After hearing this, the imperial doctors exhaled heavily.
Turn around and retreat!
Nishang looked with satisfaction at the entrance of Xiaolin Garden, which had finally calmed down. She turned around and saw the wooden shadow standing still as if it were an ice sculpture.
She raised her chin triumphantly and said with a smile: "Mumu, have you seen that a master will know when he takes action! You have been in a cold war with them for so long, but it's useless! Look at me, you can solve it in just a few words!"
"Well, Miss Nishang is really amazing, I admire you!"
Mu Ying gave her a nonchalant look, turned around, hugged the sword and was about to leave.
"Hey, wait!" Nishang yelled.
"..." Mu Ying paused in his steps, turned around, and saw another lukewarm look.
"Hey, do you hate me?" Nishang pouted, a little unhappy.
"……No!"
"Then why don't you talk to me?"
"..."
"Hey, tomorrow night is the annual lantern show, would you like to accompany me to put out the lanterns?" Nishang lowered her head, and under the clear moonlight, two red clouds floated on her little face, she was so shy!
Mu Ying turned around and saw the peach blossom-like beauty of the girl. Her shy look made the man's cold heart soften inexplicably.
The sentence "I don't have time" stuck in his throat, and he replied noncommittally: "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
"Oh, okay!" Nishang nodded, twirling the corners of her clothes with her fingers, her little heart beating like a deer.
Staring blankly at the wooden shadow flying away like a gust of wind, the corners of her lips raised uncontrollably and she smiled silly.
"Yo yo yo, someone is feeling springy!"
Suddenly, a teasing voice came from behind her, and she was slapped hard on the shoulder. Nishang was so frightened that she yelled, "Who!"
Turning around, a certain "unconscious" princess stood in front of her with a sweet smile, touching her chin mischievously, "Hey, are you interested in that piece of wood?"
"Oh, Princess, why are you out? Come in quickly, don't let anyone see you!"
Nishang's face felt as if it was being roasted by fire, turning red and hot in an instant.
He didn't dare to answer Chen Xi's question directly, so he could only find an excuse to drag Chen Xi to the new house.
Amitabha, Your Majesty, please save this slave. She prayed silently in her heart.
"Hahaha... I was right!"
Chen Xi bumped into Nishang's elbow and let her pull him away. He said half teasingly and half seriously: "Little girl, what kind of dowry do you want? How about I prepare it for you first?"
"Oh, Princess..."
The little girl covered her face and stamped her feet angrily, "Those are all matters that don't even spell out, so don't make fun of them!"
"Oh? You haven't written your horoscope yet? Isn't it? I just heard that someone is going to put out lanterns together tomorrow!"
Chen Xi raised her eyebrows, it was rare that she had someone around her who could make fun of her.
Looking playfully at somewhere on the wall, she followed Nishang into the room in a funny way, wondering what Muying's wooden figure would look like if he became shy.
As a result, she really couldn't imagine that the face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years would change.
So, he walked straight into the room and said to a certain man who was sitting on the soft couch playing with a tea cup: "Master, my colorful girl has taken a liking to your wood. What do you say?"
"Ah? Xi'er asked what the king said?"
Feng Qingyang, who was being questioned, raised his head, his eyes were filled with mist, and he answered with a naive smile: "I have fallen in love with Xi'er! Xi'er, don't you know?"