The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The moon shines brightly in the clear winter sky, and the hearth in the winter palace is warm.

Yun Boyan reached out and steadily lifted his elder brother Xie Jinlian from the bathtub.

The movement was extremely light and gentle, as if holding a fragile piece of glass, or a handful of melting snow.

The spiritual energy in his palm flowed, turning all the remaining water droplets on the two people into white mist that rose up.

Amidst the swirling mist, the two brothers appeared to stand on clouds, their robes fluttering, like celestial beings banished from heaven.

He and his brother cultivated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which is not the same path as ordinary martial artists.

Like the imperial advisor He Lichen, their lineage cultivates the mind, nourishes the qi, and refines the soul.

I do not seek physical strength, but only a clear mind that resonates with heaven and earth.

"Brother," he said as he walked, his tone tinged with helplessness, "didn't we agree to repay your life-saving grace with our bodies? Is this some kind of advance payment?"

He gently placed Xie Jinlian on the couch.

The soft, snowy blanket spread out, enveloping him in a warm, white embrace.

He leaned there, his snow-white hair spread across the pillow, his eyes covered by a white veil, his whole being ethereal and otherworldly, like the snow and ice on a mountain peak that had never melted for a thousand years.

But that posture—sitting languidly, a thin blanket casually covering her body—seemed as if she were waiting for something.

Looking at his elder brother in this state, Yun Boyan suddenly felt as if he had lost all his strength and abilities.

"Brother, be more reserved."

The voice carried a hint of helpless resignation.

"it is good."

Xie Jinlian answered readily.

He was so straightforward that it made one wonder if he hadn't listened at all.

Then he started kicking people out.

"Then you should go first, don't bother us."

He paused, his tone still indifferent, but the meaning behind his words made Yun Boyan's eyes widen.

What happened to your supposed reserve?

That's it?

"Look at all those swarms of suitors outside, all eyeing Zhizhi."

Xie Jinlian turned her head slightly.

"If I, as your brother, do not strive for it, then there will be many others who will want to win Zhizhi's favor."

"Ayan, you don't want your brother to lose either, right?"

The Sword Immortal wore a smile.

"Look, Father lost back then, how can we lose? No way!"

"Stop causing trouble. Behave yourself, or Wen Song will just knock you out."

Yun Boyan: "..."

He took a deep breath.

Take another deep breath.

"Brother, I won't cause any trouble."

"You actually want Wen Song to knock me out—that's going too far!"

He felt that if his elder brother weren't currently unable to walk, he would definitely have taken matters into his own hands.

Push the seemingly innocent older brother, who was spouting the harshest words, under the covers and let him experience the wrath of his younger brother.

So, in a fit of anger, he snapped.

"Wen Song, keep an eye on him."

Xie Jinlian gave the order, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wen Song immediately responded.

The pale purple robes shimmered with a soft hue in the light and shadow, like clouds dyed by blooming lavender.

He stepped forward and made a "please" gesture.

"please--"

The movements were respectful and the posture elegant.

Ke Yunbo clearly saw a hint of a smile in his eyes.

A hint of schadenfreude in his smile.

Yun Boyan glanced at Xie Jinlian.

My brother, my brother, this is my brother...

Then he turned around and strode out.

If he stayed any longer, he feared he might not be able to resist killing his brother.

After Wen Song invited Yun Boyan out of the bedroom, he stood guard outside the door.

Before long, Tang Xixue came over carrying a medicine box and the prepared medicine.

She walked briskly, her fiery red robes fluttering and carrying a faint scent of medicine.

The medicinal fragrance was clear and refreshing, like a pine forest after a snowfall, or a mountain spring under the moonlight, subtle and invigorating.

Qingdai originally intended to attend to him, but Wensong stopped her by raising his hand.

"It's not convenient for you to go in from inside."

He spoke up to remind him, his voice gentle and warm.

"oh!"

Qingdai was slightly taken aback, but then she realized what was happening.

She immediately and tactfully stopped, without overstepping her bounds in the slightest.

"Then I'll guard the door too."

As she spoke, she thoughtfully closed the palace doors tightly for them.

Today, she must guard the door well for Her Highness the Princess.

Then she stood by the door, on the left and right of Wen Song, like two guardian deities.

Her princess has been fond of that mysterious master since she was a child.

She saw her in the palace when she came today and was amazed by her beauty.

This should belong to Her Highness!

She thought to herself silently.

Wen Song stood to the side, eyes lowered, saying nothing.

He just stayed here.

They cherished the tranquility of the room, and also the time they could spend alone together.

"Master, I've arrived."

Tang Xixue put down her medicine box and placed the medicine bowl on the table beside the couch.

"The medicine is ready, let's begin..."

She looked up and saw that Xie Jinlian was already lying on the couch.

He reached out and uncovered the snow blanket covering him.

The movement was very casual.

It was also very straightforward.

So, the next second.

She stood there, stunned.

No?

She was telling her master not to wear an outer robe.

So why is the Master lying here completely naked?

It was so white it was dazzling, and so pink it was crystal clear.

Her skin was as white as the millennia-old snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain, or like frost formed from moonlight.

Under the flickering candlelight, it glowed with a soft, gentle light, like fine mutton fat jade that had been carefully polished, lustrous and radiant.

The shoulder line flows smoothly like distant mountains, and the collarbone is distinct like a butterfly wing.

Next, continue.

Her heart almost stopped beating for a moment.

My heart skipped a beat.

Then he jumped up wildly.

The thumping sounded like someone was drumming rapidly inside my chest.

"Master, Master..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

The tremor was very slight, as light as the wind brushing against the strings of a zither, but the strings were already in complete disarray.

"Hmm? Zhizhi, what's wrong?"

Xie Jinlian spoke.

His voice was low, deep, and magnetic, with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Like a clear stream babbling merrily, it flowed gently past my ears.

It wanders in, permeating the soul.

It is warm and smooth.

It's tingling and numb.

It itches all the way to my heart.

"Master, it looks so good—"

Tang Xixue's hands trembled as she pulled the snow blanket closer to cover herself.

The movement was very gentle, and carried a hint of shyness.

She tried to calm her wildly beating heart.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

But my heart just wouldn't slow down.

"No, I misspoke..."

She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound normal:

"I mean, I'm going to start healing my master."

She first removed the veil covering his eyes.

The silk gauze was extremely light and thin; as it slipped from her fingertips, it was as if she were scooping up a handful of moonlight.

The moonlight streamed through her fingers, landing in her palm before gently sliding away.

Then, she gently dripped the medicine into his eyes.

a drop.

Two drops.

The medicinal liquid was clear and transparent, like spring water from the mountains, and when it fell into his eyes, it created slight ripples.

She saw his eyelashes tremble slightly, like a startled butterfly.

She held her breath again.

He was given acupuncture.

The silver needles flew between her fingertips, each one precise and accurate.

She has absolute confidence in her medical skills and can locate every acupoint even with her eyes closed.

But she couldn't calm her heart down.

Men do indeed slow down her sword-drawing speed.

Master's stunning beauty.

It almost made her hands unsteady on the needle.

She bit her lip, forcing herself to concentrate.

Focus on the acupoints around his eyes.

Focus on the meridians between his eyebrows.

She continued to administer acupuncture to his legs.

……

I dare not look at other places, nor dare I think about them.

Finally, the needle was put away.

She let out a long breath.

A fine layer of sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

Then, she reached out and placed her hand on his leg.

The movement was very light, carrying a hint of probing and a hint of anticipation.

"Master, can you feel it now?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, like apricot blossoms in spring rain, carrying a sweet fragrance.

"Yes.

Xie Jinlian nodded.

The stinging sensation in my eyes was gone, replaced by a cool, gentle flow.

I can feel my legs again and it seems I can move them.

But the sensation of her hand landing there was also very clear.

The warmth emanated from her palm, seeping into his bloodstream, inch by inch, spreading to every part of his body.

"Master, be good next time and don't be so naughty."

Tangxi Xue suddenly bent down.

Her lips approached his ear.

Her breath was as fragrant as orchids.

The warm breath brushed against his earlobe, like a feather gently tickling him.

"This will interfere with my treatment."

That voice was like melting honey, dripping into his ears.

Every word carries warmth.

Every syllable carries a sweetness.

Xie Jinlian's handsome face was tinged with the glow of the sunset.

"Zhizhi didn't send Wensong to relay the message—"

He spoke, his voice dry and hoarse:

"So you want me to wear nothing at all?"

"I clearly did as instructed."

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

This statement just doesn't sound right.

It's too late to take it back.

Tang Xixue looked at his expression.

Looking at that person who was clearly nervous but was trying to remain calm, and at that slightly bobbing Adam's apple.

She suddenly smiled.

How could her master be so adorable?

"I just asked Ah Song to convey a message that Master doesn't need to wear an outer robe."

She got up and took the clothes from the shelf next to her.

One by one.

I dressed him carefully.

The movement was slow and gentle.

With tenderness and pity.

"Master, there's no need for that—you already look good in your clothes."

She looked up at him.

Those peach blossom eyes were filled with laughter.

That smile was bright, as bright as the starlight on a summer night.

"Once Master recovers, Zhizhi will definitely ask you for payment."

Xie Jinlian responded softly upon hearing this.

"Um."

He lowered his eyes.

But what I was thinking was...

In a little while, it will be time for Wen Song and A Yan to practice together.

He's already resorted to any means necessary to climb up to Zhizhi's level.

The others are still alive.

But the society has been dead for a while.

"Master, you have a nice figure, and also..."

Tang Xixue suddenly spoke, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Xie Jinlian stiffened slightly.

"Zhizhi...stop teasing your teacher."

He sighed helplessly.

The sigh was very soft and shallow.

But it carried a hint of doting affection.

Somewhat willingly.

Meanwhile, in the next dormitory room, Yun Boyan was nervous and uneasy, his heart pounding for a long time, but in the end, it seemed that nothing happened.

"Brother, you wouldn't—no way, would you?"

Shouldn't he let his older brother study that book, "The Cold and Aloof Saint," properly?

His older brother seems to be a blank slate.

His younger brother is really worried sick about him.