She waved her hand and motioned for it to be brought over, and she got up from the couch and walked to the table and sat down.

Xie Ling took out the herbal tea and used a very elegant glazed jade bowl, with a spoon, which was exquisite.

Rong Huan is actually not thirsty, but the male protagonist has a big heart, and he must give face to drink.

She scooped up a spoon and tasted it slowly, then her eyes widened and she asked, "What do you put here?" ”

Xie Ling said: "Back to my lord, there are some traditional Chinese medicines in it, with Gangmei, light bamboo leaves, five-fingered oranges to clear the heart and detoxify, and at the same time with mountain sesame, hawthorn leaves, golden sand vines, golden cherry roots, wood butterflies to promote dampness, in addition to the fire of the stomach and intestines, and then use desmodium, fire charcoal mother ice blood to remove stasis, soothing the liver and stomach. ”

He thundered and said a lot, Rong Huan didn't understand it very well, the only thing he understood was that the taste was a little familiar, a bit like a certain old Ji, a little less sweet than it, a little more medicinal taste, but it was very thirst-quenching and delicious.

She scooped another spoon and praised it sincerely: "It's delicious." ”

Xie Ling raised his eyes and said gently: "If the adults want to drink it in the future, let the villain make you tea, okay?" ”

Rong Huan nodded, good, this taste makes her a little nostalgic, the male protagonist must have the intention of pleasing himself now, why should she erase people.

She nodded to the table as she drank and motioned for him to sit down.

Xie Ling understood, and sat next to her.

Rong Huan took out a stack of books from Qiankun's bag and said, "These are for you, they are all some simple pinching tips, as well as cultivation techniques, your spiritual power is too low now, you can only start practicing from the basics first, give you three days to memorize the content of the book." ”

It may be difficult for ordinary people to memorize such a thick stack of books for three days, but it is not difficult for Xie Ling, because he has the ability to never forget.

Xie Ling looked at the book, and the hand hidden in the cuff tightened unconsciously, and then thanked him gratefully.

The covers of these books are printed with the clan flower of the Yeqi family, the red lotus.

This means that these books come from the treasure house of the Nightshade family, the seven-story tower.

No one in the outside world knows about the seven-story pagoda of the Yeqi family, and no one is greedy, and now, Yeqi Tianxue has easily brought him so many out for him to read, Xie Ling is undoubtedly shocked, and he is also shocked by the simplicity of this girl's mind and the unexpectedly good to him.

Xie Ling thanked him and wanted to go back with the book, but he couldn't wait to open it and take a look.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Rong Huan suddenly grabbed his wrist, turned it over, picked up the two pieces of gauze wrapped around it, and frowned slightly: "What's the matter?" ”

On his wrists, there was a large patch of red, as if it had been burned, all blistered, and even peeled off in a few places.

It's scarlet, and it's glaring to look at.

Xie Ling retracted his hand, put down his sleeves and said, "It's the villain who is stupid, when he boiled the tea and prepared it to cool, he didn't hold it steady, and accidentally burned himself." ”

Rong Huan squinted his eyes and didn't say anything, but grabbed his wrist again and used healing spiritual power to help him heal his wounds.

For Rong Huan, who was left in modern times and had to scream a few times when she was scalded, she felt so painful when she looked at this burn.

Not everyone's spiritual power has the ability to heal, but the people of the Yeqi family can, perhaps because of their immortal bloodline.

But too big a wound is not good, like this kind of small wound is not a problem.

Rong Huan looked at the arm that had been restored to the cleanness of his spiritual power, subconsciously rubbed it, and sighed, this healing spiritual power is really useful.

If such a large wound is modernized, disinfected, and medicated, it will not be better in a few months.

Xie Ling's eyes were slightly deep, and he had been staring at her from the moment she healed herself.

It was the first time that someone had treated his wounds, even though the burns were insignificant compared to the injuries he had suffered before.

He didn't expect that his own little accident would see her so attentive.

When she healed the wound on his arm, she was very serious, and after healing, she even slid back and forth on his wrist twice.

Xie Ling lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on her hand.

Her palms were soft, her fingers were slender, and her fingertips were slightly cool, and when she stroked his wrists, they slid down like silk.

Rong Huan is not an ancient person after all, and she was just helping Xie Ling treat her injuries just now, she didn't feel that something was wrong, she withdrew her hand and suddenly said, "Just look at it in the Falling Cherry Blossom Palace, if you don't understand, you can also ask Lord Ben." ”

Xie Ling put down his cuffs and hurriedly got up to thank him, looking flattered.

Rong Huan clapped her hands, and soon a servant girl came over to listen to the order, and she said casually: "Teach the two slaves who made things difficult for Gongzi Xie in the kitchen and throw them to the Scarlet Cherry Palace." ”

The little maidservant received the order and immediately carried it out.

Xie Ling just sat down, and when she heard Rong Huan's words, she didn't see much expression, but she broke a sentence in her heart, it seems that Ye Yan Tianxue is very careful, and she still realized that she didn't say anything just now.

Everything in the Falling Cherry Blossom Palace, the night and the snow seem to be indifferent, but in fact, everything is under her control.

With an eighth-level spiritual power, her divine sense can be released very widely.

The moment she saw Xie Ling's wound, she put her sense and went to the kitchen, and heard two or three people talking about it, and in just a few words, Rong Huan roughly understood what was going on.

It turned out that after Xie Ling returned from the Falling Cherry Blossom Palace, he went to the kitchen to make herbal tea, and he had been staying in the Falling Cherry Blossom Hall for two nights, which naturally caused the dissatisfaction of several people in the Scarlet Cherry Palace, so Sima He's servant in the West Garden deliberately pretended not to walk steadily after encountering Xie Ling in the kitchen, and poured a basin of boiling water on him.

Fortunately, Xie Ling reacted quickly, and only burned the inside of his wrist, otherwise the basin of boiling water that came straight at him would have been poured on Xie Ling's face.

Tsk, no matter how bold a little servant is, will he dare to splash boiling water on the face of Lord Tianxue's new favorite? It's not instigated or hinted at by the master behind it.

The purpose was to disfigure Xie Ling, and then he lost his favor.

There are three people living in the Scarlet Cherry Palace, Xiyuan is Sima He, the descendant of the side branch of the Great Elder, Huangfu Yuan of Beiyuan, the youngest son of the younger brother of the second elder, Duanmu He of Nanyuan, the most superior identity, the grandson of the five elders.

No matter how arrogant the night was and Tianxue, he still kept a little brain, didn't kill the people sent by the elders, and left two points of thin noodles, but just put the people in the Scarlet Cherry Hall and didn't care about them.

Thinking that it was his own two points of thin noodles, and the two times Xie Ling stood up and came out of the Falling Cherry Blossom Palace, which aroused the scarlet Cherry Blossom Palace's imminent thoughts.

They are all here for the family mission, who doesn't want to take down the night and Tianxue, or let the night and the snow conceive their family's child, so that after the child is born, there will be a fair and honest excuse to occupy everything in the night and the family.

Tsk, the small abacus is one more loud than the other.