Perhaps because he attended the Qiuyue Banquet hosted by Fu Jinglin and saw the back of Cheng Hui at the entrance, Xie Zhao actually dreamed about the past after a long absence at night.
Dreaming about an old friend.
She was only about ten years old at that time, and except for practicing sword and martial arts, which allowed her to calm down a little bit, she couldn't rest at all.
——Although she is good at pretending outside and can bluff people, most people who are familiar with her will be very troubled by her restless temperament.
Fu Jingci drew back his sword and held it in 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, Lu Shangque had just turned eighteen. Although he knew it was of little use, he still had a headache and sighed helplessly, and then reminded, "Your Highness... pay attention to your manners."
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 has short hands and a short mouth, and she likes to call people around her by nicknames, so that the nickname "Little Bird" has been with Lushangque almost 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! Did you just say that Nanxu picked up a son?"
Lushangque: "..."
He looked at the little princess in front of him quite speechlessly.
"Your Highness, be careful... When did you say this? Your Majesty said that the high priest rescued a child with excellent bones."
When Fu Jingci heard the words "high priest", his playful expression subsided slightly.
She frowned and said nothing.
Lu Shangque felt a pain in his heart. He knew that she must have missed the person's name and missed the teacher who had just passed away, so he muttered: "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. On his extremely beautiful little face, he could already vaguely see the unparalleled splendor in the future.
"Actually, you are not wrong. Nanxu is indeed the high priest. Master... although he 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. Accompany and protect us day and night.”
But from now on... in this three thousand world of mortals, she will no longer have 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 younger uncle who is not proficient in martial arts.
However, the governor Bai Mengxian and the concubine Bai Shi became more and more powerful in the palace year by year. The princes and princesses born by Bai Shi were domineering and arrogant, and they often pretended to be arrogant. They often took advantage of her absence in Zhaoge to be rude to their mother and younger brother.
In the past two years, Queen Xie's body has become increasingly weak.
Although the young Princess Tianchen had a smile on her face, there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.
She is called the hope of Tianchen Zhongxing by the world, but now she is young and can't do anything...
She's so useless, she thought sadly.
Lushangque frowned, "Your Highness——"
"—Okay!"
Fu Jingci suddenly raised his head lively, interrupting Lu Shangque's words of comfort that were about to come out.
"Let's not talk about this. By the way, where is the child? Let's go! Let's take a look too! It must be extraordinary to be able to bring a cold-faced and cold-hearted man like Nanxu back with a soft heart."
Lu Shangque had no choice but to accompany her to fly across to the Qingxu Hall with Qinggong and the sword. Sure enough, from a distance, he saw a child holding an incense burner to worship the gods and kneeling respectfully outside the door of the Qingxu Hall.
Fu Jingci was stunned as soon as she landed. Her small brows were furrowed tightly, and she curiously looked at the child kneeling outside the Qingxu Hall.
"Kid, you...are the child that that guy from Nanxu picked up or brought back?"
The girl's fragrant-colored skirt is embroidered with elegant golden epiphyllum, which seems to glow in the sunlight.
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 seemed that just one more glance would be blasphemy.
"Hey, why don't you speak?"
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 something good, and it actually picked up a little mute."
When the child heard this sentence, he suddenly felt a little courage and muttered to clear his name:
"I, I'm not mute, I can speak."
Fu Jingci said "Huh", turned his head with burning eyes, then walked up to him with a smile, held up the hem of his skirt and squatted down to look at him levelly.
"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 and then said, "...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 said something indecent, but she smiled with crooked eyebrows and no trace of malice.
"You are so young, how can you be seven or eight years old? Are you lying?"
The child became anxious and quickly knelt straighter, "No, no! I never lie to others."
Lu Shangque said helplessly, "Princess..."
...This cunning His Highness is teasing children again.
Fu Jingci stood up again in confusion after hearing this, and raised his hand to compare the height difference between the two.
"Now, look, I'm ten years old, and I'm actually 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 think you are at most five years old! No more."
The child shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, I am really seven or eight years old, not five, I just look..."
At this point, the child lowered his head a little aggrievedly, "I'm just...a little short."
Fu Jingci looked at the child's skinny little body and frowned tightly, "Really? Why are you so skinny? Don't you want to eat?"
The child was a little embarrassed and tugged on the hem of his worn-out shirt, "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 was the natural and innate majesty of a superior person.
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 a divine decree that no personnel matters in Zhaoge City and the court during this year were allowed to be reported to the Shentai Palace, and his subordinates did not know about it. "
Fu Jingci suddenly became anxious when he heard it.
"What? Nanxu doesn't allow the Imperial City to send me a message? That's nonsense. I am Princess Tianchen, the inheritor of Luoshu Mantra and the Great and Small Sanskrit Art. How can I isolate myself from the world and only focus on my own cultivation? The 'Support Department' is supposed to be I am willing to build it, and I have the obligation 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 young man's voice suddenly sounded behind them, interrupting Fu Jing's unfinished words.
"You fart!"
Fu Jingci suddenly turned around and stared at the sixteen-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 speak anymore. What if it came true? !
