Due to the large amount of fire poison she was infected with, Lan Ningshuang was still a little weak even after being cured by her uncle.
Therefore, she did not practice controlling her strength at the lake pavilion. Instead, she returned to the wing early and lay down on the bed.
But she didn't rest directly. Instead, she lay on the bed and read books.
Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he looked shocked, sometimes he looked tender, sometimes he closed his eyes shyly, and then continued to read the book in his hand between his eyes.
These books were brought to her by Qing'er and the maids in her house, saying they would relieve her boredom when she was tired.
And it was these books that opened a new door for her.
“I thought Grandma Liu’s family was knowledgeable enough, but I didn’t expect that there are so many more knowledge in this book.
Can a woman who is not practiced in Shenwu Taoism really do it?" Lan Ningshuang murmured in a low voice with her cheeks fluttering.
When her love reached the depths, her uncle's figure appeared in her mind unconsciously.
It's like bringing my uncle to the men in those story books, nothing out of the ordinary.
The same is so handsome, the same is the same outstanding talent, the same is the same humor.
When Lan Ningshuang thought like this, she had already brought herself into the storybook, and she became even more fascinated by it.
Just as she was immersed in it, the door to the wing was suddenly pushed open. Lan Ningshuang was startled. She hurriedly stuffed the book in her hand under the pillow, and then pulled the quilt away.
However, she forgot that there were several story books on the quilt that she had read but not put away.
Because the movement of pulling the quilt was too big, the book fell to the ground and the pages were opened.
Some can only see text, which is better.
But you can see some illustrations, the pictures are so beautiful...
"Ningshuang, are you feeling better?" Liu Jianli stepped into the house and asked softly.
She and Lan Ningshuang have known each other since childhood. Although the latter is her sword attendant, they are like sisters.
Therefore, when we usually get along, we don’t worry too much.
Seeing that there was no one at the lake pavilion, Liu Jianli knew that Lan Ningshuang should be in the wing, so he rushed to check on the situation.
"Little Miss..." Lan Ningshuang held up the quilt and covered her lips, her face was so red that it looked like it could drip water.
She didn't dare to speak loudly, and her eyes were a little evasive.
Glancing at the storybooks with open pages on the floor, she was extremely embarrassed and regretted that she was so absorbed in reading that she didn't hear the movement outside the house.
Otherwise, how could she not know that someone was coming with her sixth-grade Shenwu ears?
Liu Jianli looked at Lan Ningshuang and saw that the other person's face was abnormally red: "Is it possible that you haven't recovered yet? I want to go find him?"
Naturally, he was referring to Qin Feng.
Lan Ningshuang was shocked when she heard this and said hurriedly: "Miss, no need, I'm fine. It's just that the quilt is a little thick and it's too hot."
If my uncle knew that she read these scripts, it would be better to make her die of shame.
Liu Jianli's fair ears twitched slightly: "Your heart is beating very fast, are you really okay? I'd better go find him, it's safer."
"Miss, I'm really fine. There's no need to trouble my uncle." Lan Ningshuang lifted the quilt, and there was even a hint of pleading in her tone.
Liu Jianli stared at the other person for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at the books on the ground.
She walked closer slowly and picked up one of the books. The title of the book was "Ten Miles of Red Makeup" and she briefly flipped through the first few pages.
It was about a lady who fell in love with a man in the Demon Slayer Division.
There isn't much in the front, it's mostly text, telling the story of how the two got to know each other and fell in love.
Especially when the man and his colleagues rush outside the city to kill the monsters to protect the safety of the place where the woman lives, it is tragic and heartfelt.
But when the man returns home in triumph and confesses his feelings to the woman, there is something wrong with the style of writing.
Especially the illustrations next to the pages of the book are simply...
Liu Jianli closed the storybook. Under the light of the candle in the wing, her cheeks had a touch of pink, which was really beautiful.
"Ningshuang, these books..." She hesitated.
"Miss, these books are not mine, they were left by Qing'er and the others for me to relieve my fatigue. You came here before I even read them." When Lan Ningshuang said this, she did not have the confidence to do so.
"Is it because of these things that you look strange in your body?" Liu Jianli asked softly.
"Little... miss, please don't say any more. I also want to teach you more about how to get along with your uncle, so I'm just reading this." Lan Ningshuang explained palely.
In fact, there was a sentence that she had not said out loud. She also wanted to know more about it in advance. After all, maybe it could be used in the future?
Liu Jianli made a move with his right hand, and the books on the floor were swept to the table and stacked neatly.
It is easy for a fourth-grade martial artist to control his energy.
She came to the bed and sat down, but stopped talking.
In this silence, Lan Ningshuang was so embarrassed that she wanted to bury herself in the quilt.
Until Liu Jianli spoke again, with a confused tone: "Then why did the woman in the story do what she did? This is different from what you said before."
Lan Ningshuang blushed and said, "Maybe that way..."
"I see." Liu Jianli nodded slightly, then stood up: "Ningshuang, rest more, I'll leave first."
When she left, she did not put down the book she was holding.
The shy Lan Ningshuang did not notice this. After the door of the wing was closed again, she hurriedly stood up and put away all the storybooks on the table, swearing in her heart that she would never read them again.
After about a stick of incense, she lay on the bed again, holding a book and reading with gusto.
"Uncle~"
...
"Sneeze." Qin Feng rubbed his nose and asked curiously: "Is it because I have a cold?"
After Bi Fang's aura was banned, Jinyang City also returned to the coldness that it should have in winter.
Qin Feng wrapped himself in black clothes and examined the divine sea.
Bi Fang's remnant soul was obviously seriously injured. Under the five-thunder blockade, he had no movement and just curled up quietly.
He glanced at the lavender gas in the sea, which was tempered literary energy.
And he could clearly feel that these lavender literary auras had an indescribable power.
Qin Feng thought of the pure energy displayed by the old man, and guessed in his mind that perhaps these lavender literary energy were righteousness.
After all, it is mentioned in the book that different literati have different righteousness due to different opportunities.
Some people use the fire-type visualization chart, and the righteousness tempered is as red as fire.
Then he used the Five Thunder Visualization Chart, and the righteousness tempered was lavender, which is reasonable...
"I wonder if I can use this lavender righteousness?" Qin Feng rubbed his chin, and then took out a white glove from the Sumeru Ring.
After putting it on himself, he opened the window.
With a thought, the lavender righteousness in the divine sea continuously flowed into the white thunder array pattern on the inside of the glove.
Although the White Thunder Formation needs to be activated by Wen Qi, Zheng Qi is the product of Wen Qi tempered and can naturally be used.
After all the righteous energy in the divine sea merged into the formation, there were lightning arcs surging on the white gloves?
Qin Feng's eyes widened, and then he saw a ray of purple light shooting straight into the sky!