Chapter 26: She is the Best (Part 1)

  In the castle of low-pressure air, servants became more cautious in their work, fearing that a small movement would provoke their normally affable master.

  "Master, is the flower tea still drinkable?"

  "Uh-huh."

  Huǒ Língér's half-reclined body didn't move at all, she leaned against the sofa and mechanically brought the cup to her mouth.

  Her hands hadn't stopped moving up and down, but she couldn't taste the flavor of the flower tea at all. At this moment, she only felt that everything in the world was spinning around her, and she was powerless to resist.

  "Master, are you feeling down? It's nothing if the studies aren't going well. My studies weren't good either, I always relied on being one of the last ones, but look at me, I'm still living a great life! I don't feel discouraged at all."

  "Learning this stuff isn't just about working hard, master, you can rest assured, boldly go take the exam, one more point is one more point, one less point is one less point, what's the big deal, we're open and honest."

  "The master is so beautiful, so noble, and so kind. Even if he's not good at studying, he's still an extremely perfect person."

  "Master, don't be angry, getting angry will create wrinkles, and they're hard to get rid of. If you're not careful, Master, you'll look ugly."

  For a moment, the normally shy little servant was not reserved at all. She thought Huo Ling'er was very pitiful and must be comforted thoroughly.

  Huǒ Língér twitched the corner of her mouth, turned her eyes to her, and carefully looked her up and down from head to toe. Seeing that she was not even wearing many accessories made her wonder how her thinking could be so terrifying?

  "I'm not worried about grades."

  Huǒ Líng'er waved her hand.

  "Master, of course I know you're not worried about the results, because I'm not worried either. It's always like that, and I've gotten used to it myself."

  The little servant had a stupidly cute expression, like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. Just as she was about to say something else, Huo Ling'er covered her head and said "Don't say anything more, I'm dizzy."

  "Alas, master, take care of your body, the body is the capital of revolution, without it everything is in vain, don't be too reckless, do you know?"

  "Get out, get out."

  Huǒ Líng'er really wanted to pick up the slippers on the ground and give them to her, she was annoyingly cute.

  "Master, you rest now."

  The little servant boy looked back at Huo Ling'er with a worried expression, taking three steps and then turning his head back, reluctant to leave.

  Huǒ Líng'er covered her eyes, leaned against the sofa with a headache, rubbed her temples for a while before finally feeling sleepy.

  In a daze, she heard some movement at the door, and then a pair of hands were placed on her forehead to gently probe.

  At that time, the gentle fingers brought her a refreshing scent, the scent was clear and elegant, not thick or thin, the pleasant scent seemed to float into Huo Ling's dream, letting her still anxious heart gradually calm down.

  Huǒ Língér's furrowed brow smoothed out, and her fingers subsequently covered her body with a thin layer of gauze. "Shh! Take down all these books, don't disturb her."

  The peaceful night of the flower moon lowers its voice to the lowest point.

  "But, Your Highness, tomorrow is the exam. If Master doesn't get a good score, he will be looked down upon by others."

  The self-willed servant blushed and didn't dare look at the perfect flower moon night that was as beautiful as a heavenly god.

  “She is the best!”

  One sentence on a moonlit night in May blocked all her subsequent words at once.

  A long silence——

  The flower moon night has gone, but I'm still thinking, why is the school's flower temple so different from the one under the moon?