Did he hit something? It hurt, even after taking medicine, but looking at Leng Ningchi's worried look, he blurted out that it didn't hurt anymore.
However, this chestnut ointment is really refreshing and cooling when applied.
"It's too much trouble for you, so I'd better do it myself." Wen Renxian looked away, took the ointment from Leng Ningchi's hand, and formed a water mirror.
It’s okay if you don’t bother me, Leng Ning wanted to say this, but in the end she just quietly retracted her hand and turned to look at Shui Miaomiao.
"Miaomiao, what are you doing?" Leng Ningchi shouted, her eyes rolling so horribly.
Sticking out her tongue, Shui Miaomiao giggled, "I just wanted to see if it would disfigure my face."
"It's just some red and swollen marks. There are no scars, but your eyes are rolling down and your face is deformed."
"Hehe." Shui Miaomiao pretended to be stupid and fell into Leng Ningchi's arms. Leng Ningchi caught Shui Miaomiao firmly and took a funny breath.
"Ningchi, how did you find me here?"
"I, maybe have telepathy with you."
"Such a boring line." Shui Miaomiao chuckled. "I always feel like you read my script."
"gone."
Wen Renxian interrupted the two girls' play and said, "Miaomiao, I will take you back first."
As Leng Ningchi said, the Qingli Ointment reduced swelling very quickly, and Wen Renxian also calmed down. His mother's birthday party was not over yet, and he had to go back.
Leng Ningchi was pressed on the bed and covered with quilt.
Shui Miaomiao reluctantly counted the sheep on the bed, trying to hypnotize herself.
Wen Renxian wouldn't let him go out alone, so what else could he do except sleep.
"Your behavior reminds me of a common saying in the mortal world, what is it called, the emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is." Ying Yunsu played with the alstroemeria ice flower and looked coldly at Wenren Hongye, who was blowing his beard and staring in anger but had nowhere to get angry. .
"What kind of disciple he took in is simply unreasonable. He really shouldn't have listened to the ancestor and let him go. If his cultivation level does not advance, he will retreat. He is useless."
Wenren Hongye kept talking on the side.
Ying Yunsu listened indifferently, turning the Alstroemeria Ice Flower in her hand, and the frost spread along the Alstroemeria Ice Flower from her hand downwards. She rested her elbow on the armrest of the chair and was instantly connected to it. The tables and chairs were frozen.
Wenren Hongye stood up and knocked the Liuchu Ice Flower out of Yingyunsu's hand.
Looking back, I saw that the frozen tables and chairs instantly collapsed and turned into a puddle of water.
"What are you doing!" Wenren Hongye asked angrily.
Ying Yunsu raised her head, shook your frost in her hand, and glanced at Wenren Hongye, "I said that the cold-suppressed alstroemeria ice flowers are useless except for looking good. I just got rid of them."
"Then you can't touch it with your bare hands!"
"Really?" Ying Yunsu stood up, and the ice-covered seat behind her turned into a puddle of water at the same moment she stood up. "It doesn't matter. I'm made of ice anyway. What else can chill me?" Isn’t it?”
If you scold my son in front of me for being useless, do you still expect me to clap my hands and say hello?
Wenren Hongye turned off the flames instantly.
"Madam, Master" Xiaoxiao came in and looked at Wenren Hongye, then suppressed his smile and said tremblingly, "The Saint Yuan Ancestor ordered me to ask, the banquet must continue."
"Continue, who said it was going to be over!" Wenren Hongye glared and smiled.
Xiaoxiao was about to cry. This was what the Saint Yuan Ancestor asked him to ask.
"Come here." Ying Yunsu waved, and the meaning of Hu Xiaoxiao was very obvious. She glanced at Wenren Hongye and said, "Since we want to continue, shouldn't it be time for you, the master, to go out and take charge of the overall situation."
He strode away without saying a word.
He breathlessly smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. Every time he saw the master, he was either angry or on the verge of becoming angry.
"do not move."
Seeing Xiaoxiao and bending down to pick up the Liuchu Ice Flower, Yingyunsu hurriedly stopped her and said, "You need to dress me up first."
I really wanted to just crush it and throw it away, but I was a little reluctant, "Put it there, I'll clean it up later."
Shui Miaomiao doesn't know how the birthday party will end.
But it should be quite successful. Except for the protagonist, everyone came and basically achieved their goals. The Saint Yuan Ancestor also showed up, looking like he didn’t want to die. Some were relieved and some were worried, but they all felt confident. Some said Not sure, but also brought a few allies back along the way.
No matter how you think about it, this line of work is not bad at all.
Shui Miaomiao opened her eyes. The sky was gray and she didn't know when.
However, the cold hands placed outside the quilt reminded Shui Miaomiao that the city curtain was closed and the banquet was over.
He sat up, regained his composure, and listened to the movement outside the house.
Just listening to the noise coming over, it should be very lively outside.
Shui Miaomiao, who was confused, put on a coat and walked out of the house.
It turns out that the Guancheng Curtain was used to set off fireworks.
Shui Miaomiao leaned against the door frame. The fireworks were very beautiful, but Shui Miaomiao was not interested because in Yaocheng without the city curtain, wearing only one coat would definitely not protect against the cold.
Going to freeze.
Just as Shui Miaomiao was about to retreat into the room, Leng Ningchi left the courtyard.
Seeing her dress fluttering, Shui Miaomiao shuddered instantly, "Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze."
Leng Ningchi walked all the way into the courtyard, took off her veil, with a sleepy look on her face. When she heard Shui Miaomiao's voice, she looked up and suddenly woke up, "Miaomiao? Why are you standing outside!"
Shui Miaomiao rolled her eyes and avoided talking, "Is the banquet over?"
"Just now." Leng Ningchi strode closer, pulled Shui Miaomiao back into the room, wrapped her in the quilt, and scolded, "You really don't know how to take care of yourself."
Shui Miaomiao pretended to be cute and ignorant, and Leng Ningchi still wrapped herself into a seed. Seeing that Leng Ningchi was not as angry as before, she said, "Isn't this just waking up? My mind is not clear yet. How do I know the city?" The curtain has closed, what time is it now?”
"Xu time on the second day."
"It's midnight, it's getting late, you can go back to sleep." Shui Miaomiao fell onto the bed, then struggled to sit up and looked at Leng Ningchi, "The next day?"
"Yeah." Leng Ningzhi nodded, rubbing his sore eyes.
"I slept for more than a day!" Shui Miaomiao struggled out of the rice dumpling and pinched her face, feeling so magical. "You guys have had a really great birthday, but I heard it was quite lively outside."
"The gate of Yaocheng has been locked, and now we can't leave Yaocheng. We are gathering and making noise until dawn. If anyone is sleepy, tired or drunk, Yongzhou Yuanjun has also prepared a private room."
Leng Ning unconsciously leaned on Shui Miaomiao's shoulder and said in a tired tone, "I really can't hold it any longer. The Saint Yuan Ancestor left the scene earlier, and then it became more and more lively. After another half day, Leng Qiaoxian said she was tired. When I left the venue, I was told to go back and have a rest. The lively scene now seems to be just a group of people drinking."
Shui Miaomiao smiled clearly and saw that in that era there were a group of people who loved drinking together.
"Then get some sleep." Shui Miaomiao held Leng Ningchi's back and moved back.
Leng Ningchi shook her head and stubbornly stood up, "I, I'd better go back to the room and sleep."
"My bed is warm, why would you want to get into that cold bed? Ningchi, you dislike me."
"Of course not, I, I, I just."
Leng Ningchi still cares about the cold air on his body. Will Shui Miaomiao be frozen to death by just one quilt?
