The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Ling Qingxuan didn't deny it, but the man pushed her away if she didn't notice it.

"Achi, let her go out."

There was a little panic in his voice.

"Yes!" Achi rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Ling Qingxuan aggressively.

Ling Qingxuan held down Ming Che's lifeline, Achi's eyes narrowed and he stopped, "Xia Ling, you really..."

"I can cure your hemoptysis." The little girl said this confidently. She looked at the man's dull eyes and said, "It can also cure your eyes."

Ming Che's thin lips parted slightly, frowning, "No need."

"Don't you want to see it again?"

miss.

When he first lost his blindness, Mingche wanted to regain his light every moment.

But the answers of one or two doctors, or even more famous doctors, are all hopeless.

Simply, he gave up on it.

"I'm not asking for your opinion." The little girl's voice as pale as water sounded in his ears, and Ming Che lost consciousness with a pain in the back of his neck.

"What did you do to the young master!" Ah Chi stepped forward, without concealing her efforts, the little girl's eyes were cold, "You don't want him to regain his sight?"

Seeing that she didn't look unexpectedly, A Chi also understood that she had already discovered that she knew kung fu.

The little attendant gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I think so! Young master, he shouldn't be like this, but all the doctors said that there is no way to save him."

"There is help." Ling Qingxuan put Ming Che down and took out the silver needle and medicinal pill in her own space.

[Host, I can only cover the past with part of my energy, as soon as possible. 】

Um.

Achi still refused to believe Ling Qingxuan, the spirit sword came out, and Achi fainted on the ground.

As soon as the door closed, both the master and the servant fainted, but they were treated differently.

...

Clear walks in the chaotic darkness.

He heard the sound of his footsteps in the open space.

He stopped, as if he heard someone say...you are the light.

You are my light.

His eyes were sore and slightly painful, and he tried to open them.

After that, he finally opened it, but it was still dark in front of him.

He raised his hand and touched the void, but there was nothing.

His light is not there.

Who is his light?

"Master! Master!" A Chi's voice hovered in the sky.

Ming Che closed his eyes and opened them again, he could feel that he had escaped from the dream and was lying in his room.

Ming Che half sat up and asked, "Where's Xia Ling?"

"I-I don't know, she made me dizzy too, young master, is there any discomfort?"

Ah Chi stared at Ming Che in a panic.

The man coughed twice, then suddenly froze, covering his heart and throat.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

There was no blood in the throat.

Just a normal cough.

"I..." Ming Che was full of doubts, "I'm fine."

Achi said angrily, "It's fine, I'll go and bring Xia Ling back!"

Before Mingche could make a sound, Achi flew out of the room and arrived at Ling Qingxuan's room first.

The little girl was drinking tea, reading Braille in her hand.

"Xia Ling, what did you do to the young master?" Achi pulled out the knife hidden in his sleeve and stared at Ling Qingxuan alertly.

"Healing."

This kid is a little noisy.

If it wasn't for Zhongren, Ling Qingxuan would not have kept him until now.

"Just to heal?"

"Um."

What else was Achi going to ask, there was a knock on Ling Qingxuan's door, and a loud male voice sounded outside, "Xia Ling."

"Come in."

Achi's face was full of surprise, but he quickly opened the door for Ming Che and blocked Ming Che, "Master, why are you here?"

The man's face was pale, but he was not as pale as before. He pursed his lips slightly and said with confirmation, "She cured my hemoptysis."

"...Really?" A Chi couldn't close his mouth for a long time. He looked back and forth at Ling Qingxuan and Ming Che, thinking about the scene he had seen before, and said humbly, "Xia Ling, you pressed the young master before, could it be possible? Is it really healing?"

Of course it wasn't to cure the disease, it was obvious that he wanted to do something else, but when someone bumped into him, he had to find a reason.

The little girl nodded solemnly, very profoundly, "Yes."

"Ah!" A Chi screamed, "That's great! Young Master, Young Master, you can still be saved, please put more pressure on Xia Ling!"

Ming Che heard the sound and wanted to throw Achi out, "Shut up."

Achi said frustratedly: "...Oh."

"go out."

After hesitating, Ah Chi went out.

Mingche stood there and said coldly, "Why save me?"

All her behaviors revealed oddities, and Mingche still hadn't figured out her intentions.

The little girl walked towards him at this time, and squeezed his face when he wanted to step back, "I want to save my husband, what reason do you need?"

Ming Qing paused slightly, but the touch on his face was still there.

It was the heart that beat even louder.

He must have waited for hope to be so excited.

Ling Qingxuan's words lingered playfully in his ears, even if he couldn't see it, he still didn't start, "My eyes..."

"It will take some time." Ling Qingxuan took his hand, "So you have to cooperate actively."

Mingche wanted to pull his hand away, but hesitated again.

The man was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "...Okay."

...

After that day, everyone discovered that the second young master was really different from the maid Xia Ling.

Although the two are about to get married, they are always in a relationship between upper and lower levels. Whatever happens, there must be a class distinction.

But the second young master obviously placed Xia Ling in a very different position.

The old lady was as happy as a flower when she learned that Mingche's hemoptysis was cured, and she said that Xia Ling was blessed with good luck, and she was successful.

On this day, she called the two over for dinner again.

Ling Qingxuan changed the support directly to holding hands, Mingche ate less during the meal, Ling Qingxuan took another bite, and Mingche took one more bite.

The old lady has never seen Ming Che so well-behaved since he grew up.

She pulled the little girl and whispered: "The things that grandma gave you, are they really useful? Is it enough? Do you want me to find someone else to prepare them?"

During this time, the old lady did send a lot of things, but Ling Qingxuan was all piled up in the corner.

Ming Che has good ears and can hear the old lady's words, "Grandma, what did you give me?"

Anyway, there is no one else here, so the old lady just said, "The thing in the boudoir, you see, aren't you very affectionate now?"

'Snapped'

The clear chopsticks fell on the table.

"grandmother!"

The old lady just thought he was shy, and pulled Ling Qingxuan to say more.

After returning, Aya Qingxuan let go of his hand, and Mingche pulled it back again.

"Um?"

The man tilted his head, his ears were obviously rosy, "Throw away what grandma gave you."

How old is Xia Ling, how could grandma always teach her this kind of thing.

"The old man's mind, what do you want to throw away." It's enough to put it on the ashes, it's mainly an attitude of accepting it.

Mingche stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

Ling Qingxuan didn't know what he was angry about, but she honestly went to the corner and put those big and small boxes into Ming Che's arms.

Ming Che's raised hand paused for a moment, there are actually so many...

He said angrily, "I won't accept it in the future."

"Oh……"

After this incident, Ling Qingxuan really stopped accepting the things sent by the maids. She asked the maids to send them directly to Ming Che.

What a wit!