In the dead of night, Shui Miaomiao slowly woke up. Before she opened her eyes, she could hear the unique sound of insects chirping at night and the sound of candles exploding.
Finally, it was no longer as dead as the previous nights. Shui Miaomiao slowly opened her eyes. The surrounding lights were dim and there was a candle not far away.
Shui Miaomiao slowly sat up, and belatedly realized that she was not in the East Shangfang, but that she was in Fu Lingjun's Hongyuxuan? It seemed that he lost consciousness after drinking the medicine handed over by Fu Lingjun.
By the way, what kind of taste is in my mouth?
Shui Miaomiao stuck out her tongue, and she didn't know how to describe the strange taste in her mouth. It was looming but densely covered in the entire mouth. It was sticky and couldn't be savored. The aftertaste made people sick.
"Ugh~~"
Shui Miaomiao patted her tongue, no, she had to find some water and wash it.
I feel a little dizzy when I stand up or get out of bed in a hurry.
Shui Miaomiao closed her eyes and calmed down for a while, then walked towards the coffee table. Passing by the armchair nearby, Shui Miaomiao, who was focusing on the taste in her mouth, took a strange step forward.
On the couch shrouded in darkness, Fu Lingjun opened his eyes and followed Shui Miaomiao. What did she mean by that action just now?
A pot of herbal tea was poured out in a matter of seconds, which Shui Miaomiao used as mouthwash.
But the taste in her mouth seemed to be even weirder. Shui Miaomiao, who was searching for water again, untied her collar and didn't know why. After she woke up, she was not cold anymore, but she was very hot.
It wasn't the heat of sweating, it was the irritability coming from the heart. Shui Miaomiao simply took off her coat.
Where is the water?
In his irritation, Shui Miaomiao prepared to use the water-bending technique to summon some water for himself, but as soon as he used his spiritual power, the spiritual power flowing through his meridians seemed to be twisted together instantly.
After falling to the ground, Shui Miaomiao held on to the coffee table. Her body ached from the inside out and she could only break into a cold sweat.
She knew that even if she wasn't cold anymore, she wouldn't be much better. She couldn't use her spiritual power at all now.
Sighing, Shui Miaomiao got up from the ground and walked out the door.
Opening the door, a gentle breeze blew by, but it couldn't take away half of the warmth on Shui Miaomiao's body.
He casually picked up the peach blossoms that had fallen on the steps in the wind, put them into his mouth and chewed them to cover up the sticky taste in his mouth.
There are so many peach blossoms, but I wonder if they can bear a few peaches.
Shui Miaomiao thought casually and spat out the bitter peach blossoms in her mouth.
Her original intention seems to be to solve the problem of Baihua shyness, but has she solved it? She seemed to be unable to smell the fragrance of peach blossoms in the forest as always.
Fu Lingjun seemed to have said that he should drink more and take more medicine. Once he took the medicine, he successfully made himself unconscious for a long time. What would happen if he drank more and more medicine... Shui Miaomiao fanned the wind with her hands.
She was still hot, and it felt like she was about to burn from the inside out. For some reason, Shui Miaomiao suddenly wanted to move urgently.
Shui Miaomiao jumped down the steps and practiced the Xuan Yi Gui Jin Gong under the moonlight at night. Only when the sweat covered her eyes did the hot feeling dissipate a little.
Shui Miaomiao unconsciously drank so much tonic that it was difficult for her body to consume it all at once, but it was only a matter of time.
If Shui Miaomiao continues to faint unconsciously, the excess spiritual energy will dissipate as time goes by.
But now, even if Shui Miaomiao has not used his mental skills, a large amount of movement is still absorbing the spiritual energy that Fu Lingjun intended to waste.
Shui Miaomiao lay on the ground and rested for a while without any image. After waiting for the burning feeling to return, Shui Miaomiao got up again.
Because he couldn't use his spiritual power, Shui Miaomiao broke off half of a peach tree branch and used it as a sword.
Holding the sword and raising the stance, Shui Miaomiao seemed to have a different perception without using his spiritual power today.
Qingyan cannot appear without spiritual power, and at this moment, the peach branches streak across the night sky, with a faint smell of burning. Unexpectedly, sometimes practicing is quite interesting.
In order to eliminate the heat in her heart, Shui Miaomiao was very busy after practicing the sword skills and sword techniques.
The wooden talisman on the couch sat upright at some point. Sanshui seemed a little crazy and squeamish at first glance, but he was unexpectedly tough...
The sky was slightly bright, and Shui Miaomiao was leaning on the handrail on the steps, eyes half-squinted.
She was tired or not. Her mind was telling her that she should be tired, but her body was extremely excited. It was obvious that she couldn't hold the peach branch just now.
So is excitement and heat also a side effect that damages the soul?
Better than shivering from the cold.
Shui Miaomiao comforted herself and tried to summon some water to moisten her throat. It was better than last night. The water fell into her mouth smoothly. Although it was accompanied by a throbbing pain in her head, it was barely bearable.
I don't know who is on the competition stage today, but yesterday she was already very out of her depth.
After adjusting her mentality, Shui Miaomiao got up and walked to Hongyuxuan, fetching water and washing up. Then she suppressed the restlessness in her heart, picked up the coat thrown on the ground and put it on.
She should look dignified now. As long as she is alive, Shui Miaomiao will not forget her central idea.
There is a small kitchen in Hongyuxuan, with a blackened medicine stove placed on the stove.
"What are you using this for cooking!"
Shui Miaomiao pinched her nose and threw the medicine stove out of the window. Now is the time for her to show off her skills. How does the saying go, 'To capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.'
Although Shui Miaomiao doesn't agree with this statement, how can love be related to washing and cooking?
Shui Miaomiao, who was squatting next to the couch, was looking at him so intensely that Fu Lingjun, who was pretending to be asleep, couldn't bear it and slowly opened his eyes, "Sanshui?"
Shui Miaomiao, who was smiling like a flower, rushed to the couch and said, "Good morning, Fu Lingjun, I really bothered you yesterday. I prepared breakfast and put it on the table. Remember to eat it while it's hot."
"Uh, thank you." Shui Miaomiao's smile was so dazzling that Fu Lingjun didn't react for a moment, and was quickly helped up by Shui Miaomiao's hand.
"I should still have a competition today. It might be more difficult. Can I come later than yesterday?"
"Are you coming again?"
Shui Miaomiao opened her eyes wide and said doubtfully: "The Hundred Flowers Shame has not been solved yet. Didn't Fu Lingjun say that you need to drink more of the medicine?"
It seems so. Fu Lingjun nodded. Shui Miaomiao, who was mainly anti-customer, was a bit uncomfortable for him.
"Then I'll go to morning class first!"
Shui Miaomiao tilted her head, pretending to be cute, blinked, and jumped away.
She felt that Fu Lingjun seemed to like looking into her eyes. He knew where his advantages were, and of course he had to use them to the fullest.
Looking at Shui Miaomiao's leaving figure.
Fu Lingjun blushed and covered his face with his hands. What a big deal!
"Is that girl gone? I seem to smell the porridge my mother cooked."
Fu Lingjun raised his hand and pulled off a talisman. He rolled his eyes at Jun Weapon Master who appeared, "You know how to eat. It's been a long time since I saw my mother. Do you still remember?"
Halfway through, Fu Lingjun looked at the steaming table on the table. It seemed that the smell was a bit like the porridge cooked by his mother...
As soon as the two people's eyes fell on each other, Fu Lingjun quickly fixed the Jun weapon master on the spot, then calmly arranged his clothes, got into the wheelchair, and drove towards the table.
