It's late at night and everything is silent.

The bright moonlight shines lightly through the window lattice. On the delicate and beautiful princess bed, the seven-year-old girl slept quietly and peacefully. Her face, which looked like a god and fairy, was filled with a holy luster under the moonlight.

Rong Ling quietly walked into Fengming Hall. The sound of the bead curtain being brushed failed to wake up Jingyu, who was alert and keen, he walked closer to the bed, stared at her beautiful little face like last night. In a moment, he bent down and kissed like a dragonfly on her forehead.

It is as light as a cicada's wings, and soft as spring willow catkins.

Taking a step back, he was still sitting cross-legged not far away, his palms slowly regaining luck, the same movement as last night, but no longer a purple halo, but slowly condensed a blue light.

The entire bedroom was shining brightly, and the blue ball was moved forward by the true energy in the palm of the palm, disappearing little by little between the girl's delicate eyebrows and eyes.

The whole process seemed unfast, and then it was only a cup of tea before and after.

Rong Ling slowly retracted his true energy, then stood up with his right hand, shook his body almost imperceptibly, and his face was clear and pale in the dim light.

He turned around and couldn't walk out of the bedroom. A wisp of blood had already overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and gently wiped it away, leaving Fengming Palace unsteadily.

For seven consecutive days, Rong Ling did not appear in the sight of his companions, but he would come to Jingyu's bedroom every night, and turn around and leave after doing what he wanted to do.

No one noticed him when he appeared at night, and no one knew where he went during the day.

The children's doubts became deeper and deeper, but no one mentioned them anymore, as if they had already agreed in their hearts that the person had disappeared from the Eastern Palace, although they didn't know how he disappeared.

But on the eighth day, he appeared.

It seemed like an eternal black dress appeared in the dining room during lunch.

Everyone calmed down, forgot to eat, stopped all the movements in their hands, and looked at the person who had disappeared inexplicably and appeared inexplicably in silence.

"Your Highness, Princess." He walked to Jingyu and saluted respectfully and perfectly, without any mistakes in the etiquette.

Jingyu casually ate a vegetable ball, but didn't even look at Rong Ling, who was kneeling not far away, and said lightly: "You can tell me where I have been these days."

Rong Ling said: "It was Rong Ling's fault that he left the East Palace without authorization, and he was allowed to deal with His Royal Highness."

"Since that's the case, I won't be too busy with you." Jingyu said lightly, "By time, the rules of the Eastern Palace cannot tolerate you bargaining or anyone being dismissed. It will be converted to seven days to seventy court sticks or seven hundred whips."

Speaking of this, she turned her head slightly, "Your small body probably can't bear the cruelty of a court stick, so I give you a choice. Do you want a court stick or a whip?"

The twenty or thirty children on the table kept absolutely quiet, and they lowered their eyes and dared not say anything.

Rong Ling might also know that if this small body really suffered the seventy scepter, it would never be possible to have a breath, nor would it have a complete bone on his body.

So without hesitation, he said calmly: "Whip."

"Very good." Jingyu smiled faintly, "Don't say that I am cruel to you, seven hundred whips can be executed in one month."

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Chapter completed!