Chapter 8

Back at Jishuiyuan, Lianyue, who had been holding back all the way, finally couldn't help but speak.

"Miss, the seventh prince is really a good person. As expected, he has a peerless appearance, and few men in the world can match it. I heard that even the third prince pales in comparison with him. If it wasn't for the seventh prince who couldn't cultivate..."

Having said that, Lian Yue took a careful look at Wen Qiao, worried that she would care about her.

During these days, Lianyue could also feel the change in the Wen family's attitude towards Jishuiyuan. Of course, people who pursue the Dao wholeheartedly will not care about a marriage, nor will they be disturbed by these worldly things, but in this world, there are more people who are mediocre. More attention is paid to immediate interests.

They understood that with this marriage, Wen Qiao would not only lack the resources for cultivation, but no one would dare to bully him, otherwise, he would not give Ning's face. But besides that, what else? As long as there is a little pursuit, people will not be envious. Who wants to spend a few decades with a mortal who can't cultivate?

Wen Qiao glanced at her and said, "The Seventh Prince is fine."

Lianyue was relieved and smiled: "The slave took a look before and thought he was really good. By the way, he also gave you a gift, what is it?"

Wen Qiao hugged the white jade box in her arms, entered the room, sat on the couch by the window, and opened the box.

Lianyue glanced curiously and was disappointed, "What is this? It looks like a plant seed."

"Seventh-order spirit grass seeds." Wen Qiao said, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

Lian Yue scratched her head, she didn't understand a seed, why was the young lady so happy? If it is a seventh-order spirit grass, then it is worthy of joy. The seventh prince is also really strange, to give the young lady a seed. Could it be because she heard the rumors that her young lady really likes to plant grass, right?

Thinking of this, Lian Yue couldn't help but look at the pots of spiritual plants on the windowsill, and found that they were still growing lushly, with their vigorous vitality, who would believe that they were not weeds?

If it wasn't for her own young lady who raised it herself, Lian Yue also wondered if the young lady had a quirk of weeds.

Wen Qiao played with the seed for a while, and ordered, "Find me a flower pot."

Lian Yue sighed and hurriedly looked for the flower pot.

After finding the flowerpot, Lianyue thought about it and asked, "Miss, do you want to go to the Lingcao Garden to get some spiritual soil?"

Wen Qiao shook his head, "No need."

Then he instructed Lianyue to move the five pots of spirit plants on the window sill to the wall outside the window. Seeing that their roots were about to burst through the flowerpot, they simply transplanted them directly into the soil at the root of the wall and let them grow freely.

Lian Yue glanced at the yard while she was working, and muttered: "Recently, the flowers and plants in our yard have grown really well, but none of the plants in Changchun Garden have grown so well here. Could it be that the feng shui of Jishui Garden has improved. ?"

Wen Qiao sat aside and slowly filled the flowerpot with soil. Hearing this, he glanced at the yard.

For mortals, the theory of feng shui is illusory and mysterious, but for practitioners, these are similar to common sense. The so-called feng shui is only linked to the five elements. All look at the distribution of the five elements.

The location of Jishuiyuan is extremely biased, neither good nor bad, and the Primordial Spiritual Qi is naturally not abundant.

However, when she used the thin primordial aura in her body to give birth to spiritual plants every day, she missed a little bit of it and went out. The ordinary plants in the yard were stained with some, and they naturally grew vigorously. Although some plants and trees were fed back to her, they were still overflow state.

Buried the seventh-order spirit grass seed in the soil, Wen Qiao poured some water, and put it on the windowsill.

Lianyue also finished transplanting the few spiritual plants, and when she saw Wenqiao sitting by the window and staring at the flowerpot on the windowsill, she couldn't help shaking her head, not knowing what to see.

It was night, Wen Qiao pushed open the window.

Tonight is another full moon night. In the dark night sky, the full moon is in the sky, and the moonlight like water pours down.

Wen Qiao sat cross-legged, bathed in the moonlight, and practiced for a long time. After a little Primordial Reiki had accumulated in her body, she carefully put the few Primordial Reiki into the seeds in the flowerpot.

Her meridians are naturally thinner and more fragile than other cultivators, and the amount of Primordial Spirit Qi that can be absorbed each time is not much. Over the years, she has figured out a degree, as long as it does not exceed that degree, although the meridians are swollen and painful, they will not rupture and bleed.

In this way, there is not a lot of Origin Spiritual Qi that can be absorbed, and the cultivation base cannot advance an inch.

Until the Primordial Spirit Qi in the body was exhausted, the seeds in the flowerpot still did not move.

Wen Qiao was not surprised. The vitality of this seed was exceptionally strong. To promote it to germinate, she needed a lot of spiritual energy. With her current physical condition, she could not provide it with enough spiritual energy to take root and sprout.

The seeds couldn't take root and sprout and grow, and naturally they couldn't give back the essence of plants and trees. The light couldn't get in, which made Wen Qiao's already weak body a little overwhelmed.

After wiping away the cold sweat, Wen Qiao insisted and continued to meditate, until the Yuan Ling force in the body was full again, and the sky was dim.

Wen Qiao changed his clothes, crawled back to the bed exhausted, and fell asleep shortly after.

Before falling asleep, Wen Qiao thought, next time can't just focus on this seed, have to give birth to other plants and absorb some herbs to nourish the body.

As if she slept for a while, Wen Qiao was awakened by Lian Yue.

"What's the matter?" she asked hoarsely, her face was slightly cyan, and she looked like a gossamer.

Lianyue looked at her worriedly, thinking that she was sick again, she felt a little panic, and said softly: "The palace has come, and said that they want to discuss you and the seventh prince and the wedding date, the master invites you to come."

Wen Qiao snorted, her thick and curled long eyelashes trembled slightly, opened a pair of clear eyes, and reached out to the maid by the bed, "Wait for me to change."

Lian Yue helped her get up, took the clean clothes on the side and waited for her to put them on.

Dressed properly, Wen Qiao drank a cup of warm tea and felt much better before heading to the front hall.

In the flower hall, Wen Zhongqing and his wife sat together with someone sent by the royal family Ning to discuss the marriage of their children.

This time, the Ning clan of the royal family sent to discuss the marriage is an elder of the Ning clan, who has the cultivation base of Yuanling Realm.

Wen Zhongqing originally thought that even if the Ning family attached importance to this marriage, it was only Emperor Cheng Hao who attached importance to it. At most, he would send an elder of the Ning family who was the same generation as Emperor Cheng Hao, but he did not expect to send an elder from the Yuanling Realm stationed in the Ning clan's land.

Wen Zhongqing only had the cultivation level of Yuanmingjing, and in front of the seniors of Yuanlingjing, he was a little short, and he was frightened.

For a while, Wen Zhongqing couldn't understand Ning's views on this marriage.

When Wen Qiao came over, the two families had already set the wedding date, so they just waited to ask the parties.

"He's here." Wen Zhongqing called out somewhat rusty, looking at her with serious eyes.

The niece who was like a transparent person in the past did not expect to be so valued by the Ning family. If he hadn't known that Wen Qiao was a poor little girl who couldn't live beyond her 20s, he would have thought that the Ning family had some conspiracy.

The second lady was very enthusiastic. When Wen Qiao came to the front, she took her hand and said to the Ning family, "This is Wen Qiao, the third girl of our Wen family. Ah, this is Ning Huayuan from the Ning family. Senior Ning."

Wen Qiao couldn't see Ning Huayuan's cultivation, but from his restrained coercion and bearing, and the reactions of Wen Zhongqing and his wife, it could be seen that his cultivation was definitely not low, even Wen Zhongqing, the head of the Wen family Can only be held.

She bowed respectfully on the ground.

Ning Huayuan is a beautiful middle-aged man with a beautiful beard, with a clear face, a pair of sharp eyes, and a kind expression. He said warmly, "Miss Wen San doesn't need to be too polite, I'm here today to hear from you. Let's discuss Yuzhou's wedding date with you."

Wen Qiao hummed, and sat obediently listening, without the shyness of a young girl on her face.

Ning Huayuan looked at Wen Qiao, she was a peerless beauty, and Xia Ziyueyun was indeed a rare beauty. However, it is as delicate as a thin willow, with a weak breath, and his cultivation is only worthy of entering the middle stage of Yuanjing. In the eyes of cultivators like him, it is really not worth mentioning.

In the past, Wen Boqing and his wife were amazing and talented people. How could they think that their only daughter was a sick child, and their practice was cut off.

Pity……

Ning Huayuan thought to himself that it was a pity, but he didn't show the slightest hint, and asked Wen Qiao, "The wedding date is set for the third day of next month, does Miss Wen San think it's feasible?"

The practice world is different from the secular world. The strong are respected, and the etiquette is not strict. Most of the time, we don’t pay attention to modesty. When we get married, we usually focus on your love and my wishes, or only when it is beneficial to practice. Although the marriage between Wen Qiao and the Seventh Prince had nothing to do with cultivation, but in the cultivation world, he wouldn't stress too much red tape, so he would also ask the parties' opinions on this marriage.

Wen Qiao said quietly, "Junior has no opinion."

After listening, Ning Huayuan and Wen Zhongqing both smiled, obviously very happy.

Wen Qiao continued to sit quietly, listening to their discussion about the wedding, occasionally covering her mouth and coughing in a low voice.

Hearing her cough, Ning Huayuan looked over and said, "If Miss Wen San isn't feeling well, don't force it."

Wen Zhongqing and his wife also mentioned it in their hearts.

This niece is frail and sickly, and may not even live to twenty years. In fact, they are all surprised that she can live to reach her age. Now there is another marriage with the Ning family of the royal family. They really don't want to die before they get married. Wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the Ning family?

Wen Qiao swallowed the itch in her throat and said softly, "Thank you Senior Ning for your concern, this junior will save it."

Next, when Ning Huayuan and Wen Zhongqing discussed with the couple, no matter what they asked her for their opinion, Wen Qiao obediently said that she had no opinion, and the elders would arrange it.

After discussing the wedding, Ning Huayuan also left.

Wen Zhongqing and his wife took Wen Qiao to send him out.

After Ning Huayuan left, Wen Zhongqing and his wife turned to look at Wen Qiao, who was quietly waiting by the side.

Back at Jishui Courtyard, Wen Qiao swallowed a pill of Huanchundan under the service of Lianyue, lay on the bed, and secretly absorbed some of the herbal essence of the spiritual plants under the corner, her complexion finally improved a lot.

Next, wait for the wedding.