Chapter 702: Nangong Huang's guilty conscience

Nangong Huang was startled, subconsciously blocked the door, and lowered her voice, "She is still sleeping."
Bai Yihan frowned, raised his eyes and scanned Nangong Huang up and down, as if trying to find the answer from him.
Nangong Huang began to feel guilty again. He pulled his placket without any traces, covering up the traces on his neck.
Bai Yihan stared at Nangong Huang for a long time, and he couldn't stand it.
"I ... I'll pack my luggage." Nangong Huang ran out without waiting for Bai Yihan to speak.
Bai Yihan looked even more skeptical of Nangong Huang's flustered back. He turned and stared at the door for a while, but didn't enter.
Nangong Huang did not run far before they met Nangong Ying and Xue Qingyu.
Nangong Huang felt a guilty conscience again, saying that he was leaving?
Nangong Ying also stared at Nangong Huang, watching him for a while before saying, "Are you going to leave, have you packed everything?"
Nangong Huang nodded slightly and said, "It was packed yesterday. I'll get it."
Nangong Huang said, went straight to Huang Qifeng.
Nangong Ying looked at the back of Nangong Huang and squinted, "Shu Yu, go and help the five princes with their luggage."
"Yes." Shu Yu bowed, and immediately followed Nangong Huang.
Knowing that he had to leave, Nangong Huang had already packed everything up. In fact, he had nothing. It was nothing more than Ruyue, and the medical books and elixir given by the master and ancestor. It is ready to take all.
Putting two bags on the round table, Nangong Huang walked to the bronze mirror again.
Looking at the countless blue-red kiss marks around the neck, Nangong Huang's face couldn't help red, and her heart instantly became hot.
Thinking of everything last night, his eyes softened instantly.
Last night was the best time of his life. Regardless of the future, these wonderful memories will be enough to reflect on his life. Even if he let him die now, he has no regrets.
After looking at the bronze mirror for a long time, Nangong Huang took off his disciple suit and put on his cyan robe.
Folding the disciple's clothes that had been replaced into bed, Nangong Huang turned and opened the door.
"His Royal Highness." Outside the room, Shu Yu immediately bowed.
Nangong Huang looked at Shu Yu and said, "You first take the salute and meet with the emperor. I'll go to Qing Dingfeng and Tianji Peak to give the two ancestors individual advice."
Shu Yu glanced at the two burdens on the table and bowed to "yes".
Nangong Huang reluctantly glanced at his yard again before turning to Tianjifeng.
Tianji Peak.
Bu Yangzi woke up in the morning, but did not get up. Although the injury was already good, his body had not recovered, and he was naturally not as strong as before.
Nangong Huang reached the door of Bu Yangzi's room and knocked gently.
Bu Yangzi thought it was Baiju and Mo Beichen, but didn't get up, and shouted directly to the outside, "Come in."
Nangong Huang gently pushed in the door and didn't dare to go inside, only shouting from the outside, "Master."
Hearing the word "Shizu", Bu Yangzi first stunned, then thought that it should be Nangong Huang, so he sat up and put on his coat.
Knowing that Bu Yangzi was ill, Nangong Huang immediately stepped forward to help him.
Seeing that it was really Nangong Huang, Bu Yangzi laughed, "Why is it so early to come? Is something wrong?"
Nangong Huang helped Bu Yangzi to sit at the table before kneeling. "The disciples came to resign to the ancestor."
Bu Yangzi raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are you going back?"
Nangong Huang looked down, "Yes."
Bu Yangzi asked with a frown, "Does your master know?"
"Well." Nangong Huang nodded.
Bu Yangzi frowned. Why were both of them so sudden? What happened again?
Bu Yangzi groaned for a moment, and then asked, "when do you leave?"
Nangong Huang said embarrassedly, "After a while ... and left."
It was really too sudden. He should have come to resign with the ancestors yesterday, but Ru Yue kept crying and could n’t help it.
Bu Yangzi frowned even more. I heard that the child was the prince of the green prince. I'm afraid I won't come again this time.
Bu Yangzi sighed and took out a bright yellow umbrella and a jade slip from the storage ring, and handed it to Nangong Huang. Yujianli. "
The glittering little umbrella was not ordinary at first glance, and Nangong Huang immediately blushed and waved, "You have given your disciples a lot of things. Disciples can't ask."
Seeing Nangong Huang being so sensible, Bu Yangzi smiled and put the small umbrella and Yujian together in his arms. "This is reserved for you, this magic weapon is best for you."
Although this dragon-bearded parasol is an artifact, it is not suitable for everyone. It is only suitable for people who have not cultivated it. He had the heart to give him a parting gift before, but he did not expect to use it so soon. Already.
"Thank you, ancestor." Bu Yangzi said so, and Nangong Huang did not resign and accepted it.
Bu Yangzi nodded and waved, "You go, let your master send you."
"The disciple retired." Nangong Huang respectfully buoyed Yang Yang three times before he got up and left.
Nangong Huang lowered Tianji Peak and went to Qingding Peak.
Qingding Peak.
Because it is too early, there are not too many disciples in the main square.
When he saw Nangong Huang coming, a disciple immediately said, "Master is up. It's in the room."
Before that, Nangong Huang often came to Qing Dingfeng to study medicine with Rui and his party. The disciples naturally knew Nangong Huang and he was a disciple of the master sister, so everyone was very kind to him.
Nangong Huangchao nodded his disciple before going to the backyard.
Rui and his team like to be quiet, so the rest and sleeping place is not with the disciples, but in the backyard alone.
In the room, Rui and his party finished washing, and just after boiling a pot of tea, Nangong Huang arrived.
"Master." As soon as he entered the house, Nangong Huang bowed respectfully to Rui and his party.
"So early today?" Rui and his team raised their eyebrows in surprise when they saw Nangong Huang.
Nangong Huang came in and knelt directly in front of Rui and his party. "Master, disciple is here to resign."
Rui and his party stayed for a while, then noticed that Nangong Huang had changed the disciples' clothes, and then murmured, "Suddenly."
Nangong Huang looked down, "Yes, the family is in a hurry."
Rui and his team frowned. "Are you coming again?"
Nangong Huang stiffened, gave Rui and his party a head, and said, "The disciples have the expectations of the ancestors, and the disciples are ashamed."
Rui and his party were stunned, saying that they would not come.
Rui and his party were a little bit reluctant and disappointed for a moment, sighing softly, "Don't say that, except for your master, you are the most gifted disciple I have ever met."
Rui and his party looked at Nangong Huang's eyes full of pity. The child was silent, quiet and well-behaved. Although he was young, he was very stable and very sensible. .
Nangong Huang lowered her head, hiding the tears in her eyes.
Looking at the appearance of Nangong Huang, Rui and his party were also uncomfortable, and sighed, "Go back and read through the medical books your Master and I gave you. If you don't understand, please write to me."
"Thank you, ancestor." Nangong Huanghong stared, then nodded again.
Rui and his party found a small jade bottle from their arms and handed it to Nangong Huang. "This is a heart-protecting Dan. It's for your life. Hold it. The other master should give it to you, and I won't give it to you."
"Thank you, ancestor." Nangong Huang took the small jade bottle respectfully.
Rui waved and waved, "Go, be careful on the road."
Nangong Huang finally solemnly gave Rui and his party three bumps before getting up and leaving.
Rui and his party looked at the back of Nangong Huang, and were very reluctant.
This disciple is gone, he is so sad, and if that girl goes away after that, wouldn't he want to forget about the tea, Rui and his party thought of falling down and laughing.
Shaking his head helplessly, Rui and his party picked up the pot of tea and poured a cup of tea.
After saying goodbye to the two ancestors, Nangong Huang walked out of Fengshen College.
Turning to look at the glittering four characters on the plaque, Nangong Huang was a little sad.
At first, he wanted to come to study medicine. He was fortunate enough to be able to enter Fengshen Theological Seminary, to meet so many people, especially to meet Ru Yue and Master. They were the luckiest thing in his life. Unfortunately, the time was too short. About to go.
Nangong Huang stood outside the college for a long time before coming down to Fengshen Mountain.
He didn't walk fast, watching as he walked, as if to imprint this place that brightened his life in his mind.
Under Fengshen Mountain, Nangong Ying and Shu Yu were already waiting.
Bai Tan and Mo Beichen, Bai Yihan, Qi Ziling, and Murong Ye also arrived early in the morning.
Bai Tan and Qi Ziling both spoke around Nangong Ying.
"This time, a few of us don't know when we can meet again." Baiju looked at Nangong Ying with a reluctant expression.
"There will always be a chance to see each other again." Nangong Sakura was also reluctant. She was cold and had no friends. It was rare to be able to make so many friends on this trip to Fengshen.
Seeing Shu Yan who was moving things over there, Murong Yan couldn't help walking over, "Sister Shu, you have to go back."
Shu Yan looked up and saw Murong Yan immediately smiled, "Yes, my sister and His Royal Highness are going back, and I will naturally go back with them."
Murong Yu had a sour heart in her eyes, staring at Shu Shu with gazing eyes, saying for a long time, "Be careful on your way."
"Well." Shu Min nodded and looked at Murong Min with a smile, "I will go to the northwest to find you in the future."
As soon as Murong's eyes lighted up, the sour sensation was swept away instantly. He smiled wryly, "Okay, here you are, I'll take you to see the prairie."
Shu Min also laughed, "It's all up."
The early winter sun shined warmly on the two, and even the smile seemed extra warm.