Get the resurrection scroll, and eat melons and meat after entering the book

The paper plane is great. I can fly it to Helian Han from a distance. He will definitely be amazed. Thinking about what kind of expression I can see in the eyes of the cold-faced Ninth Prince, Wu Qing's heart is filled with excitement.

The next morning, when Wu Qing opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was numbness in her fingers. She moved her fingers and it didn't seem to affect her paper folding too much.

A Cadillac paper airplane that flies incredibly long distances in the air?

Looking at his own hands, forget it, let's just do the simplest one! I'll surprise him with the Cadillac when I have the chance.

This simplest one is enough for Helian Han to play for a while.

Wu Qing laughed as she thought about this.

He Cui didn't understand what Wu Qing was doing, but she still watched carefully from the side.

Despite his disability, Wu Qing was determined to fold a simple paper airplane that he had played with as a child, and he felt relaxed and happy.

Because one of my hands was not very useful, it took quite a long time. After folding one, I moved my shoulders and neck.

When He Cui saw this, she hurriedly rubbed Wu Qing's shoulders. "What did you do, sister? It looks so delicate."

Wu Qing: "Have you been watching from the sidelines?"

He Cui: “Yeah!”

"Do you understand? Fold one and see."

Origami doesn't look difficult, but it's hard to learn it just by watching it once. You can do it by following along.

Sure enough, He Cui couldn't go on after bending twice.

Wu Qing taught He Cui how to fold one and how to play with it. The two played for a while in the small Xifeng Pavilion.

Yong Si walked out from the darkness and said, "Let me try."

Wu Qing immediately hid the one she folded behind her and said, "You play with that one."

Yong Si didn't know what Wu Qing was going to do with this thing, so he raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "What's wrong with that?"

What's wrong? It's not easy to fold one for a disabled person. It's said in the TV series that such people have internal strength. Let Yongsi fly and then break it. Her hands are not easy to use. Let's not be stubborn. If it's to be a gift, we have to keep it and can't let Yongsi touch it.

Wu Qing just smiled without explaining, pointing at the one He Cui folded, "Play with that one, go ahead! I also want to see how far you can fly it."

He Cui picked up the paper airplane and threw it casually. With a bang, the paper airplane was nailed to the window frame!

Wu Qing still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that maybe it was just stuck in the gap of the wood. She walked over and looked up from below, and saw clearly that the tip of the paper airplane was nailed!

Paper, nailed to wood!!

It turned out that she shouldn't worry about the paper airplane flying out, but should worry about the furniture in the room.

Wu Qing turned around and saw He Cui standing behind her, staring at the plane nailed to the window frame with an open mouth.

When He Cui saw Wu Qing turn around and face her, she put away her surprise, turned around, and looked at Yong Si with Wu Qing.

Yong Si was a little embarrassed and coughed twice, "Um, haha! The wood has been in disrepair for a long time. It has been in disrepair for a long time."

Fortunately, the position of the plane nail was not very high. Yongsi did not even use any light skills. He took the plane off the window sill with just a slight jump, put it aside, and hid in the dark with his hands behind his back.

He Cui turned to look at Wu Qing, "Sister, is the window sill rotten? Should we ask the Imperial Household Department to fix it?"

Wu Qing was also a little embarrassed. How could she explain this? She could only force herself to remain calm and wave her hand, "It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry about it. Um, isn't it time for breakfast?"

He Cui clapped her hands and said, "Look at me, I'll get it right away."

After finally sending He Cui away, Wu Qing let out a long sigh and said to the air, "The guards in the palace are all so skilled! I've really broadened my horizons!"

No one responded to her, but she knew Yongsi was in the dark.

Wu Qing asked again, "Is His Highness the Ninth Prince in the East Warm Pavilion?"

A reply floated in the air, "He's not here. He attended the morning court today, so he'll probably be back soon."

Wu Qing looked at the plane she had been carefully protecting. She knew her handwriting was not very good, but she still wanted to write a few words. Fortunately, there were pens and ink in the Xifeng Pavilion.

I poured the tea in the cup and ground the ink for a while. When I felt it was almost ready, I took apart the paper airplane, wrote a few words on it, let it dry for a while, and then folded it again when it was dry.

When Helian Han returned to Desheng Hall, Yongsi told him that Miss Wu Qing was waiting for him in the west backyard.

It was clearly Wu Qing who was poisoned to the bone, but Helian Han found himself as if he had been poisoned as well. He hurried back after the court session. He wanted to see that person, but when he heard the name Wu Qing, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. His feet became uncontrollable as he took two steps at a time through the main hall of Desheng Hall and walked to the west backyard.

The courtyard in late autumn was blanketed in a faint golden hue, and fallen leaves, like tired butterflies, slowly fluttered down onto the bluestone slabs. Sunlight filtered through the sparse branches, casting a dappled light on the ground.

Helian Han came in a luxurious court robe and saw an object drawing a gorgeous arc in the air, forming a sharp contrast with the blue autumn sky.

Helian Han's gaze was involuntarily attracted, and he saw from the corner of his eye that it was Wu Qing who threw the object. He remained calm and composed on the surface, with a cold and serious expression.

Allowing the depths of my heart to be suddenly touched by an invisible force, setting off a huge wave.

The corners of his mouth were flat, and there was no expression that revealed the shock in his heart.

The autumn wind blew gently, causing the corners of his robe to dance with the fallen leaves, but he was stiff.

Wu Qing ran over, picked up the paper airplane on the ground, and handed it to Helian Han, "Hold this, try throwing it."

Helian Han followed Wu Qing's instructions, holding something in his hand, not knowing what it was, and not knowing how to throw it away.

Wu Qing smiled widely, stood in front of Helian Han, with her back facing him, held his hand, and taught him how to throw the object in his hand.

But standing in this position, it was as if Helian Han was hugging Wu Qing from behind.

Feeling the light and slightly warm touch of Wu Qing's hand against his own, he took a deep breath, wanting to absorb the fresh autumn sunshine into his chest.

Seeing the woman smiling with eyes flying, he was completely unaware, took his hand and threw the object out.

The paper object actually flew into the air, and I watched it draw an incredible arc...

An indescribable warmth surged in Helian Han's heart.

Under the blowing autumn wind, the object slowly rose and then gently circled. Helian Han followed it with his eyes, and finally it landed steadily on the fallen leaves not far away...

At this moment, he reconciled with the panic brought about by the new things just now.