The carriage drove slowly into the Lingfo Hall. Chunxiang got off the car first to take care of everything. Fang Qing then lived in an elegant residence not far from the Buddhist hall under the arrangement of the master.
The houses in Qingyaju are all made of green bamboo. Bamboo is used to make chairs, bamboo is used to make tables, bamboo is made to be solid, and bamboo is even used to make cups, bowls, and chopsticks.
Under the eaves of the bamboo house, there was a string of wind chimes made of conch shells and small bamboo tubes hanging. The breeze blew by, and the breath of the ocean wave brushed against her cheeks. Fang Qing couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Cough cough cough - cough cough cough -
The breath of the sea tide was accompanied by a familiar life-threatening cough, coming straight through the wind and shaking her eardrums.
"Third Miss, look, it's them." Chunxiang exclaimed, they seemed to have settled here too.
Fang Qing glanced at her lightly, and Chunxiang immediately covered her lips in panic.
The man in white, who was sitting peacefully opposite, nodded slightly towards Fang Qing. "Two girls, we meet again. It's rare to meet three times in one day. It's rare to be so destined. I wonder if the girl is in the mood to come over and have a cup of tea. We happen to have one here.
The Dahongpao of Wuyi Mountain."
"Thank you very much for your kindness, sir. I have accepted it. But for a young lady, tea is enough to quench her thirst. What's more, the young lady doesn't know how to drink tea, it's just like drinking tea from cows. Young Master, it's better to invite someone with knowledge."
Let's drink tea together and don't waste this precious Dahongpao." Fang Qing looked at Chunxiang. "Chunxiang, I've seen enough scenery, I'm a little tired."
"Third Miss, I will push you in to rest." Chunxiang hurriedly pushed Fang Qing into Qingya Residence. She didn't like to waste words with the two of them. Third Miss was right. If you can avoid them in the future, you should avoid them.
Just drive them.
Huo Gang raised his eyebrows in displeasure.
"The person who is able to be invited by the Third Prince is someone who has accumulated eight lifetimes of blessings and doesn't even know how to praise her."
"Huo Gang." The man in white gently took off his cloak, revealing his peerless face, a pair of blue eyes as deep and clear as the sea, slightly washed by splashes of water.
"This subordinate deserves to die!" Huo Gang immediately knelt down to accept the punishment.
"You were impulsive today." The man in white raised his tea cup and took a few sips gracefully. In the mist, his ice-blue eyes swayed with a halo.
"My subordinate will not do this again. Please give me another chance, Master." The stubborn and handsome young man gritted his teeth.
"If you want to continue to stay by my side, you know what to do, right?" The man in white raised his blue eyes.
"I understand." Without saying a word, Huo Gang pulled out the cold light dagger from his side and stabbed his shoulder. Blood spattered out like a shot.
The ice-blue eyes of the man in white were calm, and he raised his hand calmly. "Go down and treat the wound."
"Thank you, Master." Huo Gang hugged the injured part and retreated.
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At night, the moonlight is like water, shining slantingly on the window lattice.
Fang Qing suddenly opened her eyes in the soft white light. She drifted to Chunxiang, who was already sleeping soundly on the bamboo beside her. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she stood up and lay down, walking steadily and lightly.
Through her modern rehabilitation exercises, her legs were already able to walk as early as the time in Prince Ning's Mansion. However, at that time, there were many eyes and ears, so she could only continue to act like her legs were disabled.
However, it was uncomfortable to sit all day, so Fang Qing played the role of a disabled person during the day, and at night, she took advantage of Chunxiang's drugged sleep to go out and walk around.
Why did she take such pains to hide it from Chunxiang's eyes? It's simple. She doesn't trust anyone, she only trusts herself.
She flew up and started in the shady bamboo forest, holding a bamboo branch in her left hand, and her movements were as fast as lightning.
The wind breaks, brushes, brushes——
All of a sudden, the bamboo leaves were fluttering, and they were scurrying in panic in the night wind.