Bancheng Fengyue

five years old? Xuan Yi's eyes widened. He had been in the lower world for four months, and he had only grown to be five years old... unexpectedly growing up so slowly!

She lowered her head and looked carefully at the child who was so frightened that he hid in the corner. He was wearing a pink robe with a lot of jade ornaments and golden locks hanging around his neck. Ling Ling's eyes looked like a little girl—it turned out that Fu Cang looked like this when he was a child. ()

Xuan Yi bent down, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to poke his round face, but the child shrank back vigorously, the expression of fear on his face became heavier, and his skin turned green with fright.

The pickets really couldn't stand it anymore: "Princess, please don't show your face in front of ordinary people at will, let alone God Fu Cang is still young now."

She was stunned: "I didn't show my face?"

The spirit officials didn't believe her, they just said: "The lower realm is in chaos now, please go back if you have nothing to do, the princess, don't stay too long."

Xuan Yi didn't bother to argue with them: "I'm here to make a karma, so you stay away."

She reached out to grab him, but the little Fucang was very flexible, rolling from one end of the bed to the other, hugging the quilt and just hiding. Xuan Yi was so impatient, what was he hiding? Is it possible that this mortal with naked eyes can still see the true god? Impatiently, she shook off her divine power and showed a look in front of him: "It's me! Come here!"

He hid his whole body behind the quilt, only timidly revealing two distinct black and white eyes. ()

Looking at each other, Xuan Yi felt as if something furry was clogging her throat, and the noise of the wind in her ears gradually died down—she was once again stared at by these innocent eyes.

She grabbed the quilt he was holding tightly, and regardless of his fierce resistance, she grabbed this small body in front of her.

"Since the princess can't give God Lord Fu Cang anything, why not end this bad relationship for him? It will also prevent Zhuyin and Huaxu from completely enmity. It is also a good thing for the princess."

Before leaving, Qi Nan's words floated in his ears.

Yes, she can't give him anything, but she covets his company. This is her sin. Qi Nan is right, she is indeed very lonely, she just doesn't want to admit it, so that nothing can hurt her.

Why should you like her? What's so good about her? Even she herself couldn't say anything good, so many protoss hated her, but he wanted to like her, that's why he was so sad.

Is it okay to hate her all the time? Be opponents, enemies, and enemies, so that they can be together for a long, long time.

But those will not be there for a long, long time.

Come on, she takes back her overwhelming loneliness and cuts off this evil relationship.

Xuan Yi opened his arms, hugged the struggling little Fucang into his arms, imitating Shaoyi's appearance at that time, raised his hand to touch his little head twice, and said solemnly: "...I'm sorry."

no respond.

She continued: "I'm sorry."

There was still no response. She frowned and looked down. The child neither showed a light spot nor a relieved expression. Instead, his face was frowning, full of fear and panic. Then he had two bags of tears and burst into tears.

... what was the reaction? Does she look so scary?

Little Fucang's crying alarmed the maids outside, they rushed in, picked him up from the bed, and comforted him softly: "The seventh prince had a nightmare? Don't be afraid, we are all here."

He was crying heartbreakingly, pointing fingers with his little hands, sometimes pointing at Xuan Yi by the bed, and sometimes pointing at the pickets by the window, muttering: "Shadow...ghost! There is a ghost!"

What I said was not only the discoloration of the court ladies, but even the picket spirit officials were extremely shocked. One of the spirit officials murmured: "I said, why does Fucang Shenjun often look into the yard and always meet his eyes? See us!"

The maids managed to coax the little prince into silence, and two other maids went out to bring hot water for him to wash his face, and whispered all the way: "The seventh prince always talks about shadows, ghosts, shouldn't it happen?" Do you have yin and yang eyes? It sounds scary. () Are there ghosts in our palace? "

There are no ghosts, but a group of worried gods.

Seeing that the sky was bright, the Seventh Prince was taken to the study to learn to write and read after changing clothes and having a meal. The picket spirit officers stood guard outside the hall and looked at each other. The chief spirit officer frowned and said, "Maybe it's because of his young age. I heard that some mortal children The eyes are pure, and you can see gods and ghosts that ordinary people can't see. Listening to God Fucang, it seems that we are all shadows, which is more likely. From today onwards, we will guard in the dark, and we must not appear in front of him at will. As for the princess... Well…"

He didn't know what to do with this princess of the Zhuyin family, she really came here for business, and there was a letter from Emperor Qing, not to mention they didn't care about the Zhuyin family.

The Chief Spirit Officer coughed dryly, and spoke deliberatively: "Princess, Lord Fu Cang is only five years old now, mortal children are different from gods, they don't remember things and don't understand things, I'm afraid I can't do it now..."

While he was talking, he looked at her, but the princess didn't seem to listen at all, leaning against the window lattice, her eyes were silently staring at the seventh prince who was writing with a pen.

Probably because there was a "ghost" staring at him outside the window, the Seventh Prince's eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry right away with his mouth flattened.

So ugly, crying all the time, coward.

Xuan Yi smiled, and blew lightly into the study room, the cold wind blew up the copybook and messed up the Seventh Prince's soft hair, he was so frightened that he kept shrinking back, holding back bravely. Make yourself cry.

"Princess..." The chief spiritual officer was also helpless for her naughty behavior.

Time passed quickly in the mortal world, and the time for the Seventh Prince to practice calligraphy and study passed in a blink of an eye. He timidly boarded the chariot and returned to his bedroom. Xuan Yi couldn't help chasing after her, and followed from a distance, watching his little head poke out of the chariot cautiously time and time again, and when he saw her, he would shrink back with a pale face. I dare not probe to look.

When he got to the bedroom, he timidly got out of the car again, and when he turned around and saw she was still there, he threw himself into the arms of the nurse beside him in fright, sobbing softly.

Xuan Yi slowly floated in front of him, squatted down and tilted his head to look at him, he was exactly the same, but he was crying too much.

Seeing that he was terribly frightened, she got up and floated into the bedroom, raised her eyes to look around, and when she saw a few half-worn futons on the ground, and a pear wooden table piled up with sundries, the faint whistling wind suddenly came to her ears. It stopped.

It's the same furniture and furnishings, it's him, this crying kid is really him.

Xuan Yi walked over, bent over and sat on the futon.

Everything was silent, and finally those wind noises could not be heard.

She lay down slowly, grabbed a string of jade beads in the pear wood table with her hands, and slowly rubbed them on her fingertips. She and her arrogant loneliness have all quieted down, a quietness that hasn't been seen for a long time.

The pickets quietly came in to check the situation, only to find that the princess of the Zhuyin family had fallen asleep lying on the futon. She was sleeping so deeply that the pace of the maids running back and forth and their chatter and laughter could not disturb her. Wake up, the Seventh Prince entered the bedroom and saw the black figure lying on the ground crying loudly, but it didn't wake her up.

When Xuan Yi woke up, she was facing the dark eyes of the Seventh Prince who was peeping at her. She suddenly turned over and sat up, scaring him so much that he ran to the bed crawling and crying, and crawled into the quilt without dying. come out.

She couldn't help but laugh~www.readwn.com~ and said lazily, "Coward."

She was refreshed, she hadn't slept so soundly in a long time. Xuan Yi yawned and floated out of the moon window, taking out Qingdi's letter and re-reading it word by word. Sure enough, what he said was that he would come to make a marriage for Fu Cang after fourteen months. .

She turned around and was about to leave, but the chief spiritual officer who was hiding in the dark hurriedly called her: "Since the princess came here to make a karma, why don't you just stay? When the God Lord Fucang grows up to be the governor, we can naturally find a suitable time to cut her off." leading edge."

Xuan Yi pondered for a moment, but shook his head: "I'm going back."

Since it is an evil fate, the sooner and more ruthlessly it is better to cut it off, the next time I come back, I will cut off this evil fate and make him clear.

She will not stay, and she will not find anyone to stay. She is cruel to everything in this world, and now it is her turn to be cruel to herself.

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