"Squeak." The door of the Phoenix Palace was slowly pushed open. The sun shone on Yao Guang's body, and Yao Guang subconsciously blocked it with his hands before he could adapt to the dazzling sunlight.
Everyone outside the door looked over and saw Yao Guang, wearing a white skirt, standing in the door. It was all a burst of joy.
Yaoguang raised his legs and walked out.
"Sister." Before Yao Guang could open her mouth, a pink plush dumpling plunged into her arms. Then there was a burst of milky and milky wails.
Yao Guang raised the stuffed dumpling in front of his eyes, looked over it several times, and found that the little guy was fine. Then he looked at the little face of the stuffed dumpling and frowned: "These walnut eyes, you must It will take a few days for it to subside."
Datou sniffed pitifully, and tears fell down his face. A look of grievance and sadness. Seeing this, Yao Guang's heart almost broke: "Good baby, sister, isn't she coming back now? It's okay, don't cry."
"Wow, sister, I thought I would never see you again, wow. I'm scared to death." Big Tou cried loudly again.
"Be good, it's okay, don't cry. Sister, I can't bear to leave you." Yao Guang hugged his big head tightly, and then looked at the people who had come to greet him: "Father, mother, master, Chuhan, I have made you worry, I'm fine." Yao Guang said with a slight smile.
"You have suffered so much, and your face is so pale. Come, please tell the royal kitchen to cook some meals that the princess likes. It will be easy to serve her during this time." The queen wiped away her tears. Holding Yao Guang's hand, "My child, you have suffered."
Sheng Jinyuan secretly wiped his face: "Good boy, the Holy Family can't help you."
"Dad, don't be upset. I'm fine." Yao Guang smiled. "You are all tired from the past three days and two nights. Go back and have a rest. We will have dinner together in the evening."
"Okay. You have a good rest." Sheng Jinyuan glanced at Sheng Chuhan behind him, then pulled the queen away.
"Chu Han." Yao Guang smiled. Seeing Sheng Chuhan's somewhat weathered face, my heart ached. There was a pain in his heart, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
"Girl?! Phoenix?!" Sheng Chuhan and Guishan were both startled.
"It's okay, it's just a broken heart. Hehe." Yao Guang wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and smiled.
"Go inside first, let me take a look." Guishan said.
Sheng Chuhan picked up Yao Guang and strode in quickly, placing Yao Guang on the bed. Yao Guang leaned on the bed and checked Guishan's pulse: "The heart pulse is seriously damaged. This injury cannot be reversed. It will be cured for a while, but it can still be controlled. After this, your spiritual power will be stronger, and it will not be affected in the future. Of life. Just lately, be careful.”
"I understand." Yao Guang nodded.
"I'll make some medicine for you and prepare you a medicinal bath at night. Let's talk, Datou, come on," Guishan said.
"Sister, I'll be back soon." Datou understood what Gui Shan meant, kissed Yao Guang, and jumped into Gui Shan's arms.
Seeing Guishan's figure walking away, Sheng Chuhan couldn't hold back any longer and shed tears: "It hurts, but I can't help you. I'm useless, right?" The man shed tears but didn't shed them easily. Not to the point of sadness.
Yao Guang looked at Sheng Chuhan and shook his head gently: "It's all over. It's okay. During this period of time, I need you to protect me. I can't use my spiritual power anymore. My heart is a bit hurt."
"Yeah." Sheng Chuhan nodded vigorously.
"Go back and have a rest. Come pick me up at Qing'an Hall in the evening." Yao Guang looked at the dark circles under his eyes and knew that he had not slept for three days and two nights.
"Okay. You are so happy." Sheng Chuhan stood up and walked away with three steps.
