Chapter 11： (2/2)

When Wen Qiao opened his eyes, he saw the man sitting not far away, dressed in a moon-white robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, with long black hair lining down, with a handsome jade.

He sat there quietly, staring at her without blinking, and seeing her open her eyes, showing her a gentle smile.

Rao Wen Qiao was always calm, but also froze for a few minutes.

Although her cultivation level is not high and she has no experience, a big and unfamiliar stranger sat next to her and stared at her. She hadn't noticed, and Wen Qiao didn't think it was due to her being too concentrated in her practice.

The young girl just reached the hustle and bustle is still young, with a fat baby on her face, sitting there in her bedclothes, she looks small and immature, which makes people feel pity.

Ning Yuzhou's hair was soft, and when she saw that she didn't speak, she smiled and said, "It's already four watch, do you want to rest?"

Wen Qiao nodded and slowly got up from the Luohan bed.

Ning Yuzhou got up and came forward to help her very naturally.

Wen Qiao's fingertips trembled slightly and glanced at him, facing the gentle and gentle eyes of the man, unable to say a word of rejection, she asked softly: "Why don't you rest?"

"I saw you meditating here, so I wanted to see it."

Wen Qiao looked at him and couldn't help but look at him again.

The seventh prince originally had an excellent spiritual root. If he could cultivate, his achievements would be no worse than that of the third prince Ning Zhezhou. Unfortunately, he was born with strange poison and damaged the root of the spiritual root. It is a pity for mortals to break that cultivation road.

If he was originally a mortal, it would be fine, but he was born in this East Tomb country, and all the people he saw around were cultivators. He was the only waste material that could not be cultivated. Would he be unwilling?

Seeing others practicing and pursuing that endless road, will it feel uncomfortable in my heart?

Wen Qiao couldn't see his thoughts from this gentle and handsome face. If he guessed it with the mentality of an ordinary person, he felt that he should be uncomfortable.

"I'm not uncomfortable." Ning Yuzhou said.

Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise.

Ning Yuzhou helped her sit on the bed and said with a smile: "Your thoughts are all on your face, it's easy to see them."

Wen Qiao almost couldn't help but want to touch her face. No one had ever said that to her.

Ning Yuzhou put the pot of spirit grass on the window sill and continued: "I am not uncomfortable. If you want to practice, please practice. I will not stop you. If you need any cultivation resources, just tell me. Since we are. Husband and wife, I will not hinder your martial arts."

Wen Qiao looked at him in surprise again.

Ning Yuzhou smiled slightly, "May I call you a whore?"

"Ah, yes." She said blankly.

"Aha, it's late at night, it's time to rest." Ning Yuzhou is still the gentle color, "Today is our wedding night in the bridal chamber, you can't deal with the past like this, and your body can't bear it."

Wen Qiao's pale face showed a slight blush, and she glanced at the bed covered with a big red phoenix quilt, and suddenly became a little nervous.

She lay on the bed nervously, watching Ning Yuzhou put down the bed curtains and lay down beside her.

For the first time in her life, she was lying on the same bed with a person, as if she could feel the breath of that person in her breath, her hands and feet were stiff, and she didn't know where to put it.

"Go to sleep." Ning Yuzhou said.

Wen Qiao answered slightly and closed her eyes.

I don't know what spices are burning in the room. It is light and not tiresome. Wen Qiao originally thought that he would not sleep and would mind that there was a stranger around him. I didn't know that smelling the light scent of spiritual fragrance, he slowly fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, she thought in her heart that the Seventh Prince is really a good person, and tomorrow she will ask what kind of spiritual incense is burning in the house.

Until her breathing was long and calm, Ning Yuzhou tilted her head and glanced at the girl beside her who had happily retracted herself.

His eyes glided across her beauty with a tender face, and he smiled silently.

This is still a child, it's still early.