Ning Yuzhou gathered his mind and walked into the new house.
Because it was held according to the secular world wedding, the entire Seventh Prince's Mansion was decorated with lights and festoons, and the house was full of joy. The new house was also covered in red and hung with green.
However, because the girl standing in this vulgar bright red is so beautiful, it adds a bit of cleanliness, and the whole room also improves a bit of taste.
Seeing Ning Yuzhou's return, the maids in the room came forward to salute one after another, and then left in a tacit understanding, taking out Lianyue who was standing there stupidly by the way.
Lian Yue actually didn't want to leave, but she couldn't resist those maids who were all warriors, so they easily carried her bean sprouts out.
Without other people, the originally crowded room suddenly became spacious.
Wen Qiao hugged the flower pot and just looked at Ning Yuzhou without making a sound.
Ning Yuzhou also looked at her, sized up the fresh and elegant girl who was pink and moist after bathing, coughed lightly, and asked, "What's in this flower pot?"
"The seventh-order spiritual grass seed, you gave it." Wen Qiao replied, and asked, "I want to put it in the house, do you mind?"
"Of course not." Ning Yuzhou smiled, and his warm eyes seemed to be moistened with spring water, which warmed his heart, "From now on, we will be husband and wife, sharing weal and woe. You can do whatever you want, without asking me."
Wen Qiao's cold face softened a lot, after thinking about it, she said thank you.
"Why thank you?" Ning Yuzhou was puzzled, feeling that she was too polite.
Wen Qiao said seriously: "You are a good person, thank you."
If he wasn't a good person, how could he know that she was in poor health and her lifespan was limited, and asked Emperor Cheng Hao to give them a marriage and give her gifts with great fanfare, but everything she needed would be delivered to her. Although the world said that the seventh prince must have fallen in love with her, Wen Qiao felt that the seventh prince is a person who values love and righteousness, because her father saved her back then, and he protected her without complaint or regret. she.
In fact, there is no need to fulfill this marriage, if Ning didn't tell, who would know? Even if someone in the Wen family knew about it, they would not confront the Ning family for a sick young man who was short-lived.
To her, getting married to the Seventh Prince would have more advantages than disadvantages, but it didn't seem to be of any benefit to the Seventh Prince, but rather a drag.
"Are you a good guy?" Ning Yuzhou smiled again, that warm and spring-like smile was a little more ambiguous.
Before Wen Qiao could understand it, Ning Yuzhou said softly, "I've been busy all day today, are you tired? Why don't you rest first."
Wen Qiao hummed first, thinking of something, couldn't help but look at him.
When those clear eyes looked straight at people, no matter how cunning they were, Ning Yuzhou's handsome face flushed a little, and he coughed lightly, and went to the ear room next door to wash and bathe.
Taking advantage of the absence of the Seventh Prince, Wen Qiao sat on the Arhat bed in the new house, crossed her legs, put the flower pot beside her, and started to practice.
Wen Qiao sent some spirit power to the spirit grass seeds in the flower pot as usual, but she thought it would be like the past month, and there was still no movement. However, not long after she delivered Yuan Lingli, she felt a strange emotion, ignorance, joy, and curiosity about the world.
Wen Qiao's fingers paused without stopping, and continued to increase the transmission of Yuan Lingli.
Until the Yuan Lingli in her body was exhausted, her face became paler, her forehead was dripping with sweat, her spirit orifices were tingling, and she felt uncomfortable all over. However, this discomfort was overwhelmed by the joy rising in his heart.
Wen Qiao looked at the flowerpot happily.
In the originally dark brown soil, a little green shoots emerged, and if you don't look carefully, you will almost ignore it.
The seventh-order spiritual grass seeds finally germinated.
The moment it germinated, the information of this seventh-rank spiritual grass seed was also fed back to her, letting her know that its species was the beauty-preserving flower that had long since disappeared in the cultivation world.
Zhuyanhua can be used to refine Zhuyan Pill, or it can be taken directly. It is a kind of spiritual herb that makes female cultivators crazy about it.
Although there are Zhuyan pills in Shengwu Continent now, after the Zhuyan flower disappeared, the alchemists went through countless experiments and replaced it with other materials. It is not as good as Zhuyan Pill refined by Zhuyanhua.
Although Wen Qiao felt that she might not need the beauty-preserving flower, the exuberant vegetation essence of the extinct seventh-order beauty-retaining flower still made her very happy and she was not disappointed with it.
After admiring the little spikes emerging from the flower pot for a while, Wen Qiao quickly calmed down and began to meditate to recover her vitality.
This meditation, I do not know the passage of time.
When Wen Qiao's spiritual orifice was fully charged again, the night outside the window was already dark.
When Wen Qiao opened her eyes, she saw a man sitting not far away, dressed in a moon-white robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, with long black hair winding down, making her handsome and handsome face.
He sat there quietly, staring at her without blinking, seeing her open her eyes and showing her a gentle smile.
Even though Wen Qiao was always calm, she was a little taken aback.
Although her cultivation base is not high and she has little experience, she didn't notice a big and unfamiliar stranger sitting next to her and staring at her. Wen Qiao didn't think it was because she was too focused on her cultivation.
The girl who had just reached ji was still young, and her face was still a little fat. Sitting there in her pajamas, she looked small and immature, which made people feel sorry for her.
Ning Yuzhou's heart softened. Seeing her looking at him silently, he smiled and said, "It's already four o'clock, do you want to rest?"
Wen Qiao nodded, and slowly got up from the Arhat bed.
Ning Yuzhou stood up and stepped forward to help her very naturally.
Wen Qiao's fingertips trembled slightly, she glanced at him, met the man's gentle eyes, couldn't say any words of rejection, and asked softly, "Why don't you rest?"
"I saw you meditating here, so I wanted to take a look."
Wen Qiao paused, and couldn't help but look at him again.
The Seventh Prince originally had excellent Yuanlinggen. If he could cultivate, his current achievements would not be worse than that of the third prince Ning Zhezhou. Unfortunately, he was born with a strange poison that damaged his Yuanlinggen. From now on, he can only be a It's a pity for mortals to cut off the way of cultivation.
It would be fine if he was a mortal, but he was born in Dongling Country, and everyone he saw around him were all cultivators, and he was the only one who couldn't cultivate, would he be unwilling
Do you feel uncomfortable when you see others practicing and pursuing the endless way
Wen Qiao couldn't see his thoughts from this gentle and handsome face, if he guessed with the mentality of an ordinary person, he would feel uncomfortable.
"I'm not uncomfortable." Ning Yuzhou said.
Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise.
Ning Yuzhou helped her sit on the bed, and said with a smile, "Your thoughts are already on your face, it's easy to see."
Wen Qiao almost couldn't help but want to touch her face, no one has ever said that to her.
Ning Yuzhou put the pot of spiritual grass on the window sill, and continued: "I don't feel uncomfortable. If you want to practice, you can practice. I won't stop you. If you need any cultivation resources, just tell me. Since we are Husband and wife, I will not hinder your martial arts."
Wen Qiao looked at him again in surprise.
Ning Yuzhou smiled slightly, "How about I call you Auntie?"
"Ah, yes." She said in a daze.
"Ah, it's late at night, it's time to rest." Ning Yuzhou still had that gentle expression, "Today is our bridal chamber wedding night, you can't deal with it like this, and your body can't bear it either."
Wen Qiao's pale face was a little flushed, and she glanced at the bed covered with a big red phoenix quilt, and suddenly became a little nervous.
She lay nervously on the bed, watching Ning Yuzhou put down the bed curtain nervously, and lay down next to her.
For the first time in her life, she was lying on the same bed with a person, as if she could feel that person's breath in her breath, her hands and feet were stiff, and she didn't know where to put them.
"Go to sleep." Ning Yuzhou said.
Wen Qiao made a small reply and closed her eyes.
I don't know what kind of fragrance was burned in the room. It was light and not greasy. Wen Qiao originally thought that he would not be able to sleep, and would mind that there was a stranger by his side. Unexpectedly, smelling the light scent of the spirit, I slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Before she fell into a deep sleep, she thought to herself, the Seventh Prince is really a good person, and tomorrow she will ask what kind of spiritual incense is burning in the house.
Until her breathing was long and calm, Ning Yuzhou turned her head and glanced at the girl beside her who shrank herself obediently.
His eyes slid across her immature face amidst her beauty, and he smiled silently.
This is still a child, it's still early.