Xuan Yuan Po covered his forehead and his eyes were teary because it actually hurts. Of course, more importantly he felt grievance. He thought,her princess would hit him for a human?
“Extend your arm,” Chen Chang Sheng held in his laugh and said.
Xuan Yuan Po held his head high stubbornly and wouldn’t listen to him.
Luo Luo raised the stick of discipline in her hand and looked at him, “Extend your arm.”
Xuan Yuan Po lowered his head sadly and extended his arm.
Chen Chang Sheng stopped smiling and his fingers landed on his wrist. Then he closed his eyes.
Even if Luo Luo didn’t ask, he would try to heal the wound of his Yao youngster himself. On the first night of Ivy Festival when Tian Hai Ya Er was arrogantly insulting the Tradition Academy, everyone was silent except this Yao youngster. This youngster laughed out loud.
That laugh was a pursuit, a pursuit for fairness. This Yao youngster wanted to pursuit fairness of the Tradition Academy, then the Tradition Academy would pay him back.
Of course, all of this was built on his confidence to heal the wound of this Yao youngster.
Chen Chang Sheng’s master, Taoist Ji, may be unheard of in the xiuxingist world. But her skill in medication is one of the best in the continent. Chen Chang Sheng’s marriage vow with Xu You Rong started when Taoist Ji remedied a sickness of the Prime Minister that even the Pope couldn’t heal.
Chen Chang Sheng studied the Scrolls of the Way and learned medication when he was young with his master. But most importantly, he was also sick.
Although he couldn’t treat his own sickness, it doesn’t mean that he couldn’t treat other’s illness.
He really wanted to help Xuan Yuan Po to get well again.
Time slowly passed and the stars in the night sky twinkled above the cloud.
Nothing but silence filled the library.
Chen Chang Sheng opened his eyes once more after a long time.