The Little Lucky Girl.

In Sujia Village, Murong Ye said goodbye to the Su family and returned to Beijing! The Su family members were busy again! Some went back to the shop, some went back to the county government office, while Old Wang and Old Man Su would sit in Su Qing's yard for a while every day, as if they could see their granddaughter's lively little self busy in the kitchen, calling everyone to gather around the stone table to eat delicious food! Looking at every corner of the yard, the old couple's tears flowed again! After sitting for half an hour, the old couple supported each other and returned to their own yard!

"Old man, do you think your good granddaughter will come back in four years?"

"Yes, it will!" Old Man Su comforted his wife! His wife, who had spent most of her life with him, was still suffering from the pain of losing her granddaughter in her old age!

Murong Ye rode his horse at full speed towards the capital!

Su Qing remained unconscious in the mysterious Worry-Free Valley. She lay there quietly, like a sleeping fairy. Her internal injuries, meticulously treated by her master, Yun Yangzi, had been largely healed. Yun Yangzi's miraculous healing skills seemed to flow through Su Qing's body, as if a mysterious force were surging. Perhaps a faint humming sound could be heard, the wondrous sound of internal energy repairing her body. Although Su Qing had not yet regained consciousness, her complexion was gradually improving, as if to signal that she would soon emerge from this long coma and embark on a new and fulfilling journey.

Days passed one after another like this! Murong Ye had already arrived in the capital, and when he arrived at the palace, he said, "Your son pays homage to your father!"

"No need to be polite, Ye'er! Thank you for your hard work in this battle in Xiyun!"

"Okay, please take a seat!" The young eunuch had already brought the armchair to Murong Ye!

"Thank you, Father!"

Murong Ye told Emperor Feng Yuan everything that happened in Xiyun!

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In Wuyou Valley, under the meticulous care of her master, Yun Yangzi, Su Qing gradually recovered, like a flower nourished by spring rain. The miraculous herbs, like loyal guardians, diligently repaired Su Qing's damaged body. Yet, she remained in a coma. Yun Yangzi meticulously prepared and brewed herbal remedies daily, the gurgling sound of the potions conveying his deep concern. He occasionally took Su Qing's pulse, feeling its weak but gradually steadying pulse, a mixture of relief and anxiety. Yun Yangzi paced by Su Qing's bedside, the clattering sound of his footsteps betraying his inner unease. He gazed at the unconscious Su Qing, his eyes filled with worry and anticipation. Su Qing, now a sleeping pearl, awaited the moment of awakening. It was as if the entire Wuyou Valley was silently praying for Su Qing, hoping she would soon awaken and blossom into life again.

At this moment, Murong Ye, with slightly heavy steps, slowly walked out of the solemn and magnificent palace. His figure was stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if carrying endless fatigue and thoughts.

Finally, he returned to his own Zhanwang Mansion. Passing through the winding and deep corridors and the well-arranged courtyards, he came to a small courtyard that seemed ordinary but was full of memories - this was where Su Qing once lived.

The moment Murong Ye stepped into this small courtyard, a surge of longing washed over him like a surging tide, instantly breaking through the dam deep within his heart. All the memories of his time with Su Qing flooded back to him like magic. Every tender moment they had spent together, her every smile, every gesture, all came to mind so clearly, as if it had happened yesterday.

Murong Ye stood quietly in the courtyard, his eyes blurred and deep, letting the torrent of longing drown him. The wind blew gently, ruffling his hair and the corners of his clothes, but he was completely unaware. At this moment, his heart had already flown to the distant past! He caressed her hair lovingly!

Deep within the mysterious and tranquil Wuyou Valley, a coffin crafted from millennia-old cold jade lay. Within, Su Qing lay slumbering peacefully, her eyes tightly closed. At that moment, she felt as if she were in a long dream.

This dream world was shrouded in endless darkness, with not a single ray of light able to penetrate the thick, inky blackness. Su Qing felt as if he were trapped in a giant black cage, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled.

However, stubborn by nature, she refused to give up easily. She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to try to break free from the darkness that bound her. Each attack fell on deaf ears, but she remained undaunted, charging forward again and again.

As time went by, Su Qing gradually felt exhausted, but her longing for light and freedom always supported her to move forward. Finally, after countless failures, she seemed to see a faint light ahead...

Yun Yangzi placed three fingers on Su Qing's wrist, intently feeling her pulse. After a moment, his brow furrowed, a look of worry on his face. Su Qing's pulse was beating erratically, sometimes surging like a wild horse, sometimes as slow and feeble as an old ox pulling a broken cart.

"Disciple, disciple..." Yun Yangzi called out to the unconscious Su Qing softly, his voice filled with concern and anxiety. As he called out, he gently shook Su Qing's shoulders, trying to wake her from her slumber. However, no matter how hard Yun Yangzi tried, Su Qing remained with her eyes tightly closed, unresponsive.

"Disciple, disciple!" Yun Yangzi's urgent call echoed in the silent space, like surging waves crashing against rocks, filled with endless concern and anxiety. He called out again and again, his voice trembling slightly, as if every note carried the worry and anticipation deep in his heart. The voice seemed to have a magical power, as if it wanted to penetrate Su Qing's slumbering mind and pull her back from the endless darkness.

However, no matter how hard Yun Yangzi tried, Su Qing remained with his eyes tightly closed, like a silent statue, unresponsive. Yun Yangzi's eyes were filled with pain and helplessness, and his voice gradually grew hoarse, yet he refused to give up, stubbornly trying to wake up his cherished disciple.

Just when Yun Yangzi was about to give up, Su Qing suddenly opened his eyes and saw the scene before him, which was both strange and familiar! He saw an old man with white hair and an immortal look. "Master... Master!"

Yun Yangzi heard the voice and thought he was hallucinating! He looked up and saw Su Qing woke up! "Disciple, you are awake? Do you still remember your master?"

“I seem to remember!”

Yun Yangzi's eyes were filled with tears. "Disciple, you should rest for a while. I'll get you some porridge. You must be hungry after being unconscious for so long!"

At this time, Su Qing's stomach growled loudly, which made Su Qing feel a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Don't be polite to me, Master!"

In just a quarter of an hour, Yun Yangzi, like magic, brought a bowl of steaming, fragrant porridge. It looked incredibly tempting, its rich color as if condensed from countless essences. A closer sniff revealed the wafting aroma of rice and the unique blend of ingredients. A closer look revealed the meticulous preparation of this porridge, the rice grains perfectly cooked and blending seamlessly into the thick broth, leaving each mouthful filled with a delicate and rich flavor.

Yun Yangzi walked over to Su Qing with a smile, carrying a bowl of steaming porridge. He gently picked up the spoon and carefully scooped a full spoonful of the fragrant porridge from the bowl. The porridge in the spoonful was just the right thickness and still emitting a hint of steam.

Yun Yangzi slowly and gently brought the spoon to Su Qing's slightly opened lips. As the spoon approached, he tilted it slightly, allowing the warm porridge to flow slowly into Su Qing's mouth. Su Qing obediently held the spoon in her mouth, swallowing it in small sips, carefully and with such enjoyment in each bite.

As spoonful after spoonful of porridge was fed into Su Qing's mouth, her originally pale face gradually turned a little red, and she looked much more energetic. Yun Yangzi always watched Su Qing eat intently, his eyes full of concern and tenderness.

"Master, I'll eat it myself!"

"Okay, then you do it yourself!" Su Qing took the bowl of porridge and started eating it in big mouthfuls!

"Eat slowly, you just woke up and your spleen and stomach are still very weak!"

"Yes, I understand, Master!" Su Qing winked at Yun Yangzi mischievously!

Yun Yangzi looked at her lovingly, as if she were a rare treasure!