Chapter 11

Ning Yuzhou settled down and walked into the new house.

Because it was held as a wedding in the secular world, the entire Seventh Prince's Mansion was decorated with lights and beams of joy. This new house was also dressed in red and green, and the red was so dazzling that the cultivators thought that such a bright red was extremely tacky and had no taste at all.

However, because the girl standing in this cheesy red is too beautiful, it adds a bit of aura, and the whole room is also a bit more tasteful.

Seeing Ning Yuzhou come back, the maids in the room stepped forward and saluted, and then left with great tacit understanding, by the way, they took out Lian Yue who was standing there stupidly.

Lian Yue actually didn't want to leave, but she couldn't bear that those maids were all warriors, so she easily carried her bean sprouts out.

There was no one else, and the originally crowded room suddenly became more spacious.

Wen Qiao hugged the flower pot and looked at Ning Yuzhou like that, without saying a word.

Ning Yuzhou also looked at her, looked at the pink, moist, fresh and elegant girl after bathing, coughed lightly, and asked, "What's in this flowerpot?"

"The seventh-order spirit grass seed, you gave it." Wen Qiao replied and asked, "I want to put it in the house, do you mind?"

"Naturally not." Ning Yuzhou's lips curled into a smile, a pair of warm eyes seemed to moisten the spring water, which warmed the hearts of people's hearts, "We will be husband and wife in the future, sharing weal and woe, you can do whatever you want, you don't need to ask me."

Wen Qiao's cold face softened a lot, she thought about it, and said thank you.

"Why thank you?" Ning Yuzhou was puzzled and felt that she was being too polite.

Wen Qiao said seriously: "You are a good person, thank you."

If she wasn't a good person, how could she know that she was not in good health and her life span was limited, and even asked Emperor Cheng Hao to marry them and give her gifts with great fanfare, but everything she needed would be delivered to her. Although the world said that the seventh prince must have fallen in love with her, that was why he was so attentive, but Wen Qiao felt that the seventh prince was a person who valued love and righteousness. Because her father rescued him back then, he protected him without any regrets. she.

In fact, there is no need to perform this marriage. If Ning shi didn't say it, who would know? Even if the Wen family knew about it, they would not confront the Ning Clan for a short-lived sick seedling.

Getting married with the seventh prince is more beneficial than detrimental to her, but it doesn't seem to be beneficial to the seventh prince, but rather a drag.

"Are you a good person?" Ning Yuzhou smiled again, the gentle smile of a spring breeze was a little more ambiguous.

Before Wen Qiao could understand, Ning Yuzhou said softly, "Are you tired after a busy day? Why don't you rest first."

Wen Qiao first hummed, thinking of something, and couldn't help but look at him.

When those clear eyes looked straight at people, no matter how cunning they were, they would reveal their true colors. Ning Yuzhou's handsome face flushed a little, and he coughed again, and went to the next ear room to wash and bathe.

While the Seventh Prince was away, Wen Qiao sat on the Arhat bed in the new house, crossed his legs, put the flower pot beside him, and began to practice.

Wen Qiao sent some spiritual energy to the spirit grass seeds in the flowerpot as usual. He thought it would be like the past month, but there was still no movement. However, not long after she delivered Yuan Lingli, she felt an unfamiliar emotion, ignorance, joy, and curiosity about the world.

Wen Qiao's fingers paused, but did not stop, and continued to increase the transmission of Yuan Lingqi.

Until the primordial spiritual energy in her body was exhausted, her face became paler and paler, her forehead was dripping with sweat, her spiritual orifices were tingling, and her whole body was uncomfortable. However, this discomfort was suppressed by the joy that rose in my heart.

Wen Qiao looked at the flower pot with joy.

In the original dark brown soil, a little bright green buds appeared, and if you didn't look carefully, you would almost ignore them.

The seventh-order spirit grass seeds finally sprouted.

At the moment when it sprouted, the information about this seventh-order spirit grass seed was also fed back to her, letting her know that its variety was actually the Zhuyanhua that had long since disappeared from the cultivation world.

Zhuyanhua can be used to refine Zhuyandan, or it can be taken directly, a kind of spiritual grass that makes female nuns crazy.

Today, although there are also Zhuyan Dan in Shengwu Continent, but after the extinction of the Zhuyan flower, the alchemists have undergone numerous experiments and replaced them with other materials. It is not as good as the Zhuyan Dan refined by Zhuyanhua.

Although Wen Qiao felt that she might not be able to use Zhuyan, the vigor of the plants and trees of the extinct seventh-order Zhuyanhua still made her very happy, and she was not disappointed by it.

After playing for a while with the small pointed tips unearthed in the flowerpot, Wen Qiao quickly calmed down and began to meditate to restore his spiritual energy.

This meditation, do not know the passage of time.

After Wenqiao's spiritual orifice was filled with Yuan spiritual energy again, the night outside the window was already dark.

When Wen Qiao opened her eyes, she saw a man sitting not far away, dressed in a moon-white robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, and his long black hair was flowing down, which made a handsome and beautiful face.

He sat there quietly, staring at her with unblinking eyes, and when she opened her eyes, he gave her a gentle smile.

Rao is Wen Qiao, who was always calm, but was also stunned for a bit.

Although her cultivation base was not high and she had no experience, a stranger who was a living person who was not familiar with her was sitting next to her and staring at her. She didn't notice anything. Wen Qiao didn't think it was because she was too focused on her cultivation.

The girl who had just reached her was still young, with a little baby fat on her face. Sitting there in her pajamas, she looked small and immature, which made people feel pity.

Ning Yuzhou's heart softened. Seeing her looking at him without speaking, he smiled and said, "It's been four watch, do you want to rest?"

Wen Qiao nodded and slowly got up from the Luohan bed.

Ning Yuzhou got up and stepped forward to help her naturally.

Wen Qiao's fingertips trembled slightly, she glanced at him, met the man's gentle and soft eyes, could not say a word of rejection, and asked softly, "Why don't you rest?"

"I saw you meditating here, so I wanted to take a look."

Wen Qiao's expression stopped, and she couldn't help but look at him again.

The seventh prince also had an excellent spiritual root. If he could cultivate, his achievements would not be worse than that of the third prince, Ning Zhezhou. Unfortunately, he was born with a strange poison that damaged his spiritual root. It is a pity for mortals to cut off that cultivation way.

It would be fine if he was a mortal, but he was born in this country of Dongling, and the people around him were all cultivators. He was the only one who could not cultivate, would he feel unwilling?

Seeing others cultivating and pursuing the endless avenues, can you feel uncomfortable in your heart?

Wen Qiao couldn't see his thoughts from this gentle and handsome face. If he speculates with the mentality of an ordinary person, he should feel uncomfortable.

"I'm not uncomfortable." Ning Yuzhou said.

Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise.

Ning Yuzhou helped her sit on the bed and said with a smile, "Your thoughts are all on your face, it's easy to see."

Wen Qiao almost couldn't help but want to touch her face, no one had ever said that to her before.

Ning Yuzhou put the pot of spirit grass on the window sill and continued: "I'm not uncomfortable, you can cultivate if you want, I won't stop you, if you need any cultivation resources, just tell me. Since we are Husband and wife, I will not hinder your martial arts."

Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise again.

Ning Yuzhou smiled slightly, "How about I call you Ayu?"

"Ah, yes," she said blankly.

"Ah, it's getting late at night, it's time to rest." Ning Yuzhou still had that gentle look, "Today is our wedding night, you can't deal with the past like this, and your body can't bear it either."

Wen Qiao's pale face flushed slightly, and she glanced at the bed covered with the red quilt, and suddenly became a little nervous.

She lay nervously on the bed, nervously watching Ning Yuzhou put down the bed curtain and lay down beside her.

For the first time in her life, she was lying on the same bed as a person, and she seemed to be able to feel that person's breath between her breaths. Her hands and feet were stiff and she didn't know where to put them.

"Go to sleep." Ning Yuzhou said.

Wen Qiao responded with a small sound and closed her eyes.

I don't know what spices are burning in the room, it's light and light, not greasy, Wen Qiao originally thought that he would not be able to sleep, and would mind that there is a stranger beside him.Who knew that smelling the light scent of the fragrance, he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Before she fell asleep, she thought to herself, the seventh prince is really a good person, and tomorrow she will ask what kind of incense is burning in the house.

Until her breathing was long and calm, Ning Yuzhou tilted her head and glanced at the girl beside her who had tucked herself up obediently.

His eyes slid across her tender face in her beauty, and he smiled silently.

It's still a child, it's still early.