Chitose words

Xie Zhao was so groggy that he couldn't hear the sounds from the outside world.

She vaguely felt as if she had turned into a puppet with its strings cut off. She could not control her body at all, and could not even lift a finger.

But there was no peace in her mind for a moment, and she recalled many old things that she had not recalled for a long time.

In her dream, she recalled many experiences of when she first came to Hanyong in the Northern Dynasties.

It's just that the fragments in the dream were intermittent and disorganized, and even the timelines that appeared before and after were chaotic.

It's like a playbook with flowers scattered, and pages are pulled out one by one for the audience to enjoy, but people can't grasp the beginning and end.

Intermittent and chaotic order.

Xie Zhao in the dream was like an ignorant bystander, watching with cold eyes the pages of the storybook that were opened and closed again and again.

From time to time, she saw a snow-capped mountain, a young man who looked like an ordinary scribe, holding his sword on the boulder, looking at the girl in front of him with a kind and gentle tone——

"I wonder why the goddess of Shentai Palace traveled thousands of miles to come to our Fuji City?"

Occasionally, I saw a teenage boy dressed in the costume of a Fujijo disciple. He frowned and asked incredulously -

"Really? Your aunt is actually so cruel? She dislikes the poor and loves the rich, so unkind!"

From time to time, I saw the young city lord who was dressed in a casual manner before seriously nodding to the little girl in front of him and solemnly making a promise——

"When the day comes when His Highness's 'Shanhe Sun-Moon Sword' becomes famous all over the world, Xue is willing to present His Highness Fuji City's century-old wine as a congratulation."

Occasionally, I saw a cardamom girl with her arms folded. She was not afraid of the strong man who was two heads taller than her in front of her. She even whispered something in a low voice as if she didn't deserve a beating -

"What's so hard to guess? Apart from City Lord Xue's senior brother and Deputy City Lord Yu Wenxin, there should be no other possibilities, right? I'm not a fool."

The man opposite her, who had an angry look on his face but could only hold back his words, had a cold face and said three words one by one through gritted teeth!

——"Signs, scenery, words!"

Fu.Scene.Ci?
Who is Fu Jingci?
whose name is this

Why is this name so familiar?
Xie Zhao was confused in his dream, as if he was watching a shadow puppet show where he was drunk and looking at flowers and looking at the moon in the water.

She looked hazily through the curtain, not only the past that she had put aside for a long time, but also the thousands of thoughts that had completely collapsed on her.

The images in the dream were torn apart, and it seemed as if countless people's voices were chattering in her mind, pulling the images in her memory further and further back into the past——

A young, beautiful, and swaying palace concubine looked at a pair of two-year-old children who had just remembered with a half-smile, and the words in her mouth were gentle and charming, but also vaguely filled with inexplicable malice.

"I heard that the prince and the princess are blessed with good luck from heaven, but there is a folk saying that twins are said to have opposite blessings and misfortunes.

I just don’t know which one of the prince and princess siblings is blessed and which one is... Oops, look what the concubine is talking nonsense, why is the little prince crying? "

……

The elderly palace servant looked embarrassed. He even coaxed and begged her, but finally ruthlessly snatched a small rattle from the little girl's hand, which was not as high as the adults' knees.

"Chitose, you are a noble person whom the Imperial Preceptor has calculated with the power of peeping into the sky. You are not an ordinary three-year-old child.

These gadgets were not played by His Majesty Chitose. If His Majesty saw them, how could the old slave still be alive?Just take pity on the slaves. "

……

Sometimes the mourning hall was dark, and a little girl was kneeling in an ancestral hall, with a face full of pain and without saying a word, she knelt down and worshiped the three spiritual tablets in front of her.

An old man who had aged almost overnight, with his snow-white hair on his head, said to the eight-year-old girl sadly:
"Your Highness, the three Generals Xie passed away one after another. The old minister only lost three sons, but our Tianchen border lost three tiger generals!
Nowadays, the situation is critical, not only for the Xie family in Xunyang, but also for the entire Southern Dynasty temples, none of the younger generation of generals are born brave.Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty was already strong, and the world's number one sword sect, the Sword Immortal Tomb, was even more powerful. The border with our country was already in danger.

Although His Highness is still young, this heavy burden... I am afraid that one day it will fall on your shoulders. "

In the mourning hall, the little girl's thin body seemed to be shaken.

No matter how talented she is in martial arts or how precocious she is, she is still only an eight-year-old girl.

It turns out that the life-and-death burden of countless border soldiers and civilians, which was burdened by the three uncles of the "Three Heroes of the Xie Family", suddenly fell on her shoulders, and she would be at a loss.

She seemed to be asking questions, and seemed to be talking to herself:
"Why did the border situation... suddenly deteriorate to this point?"

The old man sighed and said: "Your Highness, the situation between the north and the south is now on the verge of breaking out. The invisible and visible conspiracies that have been plotting against you for more than ten or twenty years are as hard to guard against as a sharp knife on the neck. The people on the border have already been miserable, and the water has been in dire straits for many years!

The Southern Dynasty is in urgent need of a world-famous hero, who can deter the evil intentions in the surrounding areas!Only then can we inspire the hearts of the people in the Southern Dynasties!

——So you can’t retreat, not even a step!Promise Grandpa, you can do it! "

The little girl was silent for a long time in front of the three uncles' memorial tablets. When she spoke again, her tone was firm, but her eyes could not hide the sadness. She said softly:
"Grandfather, I promise you that you will definitely become a great man of the generation, so that Huma from the Northern Dynasty will no longer dare to go south to kill, burn, and plunder at will!
This is not only for the three uncles who sacrificed their lives for the country, for the emperor and his mother in the court, but also for the countless soldiers who have sacrificed their lives to defend the country. Hundreds of thousands of border people live in despair.

——One day, I will end the nightmare of the people on the border of the Southern Dynasties like the dogs and pheasants of the Northerners. "

The kind old man in the memory of the dream smiled, and there was a hint of sadness in his smile.

There seemed to be a moment of unbearable pity for the girl in front of him who was only in her late teens.

"Your Highness, you...can definitely do it! I know that with your talent, you can definitely do it!"

The little girl slowly lowered her head, facing the memorial tablets of countless loyal and righteous people in the ancestral hall and solemnly burying their heads.Her neck was obviously so slender, but her bones were always straight, and she did not dare to let herself reveal a moment of vulnerability and hesitation.

The girl finally said: "This world has been in chaos for too long, and the blood of innocent people... has been spilled enough at Langya Pass.

Shangzhu Kingdom, I will take good care of the thousands of people in the Southern Dynasty.

The Xunyang Xie family's unparalleled character of being loyal to the emperor, the country, and guarding the borders for generations will never be broken in this generation. "

……

What are these pictures?
Xie Zhao's mind, which she had always been proud of, seemed to be gradually becoming confused and unclear.

Fujingci.
景词
Chitose...

Shangzhu Kingdom...

……who is it?
Who are they?
Xie Zhao, who was sleeping, frowned slightly.

No...it seems like...is it her name?
Her name is Fu Jingci?
Is she Fu Jingci?
Xie Zhao's heart suddenly became empty!
It's like stepping on the air, stepping on the air from mid-air!

——The next moment, suddenly!
In the dream, Xie Zhao actually seemed to have lost his footing and fell straight down the cliff, suddenly waking up!
She squinted her eyes slightly and panted lightly, her forehead covered with sweat.

The tips of her fingers couldn't help but tremble, but she didn't have the strength to sit up for a while.

The next moment, a man's voice with a Northern Dynasty accent suddenly sounded faintly not far from her:
"woke up?"

Xie Zhao was slightly startled.

Her slightly unfocused eyes slowly turned to the man who was sitting on the sandalwood Taishi chair next to the bed with a bold and domineering posture. Then she suddenly remembered everything before losing consciousness, and the previously disintegrated consciousness also returned to the cage in an instant. .

Xie Zhaoqiang forced himself to smile, his eyes gradually clearing and he quietly passed over the furnishings and decorations in the room, and then he joked softly without paying much attention:

"Oh, it turns out His Royal Highness is back.

However, why is this 'cell' so different from the previous one? This makes me a little uneasy. "

The luxurious atmosphere in the room, whether it is the materials used in the appliances or the expensive decorations, undoubtedly reflects the extraordinary status of the owner of this bedroom.

There were even gorgeous flowers on the windowsill that would never be seen in the North this season.

Obviously, this is an expensive flower species imported from the southwest by the owner who spent a huge sum of money, and it is a delicate flower that can only grow into a beautiful flower after being carefully maintained by the flower slaves in the greenhouse every day.

Looking from side to side, this doesn't look like a place where prisoners and thieves are imprisoned.

Yu Wenxin smiled softly, but for the moment he was not busy trying to expose her, and just watched her acting with a calm expression.

This man was unconscious for a whole day and night. Such a long time was enough for the "Lone Wolf Sword Immortal" to digest the shock and confusion of seeing the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal" in such an embarrassing situation.

He was a little curious to see how much more outrageous things she could make up.

".'Xie Nuxia'?"

Yu Wenxin raised his lips playfully, and it was unclear whether his tone was teasing or accusing him. He said lightly:

"My lord, do you remember that my father and younger siblings, who have been deceived and fooled by you for many days, called you this way?"

Xie Zhao smiled, feeling more or less uncomfortable.

At this moment, Yu Wenxin was sitting upright and neatly dressed, while she was lying on the bed wearing a Northern Dynasty woman's sleeping clothes.

She is not shy or embarrassed. Xie Zhao has a casual temperament and has never been the kind of person who cares about false etiquette.

What makes her embarrassed is that the two of them are currently sitting and lying down, one tall and one short. The man in front of her occupies the absolute high ground and advantage in terms of "geographical location". He looks down at her with his eyes downcast, giving Xie Zhao a subtle feeling. , the illusion that one is at a disadvantage.

However, maybe this is not an illusion.
With her current martial arts skills, she is truly at a disadvantage when facing Yu Wenxin, a "lone wolf swordsman" in the immortal realm, and she is not embarrassed to admit it.

But you can lose people, but you can't lose the formation.

She looked like she was lying on the floor with her bones broken, but it was too ugly.

Xie Zhao secretly exerted force under his palm, trying to sit up - at least conversations between people should always be conducted while looking at each other in parallel, right?
She exerted a little strength, and then the next moment, she failed as expected.

Can't get up!
Can't you get up at all?

She had a calm expression on her face, but her wrists under her sleeves were shaking like she was suffering from severe hemiplegia. Her heart was turning and twisting, and she felt so uncomfortable!

Save lives!
If you ask her, it would be better to hang her up like before. At least she was condescending at that time and her momentum was not inferior to others.

Somehow, the strange and thoughtful gaze of Yu Wenxin he faced made Xie Zhao feel guilty and unsure.

This was simply more terrifying than when they were in the "Haitian Pavilion" before, with his fierce and cruel expression on his face that he wanted to tear them apart.

Xie Zhao decided to continue pretending to be crazy. Since Yu Wenxin didn't kill her on the spot in "Haitian Pavilion", he still wanted to leave someone alive for questioning.

It seems that as Yu Wenjia said before, he encountered a bottleneck in swordsmanship, so he was somewhat interested in "Hetu Swordsmanship".