The full-level master just wants to be a waste

Ning Rong didn't speak, the ball of twine in his heart was rolling around on a piece of grassland that had been burned by fire, and accidentally caught on the end of the rope by the remaining grass stalks, so the rest continued to roll down, suddenly enlightened.

Don't like it?

If you want your junior sister to be good, it should be the result.

Because I like her, I want her to be good, so I am willing to tolerate her little temper.Obviously I said it from the very beginning, junior sisters are different.

Junior sisters are different from others.

Ning Rong looked back at Su Miao, not knowing what to say.

Xu Zhaohan sat on the small chair, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, waiting to see Ning Rong's reaction.

Ning Rong can guarantee that as long as she gives an answer, she will tell Fu Xia as soon as she is sure.Ning Rong thought about it for a long time, and then she heard the gurgling sound of the medicine stove in her ear before returning to her senses.

She turned around, picked up the lid, looked at the boiled medicine, and poured it into the bowl: "The medicine is ready, it's time to deliver it to her."

Xu Zhaohan and Su Miao are both stupid and sweet, upon hearing this, they immediately forgot that Ning Rong hadn't given an answer, and followed Ning Rong to Fu Xia's room.

Ning Rong walked in the front holding the medicine bowl, her steps seemed to be steady, but she was actually very distressed.

It turns out that this feeling I have for my junior sister is called liking.

So I am willing to indulge my junior sister to be lazy and let my junior sister let it go, and want to give my junior sister the best.

It is also because of this that I don't want to see my junior sister talk too much with other people, and I don't want to see my junior sister look at others more.

But what should I do now?

Ning Rong felt helpless.

She originally thought that her junior sister said that she would not be in poor health and would be out of breath after taking two steps, but now she found out that it was actually true, her junior sister was really in poor health.

She originally thought that the junior sister would like some exquisite and beautiful things, such as the lamps or rouge powder bought by Luomeigu at that time.But in fact, the junior sister didn't like it, she had already torn the lamp and threw it aside, and she had never seen her use the gouache she bought.

The junior sister said that the chair was too hard, so she thought that the junior sister would like something that is very practical and comfortable, but after buying it back, she found that the junior sister actually didn’t use it very much.

Junior sister seems to like everything, but also seems to like nothing.She wants a lot of things, but she can do without.

Before, I thought that my relationship with my junior sister was purely between senior and senior sisters. At most, I had a special preference for her because she was different.

Now I find that I am not just a preference, but a favorite.Then there was an answer to my abnormality that couldn't be explained by the relationship between teachers and sisters before.

That can probably be called worrying about gains and losses.

Ning Rong thought a lot, but didn't seem to think about anything.

She finally reached the door of Fu Xia, Su Miao ran two steps courteously, pushed the door open for her, and at the same time called softly: "Senior Sister Fu Xia, we are here."

Fu Xia played with the chalcedony that he pulled out from the Yi'an cliff all night yesterday, holding the jade that he broke off from Luomei Valley, and asked if he recognized the chalcedony.

Chalcedony really didn't know anything, she was crying, and the tears that flowed down were all small jade beads.

There was nothing wrong with Fu Xia. Seeing those drop-shaped jade beads, she thought they looked pretty. She pinched the chalcedony to make it cry. The tear beads were round so that she could string a string of bracelets.

Although in Chalcedony's memory, he hasn't seen anyone yet.But it is the feeling that I have never seen such a bad person.So I cried even more.

The jade beads are even more out of shape.

Fu Xia had no choice but to pick up the jade beads and grind them with small iron pieces.I finally rounded one, and now I am kneading it in my heart.

When she heard someone coming in, she put away the jade beads and looked at the door.

Sure enough, the little backer came in with the medicine again.

Fu Xia glanced at the person coming, closed his eyes angrily and turned around, not looking at Ning Rong.

When I didn't know that I liked Junior Sister before, I might feel anxious to see this kind of scene and find it funny, but now Ning Rong, who has figured out her own mind, just smiled, walked over and grabbed Fu Xia's arm to make her turn around: " Drink it, finish it quickly, the weather is fine today, you can go out for a walk."

Fu Xia pulled up the quilt: "I don't drink. I don't want to go out either."

Ning Rong was helpless: "You have been lying down for several days, isn't it uncomfortable?"

It was really uncomfortable, and my head started to hurt when I lay down all the time.Fu Xia hesitated a little.

Ning Rong handed the medicine again: "Come on, drink it quickly, go out for a walk and enjoy the sun."

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Fu Xia had no choice but to take the medicine and drink it up.

Su Miao has been watching from behind, seeing that Fu Xia finally drank the medicine, she clapped her hands happily: "Great, then let's go out and play!"

Ning Rong never thought of such a move.She thought that after Fu Xia drank the medicine, she took her to find a place outside to sit on a rocking chair for a while, and take a few steps to relax.

Before she put down the medicine bowl, Su Miao said: "The snow in the back mountain has not completely melted, we can go and have a look, there is also a swing behind the yard, I put a cushion on it, it is very comfortable to sit on! "

Su Miao was very interested, glanced twice in Fu Xia's room, and asked: "Senior Sister Fu Xia, can I take the mat from your room?"

Mats for your own room.

Following Su Miao's eyes, Fu Xia saw the cushion on the chair.

She shook her head: "I'm not very good at it,"

After a pause, she explained: "I'll find you a blanket. You can spread it directly on the swing. It should be more comfortable."

Su Miao didn't care about these, nodded: "Okay, okay."

Fu Xia rescued himself and got out of bed, and found a blanket for Su Miao from the cabinet: "Go and play, I won't compete with you for the swing."

"Don't you like swings?"

Fu Xia nodded: "Well, I don't like it very much."

Su Miao had no choice but to look at Fu Xia eagerly.Fu Xia looked at Su Miao, also very helpless.She paused, wanted to say something to Su Miao, then looked at Ning Rong and Xu Zhaohan in the room, but she still didn't say anything.

Ning Rong found a rocking chair from the storage room and put it in the yard, then put a cape on Fu Xia and took her for a walk in the yard.

When I walked to the back mountain, I saw the people who went to Luomei Valley two days ago came back.Fu Xia looked at those people, not knowing why it was a little funny and a little guilty.

Xu Zhaohan also saw it and was very curious.

So I asked someone to go out and inquire.

When a group of people sat in the yard basking in the sun, those who went out to inquire came back to have a conversation.

Xiao Daotong saluted, and said with a guilty conscience and uncertainty: "They said... there was nothing, but they found a lot of books that had been lost. So the major sects who went to have no choice but to divide these books point."

Su Miao asked again: "What book?"

Xiao Daotong was even more uncertain, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "We Nianhan majored in swordsmanship, and of course what we got was swordsmanship. What..."

He paused, as if wondering what to say.

Fu Xia didn't know why he mentioned it.

If others don't know, can she not know?She is proud of her talents, and she doesn't bother to practice other people's swordsmanship. Even if she learns it, she doesn't read books, but learns it after seeing others use it.If there is really swordsmanship, it is also used by others to please oneself.

Sure enough, under Fu Xia's nervous gaze, Xiao Daotong finally opened his mouth, with an extremely difficult look: "The charming Taoist partner of the Wuji Sword Master... After cultivating the Ruthless Sword, I experienced a love calamity... Where did the pure love sword fairy go... what else……"

Xiao Daotong thought and thought, and finally came up with another one: "The Reborn Sky-Breaking Sword Emperor..."

Fu Xia didn't take his mind off when he read it, and he never felt that there was anything wrong with these scriptures.Anyway, it's just a little fun to pass the boring time, and it doesn't matter what it's called.

But now hearing Xiaodaotong say that, I feel very ashamed.

Xu Zhaohan and Su Miao looked at each other, and finally Su Miao asked first: "Is this really related to swordsmanship?"

Xiao Daotong was very embarrassed: "Maybe."

Xu Zhaohan asked again: "Then what kind of books are those that have nothing to do with swordsmanship?"

These little Taoist boys didn't know either, so he bowed: "I'll ask again."

After speaking, he ran away.

After a while, he came back with a sheet of paper in his hand.

He was holding the paper, perhaps because he had already said it just now, so he calmed down a little this time: "The little medical girl of the Xiemei prince, the charming lady of the best scholarly sage runs with the ball, the emperor on the tip of her heart, the medical girl All three marriages are you..."

It is shameful enough to say those sword masters and sword immortals before.Now listening to Xiaodaotong chanting these names in a calm and unfluctuated tone, Fu Xia felt a rush of blood rushing straight to her celestial cap, which made her embarrassingly want to find a crack in the ground.

But it's not without its benefits.

At least, these are books that I hate spring.

And I am Fu Xia.

So Fu Xia whispered softly, pretending that she was just an irrelevant passerby who couldn't listen anymore, she interrupted Xiaodaotong: "Stop talking, stop talking, it's not important or important."

As expected, Xiao Daotong shut up, took the note and stood aside.

Su Miao glanced at Fu Xia's expression, and smirked: "Is this the uniqueness of Senior Yanchun?"

Xu Zhaohan also nodded in agreement: "It's really extraordinary."

Fu Xia: "..."

Su Miao: "I remember that we have a master in Chenlang, who is only one step away from Feisheng. His cave is full of all kinds of swords and nothing else. It is probably like the book of Senior Yanchun. Is it the same?"

"I also know one. Senior likes to talk with hands. There are all kinds of chess pieces in the cave."

"There are still people who like calligraphy, so they will leave a lot of ink."

Xu Zhaohan concluded: "So...Senior Yanchun probably likes this..."

Su Miao let out a sigh, and sighed a little: "That's right, this interest is too down-to-earth."

Fu Xia's expression was still a little awkward, she watched Xu Zhaohan and Su Miao talking, but didn't talk back.

So this means that this hobby is not on the stage?

Ning Rong didn't speak either.

Fu Xia looked at her with some doubts, and found that she looked thoughtful.

Speaking of hobbies just now, Su Miao suddenly became interested, saying that she suddenly liked the tea ceremony a few days ago, and dragged Xu Zhaohan to get the teapot and cups, saying that she wanted to show everyone.

Fu Xia had the opportunity to take a look at the little backer this time.She asked, "What's the matter? I found out that Senior Yanchun is not as noble as you thought?"

Ning Rong smiled: "No."

The voice suddenly became a little softer: "Senior Yanchun must be very bored to read so many storybooks."

Fu Xia looked at Ning Rong in surprise.

Ning Rong also felt that it was strange for her to say this now, and she felt a sense of inexplicable compassion and embarrassment. She explained in a panic: "The spring-weary senior I see now doesn't seem like someone who likes story books, but she reads so many , it should just kill boredom."

Fu Xia was stunned: "What kind of spring-weary senior do you see now?"

Ning Rong thought for a while, and said while recalling: "He is a very powerful senior. He likes to tease me, but he is not mean-spirited. Instead, he looks like an old urchin. It's very interesting."

What is the image of the old urchin?

Fu Xia asked quietly: "Is she gray-haired and stooped?"

"No."

Ning Rong shook her head, and racked her brains to tell Fu Xia: "Tall and thin, very similar to you, with single eyelids, high nose bridge and thin lips, and a mole at the corner of the eye. She is young, and looks as old as me."

Ning Rong felt a little regretful: "I'm ashamed to say that Senior Yanchun and I are not really close, nor can I say that I know Senior very well. It's just that Senior doesn't seem like someone who would like this."

"Then what should she like?"

Fu Xia thought about other people's impression of him at that time, and asked: "Probably someone who is obsessed with swordsmanship, keen on fighting for justice, and can only study very advanced swordsmanship?"

Ning Rong looked at the junior sister who was seriously looking at him for an answer, and said: "I think senior should be very similar to you, you like everything and don't like anything, you can have it or not, of course she can read the script, but I won’t let my life only have chat books. If there are really only chat books, it probably means that these chat books are not from the seniors. Or that the seniors were not in a good state at the time, so they passed the time with nothing to do... Just like you, When you have something to do, you don’t use the script, but when you can only lie down and recuperate, you can read the script.”

Fu Xia covered her eyes with her hands, turned her head and smiled: "You really like to hate spring."

Ning Rong didn't know why she said such a sentence suddenly, looking at her half face exposed, she really wanted to tell her that she was actually her favorite now.

He hesitated to speak, but finally did not say anything.

Fu Xia smiled foolishly for a while, then turned her head, leaving a gap between her fingers.Her eyes peeped through the slits, their lashes fluttering.

"I don't have everything either."

At least you are not dispensable.