Chapter 192: Shameful Talk
Qin Mansion, in a wing room.
Due to the large amount of fire poison she was infected with, Lan Ningshuang was still a little weak even after being cured by her uncle.
Therefore, she did not practice controlling her energy at the lake pavilion. Instead, she returned to the wing early and lay on the bed.
But she didn't rest directly. Instead, she lay on the bed and read books.
Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he looked shocked, sometimes he looked tender, sometimes he closed his eyes shyly, and then continued to read the book in his hand between his eyes.
These books were brought to her by Qing'er and the maids in her house, saying they would relieve her boredom when she was tired.
And it was these books that opened a new door for her.
“I thought Grandma Liu’s family was knowledgeable enough, but I didn’t expect that there are so many other ways in this book.
Can a woman who is not practiced in Shenwu Taoism really do it? "Lan Ningshuang Xiafei's cheeks murmured in a low voice.
When her love reached the depths, her uncle's figure appeared in her mind unconsciously.
It's like bringing my uncle to the men in those story books, nothing out of the ordinary.
The same is so handsome, the same is the same outstanding talent, the same is the same humor.
When Lan Ningshuang thought like this, she had already brought herself into the storybook, and she became even more fascinated by it.
Just as she was immersed in it, the door of the wing was suddenly pushed open. Lan Ningshuang was startled. She hurriedly stuffed the book in her hand under the pillow, and then pulled the quilt away.
However, she forgot that there were several story books on the quilt that she had read but not put away.
Because the movement of pulling the quilt was too big, the book fell to the ground and the pages were opened.
Some can only see text, which is better.
But you can see some illustrations, the pictures are so beautiful
"Ningshuang, are you feeling better?" Liu Jianli stepped into the house and asked softly.
She and Lan Ningshuang have known each other since childhood. Although the latter is her sword attendant, the two are like sisters.
Therefore, when we usually get along, we don’t worry too much.
Seeing that there was no one at the lake pavilion, Liu Jianli knew that Lan Ningshuang should be in the wing, so he rushed to check on the situation.
"Little miss." Lan Ningshuang held up the quilt and covered her lips. Her face was so red that it looked like it could drip water.
She didn't dare to speak loudly, and her eyes were a little evasive.
Glancing at the storybooks with open pages on the ground, she was extremely embarrassed. She only regretted that she was so absorbed in reading that she didn't hear anything going on outside the house.
Otherwise, how could she not know that someone was coming with her sixth-grade Shenwu ears?
Liu Jianli looked at Lan Ningshuang and saw that the other person's face was abnormally red: "Is it possible that you haven't recovered yet? I want to go find him?"
He was naturally referring to Qin Feng.
Lan Ningshuang was shocked when she heard this and said hurriedly: "Miss, no need, I'm fine. It's just that the quilt is a little thick and it's too hot."
If my uncle knew that she read these scripts, it would be better to make her die of shame.
Liu Jianli's fair ears twitched slightly: "Your heart is beating very fast, are you really okay? I'd better go find him, it's safer."
"Miss, I'm really fine. There's no need to trouble my uncle." Lan Ningshuang lifted the quilt, and there was even a hint of pleading in her tone.
Liu Jianli stared at the other person for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the books on the ground.
She walked closer slowly and picked up one of the books. The book was called "Ten Miles of Red Makeup" and she briefly flipped through the first few pages.
It was about a lady who fell in love with a man in the Demon Slayer Division.
There isn't much in front of it, it's mostly text, telling the story of how the two got to know each other and fell in love.
Especially when the man and his colleagues rush outside the city to kill the monsters to protect the safety of the place where the woman lives, it is tragic and heartfelt.
But when the man returns home in triumph and confesses his feelings to the woman, there is something wrong with the style of writing.
Especially the illustrations next to the pages of the book are simply
Liu Jianli closed the storybook. Under the light of the candle in the wing, her cheeks had a touch of pink, which was really beautiful.
"Ningshuang, these books" she hesitated.
"Miss, these books are not mine, they were left by Qing'er and the others for me to relieve my fatigue. I didn't even read them much, and you came here." When Lan Ningshuang said this, she didn't have the confidence to do so.
"Is it because of these things that you look strange in your body?" Liu Jianli asked softly.
"Little miss, don't say any more. I also want to teach you more about how to get along with your uncle, so I'm just reading this." Lan Ningshuang explained palely.
In fact, there was a sentence that she hadn't said out loud. She also wanted to know more about it in advance. After all, maybe it could be used in the future?
Liu Jianli made a move with his right hand, and the books on the floor were swept to the table and stacked neatly.
It is easy for a fourth-grade martial artist to control his energy.
She came to the bed and sat down, but stopped talking.
In this silence, Lan Ningshuang was so embarrassed that she wanted to bury herself in the quilt.
Until Liu Jianli spoke again, with a confused tone: "Then why did the woman in the story do what she did? This is different from what you said before."
Lan Ningshuang blushed and said, "Maybe that way..."
"I see." Liu Jianli nodded slightly, then stood up: "Ningshuang, rest more, I'll leave first."
When she left, she did not put down the book she was holding.
The shy Lan Ningshuang did not notice this. After the door of the wing was closed again, she hurriedly stood up and put away all the notebooks on the table, swearing in her heart that she would never read them again.
About an incense stick later, she lay on the bed again, holding a book, reading with great interest.
"Son-in-law"
"A-choo." Qin Feng rubbed his nose and asked curiously, "Did you catch a cold?"
After Bifang's breath was sealed, Jinyang City also regained the coldness that it should have in winter.
Qin Feng wrapped his black clothes around himself and examined the sea of shen.
Bifang's residual soul was obviously seriously injured. Under the blockade of the five thunders, it did not move, but just curled up quietly.
He glanced at the lavender gas in the sea of shen, which was the refined literary energy.
And he could clearly feel that these lavender literary energy had an indescribable power.
Qin Feng thought of the clear energy displayed by the old man, and guessed in his heart that perhaps these lavender literary energy was righteous energy.
After all, the book also mentioned that different literati, because of different opportunities, tempered righteous energy is also different.
Some people used the fire-shaped visualization diagram, and the righteous energy they tempered was as red as a raging fire.
Then he used the Five Thunders Visualization Diagram, and the righteousness refined was light purple, which was reasonable.
"I wonder if I can use this light purple righteousness?" Qin Feng stroked his chin, and then took out a white glove from the Xumi Ring.
After he put it on himself, he opened the window.
With a thought, the light purple righteousness in the sea of gods continuously flowed into the white thunder array diagram on the inside of the glove.
Although the white thunder array needs to be driven by the literary energy, the righteousness is the product of the quenching of the literary energy, so it can naturally be used.
When all the righteousness in the sea of gods is merged into the array diagram, there is actually a lightning arc surging on the white glove?
Qin Feng widened his eyes, and then saw a purple light rushing straight into the sky!