been beaten, hey, tell me, how do you feel now."

"So, that's funny?" Yan Wujian saw Yan Wuyi smiling and twitching, he couldn't hold it back, and his voice was unconsciously a little majestic.

Yan Wuyi immediately stopped laughing: "Okay, I won't laugh anymore, brother, how are you, is it still painful."

"What do you say?" Can it still hurt if you have eight broken bones? Yan Wuqian gave Yan Wuyi a meaningful expression.

Yan Wuyi gradually quieted down and began to think calmly, discussing with Yan Wujian the problems he had noticed.

"Brother, why did you just touch Miss Hua Luo and you were beaten like this?"

"Actually, I also understand, girls, the first time you have physical contact with the opposite sex, you will inevitably be shy or something, but Miss Hua Luo's reaction is obviously a little too radical, this is already

It's far beyond the normal shyness of a girl."

"Why do you say that, brother?"

"I don't know." Yan Wujian shook his head slightly, "However, there is a record in the book that the psychological origin of the over-reflection can be attributed to four words - traumatic experience."

Yan Wuyi scratched his head, looking dazed: "What do you mean, brother, don't say it so lofty, I don't understand."

Yan Wujian thought for a while, and put it simply: "In other words, the reason why I overreacted was because this person had an extremely bad experience when he encountered similar incidents before."

Yan Wuyi was still at a loss, and then seemed to understand a little but not fully understood.

Yan Wujian gave Yan Wuyi an example: "Wuyi, do you remember that there was the first big case in Yunzhou Yunzhong City before, our father went to cook it himself, and the case of Miss Gao was violated by the abbot in the temple."

"Oh! I have the impression that there was a lot of uproar about it at the time, and everyone in Cloudsdale knew about it."

"I have helped my father trace the follow-up of this case, and the Miss Gao has the sequelae of the traumatic experience, which is manifested in the fear of seeing a man, including Miss Gao's father. Miss Gao's sequelae did not improve until we set out to pay tribute to Kyoto."

"So I'll understand." Then, Yan Wuyi lowered his voice and approached Yan Wuji, "Brother, did you say Miss Hua Luo too...... Kind of a feeling?"

"What do you say about her, she's a prince, and she's so strong, who can let her experience trauma?"

"None! Do not speculate wildly, and talk about Your Highness." Yan Wujian interrupted Yan Wuyi in time, with a straight face, "I just said that the connection and explanation of overreaction and traumatic experience didn't let you associate these with His Highness."

Yan Wuyi muttered in a low voice: "What are you talking about, Your Highness, I'm telling the truth, brother, isn't there a most practical problem in front of you now."

"If Miss Hua Luo keeps doing this, do you think you can touch her in the future? Oh, I remember, it seems that she won't be too aggressive when she touches others, and she will only be too aggressive when others touch her, do you mean that you have to be passive waiting for her to touch you in the future?"