Chapter 112: Who is the Master of Yunjian Pavilion?

remember well would harbor resentment towards him and plan to take advantage of his near-death situation to humiliate him.The guards outside the courtyard still blocked Ling Ruo.Although Nan Gong Ye'...After bathing again, Nangong Ye felt too exhausted to even eat dinner before falling asleep.

Looking at Nangong Ye who was sleeping soundly in bed, Qingxuan couldn't help but chuckle and sigh.

Sure enough, my body is depleted!

However, thankfully, while bathing earlier, she had carefully checked his bones and muscles.

Fortunately, Nangong Ye only suffered from simple physical exhaustion. His bones and muscles were not affected by his overexertion.

That is to say, Nangong Ye's recovery ability was actually stronger than she had imagined. With the help of some rare and precious medicines like blood ginseng and condensed god pills that she had acquired at the black market, Nangong Ye recovered faster.

Qingxuan suddenly remembered the millennium ginseng that Ginger Concubine had given her before.

Before, Namgung Yeop's body was so weak that if he took this thousand-year ginseng, it would be like taking a poison.

But now it's different, Nangong Ye's body is gradually recovering.

At the current rate of recovery, in seven days' time Namgung Yeop will be able to take that millennium ginseng.

And after taking it, Nangong Ye's body will recover faster than it is now.

Thinking about this, Qingxuan let out a long sigh of relief. Worried about waking Nangong Ye, she silently took off her shoes and socks and lay beside him on the bed.

Originally, Qingxuan thought that Nangong Ye was exhausted and would sleep until the sun was three poles high tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, it was her who woke up when the sun was high in the sky.

"Nan Gong Ye"

Qingxuan opened her eyes and looked around. There was no sign of Nangong Ye in the room.

The air was filled with the aroma of Xue Ling Zhi millet porridge.

Qingxuan looked in the direction of the table.

A small clay stove was placed on the table, and on it simmered a pot of blood linhchi millet porridge.

At this moment, she vaguely heard the sound of a blade slicing through the air outside her window.

Qingxuan sat up from the bed and frowned.

Could she still be dreaming

She patted her face.

The slight pain on her face made her realize this wasn't a dream.

After waking up, Nangong Ye began practicing his swordsmanship frantically again.

She frowned, opened the door angrily.

In the courtyard, hearing the sound of her opening the door, Nangong Ye, who was originally practicing swordsmanship, immediately stopped.

He turned his head and looked at her with blazing eyes.

"My lady, you're awake."

Nan Gong Ye wore a white robe. A gust of wind blew, and the white sleeves fluttered in the breeze.

He stood there doing nothing, just holding the Asking Heaven Sword, gazing at her with deep affection.

Just because he looked at her with such deep affection, the scolding that had almost reached her lips was swallowed back down.

Who is she

Where is she

At that moment, looking into Nangong Ye's affectionate eyes, she could only hear the pounding of her own heart.

She stared at him blankly, and in the sunlight, a faint smile appeared in Nangong Ye's eyes.

He will sheath the Heavenly Sword and slowly walk towards her.

The wind tousled her hair, which was still uncombed after she woke up.

Nangong Ye: “My wife, haven't you had breakfast yet Let me feed you, shall I”

When Nangong Ye spoke, he gently raised his hand to tuck the strands of hair that had been tousled by the breeze behind his ear.

"My Lady"

Her cheeks flushed, and unconsciously she answered.

Then Nangong Ye took her hand and led her back to the room.

Before taking a seat, Nangong Ye even took the initiative to style her hair for her, and the hairpin he used was the one she had retrieved from Yundang Pavilion according to his instructions.

Thinking of Yunjian Pavilion, she couldn't help but ask, "Husband, do you know who the owner behind Yunjian Pavilion is"

Hearing her question, Nangong Ye's eyes showed no surprise whatsoever.

It seemed like he had anticipated her question all along.

Namgung Yeop didn't answer her directly but asked instead, "What do you think the master of this Yunian Pavilion is like"

Just as she pursed her lips, contemplating how to answer Nangong Ye, Nangong Ye had already thoughtfully filled a bowl of Xue Lingzhi millet porridge for her. After blowing on a spoonful to cool it, he brought it to her mouth.

She slightly opened her mouth, the sweet millet porridge spreading across her taste buds.

She fell silent for a moment and then said, “Is the owner of this Yunjian Pavilion a member of the imperial family” case, I thought about taking good care of your Highness so that even in this difficult situation, your Highness could retain a shred of dignity. But now, Qing Xuan is incompetent, and even your Highn...