She found a chair to sit down, and said to Yue'er: "Pour a glass of water for your master to moisturize your throat."

Seeing this, Yue'er glanced at her master, then poured a glass of water at the table and handed it to him: "Master, drink water."

Qingdi fell asleep for a few days, and his throat was a little dry. After taking the drink, he handed the cup to Yue'er, took a look at Fengjiu, and asked, "Are you looking for something to do with me?"

Based on his understanding of Feng Jiu, if nothing happened, I guess he would be sitting here idle.

"Well, I want to talk to you about something." Feng Jiu smiled, then glanced at Yue'er, and said to Qingdi: "You have suffered such a serious injury to save Yue'er, and both Mo Ze and I think about it. Please stay here to take care of your body. I wonder what you think?"

"She is my disciple. Saving her is what I should do. You don't have to take this to heart. As for the injuries on my body, I will get better after a few days. I want to go back to Yunxiao Mountain for recuperation." Qingdi said slowly.

Hearing that, Feng Jiu nodded: "Yes, we respect what you mean, but I have another question. In your heart, Yue'er is really just a protégé? Nothing else?"

Yue'er, who was listening to these words, couldn't help but raised her mind, looking at her master with a little nervousness and anxiety.

Qingdi heard this, twisted his brows, and looked at Feng Jiu deeply: "What do you mean?" At the same time, he felt his heart jumped slightly because of her question, as if there was an answer that wanted to jump out of his heart. He ran out of his mouth, but was crushed by him.

Feng Jiu looked at Qingdi's expression, but smiled slightly, stood up, and said, "Okay, let's talk! I won't bother you." Then, he turned and walked outside.

"Mother..." Yue'er quickly grabbed her.

Feng Jiu smiled, turned around and rubbed her hair, and said, "This is your own problem. You should try to solve it yourself. Mother helped you here. The rest is up to you." Voice 1 Falling, I left the room and closed the door easily.

Xuanyuan Moze, who was sitting outside the courtyard, saw her coming out and closed the door for them, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "You are really relieved! Don't worry about our daughter's loss."

Feng Jiu took his hand, and the two of them walked out, laughing while saying: "The Qing Emperor is inferior to Jun Jueshang in those days. The same is the Yumu-headed incomprehensible person, alas! I don’t know when Qingdi will regain consciousness after suffering from my dear daughter."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze laughed, and stopped talking, but reached out his arm around her waist and walked with her to the garden...

On the other side, the atmosphere in the room became a little awkward due to Feng Jiu's departure.Qingdi leaned back on the bed, half-closed his eyes, thinking about what Feng Jiu said just now.

But Yue'er was a little nervous, a little nervous, and a little tangled.Should she tell me?If she had said, if the master...

Of course, after thinking about it for a while, before trying to understand, Qingdi looked up at Yue'er and asked, "Little Qi, do you remember it?"

Yue'er looked at him, took a deep breath, moved a chair, sat in front of him, looked at him, and nodded at him: "Master, I, I remembered, the master of the previous life accepted me as a disciple. The things that happened, the years in Yunxiao Mountain, and the things I died under the thunder of the sky when I advanced, I all remembered."