There were bandage marks on Qin Xinyao's legs. Her face was a little pale, but her eyes were smiling.
Qin Hongzhi hurriedly ran over to help her, and Qin Xinyao said "It's okay, it's okay" while giving her hand to him.
Qin Hongzhi helped Qin Xinyao sit down on the stone bench. Qin Xinyao took a deep breath and pouted and complained: "That bastard actually raised a colorful scorpion as a spiritual pet, which caused me a big loss."
Qin Hongzhi was shocked: "Colorful scorpion? This beast is highly poisonous, what about you?!"
"I have a Baijing Pill, and the poison has been almost eliminated. This injury, although I have applied medicine, will not heal for a while. Hiss - it hurts, it hurts, don't move!"
Qin Xinyao cried out in pain, and Qin Hongzhi quickly put down his hand to examine her injury. He thought for a moment, then pointed his fingers parallelly into a sword, his fingertips shimmering, and then quickly tapped Qin Xinyao's wound a few times.
"You-eh? It doesn't hurt anymore?"
Qin Xinyao looked at the injury in surprise and couldn't help but pinch it with her hands.
"It really doesn't hurt anymore. How did you do that?"
Qin Xinyao asked with bright eyes.
Qin Hongzhi smiled and said, "It's a little skill I learned from a senior. If you want to learn it, I'll teach you."
Qin Xinyao: "Okay, it's settled!"
Qin Hongzhi: "By the way, Qin Jianming..."
"died."
Qin Xinyao said simply.
Qin Hongzhi nodded and said nothing more.
Qin Xinyao's eyes showed pleasure.
"It's almost over, there's still Di Bin left."
Jing Yingrong said: "He escaped."
Qin Xinyao: "Huh?"
She reacted immediately and said, "Did Di Bin escape?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
Qin Xinyao: "When?"
Jing Yingrong: "Not long after you went out."
Snapped!
Qin Xinyao slapped her hand on the stone table, "He is quite clever and knows that I will settle the score with him, huh!"
Qin Xinyao glanced at the injury on her leg, gritted her teeth, and had the tendency to stand up.
Qin Hongzhi held her down without any explanation. He looked a little angry: "Don't move! What else do you want to do? You are still injured!"
Qin Xinyao bit her lower lip and said, "I'm worried that I won't be able to find him for revenge in the future."
Qin Hongzhi sighed.
"My father has reliable men. I will help you find someone to follow him. You won't be able to find him. Just rest in peace and recover."
Seeing that Qin Xinyao still had concerns, he advised: "His cultivation level is already one level higher than yours, and you can't get rid of him now."
Qin Xinyao was persuaded. She nodded heavily and said, "Thank you very much."
"No thanks needed."
Qin Hongzhi's eyes were soft.
After Qin Hongzhi left, Qin Xinyao remembered something.
"Yeah, he gave me something today, I forgot to ask him."
Qin Xinyao said to the mirror and took out such things from the storage ring.
"Hey, Chai Zi?"
Qin Xinyao raised the thing in her hand in surprise. The sapphire blue and emerald hairpin was dazzling in the moonlight, making people enchanted.
"What a beautiful hairpin, and a magic weapon... Why does it feel like I've seen it somewhere before?"
Qin Xinyao thought carefully.
Jing Yingrong: "One of the stores we went to."
"Oh -" Qin Xinyao suddenly realized, "I remembered it, no wonder it looked familiar. Hey, did he go back just to buy this?"
Qin Xinyao looked at the pearl hairpin happily and doubtfully, "But why did he give it to me?"
Jing Yingrong: "He likes you."
"...ah?!"
Qin Xinyao opened her mouth wide, and the pearl hairpin fell from her hand to the ground.
Mirror Reflection: "People give gifts to those they love."
Qin Xinyao's face turned red and she hurriedly picked up the hairpin.
"Hey, eh, what, what do you like? Sister Jing, you are serious, don't talk nonsense."
Jing Yingrong still maintained her cold face and said, "I'm not talking nonsense."
"Alas--"
Qin Xinyao made a strange noise and buried her head in her face.
When she raised her face again, she caught the fleeting curve of the corner of Jing Yingrong's mouth.
"Sister Jing, are you... laughing?"
Mirror Yingrong's eyes were slightly lowered, and his fingertips touched the corners of his lips: "I don't know."
"Smile, you just smiled."
Qin Xinyao said excitedly, if it weren't for the injury on her leg, she would have jumped up.
Mirror Yingrong: "Chaizi, don't you wear it?"
Qin Xinyao covered her ears.
"Don't mention Chai Zi!"
…
Qin Xinyao found someone to renovate her courtyard.
The ancestor of the Qin family inquired and wanted her to move to a more central place in the mansion. But Qin Xinyao refused.
Qin Xinyao said she was reluctant to leave the old place where traces of her mother's life remained. But in fact, she did it for the mirror.
"My mother is not having a good life here. She has no good memories, so she won't be reluctant to part with her."
Qin Xinyao, who had just returned from her ancestor's residence, lay on the table and said with a flat mouth.
Jing Yingrong browsed the jade slips in her hand while listening to Qin Xinyao's speech.
"After moving here, there will be a lot of people talking. Sister Jing, it will be inconvenient for you. Why don't you just stay here and have peace and quiet."
Jing Yingrong put down the jade slip and said "hmm".
Qin Xinyao straightened her back and asked expectantly: "How is it? Isn't the house I designed for you good?"
Jing Yingrong nodded.
"Is there anything that needs improvement?"
Mirror reflects: "No mirror."
"Don't want a mirror?" Qin Xinyao was stunned for a moment, then without asking any more questions, she said, "Okay, I will tell them."
Jing Yingrong suddenly turned her head and looked outside the door.
Qin Xinyao subconsciously wanted to follow her gaze, but Jing Yingrong held her head in place with her hands.
Qin Xinyao blinked: "Sister Jing?"
Mirror Yingrong: "The hairpin is crooked."
She tidied Qin Xinyao's hair and put the crooked hairpin back on her head.
Not long after, there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and then a clear young voice came in:
"Xinyao, are you there?"
Qin Xinyao's face was filled with fire and she shouted outside: "Not here!"
Then she said to the mirror with shame and eagerness: "Then I'm going out!"
"Go ahead."
Jing Yingrong watched Qin Xinyao jumping out of the house, the hairpin trembling in her hair like a fluttering butterfly.
The sunlight shone in, seeming to dissolve the long-lasting indifference between her eyebrows, and her dark eyes finally seemed to have warmth.
…
Soon after, a spacious, bright, elegant and quiet new room was added to Qin Xinyao's renovated yard.
After a long time, news spread from nowhere that a stunningly beautiful woman lived in Qin Xinyao's yard.
The woman would occasionally accompany Qin Xinyao to various places. Some people would come up to ask or try to get acquainted with her, but Qin Xinyao would only say that she was a relative from the branch who came to stay here.
Someone who was interested reported the matter to the ancestor of the Qin family, but only got a meaningful sentence from the ancestor: "Don't meddle in other people's business." After that, no one dared to mention it.
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