Feng Fuce raised his hand to stop him.
"This matter is not urgent." The young man’s eyes were deep and mysterious.
He seed to realize that the priority was to explain clearly to Bai Zhi’er that he was Brother Juzi.
Rather than rushing to confess that he was the Demon Lord.
Otherwise, with the little rascal’s impulsive nature, she certainly wouldn’t obediently agree to beco his Demon Pet.
Just at that mont, Chu Ping returned to the Xiuluo Guard from outside.
He clutched his stomach, murmuring as he walked.
Due to slight abdominal cramps, fine sweat covered his forehead.
As Chu Ping passed by Feng Fuce’s office, he glanced inside and saw Lu Wang and Feng Fuce kneeling, both looking at him with inscrutable gazes.
He managed to give a greeting: "Marquis, I am feeling unwell, I’ll go in the back and rest for a while."
After speaking, Chu Ping waved his hand weakly, and humd softly in pain as he held onto the wall while walking away.
Mortals couldn’t see anything peculiar about him.
However, in the eyes of Feng Fuce and Lu Wang, Chu Ping’s face alternated between purple and blue, the colors changing back and forth.
It was obvious.
Chu Ping had mistakenly drank the Heavenly Mountain Snow Water.
Lu Wang’s eyes showed a hint of panic: "Lord Demon, please forgive , I didn’t know he picked it up!"
However, Feng Fuce only squinted his deep eyes, not saying a word.
Rumor has it, this snow water can cleanse the impurities from a mortal’s body.
But it can also fail at tis.
So people experience not only no effect but also continuous abdominal cramps for three to four days after drinking.
As if their heart and lungs were slowly grilled over a low fla, causing discomfort.
Feng Fuce pondered.
If even Chu Ping couldn’t endure it, then Bai Zhi’er’s weak body naturally couldn’t bear it either.
Thinking of this, Feng Fuce felt a sense of "what a close call."
Luckily, she didn’t drink it.
He only wanted to grant her immortality, not see her suffer even a bit.
It seems, the matter of Heavenly Mountain Snow needs further consideration.
Seeing Lu Wang’s uneasy gaze, Feng Fuce spoke solemnly: "It’s a good thing you lost it, you may rise."
Lu Wang was stunned.
Lord Demon doesn’t bla him?
Feng Fuce picked up the oil paper package on the table.
Inside was Xijiang Yue’s Rolling Donkey Cake, one of Bai Zhi’er’s favorite pastries.
He strode outside with long steps, speaking in a casual tone: "This ti, due to a fortunate mistake, you accidentally did the right thing."
"As a reward, you are allowed to remain here for two more days. After two days, return to the Heavenly Court and don’t act without permission again."
Saying this, Feng Fuce left the Xiuluo Guard, heading towards Ruizhu Palace in search of Bai Zhi’er.
...
Qianyuan Hall was brightly lit.
Bai Xilie was originally imrsed in reviewing morials.
A thin white smoke floated in through the half-open window.
Bai Xilie felt his eyelids drooping with sleepiness, and soon, he was asleep on the table.
In the next second, A ruo suddenly appeared.
She looked carefully at Bai Xilie, who was lying on the table.
"High brow and forehead, handso nose and lips, Your Majesty’s husband is indeed extraordinarily gifted!"
Actually, A ruo should have co days ago.
But because she rarely descended to the mortal world, she almost didn’t find the place this ti. She wandered around for a long ti before finding the imperial palace’s location.
Counting the ti, she’s been gone from the Heavenly Court for almost three hours!
A ruo reached out with her slender hands and plucked two strands of Bai Xilie’s hair.
Then, she placed them into the sachet she carried with her.
"Alright, with these two strands of hair, the Xiangsi Tree can bloom every day again."
A ruo smiled contentedly and muttered to herself: "I must hurry back, or else Your Majesty will certainly be worried!"
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