"So it's like that." Fang Ruoxing patted his chest with a lingering look, "It really scared me to death."

Ye Nongying raised her eyebrows: "I don't think you were so scared. Didn't you feel calm along the way just now? I thought you had forgotten this."

"No, I was worried all the way." But I'm sorry to let others know, otherwise everyone will feel uncomfortable.

However, now she was relieved, and her face increased with a smile.

She confirmed to Duanmu Yawang, "Miss Duanmu, in that case, my wound is not serious?"

"It can't be said that it is not serious, it hurts the bones a bit. It takes at least six or seven days of training before you can barely walk on the ground. Now you'd better not get the wound, and it's best not to walk around casually." Duanmu Yawang said as she lifted her up. Trousers, treat her wounds.

As soon as Duanmu Ya looked at it, Fang Ruoxing's small face was distorted with pain, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were bursting with tears.

Ye Nongying patted her shoulder to soothe her, but turned her head and raised her eyebrows to question Duanmu Yawang's words just now: "Such an injury, can you walk on the ground in six or seven days?"

"It's okay."

"I hurt my bones, why would it take half a month?"

"General medicine is definitely needed." Duanmu Yawang raised her head and blinked at her, "However, with the medicine I developed by Duanmu Yawang, it must be unnecessary."

"..."

Ye Nongying cursed in a low voice, and suddenly stopped speaking.

How could she forget how perverted her medicines are?

Fang Ruoxing listened to them, and for a while forgot the pain, and sighed: "It's a pity, I still thought about watching your last day of fighting. I can't walk on my legs, I'm afraid I can't go."

Ye Nongying: "What's the matter? If you want to go, let the master arrange it."

"Is this bad?" Fang Ruoxing endured the pain and hesitated, and said, "Go and watch the fight. If you use a sedan chair to lift it, it will definitely arouse criticism."

"It doesn't matter what they think, you are Miss Fang Mansion anyway, no one dares to say when you carry it on the 16-person sedan chair." Ye Nongying shrugged and said leisurely: "If you can, I don't know how many people are. I want to be carried into the venue in a sedan chair!"

Fang Ruoxing hesitated, "I will ask Daddy when the time comes."

Duanmu Yawang treated Fang Ruoxing’s leg wounds, and told her: “Your legs should be less active these two days, and your knees should not be moved if you can. I’ll treat you three wounds every day, and endure it for a few days. Enough."

"good."

When Fang Ruoxing finished answering, the steward led the people.

Those people carried a scorpion.

This moment must be for Fang Ruoxing to sit on.

Fang Ruoxing's face was embarrassed, and he took the lead to speak: "Just take care of it, is the meal ready?"

"Yes, Mr. Xiao and the Lord are already in the hall."

"Then let's go to the dining room to have a meal."

So the group set out to go to the hall.

When I went to the hall, I really saw Fang Lanzhou and Xiao Wuzheng already sitting in the hall.

Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying both said hello to the host, Duanmu Yawang also said something to Xiao Wuzheng, and Ye Nongying treated Xiao Wuzheng like nothing.

Fang Ruoxing was the last one to come in.

Seeing Fang Ruoxing sitting on the front, Fang Zhushang's always calm eyes darkened and looked at Fang Ruoxing.

With the help of her maidservant, Fang Ruoxing sat down at the table, caught a glimpse of Fang Zhu’s face, and yelled timidly, "Daddy."

"What's the matter? I heard that you still let Miss Duanmu come back all the way with her back?"

"Well, but this is a long story..."

"Then make a long story short."

"Father." Fang Ruoxing frowned, and said coquettishly: "This is something that can be explained in two or three sentences."

Xiao Wuzheng glanced at Ye Nongying. Seeing that she was unscathed, he looked away and raised his eyebrows. Ruoxing said, "That said, you are planning to tell us what happened during the Exile Festival. NS?"

Fang Ruoxing looked at Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying and asked for their opinions.

Without waiting for Duanmu Ya to ask them to speak, Fang Zhu said: "Everyone is hungry, let's talk while eating."

So everyone started eating with chopsticks.

Duanmu Yawang and the others were really hungry. After moving the chopsticks, they almost couldn't bear to talk. After the stomach was filled a little bit full, everyone began to talk slowly.

The Lord Fang poured two glasses of wine himself, then stood up, and handed one of them to Duanmu Yawang, who stood up and took it because he was unclear.

"Miss Duanmu, Gu Ruoxing took care of you today, thank you."

When the host said, the wine glass touched Duanmu Yawang and drank with his head up.

"You're polite, nothing more than trivial matters." Duanmu Yawang also looked up and drank the wine.

Fang Zhushang nodded, sat down, glanced at his daughter, and asked helplessly: "How many ceremonies did you participate in today?"

Fang Ruoxing obediently asked and answered: "Three."

"Have you been punished?"

"No." Fang Ruoxing shook his head, thinking of something, looked at Duanmu Yawang with big eyes, "Among us, only Miss Duanmu was punished."

"Oh?"

Fang Lanzhou and Xiao Wuzheng both squinted their eyes and looked towards Duanmu Ya, with no emotions in their eyes: "What is the punishment?"

"The content is very specific!" Before Duanmu Yawang answered, Fang Ruoxing couldn't wait to say: "During the worship ceremony, let Miss Duanmu choose to participate in the memorial ceremony or the Sanskrit on the spot."

"Memorial ceremony?" Fang Zhu's eyes sharpened instantly, "Miss Duanmu, you..."

"Daddy, Miss Duanmu didn't choose the memorial ceremony." Fang Ruoxing said with a smile: "Miss Duanmu chose Sanskrit, and she passed the punishment smoothly!"

"Successfully passed the punishment?"

Xiao Wuzheng raised his eyebrows, and both he and Fang Zhu had rare surprises in their eyes, "You passed the Sanskrit on the spot?"

Duanmu Yawang smiled slightly, "Memory is better, so I remember it."

Xiao Wuzheng shook his fan thoughtfully, "Almost few people who are being punished can pass the punishment. You are really interesting."

Duanmu Yawang did not answer. She looked at Xiao Wuzheng and Fang Zhu, always feeling that even if they heard that she passed the punishment, their faces were not happy.

Or is this just her illusion?

The Lord Fang looked at his daughter and asked, "After the worship ceremony, everything went smoothly?"

"No."

Speaking of this, Fang Ruoxing wrinkled her face, "The incense-burning Sanskrit ceremony is very difficult to memorize scriptures. However, we are not bad. Miss Duanmu is miserable. The book is different from us, and we need to read it on the spot. After reading it, I have to memorize two chapters!"

Xiao Wuzheng shook his fan, and asked indifferently, "Miss Duanmu, is it only your book that is different from others in the audience?"

"Um."

Duanmu Ya looked at Xiao Wuzheng hopefully, "How did Xiao Wuzheng know?"

Xiao Wuzheng blinked, "Purely speculation."

"Humph!"

Ye Nongying, who had been silent, heard a cold snort here.

Xiao Wuzheng glanced at her, but said nothing.

Fang Zhu put a piece of meat on top for his daughter. After she finished eating, he continued to speak, "How about the third ceremony? How smooth?"

"The third wind ritual is the most tormenting." Speaking of the wind ritual, Fang Ruoxing got goose bumps. "A group of people danced tirelessly, jumping and surging, they are still ascended to heaven! At that time I thought Miss Duanmu and Miss Ye were going to die."

After finishing speaking, he also talked about Xiao Bailu and his injuries.

Fang Ruoxing finished speaking, Fang Zhushang and Xiao Wuzheng were not too surprised by what she said to her. The two looked at Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying: "According to this, did you two personally participate in the atmosphere ceremony? "

"Yes."

Duanmu Yawang felt that they were asking strangely, “On the paper prompt, don’t you let the ceremony attend the ceremony? I thought that participation in the ceremony is considered as attendance. Isn’t that the case?"

Fang Zhushang sighed lightly, did not say whether it should be like this, rubbed Fang Ruoxing's head, and asked his daughter: "So, do you have two red sachets on your body?"

"No." Fang Ruoxing glared at his father, "Daddy, are you confused? I participated in three ceremonies, naturally there are three red sachets."

"Three?" Fang Zhu frowned, "Where are you the third one?"