Wen Zhaozhao hurriedly opened her hands to catch it, but as soon as she stepped on it, she forgot that she was stepping on a ladder. Fortunately, she was not stepping high. Wen Zhaozhao closed her eyes and shouted: "Oops." Then she fell down, and she was on all fours. When Cha wanted to grab something, he saw a shadow flash before his eyes, someone lifted him up at his waist, and a warm breath fell on his ears.
"Be careful."
Jing Yuan's crown prince stood blankly in front of Wen Zhaozhao's eyes. Wen Zhaozhao looked at him without blinking. She put her arms around Jing Yuan's neck. The two of them fell down together steadily and looked at Jing Yuan. Not wanting to let go yet, Wen Zhaozhao became nervous in a rare move.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince..." Before he finished speaking, Jing Yuan hit him hard. Wen Zhaozhao was forced to raise his head, and his neck was itchy from Jing Yuan's breath. Wen Zhaozhao turned his eyes and saw Jing Yuan's face. Very ugly.
His cheeks were pale, and the small mole between his eyebrows had lost its color. Wen Zhaozhao touched his forehead, and it was hot again. Only when he closed his eyes could he see the dark blue under his eyes.
Wen Zhaozhao shook his arm, and Jing Yuan just agreed vaguely, without any energy.
"Come quickly." Wen Zhaozhao supported half of his body and called out urgently but no one answered. There were not many immortal servants in Jingyuan's palace, and with him there were even fewer people in the lower world. This was Wen Zhaozhao's talent. It felt a little eerily empty.
It was so hard to scream every day. Wen Zhaozhao shouted so hard that her voice became hoarse, and she didn't even call a medical officer. She looked at Jing Yuan who was lying limply on the ground, and tried her best to lift him up, her legs were shaking. , the back touched Jing Yuan's chest, which made her cry out in pain.
"What are you hiding under your clothes?" Wen Zhaozhao breathed loudly, walked two steps and put Jing Yuan down again. She touched her back and the heat still lingered. Jing Yuan was unconscious, and she became bolder. Standing up, she muttered: "Damn you, nothing good happens every time I meet you. I saved you this time, and you won't be able to have Yingzhou's ideas in the future. I'll count to three. If you don't speak, I'll kill you." When you agree."
"one."
"two."
"three."
Wen Zhaozhao clapped his hands and squatted happily next to Jing Yuan, stroking his messy hair. The robe on his body was very dark, but it spoke well of him. Others wore old-fashioned clothes, but he looked extremely luxurious and worthy of the future. Emperor of Heaven, she thought silently in her heart, Jing Yuan, be a good Emperor of Heaven from now on.
Jing Yuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and some blood oozed from the clothes on her chest. Wen Zhaozhao didn't dare to delay any longer. She suppressed her shyness and vigorously tore open the clothes on Jing Yuan's chest to really see this up close. Wen Zhaozhao almost couldn't hold back his screams due to the wound.
The wound surrounded by black energy was large and round, and was constantly eating away. There was some rotten flesh in the middle. Jing Yuan's spiritual power lingered in it. The small silver-white thread was entangled with the black energy, and some were covered by the black energy. The tendency to eat.
Only then did Wen Zhaozhao realize that the wound had not healed, but had been suppressed by Jing Yuan. These days, Jing Yuan's energy had been consumed too much for other things, and the black energy had taken over.
This black energy even emerged provocatively, which made Wen Zhaozhao furious.
Wen Zhaozhao put Jing Yuan into a more comfortable position, used her sleeves to lift a cloud over him, and rushed to the bookshelf in three steps and two steps at a time, almost tripping herself. She was nervous for fear of delaying The time to save Jing Yuan.
Wen Zhaozhao climbed up the ladder. She didn't know the order of the volumes in Jing Yuan's books. She could only find clues from the books she had turned over. The covers of these books were old, and some were weathered as soon as they were picked up. Wen Zhaozhao saw Facing the vast sea of books in front of her, she felt a little helpless and painful. She threw all the books she had turned to the ground with a "bang" sound.
"Why are you so angry when you can't find a book?" Jing Yuan had already woken up. He looked at his open clothes and felt helpless. After all, someone had discovered him. He raised his upper body and covered it with his clothes without leaving any trace. Chest, he said: "Come down, it's useless, Qihuang Immortal Officer is also helpless, you alone can't cure me."
Jing Yuan coughed twice, but Wen Zhaozhao turned around. The books on the bookshelf were thrown down one by one. Jing Yuan frowned and wanted to say something else.
I heard Zhaozhao happily holding up a book and shouting: "Found it."
Jing Yuan was a little surprised. Wen Zhaozhao used her hands and feet to get down from the ladder. Because she had the experience of falling down just now, when she climbed down, she repeatedly checked whether she had stepped on it firmly.
Wen Zhaozhao sat down cross-legged. She turned the pages quickly, scanning each word with her fingers. Her brows furrowed even more every time she turned the page. Until the last page, there were only two words - no solution.
Wen Zhaozhao found it difficult to accept it. She suddenly turned around and looked at Jing Yuan. It turned out that Jing Yuan had known for a long time that there was no solution. Her heart felt sour and unbearable for a while, as if she had been soaked in plum wine and was bubbling.
Jing Yuan was still coughing, and everyone who heard it felt trembling. He asked Wen Zhaozhao to sit next to him and sighed: "Stop crying. I can't die unless the energy of chaos dies."
His fingers gently rubbed Wen Zhaozhao's cheek, and Wen Zhaozhao realized that she was crying. Salty tears flowed into her mouth, making her say "bah bah" twice.
"Come, clean up my wound." Jing Yuan reached into the spirit bag, handed Wen Zhaozhao a dagger, held her wrist and pointed it towards his chest.
Wen Zhaozhao was a little scared. She knew that Jing Yuan wanted her to clean up the rotten flesh for him. She held the back of the knife with both hands and scraped Jing Yuan's skin gently. Her tears became beads and fell down like money.
Jing Yuan was stunned and kept silent. He saw Wen Zhaozhao's panic and asked deliberately: "How did you find that book just now?"
There are more than 20,000 books here. Although Jing Yuan has read them all, he usually has a hard time finding them. It takes at least a quarter of an hour to find the books he needs. He has also photographed the order for them, but it is too troublesome after all.
"I, I saw that the covers of some books have aged a lot. It must be that the prince has read them frequently. The prince is worried about the energy of chaos. He must have read it many times. I just need to look for it in the old books, and the prince will always read it when he is reading. I made annotations and drew flowers on the footer of the book I read when I was a child. I guessed that this book must have been read recently, so I drew dragon horns." Thinking of this, Wen Zhaozhao choked up a little. She lost her mother when she was young. So Wen Yuandao indulged her very much. Her childhood was very relaxed, and the little Jing Yuan had to read these books over and over again every day.
"Quite smart." Jing Yuan gave her a rare compliment and completely stopped Wen Zhaozhao's tears. This was the first time that Jing Yuan saw a female fairy who could cry like this. If she is too happy, she will shed a few tears, and if she is too sad, she will shed a few tears. Crying, this was different from the fairies in the Nine Heavens. While it made him feel novel, it also gave him a headache.
The two kept talking to each other. Wen Zhaozhao cut off the last piece of rotten flesh and immediately bit her finger. Blood dripped on Jing Yuan's wound. Wen Zhaozhao clasped his hands together and chanted a tuneless song.
Jing Yuan obviously felt that his wound was itchy, as if there were ants gnawing at it. He turned over impatiently. Wen Zhaozhao kept talking. This itching sensation spread all over Jing Yuan's body. He couldn't help but let out a roar. groan.
"Wen Zhaozhao, what are you doing, stop." The dragon's chant penetrated Lingxiao, broke through the roof of the Prince's Palace and went upwards, shocking everyone in the Tiangong.
Wen Zhaozhao fluttered her fingers and finally stopped. Her breath calmed down and she explained: "This is our family's secret healing technique. It may have some effect, but my spiritual power is low and I can only seal the wound of His Highness the Prince. It can last for seven days.”
Wen Zhaozhao paused and said, "This is passed down from my mother, so your Royal Highness can rest assured."
Jing Yuan also heard a little bit about the secret skills of the Yinhu family. Many immortals sacrificed their lives in the battle to defeat the demons. Although the demons were defeated, the heavenly clan could only be regarded as a miserable victory. It was Yin. The elders of the tiger tribe led the tribe to use healing methods to save most of the immortals' lifespans. But the Silver Tiger clan also paid a heavy price for this. Generations of curses have backfired, and the healing technique has been lost ever since. Her mother is the last Silver Tiger to be cursed.
Jing Yuan was speechless for a moment, not knowing whether to say sorry or thank you. He lowered his eyes with complicated emotions, and met Wen Zhaozhao's amber eyes, which were as clear as the water of a small river. She said: "So, Your Highness, you Can you please leave Yingzhou Island as soon as possible? My father is a very good island owner."
Jing Yuan felt that his mood just now was in vain. He was about to taunt Wen Zhaozhao when a sound of footsteps was heard in the distance. Jing Yuan secretly returned to the Nine Heavens. Except for the clairvoyant Shunfeng Er who was guarding the Tianmen, he did not intend to let anyone else know. , Jing Yuan held Wen Zhaozhao's shoulders, rolled him twice on the ground, got behind the fairy pillar, and covered their figures with clouds.
"You said Jing Yuan is back? Where is his figure? Don't scare yourself."
Before seeing the person, she heard his voice first, and heard Zhao Zhao and wondered. Everyone in the Heavenly Palace spoke to Jing Yuan in a low voice. Who could be so arrogant? When she looked from a distance, she saw a woman with a colorful appearance walking towards her. , she wore a emerald fire phoenix crown dotted with gold threads on her head, and a red and exquisite jade and silver jacket, with thousands of years of spiritual stones inlaid everywhere. Her figure was a bit bloated, and her eyebrows were raised, which made Wen Zhaozhao shudder. Shiver, this person is none other than the Queen of Heaven.
"You just heard wrong. Yuan'er is in the lower realm to control the energy of chaos. How can he have time to come back?" The Queen was a little angry. She looked at the furnishings in the palace. The books thrown down by Wen Zhaozhao were piled on the ground in a mess. The Queen used a sharp tip to He picked up a book with his fingernails and said, "You must have heard it wrong. Where did the dragon roar come from? The book has obviously fallen. I'll just ask Xian'e to come over and clean it up."
"Then I heard wrong." The Heavenly Emperor who walked in later was even more majestic. His eyes were swept by him. Wen Zhaozhao's whole back froze. He looked at the painted dragon in the main hall with some regret: "Ruo Jing It’s okay that Yuan Zhen is my son, but he will die sooner or later. Aren’t I afraid that the energy of chaos will return to the Nine Heavens?”
The two sighed for a while and then left hand in hand. Wen Zhaozhao clearly felt that the breath around her body had become colder. She rubbed her nose, but Jing Yuan had already turned a deaf ear and stood up.
It can be said that this trip back to Jiuchongtian was fruitless. Jing Yuan didn't say a word on the way back, and Wen Zhaozhao didn't even raise his eyebrows, so he just calmly acted like a little tail.
One day in the sky and one year in the earth. Wen Zhaozhao didn't feel that he had been gone for long. When he saw that it was already dark on the second day in the lower world, Mimi was anxious to see her not coming back for two days and was so anxious that he wandered around the yard. He only relaxed when he saw her happily jumping down from the house.
"Miss, where have you been? The island owner has been fooled by me twice when he came to see you in the past two days. Please tell Mimi next time you go out." Mimi complained a little.
Wen Zhaozhao touched her waist affectionately upstairs: "Good Mimi, thank you for helping me cover up. Your lady, I helped the prince do something big today."
The prince, the prince again.
Mimi's face changed unnaturally, but Wen Zhaozhao didn't notice it and still said to himself: "But he is quite pitiful. Fortunately, he will leave in a few days, and then we can dominate Yingzhou again. When the time comes, I will take you to the demon market to eat."
"Are you leaving in a few days?" Mi Mi's eyes flickered, and she advised Wen Zhaozhao: "Miss, didn't you say that the prince was sinister and cunning before? Why are you always hanging out with him these days? You still stay away from him. Just a little, Mimi is doing it for your own good."
Wen Zhaozhao heard Mi Mi's hostility towards Jing Yuan and stopped talking. She agreed a few times and told Mi Mi to go and rest. When she saw Mi Mi go away, she closed the window and lay on the bed thinking about Mi Mi towards Jing Yuan. Is Yuan's fear too much?
