Chitose words

Chapter 69
Perhaps because of attending the Qiuyue Banquet held by Fu Jinglin, and seeing Cheng Hui's back at the entrance far away, Xie Zhao unexpectedly dreamed of the past after a long absence at night.

Dreaming about an old friend.

She was only about ten years old at that time, and she could calm down a little every day except for practicing sword and kung fu, and she couldn't rest at all.

——Although she is used to pretending and bluffing people outside, most people who know her well will have a headache for her restless temperament.

Fu Jingci drew back his sword and held it with a gorgeous sword flower. Then he picked his ears in an inconspicuous manner and floated down from the eaves of the palace.

"Pfft, what? You said Nanxu brought a child back?"

At that time, the road wound was just full, and although he knew it was of little use, he still had a headache and sighed helplessly, and then reminded, "Your Highness, pay attention to the wind."

Fu Jingci smiled and replied nonchalantly, "What are you afraid of? This is the Zhaohua Hall of the Shentai Palace, and there are no outsiders. How can a little bird look like a frightened bird?"

She owes her hands and mouth, and likes to call people around her by nicknames, so much so that the nickname "little bird" has almost accompanied Lushangque throughout her teenage years.

He looked at her helplessly, "Princess."

The little goddess of Shentai Palace, who was only ten years old, jumped forward, grabbed Lu Shangque's arm, and asked anxiously with a wink.

"Oh, don't change the subject! You just said that Nanxu brought back a son?"

Road-Scarred Bird: "."

He looked at the little princess in front of him quite speechlessly.

"Your Highness, please be careful. When did your subordinates say this? Your Majesty said that the high priest rescued a child with excellent bones."

When Fu Jingci heard the word "High Priest", his laughing expression slightly subsided.

She lowered her eyebrows and said nothing.

Lu Shangque felt a pain in her heart, knowing that she must be thinking of others, missing her teacher who had just passed away, so she murmured: "Your Highness, Shangque said the wrong thing, don't be sad."

Fu Jingci was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and smiled brightly, his beautiful little face could already vaguely see the peerless splendor of the future.

"Actually, you are not wrong. Nanxu is indeed the high priest. Although Master passed away at the beginning of the year and ascended to immortality, he said that no matter where he is in the future, he will turn into stardust and accompany us day and night. "

It's just that in the three thousand worlds of the world of mortals, she no longer has a master.

Her maternal grandfather Tianchen Shangzhuguo and imperial master Xie Lin have passed away many years ago, and several uncles who fought desperately for the border war have all died one after another.

Apart from her mother, the Xie family now only has a bloodline left by a young uncle who does not know martial arts.

But the chief governor Bo Mengxian and the noble concubine Bai's family have become more and more powerful in the palace year by year. The few princes and daughters of the Bai family are domineering and arrogant.

In the past two years, Empress Xie's body has also become weaker and weaker.

Although the young Princess Tianchen had a smile on her face, there was a trace of loneliness in her eyes.

She is called the hope of Tianchen Zhongxing by the world, but she can't do anything now that she is young.
She's so useless, she thought sadly.

Lushangque frowned, "Your Highness——"

"—Okay!"

Fu Jingci suddenly raised his head lively and interrupted the comforting words that Lu Shangque was about to utter.

"Let's not talk about this, by the way, what about the child? Let's go! Let's take a look too! It must be extraordinary to bring back a cold-faced and cold-hearted person like Nanxu."

Lu Shangque had no choice but to accompany her to fly over to the Qingxu Hall with his Qinggong sword, and in the distance, he saw a child holding a god-respecting incense burner, kneeling respectfully outside the gate of Qingxu Hall.

When Fu Jingci fell to the ground, she was taken aback, her little brows were tightly frowned, and she looked curiously at the child kneeling outside the Qingxu Hall.

"Little devil, you... are the child that that guy from Nanxu picked up, no, brought back?"

Elegant golden epiphyllum was embroidered on the hem of the girlish concubine-colored skirt, which seemed to glow in the sun.

The child only felt that the girl in front of him was as dazzling as a sun.

Is she a god? A fairy?
The child had never seen such a noble and beautiful person in his life. He lowered his head fearfully and hurriedly, his little head almost buried in his chest, and he did not even dare to raise his head to look at her again.

It seems that just looking at it one more time is blasphemy.

"Hey, why don't you talk?"

Fu Jingci frowned and saw that the child kept lowering his head and refused to speak, so he looked back at Lu Shangque in confusion.

"Little bird, it's rare for Nanxu to do a good deed and actually pick up a little mute." When the child heard this sentence, he suddenly felt a little courage and muttered to justify himself:

"I, I'm not mute, I can speak."

Fu Jingci let out a "huh", turned his head with burning eyes, then walked up to him with a smile, lifted his skirt and knelt down to look at him.

"So he's not mute. How old are you, kid?"

The child paused suspiciously for a moment, seemingly unsure of his own age.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "...seven years old? Eight years old?"

He had been living in a haze for the past six months, running around looking for a living, almost losing time.

"fart!"

The girl raised her chin and spoke indecently, but she smiled with crooked eyebrows and no trace of malice.

"You look so young, how could you be seven or eight years old? You're lying, right?"

The child became anxious and quickly knelt straighter, "No, no! I never lie to others."

Lu Shangque said helplessly, "Princess."

This cunning Highness is teasing children again.

Hearing this, Fu Jingci stood up again in doubt, and raised his hand to compare the height difference between the two.

"Hey, look, I'm ten years old this year, and I'm so—much taller than you!"

When she said "then", she made a big circle in an exaggerated way.

"—So, how can you be seven or eight years old? I see you at most five years old! No more."

The child shook his head again and again, "No, no, I'm really seven or eight years old, not five years old, I just look good"

Speaking of this, the child bowed his head a little aggrieved, "I'm just a little short."

Fu Jingci looked at the child's skinny body, frowning tightly, "Really? Why are you so thin? Don't you eat?"

The child was a little embarrassed and tugged on the hem of his worn-out shirt, "No, no, no, no food."

"No food?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then her expression straightened out in the next moment, and her whole demeanor suddenly changed.

If the children at that time had read books, they would know that feeling, which is a natural and innate awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty of the superior.

She turned to look at Lu Shangque and said sternly: "Could this child be a refugee? Has there been any natural or man-made disaster somewhere in Tianchen recently? Why didn't anyone tell me? Could it be that the 'Maintenance Department' dares to sit down and have a vegetarian meal?"

Lu Shangque hesitated for a moment, and finally explained honestly: "Your Highness, when you broke through to the Mahayana realm a few days ago, you happened to hear that the soul of the old priest returned to the sea of ​​​​stars, so your inner breath has not been smooth.

Therefore, the High Priest of Nanxu personally issued the oracle, that any personnel affairs in Zhaoge City and the court during this year were not allowed to enter the Shentai Palace, and his subordinates did not know about it. "

Fu Jingci was a little anxious when he heard it.

"What? Nanxu doesn't allow the imperial city to send messages to me? It's nonsense. I am Princess Tianchen. I am the inheritor of Luoshu's mantra and Sanskrit music. How can I isolate myself from the world and only care about my own cultivation? I am willing to build it, and I am obliged to be responsible for it to the end. Besides, my mother has been in poor health in recent years, if any news about the imperial city is lost because of this—”

"If there is anything wrong with the Queen, it will be her fate. You have been cultivating in the Shentai Palace for many years. You should understand that life and death are destiny, and death is not the end of life."

A clear and cold youthful voice suddenly sounded behind them, interrupting Fu Jing's unfinished words.

"You fart!"

Fu Jingci suddenly turned around, staring at the 16-year-old boy who was already much taller than her with his graceful and clear eyes.

She playfully stretched out a finger and pointed unceremoniously at the supreme young priest of the Shentai Palace.

"My queen mother will enjoy eternal blessings and endless blessings. What the hell are you talking about?"

The girl said angrily, "Also, you are also a priest after all. Do you know what it means to avoid suspicion? You are talking nonsense like this. You should have some moral integrity, just in case."

She was so angry that she couldn't continue, what if it came true? !

(End of this chapter)