"Really!" Tianci immediately looked happy, but soon became quiet again, "Then will I never see Jiu'er and Mr. Baicao again?!"
Leng Ning saw his nostalgia and smiled comfortingly, "How can we never see you again? Mr. Baicao is your master. One day he was a teacher and he saved your life. When you grow up someday,
If you are successful in your studies, you can naturally come back to the palace to see him!"
Tianci sighed and understood that Jiu'er and Mr. Baicao could not stay with him forever like his mother. He immediately sat up and prepared to slip out of bed, "Then I'll go say goodbye to them!"
"No!" Leng Ning immediately grabbed his arm and dragged him into his arms, "You can't tell anyone about this, including Mr. Jiu and Baicao!"
"Why?!" Tianci was puzzled.
He was still a child after all, so how should Leng Ning explain this complicated situation to him.
Without saying anything, she gave a rare expression and said, "No need to ask any more questions. Just do everything as usual tomorrow. If you should, you should go and learn the poison skills from Mr. Baicao. Don't show your flaws!"
When Tianci saw her losing her temper, he realized that the matter was more serious than he thought. He stopped asking any more questions and lay back on the pillow, turned over and exposed his back to her.
Seeing that he was unhappy, Leng Ning just sighed inwardly and pulled the blanket to cover him.
The night gradually passed, Tianci fell asleep quietly, but Leng Ning was not sleepy. He turned off the lights and walked to the outside hall, took out the two wax blades from his body, thinking about how to deal with it tomorrow night, so that Mo Chuan would not be suspicious.
At this moment, a soft thud was heard, and a red rose flew in from the half-opened rear window and landed sideways in the glass vase on the table.
Leng Ning thought it was Ji Qingchen who was looking for her. He immediately stood up from his bed, walked to the window, and opened the partially closed rear window.
Unexpectedly, she looked left and right, but she didn't see anyone. Not to mention Ji Qingchen, there was no trace of anyone else.
With a slight sigh, Leng Ning walked back to the table in confusion, pinched the rose out of the vase, and looked at the rose petals carefully, but found no trace of writing on the petals.
She reluctantly pulled off the petals one by one until only a small half of the whole flower was left, and she did not find any writing on any petal.
Behind me, there was a gentle breeze.
Leng Ning turned around instinctively, and what appeared in her sight was a large handful of beautifully bloomed red roses.