As She Wished

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Fu Jing smiled and was about to say something.

The court lady stepped forward to salute, and said to Gu Celadon: "Your Majesty has returned to the Yushui Pavilion."

Gu Celadon immediately turned his face and quit to Fu Jing.

Fu Jing's gaze stayed in the mirror for a while, she lowered her eyes, brushed her robe, and the dark gold lines on the cuffs flashed with fluctuating light.

She nodded casually, her face was gentle, as if it didn't matter.

But never said a word.

Gu Qingci looked at her, naturally knowing that she didn't like her leaving like this in her heart, but she couldn't explain more, or all the actions around her as before.

She leaned slightly, retreated and hurried to Yushui Pavilion.

After she left, Fu Jing's face turned cold almost instantly.

Luluo next to her softly asked if she wanted to add another dress. She didn't listen carefully, and responded casually, letting her put on a thin blouse for herself.

—

In the excitement of the Vulcan Festival, Fu Jing seemed extremely absent-minded. Even if she was feeding the long-awaited sacred cows of the Western Regions, she just threw the fruit at will and perfunctorily.

Go back to the side early.

She shrank in an inconspicuous corner in the dark night, letting the attendants around her stay away, raising her eyes to look at the starry sky quietly.

In a moment of silence.

She saw a weak and slender girl dressed in white, touching the ground with her forehead and presenting a book of gifts. She saw a woman who was beautiful and full-faced, walked calmly, and met with opportunities.

The clouds lurking in the night, pushed by the wind at a very fast speed, dashed past in front of the eyes, covering the moon from time to time, and then going to block the stars. After blinking and looking again, the moon and the stars are constantly shuttled in the gloom.

There was a noise not far away, and the queen was scolding people.

Fu Jing's eyes fell unconsciously.

When he found something trivial, he condemned the servants in the palace to the utmost. As if this could make her very majestic.

The queen has always been unfavorable. A few days ago, her mother family was re-entered in the Korean government due to inadequate treatment of disasters, and her status was even more precarious.

Everyone says that this year, your Majesty will be abolished-most of the next queen will be the princess Gu Celadon who is in the south of the Great Yan Kingdom.

"..."

Fu Jing couldn't clearly see the relationship between Gu Celadon and his brother. Like a minister but not a minister, like a friend but not a friend.

Perhaps there is a real sense of raising eyebrows in the books?

This thought emerged, and her heart was like a thick paper covered with ice water, so boring, there was a kind of unspeakable pain.

Fu Jing raised his face, two lines of tears rolled down extremely quickly, slipped into the temples and disappeared. She sighed lightly, and wiped away the tears with her sleeves casually before drawing attention.

Continue to stare at the night in a daze.

—

Fu Jing didn't see Gu Celadon all night, and didn't want to care about her, but then thought that this nationwide celebration of the Vulcan Festival is the day of the country of Yan. And any custom festivals in the southern country will never appear here.

Casually, Gu Celadon hasn't been able to celebrate her holiday in a long time.

Fu Jing's heart softened and asked the small kitchen to make a lot of late night snacks that he loved—Gu Celadon had no preference for food. He held it in his hand, ready to go to Gu Celadon for a drink and gossip.

Before she went to Gu Celadon's residence, she didn't expect it to be shining with fire. One of the customs of the Vulcan Festival is to select out unwanted old objects and burn them clean.

Unexpectedly, Gu Celadon was also burning things.

When Fu Jing approached, he discovered the open door. It was not Gu celadon but perilla standing in front of the brazier inside the house.

After seeing her, Zisu was taken aback, showing a panic expression that was caught off guard. She subconsciously looked at the brazier in front of her.

The burning flame exploded, and the light and shadow flickered. Only then did Fu Jing see clearly that the pile of things left in the pot for burning was Gu celadon.

There is also an exquisite wooden sign in the old object.

Uncommon things made Fu Jing immediately remember that this was what Gu Celadon had told her before—her mother's only relic.

When he reacted, Fu Jing was already in front of the brazier. Without thinking about it, she stretched out her hand and picked up the wooden sign that had been burned for most of it from the fire.

With the other hand, he quickly pressed off the small flame on the wooden sign that was about to burn.

The several attendants around took a few beats and exclaimed.

They surrounded Fu Jing in a mess, called the imperial physician, and bent down to carry her back to the imperial physician.

In a panic, a person walked quickly from behind.

She looked frosty, her dark eyes were awe-inspiring.

—

Fu Jing was caught by Gu Celadon's hands, and immediately rinsed with cold well water, rushing and rushing in the continuous and slow running water.

Finally, the imperial doctor came, and after seeing the injuries, they all prescribed the medicine and left. Gu Celadon asked her to continue soaking her hands in cold water.

The appearance of Gu Celadon with a layer of ice is very scary.

Of course, no one can laugh immediately after being burned down with his mother's belongings.

Fu Jing didn't dare to talk back even more, she said what she wanted to do.

In fact, the degree of fire was almost non-existent. She stretched out her hand just now and she fished out the brand all at once. It's incredibly accurate and fast.

She has shown all her martial arts skills for many years.

It's a pity that the brand was roasted in the fire, and the temperature on it still burned the fingers of her right hand and the palm of her left hand.

Withdrawing the attendant, Fu Jing gave her an almost flattering smile.

Softly said, "Sister, I'm fine now. I didn't feel much pain at first."

Gu Qingci took her hand out of the water.

The injury that I haven't felt just now, once exposed to the air, it pains miraculously again within a few seconds. Fu Jing pulled his lips slightly.

Although it still hurts, it's not the kind that can't stand it.

Just as Fu Jing was about to say something, Gu Celadon pressed her hand back again, "Soak in the water for a while, half the time of incense sticks, and you will be able to apply the medicine. Don't worry."

Fu Jing was not in a hurry, but was a little avoiding Gu Celadon's gloomy eyebrows.

I don't know what to say.

I can't persuade her to be okay. This is just my mother's only relic.