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"From now on, I will be your master, and your life and death will be determined by me." Sitting on the carved chair, the indifferent voice rang out, and the reverberation echoed in the room.

"Yes, master." The answering voice was emotionless, like a soulless doll.

Seeing her dressed in clothes that seemed to be randomly draped in linen, she couldn't help frowning and being speechless.

Pulling out a strand of hair from her hair with her hands, she held the two ends separately, staring at the strand of hair with monster-like purple pupils until it slowly transformed into a fine silk cloth.

He walked towards her with big strides, covered her thin body with a silk cloth, and then adjusted it with his thoughts to make it fit the clothes.

He took off the beaded jade hairpin on her head, inserted it obliquely between her hair, and instantly transformed into a golden step in the form of a phoenix, and finally hung a bell chain on her jade feet.

With his hands behind his back, he did not forget to remind: "You are not allowed to take off the bell without my permission, and you are not allowed to show up without my permission."

Returning to the grand teacher's chair again, looking down at his masterpiece from a high position, he smiled wryly.

"Young master usually has the habit of getting up early, why haven't you come out yet after the sun has risen?" Mrs. Nangong looked at the closed door and asked the servants passing by.

"Ma'am, I don't know about that either." He also had doubts on his face: "Why don't I go into the room and wake up the young master."

"Alright, otherwise it would be bad if he missed breakfast. After he finishes grooming, let him eat." Madam Nangong left as soon as she finished speaking.

"Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am...! It's not good! It's not good!"

Seeing a little maid running over impatiently, Mrs. Nangong frowned: "What's the fuss?"

"Ma'am, the young master won't wake up no matter how hard he wakes up!" The little maid was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"Stop talking nonsense, how is this possible!" Mrs. Nangong couldn't help scolding angrily, "I'll go and see."

The little maid followed Mrs. Nangong's footsteps to Xiyun's room.

Mrs. Nangong just started to pat Xiyun's face lightly: "Yun'er, Yun'er, it's getting late, wake up, Yun'er... Yun'er!" Seeing that he still hasn't woken up, she shook his shoulder vigorously: "Yun'er! Don't wake up yet! Don't sleep anymore! Yun'er... Did you hear what mother said? Yun'er... Yun'er!"

"Ma'am, the young master really didn't wake up, what should I do?" The little maid twisted her fingers uneasily.

"What are you still doing here? Hurry up and call for a doctor!" Mrs. Nangong roared angrily when she saw her like this.

As soon as the little girl went out, she saw the old man carrying the medicine box passing by, and she hurriedly pulled him: "Hi old man, are you a doctor?"

"The old man passed by here just after the doctor's visit, what's the matter with the girl?" Seeing someone grabbing him, he was slightly startled.

"My young master hasn't woken up since he fell asleep last night, can you please go and have a look?"

"It's not too late, show me quickly."

The old man pressed the pulse on Xiyun's wrist, frowned, and then put his ear close to his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"It's not easy to deal with. His heart is in a mess right now, and his viscera are disordered and shifted. I'm afraid he can't be cured by medicine." The tone of his speech was slightly hoarse.

"Doctor, what do you think should be done?" Mrs. Nangong said with a melancholy expression.

"Young Master Nangong, this is a heart disease. The heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. Only by untying his heart knot can it be cured." The old man said quietly, as if there was no other way.

"Sickness? What's wrong with Yun'er?" Mrs. Nangong was so anxious that she couldn't figure it out for a while.

"I heard this girl say that your young master couldn't sleep since last night. Madame, imagine what happened before that?"

Mrs. Nangong put her hand on her forehead, "How could Jun'er have a knot when he is fine? Xiaotong, do you know?"

"Back to Madam, Xiaotong can't understand the young master's thoughts." Xiaotong lowered her head, feeling guilty for not fulfilling her responsibilities.

"Then we can only wait for the master to come back." That's the only way, as if thinking of something, Mrs. Nangong asked again: "Then we help him untie the knot, will he know?"

"As the saying goes, mother and child are connected, as long as the knot is untied, it can be directly transmitted to Mr. Nangong's heart, and then he will wake up naturally."

"I see, doctor, thank you very much. Xiaotong sees off the guests, remember to pay the doctor a few taels of silver."

"Have you forgotten why Yun'er had a falling out with us two days ago and stayed away all night?" Master Nangong said with a hint of resignation in his tone.

"You mean?" Mrs. Nangong vaguely recalled the previous incident: "But the matter of regretting the marriage is not a joke. What if Mr. Zhao says that we teased him and blamed us?"

Turning around, crossing her hands behind her back, "Don't tell me you don't want Yun'er anymore?"

"Is that really all right?" Mrs. Nangong was still worried.

"I can only tell the truth, I hope Mr. Zhao can understand." I hope so.

A figure descended from the sky, the white robe fluttering like wings, and the fiery red long hair danced in the wind.

The figure settled by the bed, quietly staring at the sleeping boy on the bed, stroking his creamy cheeks with warm palms.

Then, she leaned over and kissed his slightly dry lips very delicately.

After Yin Xia kissed him lightly, he straightened up and sat on the edge of his bed, his palms flashing in front of his eyes: "Sleeping Beauty, wake up."

The curled eyelashes fluttered like wings, and the originally closed star pupils slowly opened.

"Hmm..." He murmured softly, rubbing his big hazy eyes.

"Your engagement has been broken," he told him bluntly.

"Oh..." His head couldn't react for a while, and he suddenly shouted for a long time: "What? Canceled? What do you mean? How did you do it?"

"You have too many questions." He folded his arms around his chest, with a smirk on his lips. "Anyway, the matter is done, I'll go first."

Seeing him climbing the window, he hurriedly asked, "Aren't you going out through the gate?"

"How to come and how to go." He put his hands on the window and glanced at him from the window. "Besides, climbing windows is more personal."

Just remembered that there were other things to ask, but there was no one there.

At this moment, it suddenly occurred to him, isn't his wing room on the third floor? !

Just after changing her clothes, as soon as she stepped out of the room, she heard the servant waiting outside the door screaming: "Young Master...Young Master, you are awake!" Then he ran away, shouting along the way: "Master, Madam, Mrs. Alright! The young master is awake! Wake up!"

It's just waking up, do you need such an exaggerated welcome?

Before thinking too much, he went to wash his face and then went to the dining room.

The reckless servant arrived one step ahead of him, and was standing behind Master Nangong at this moment.

After glancing at that person, he sat down beside Master Nangong, "Father, mother."

"Yun'er, you..." Mrs. Nangong sighed, "Is it true that you fell asleep because of that incident?"

"Mom, what did you say?" What about that?What is sleeping and not waking up?

Seeing that she didn't answer, Master Nangong simply answered for him: "Do you know that you slept for a day and a night without waking up?"

one day one Night? "How is that possible!" He widened his eyes in astonishment.

"Your mother asked the doctor, and he said that you couldn't sleep because of heart disease." After finishing speaking, he let out a long sigh helplessly. "So I went to Master Zhao to dissolve the engagement."

He skipped the previous sentence and only heard the following key words. "Father, is what you said true? Have you divorced?"

"Yes. Are you happy?" Seeing his excitement, Master Nangong smiled.

"Enen, thank you, father and mother!" He was so excited that he hugged Master Nangong.

"Wrong Shadow!" Xiyun was bouncing into the wrong shadow's room with a basket in his hand. "Wrong shadow...wrong shadow, wrong shadow."

A vein twitched on his forehead: "Xiyun, you're here."

"Yes, I came here specially to thank you for your help." He put the basket on the small table in the middle of Luohan's bed.

"It's easy to do, don't be so polite." He squinted at the basket, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"To express my gratitude, I have specially made super delicious dishes for you to taste, all of which are original and made by myself!" He opened the lid on the basket: "It is absolutely sincere."

"Hmm!" He originally wanted to cover his nose, but then he thought about it because he was afraid that he would be upset, so he held back: "What is this?"

He didn't notice any difference, and explained enthusiastically: "This is called honey sauce abalone."

"Abalone?" He only saw a dead fish wrapped in withered petals, some dead ants and bees floating on the soup, and an unknown black-red liquid like oil stains.

"Oh...sorry, I don't know where to put the abalone, so I suddenly thought of doing this. The so-called honey sauce abalone is to cook flowers and fish together. I think it would be more delicious to cook the whole flower with honey, so I just made the whole flower. Throw it down and cook."

"Then..." He asked a little uncertainly, "Have you washed those flowers?"

He was surprised: "Do you want to wash it? I was afraid that the smell would become weak after washing, so I didn't wash it."

"So what happened to those bees and dead ants?" This is also the key.

"I've asked my servants to pull out the bee stinger, and the rest is just the body, don't worry." But just after finishing speaking, he lowered his head a little guilty: "As for those ants... it's the additional nutrition I specially prepared." OK Well, he admitted that he saw too many ants and didn't know how to remove them, so he brought them directly.

As expected, I still can't expect too much from the kitchen idiot young master in the deep boudoir. "Have you tried this dish?"

"That's right." Xi Yun clapped her hands fiercely, and then picked up the chopsticks to pick up the fish: "I forgot to try it."

The wrong shadow immediately took the bowl away: "I'll tell you the taste after I try it."

"But I also want to taste it myself." He flattened his mouth, "In this way, if there are any deficiencies, we can make more improvements." Then he stretched the chopsticks to the bowl in his hand.

The wrong shadow took the bowl further away: "So you just want to know how to improve, right? I'll tell you after I eat it, isn't it the same?"

"You can only feel it when you eat it yourself." He didn't give up and moved the chopsticks closer.

Cuoying held the bowl high, watching him jumping up and down without hooking his wrist. "No. You can grab it if you have the ability."

Xiyun puffed up her face and refused to compromise: "You actually bullied me for being short." As soon as the words fell, she jumped up and kicked his hand.

Seeing this, Zhuoying turned around and put the hand holding the bowl behind him, and took advantage of the wind to fly back.Xiyun stepped on the wall and took advantage of the momentum to rush towards the wrong shadow.

The wrong shadow immediately fell from the sky, staring at his empty figure, snickering.

Xiyun stomped his feet frequently in the air: "Damn it." He took out a paper fan from his waist, spread it out, and threw it at him.

The paper fan kept turning against the wind, and when it was about to touch the corner of his clothes, he bent back to avoid it, and the paper fan fell back into Xiyun's hand.

"Don't avoid it." Xiyun said, throwing down the chopsticks, then ran to him, pumped up his true energy, and slapped him with two sharp palms.Cuoying threw the bowl in his hand upwards, raised his palm and hit him.This collision caused the clothes to fly continuously, and the ground seemed to shake.

They paused for a while, and when the bowl was about to fall, Xiyun wanted to raise his hand to catch it, but he slapped it down, and the bowl fell into Zongying's hands.

He threw the bowl high into the sky again: "Whoever catches it will get it."

Without much hesitation, Xiyun jumped up and threw the paper fan into the air, trying to catch it with the paper fan.Zhuoying immediately took off the hairpin from his hair and threw it away. The hairpin caught the bowl, and the paper fan was hit by the hairpin and firmly nailed to the wall. The bowl on the hairpin remained motionless, and the food on the bowl did not leak .

At this moment, his blood-red gorgeous blue hair fluttered in the wind, as if there was an indescribable enchantment.

"Okay, you win." Xiyun said sullenly.

The wrong shadow touched his head and smiled lowly.