The next day, the rising sun rose, slowly rising, driving away the clouds and fog, and the rays of the sun shone thousands of miles away, and the sun was spraying with colors, and the new day began.
In autumn, the weather is very good today.
As always, when the sun just rose, Ye Chen would come to her room to make tea on time.
His breath was still not very good. He probably had insomnia last night. If nothing unexpected happened, she would give him the corresponding punishment today.
The gauze curtain lit up lightly, and she slowly came out, wearing a lilac dress and a jade hairpin, lazy and mysterious.
She came from smelling the fragrance of tea, sat lazily on the chair, waiting for him to make tea.
"Master." Ye Chen served the tea nervously, nervously, and even his movements slowed down. So she was careless, the more he became more uneasy.
"Get a brocade box." Qiongying said lightly, and took the blue fruit on the table to play with it.
"Yes." Ye Chen was puzzled. The fruit in her hand was brought out from the forest.
He had seen it last night, very cold fruit, the size of a baby's fist, the ice blue, and the hardness of nuts.
If he guessed correctly, it was Blue Cherry Fruit, the best among the holy medicines, used to heal and improve cultivation.
Growing on snow-covered cliffs, high-level beasts are waiting for it to grow, and they bear fruit every once in a century. They are hard to come by.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be shocked, how she got off the cliff and how she killed the brutal beast.
She once said that in the past, Lans Academy was looking for something, was it to find Blue Sakura Fruit? He hoped that, because Blue Sakura Fruit had been found.
But if she could find her in such a short time, how could she have been struggling to stay at Lance Academy?
After a while, Ye Chen received the brocade box.
He saw that the tea in the cup had been reduced by half, so he went to add tea.
"No need, grind ink." Qiongying put the blue cherry fruit into the brocade box and then casually placed it on one side of the desk.
Ye Chen got off the tea set, walked to the desk, lowered his head slightly, and skillfully ground the ink.
Qiongying lazily supported her chin with one hand and held a pen in the other hand, but she didn't finish her pen for a long time.
"Ye Chen, how do you think I should punish you?"
"..." Ye Chen was stunned, and ink almost splashed out from the inkstone, so he had to slow down the speed of grinding the ink.
"Are you nervous?" she smiled casually.
"Yes," he replied in a low voice, even his voice revealing tension.
"In Yan Palace, what will happen if you disobey my orders?"
"...At the least, it will be in the torture room, and at the worst, it will be executed." He replied slowly. He wanted to ask for the torture room, but there is no torture room here, and if he asked, she would not let him go.
"But, it's not the best to punish you in either way. Do you have any better ideas?"
"...I don't know." Ye Chen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and replied.
"Qiutong is too boring to be alone in the fortress." She suddenly said, then picked up her pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote it on the paper.
Ye Chen froze and even forgot about Mian Mo. What does her words mean? Let him go back to the fortress and let Qiutong take his place?
Or let him go back to accompany Qiutong? No matter which result is the same. Let him go back, this is the least he hopes and the heaviest punishment he will do.
After a while, Qiongying finished writing, put down her pen, waited for the ink to dry, folded the paper, and then pressed it with the paperweight.
"Ye Chen, if you can't think of a better idea, I can only do it according to my idea." The bright red lips curled up gently, with a 70% smile and a 30% joke.