One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Fei Yu didn't need to eat anymore, so breakfast was only for two.

Lingqiong didn't eat much, but she ate slowly, being picky and picky about everything.

After Rong Su said that the meal was good, Ling Qiong put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Young master, I'll comb your hair." Fei Yu came out with a wooden comb and hair accessories.

"Let him come." Lingqiong raised her chin and left the job to Rong Suyan.

Rong Jesus said: "..."

Fei Yu looked at Rong Suyan, and replied hesitantly: "Young master, Mr. Rong probably can't."

Rong Suyan really wanted to nod his head in agreement, but in the end he held back and didn't move.

"Learn." Lingqiong said confidently, "otherwise what would I want him to do?"

Rong Jesus said: "..."

Is this what the attendant has to do?

Feiyu: "..."

What will I do after that! !

The feeling of losing one's job.

Fei Yu handed the wooden comb to Rong Suyan, and stood beside him to point out.

Fei Yu didn't dare to teach too difficult ones, he could only teach simple ones.

"Take it easy, don't hurt the young master." Fei Yu was more nervous than doing it himself, and kept telling Rong Suyan.

Rong Suyan held the satin-like blue silk, feeling itchy, hot, and inexplicably flustered.

Rong Suyan tried his best to calm down and not let himself be distracted.

The first time it didn't look good, Ling Qiong was not angry and asked him to tear it apart and start over.

The first time I made the groundwork, the second time I was much more proficient, and by the third time, I was able to go out and meet people.

Ling Qiong waved his hand to indicate that it was all right.

Fei Yu handed the hair ornament to Rong Suyan and motioned him to wear it for Ling Qiong.

Because Lingqiong is wearing scarlet clothes today, her hair accessories are also of the same color.

It was obviously just a simple hair accessory, worn between her jet-black hair, it was like a blooming flower, extremely flamboyant.

Rong Suyan didn't dare to look any more, bowed his head and stepped aside.

"Rong Suyan, come here." Ling Qiong called out to him.

Rong Suyan walked over slowly without looking up.

The wrist hanging by his side was suddenly grasped, and he was pulled to sit beside him. Rong Suyan raised his eyes, just in time to meet the girl's clear eyes.

She held his cheek without warning, looking back and forth at the wound on his face.

"The ointment is quite useful." Lingqiong muttered, and found a new bottle of ointment from nowhere, "This won't leave a scar after rubbing it on."

"Young master, I myself..." Rong Suyan tried to do it by himself.

"you dare!"

The person on the opposite side stared at him ferociously, and Rong Suyan's hands stopped in mid-air.

Ling Qiong moved closer, nose to nose, almost touching.

"Rong Suyan, what I ask you to do is what you should do. You must not resist me, or I will be angry!"

Rong Jesus said: "..."

Rong Suyan was quite self-aware of his identity, put his hand back, and let Lingqiong apply the medicine with his body stiff.

…

Ling Qiong wiped the medicine on Rong Suyan. She didn't know if it was intentional, but she wiped it very slowly, as if deliberately torturing him.

But from the corner of Rong Su's words, he saw the seriousness and seriousness on her face, and felt that he was thinking too much.

As the young master of Yungong, she is usually held in the palm of people's hands.

No one dared to refute what she said, let alone refute her, it was just her habit.

Rong Suyan felt something was wrong after thinking about it.

What does he want to do with these.

"alright."

Ling Qiong covered the lid of the ointment with satisfaction, put it in his hand, and said casually: "Apply the medicine yourself in the future, don't let me see this bruised nose and swollen face, which affects my mood."

Rong Suyan held the white jade bottle in his hand, "Yes."

…

Later, Fei Yu called Rong Suyan to the side and told him what to do with Ling Qiong next.

Including but not limited to changing clothes and hair today.

Generally speaking, wherever Ling Qiong is, he must be there.

As long as Lingqiong doesn't let him go, he can't leave.

To put it bluntly, he is a person who serves personally.

In the next few days, Ling Qiong seemed to let him get acquainted with the environment and what he needed to do, so he never went out, nestling on Xingyue Peak.

After serving her to change clothes a few times, she didn't panic as much as the first time, and gradually became proficient.

After a few days of getting used to it, Rong Suyan no longer needed Fei Yu to point him out.

Rong Suyan returned to the courtyard holding the new pot of tea that Fei Yu had just handed to him, and immediately saw the dignified and pure figure standing under the golden tree.

"Let Jesus speak." The little girl seemed to know that he was coming, and called him crisply.

"Little Lord."

"Bring my sword." After speaking, he added: "There is a door on the left side of my room that can be opened, and it's inside."

Rong Suyan went to Lingqiong's bedroom to get the sword.

There is a shelf behind that door, and on it are all kinds of things, most of which are rare treasures.

As expected of the Young Master of Yun Palace...

And the sword Ling Qiong mentioned was a pure white sword.

Rong Suyan was shocked when he saw the sword.

Until I got it in my hand, I found that it didn't feel like an ordinary weapon, but more like some kind of bone.

This is a bone sword.

Rong Suyan went out with the sword and handed it to Lingqiong.

Holding the book in one hand, Ling Qiong began to practice the sword in the other, as if learning sword moves.

She was a slow learner and not very patient, and quickly dropped her sword and sat down on the ground like a little girl in a tantrum.

Rong Suyan could see the word 'angry' from her back.

"Let Jesus speak." Ling Qiong suddenly turned around.

"Little Lord."

"come over."

Rong Suyan stepped forward and bowed his head to listen to her instructions.

The little girl pulled his clothes, and Rong Su couldn't help but sit down on the ground with his eyes level with her.

Ling Qiong picked up the sword and book on the ground, put them in his hands, and ordered willfully, "You learn, teach me after you learn!"

And threatened him ferociously: "If you don't learn, you are not allowed to eat."

Rong Suyan watched the little girl walk away angrily with her skirt in her hands, holding the sword and book, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

Let him learn these things, he is naturally willing.

So Lingqiong didn't feel like punishing him, but more like giving him a chance.

Rong Suyan tried to swing the bone sword. The bone sword was very light, but it was very heavy when swung.

…

Fei Yu made tea for Ling Qiong, delivered it to her, and took another look from a distance.

At this time, twilight fell, and twilight shrouded the young man's body, casting a faint halo.

The bone sword in his hand swung very vigorously.

"Young Master, that is your sword." Fei Yu whispered: "How can you use it for Young Master Rong, if the Palace Master sees it..."

This was specially refined by the Palace Master for the Young Master.

"Just don't let him see it." Ling Qiong waved her hands nonchalantly.

"...But you still gave him that sword manual." It was a superior sword manual, and none of Yungong's disciples had a chance to learn it.

Ling Qiong went to the library to 'steal' it two days ago, she thought it was because the young master had finally figured out that he had to practice hard.

Who knew that she would let Mr. Rong go to learn.

Fei Yu didn't believe what the young master said, let Rong Suyan learn first, and then teach her.

The young master's learning ability is ranked second in Yungong, so no one dares to be number one.

A person who can pass the palace lord's assessment by holding Buddha's feet temporarily, can't learn?

Liar!