"Yes, Queen Mother, Sha Shuo knows. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Bing Qingcheng said.

Bing Qingcheng walked out of the queen's bedchamber, and as expected, Bertha followed.

"Sand, I can see that you don't like the queen mother." Bertha said.

"You don't like me either, do you?" Bing Qingcheng said, "My name is Sha Shuo. She paused to look at Bertha.

"My queen mother said she must clean you up." Bertha looked at Bing Qingcheng, who ignored her, and suddenly said, "Tomorrow's teacher is the queen mother's helper, and the father is coming back soon." ”

"What did you say?" Bing Qingcheng went up and tried to grab Bertha, but the other party ran away and grimaced at her from a distance.

"I won't tell you. Nasty guys! Bertha ran away.

Bing Qingcheng felt very scared, but she still couldn't think of anything, so as usual, she sneaked into the kitchen to get something to eat, and then eavesdropped on the gossip of the guards and palace maids along the base of the wall.

In front of the palace there is a pond, surrounded by greenery, and Adelan and a young court maid are not only passive in their work, but also flirtatious. Bing Qingcheng curled up in the gap between the bushes and the palace wall, and the spring breeze sent those meaningless small talk like her ears.

As if there was nothing of value, Bing Qingcheng finished eating the buns he took from the kitchen and planned to go back. On the other side, Ade tentatively wanted to pull the palace maid's hand. I really don't know what's beautiful about the pond, Bing Qingcheng thought to herself, because of the country's financial constraints, there are still no goldfish in the pond now, and all the black fish are used for cooking.

She stood up against the base of the wall, and a gecko was frightened and spun around the wall. It's disgusting! Bing Qingcheng almost didn't scream, she suddenly had an idea, and immediately grabbed the gecko and threw it in the direction of Ade. However, the accuracy was not enough, as if it had fallen on a tree, Bing Qingcheng silently regretted it and went back.

What she didn't know was that on the eaves above her head, a man in gray was quietly lying on the roof, silently nibbling on a bun. In fact, it is normal for a little girl in Bing Qingcheng not to notice it, although no one in the palace knows that above their heads, there is an uninvited guest watching them quietly.

If you insist on finding the reason, it is probably that the masters have gone to the battlefield. King Haibo was notoriously patriarchal, and the princes were personally raised by their side, and they were protected from assassination by other royal families. They didn't care about the women, and they didn't worry about someone assassinating them, anyway, they didn't help in the war, and if they accidentally died, they would set up another queen.

Bing Qingcheng is vaguely hostile to her father, because she heard that her mother died in the assassination of political enemies, but her father is very happy to make Bertha's mother the queen of trust.

The gray-clothed man on the roof finished eating the bun and took out the water bladder to drink. The little palace maid by the pond squirmed and distanced herself from Ade, and suddenly the branch on her head shook, and the little palace maid "Ah! He exclaimed in surprise and hid in Ade's arms tremblingly. Ade gently comforted the little palace maid who took the initiative to give her arms, and kicked a gecko that fell on the ground into the pool.

The man in gray narrowed his calculating eyes, his eyebrows were also gray, and he was an elderly man. He stretched out his hand and straightened the scimitar around his waist, which was his habit, like twisting his beard, and there was always the existence of the "old man" who followed him from birth to death, consciously or unconsciously.

A gust of wind blew, and the man in gray, who had never been noticed, left the place in the same way, with the same wind-like action.

She smiled gently, and her clear childlike voice was a little pleading. Edward was suddenly full of confidence and fighting spirit. It's good to be always there! There is such a lovely student who calls him teacher so well-behaved, and asks him for knowledge in a sweet voice, isn't it just for this day that I became a teacher?

"Of course." Edward stroked Ice Orange's hair.

"I heard that the teacher will go back to teach the children outside in the afternoon, the teacher is really hard!" Bing Qingcheng lowered his head and said.

"No, I'm only happy to see my students study hard." Edward was a little emotional, "It's not hard at all. ”

"Ahh Teacher, I'll go first, don't let the queen wait in a hurry. Good bye. ”

"See you tomorrow."

Bing Qingcheng left the classroom, returned to his room, and went to the kitchen on the way to get today's lunch. A bowl of ordinary fish soup, kelp, and a bowl of rice. She was walking down the path of the palace, and it was noon, and there was no one around, although no one usually stood on a stake. As she walked, she suddenly said:

"That person is so annoying, he dares to touch my hair. The queen actually eats with him, damn it! It's certainly not a good thing for a lonely man and a widow to be in the same room! ”

Open the locked room door and put lunch on the table. Compared to when I left, there was an extra snack on the table, and a pitch-black feather.

"Grandpa is back!" Bing Qingcheng was pleasantly surprised, and she brushed the soft black feather and put it in her pocket. I picked up the snack again and looked at it and put it in my mouth, "This time it's a round sandwich biscuit, a pink filling, sweet and sour, what kind of fruit?" ”

In the afternoon, on the high mountain beside the sparkling blue sea, Bing Qingcheng ran up just after lunch. Unlike usual, this time she did not stay halfway up the mountain, but went straight like the top of the mountain. The scenery from the top of the mountain is more beautiful than from the hillside, with a larger view of the sea, more wildflowers, and a colder wind.

Today, there are also people who have built bonfires and roasted fresh fish caught from the sea, and the ashes that have been extinguished are still smoking, and the bones of the fish are thrown beside them. Bing Qingcheng ran up, holding his knees and panting, while searching around, where is Grandpa hiding today?

"Grandpa, where are you!" Ice Orange shouted in a milky voice, looking up at the tall branches. Then she raised her hand, and the water elemental in the air gathered under the call of magic power, forming a water ball under the control of spiritual power, and then further compressed, pressing the loose elements more tightly, with a steel-like hardness.

"Water Polo, Sonic Combo." Ice Blue Orange let out a vigorous scream, and the water balloon in his hand slammed out of the water balloon, hitting the treetops with increasingly dense foliage.

Then the shattered leaves and branches crackled and fell, and Bing Qingcheng hurriedly hugged his little head and hid to the side.

With a hearty laugh, an old man in gray jumped up lightly from a high place. He was in his fifties, with gray hair and beard, a pair of piercing black eyes, a scimitar at his waist, a muscular body, and a standing posture like a languid, but precisely poised tiger, with a fierce aura of murder all over his body. But when he was in front of Bing Qingcheng, the cold aura dissipated, and his eyes narrowed gently, exuding a stern and loving message.

"It's too slow, little girl." The old man in gray, the grandfather in Bing Qingcheng's mouth laughed and said, "Although it is already very good, but the compression and forming time is too long, if it is so slow, others will knock you down early." ”

"Hmph." Bing Qingcheng pouted a little unhappily and twisted his head to the side.

"But it's a lot better than the last time I left, you've never been lazy, and you practice every day?" Grandpa stretched out his hand and messed up Bing Qingcheng's already unkempt curls.

"Uh-huh." Bing Qingcheng hid to the side dissatisfied, rearranged his hair, and said angrily: "Grandpa, you are not allowed to touch my hair, not at all." And ah! She proudly reported in a tone of invitation, "After you left, for such a long time, I got up every morning, ran on the beach in the morning, practiced water magic, and read books and studied in the afternoon. But today the queen invited us to a very young-looking big brother to class, and we can only go to class every day in the morning. ”

"Sha Shuo is really trying! So I brought you a lot of gifts. Grandpa took out the space bag.

"Is it a cookie? I've already eaten it, what kind of fruit does that taste like? ”

"Strawberries." Grandpa took out a small box.

"That's what strawberries taste like! The book is a kind of southern fruit, grandfather, have you seen what it looks like? ”

"A very low cluster of red fruits, heart-shaped with small sesame dots on them." As he spoke, my grandfather opened the box, and there were red and bright fruits among the verdant green leaves.

"Strawberries?"

"It's for you."

Bing Qingcheng hurriedly picked one up, looked at it carefully, and carefully put it in his mouth.

"Is it delicious?"

Bing Qingcheng nodded repeatedly, "It's delicious." She picked up another one and held it high, "Grandpa eats one too." ”

"No, I'm not used to eating, you can eat."

"It's a pity, it's delicious." Bing Qingcheng said regretfully, and suddenly thought of something, "Grandpa, didn't you say that strawberries only ripen in summer?" It's spring now, isn't it already summer in the south? ”

The two were working together on the lawn, Bing Qingcheng was holding a box of red and bright strawberries, and her grandfather looked at her lovingly, talking about what he had seen and heard in the south.

"In the south, there are many countries formed by alliances of chambers of commerce, called alliance states. People there use a lot of transparent glass technology, and I heard that strawberries are grown in a sunshine made of glass. You will be able to eat it in the spring. ”

"Did Grandpa see the sunshine?"

"Nope."

"Then I'm going to write it down in my adventure notes, and I'm going to go to the Southern Confederate country in the future to see the sunshine." Bing Qingcheng said confidently.

"So what's the interesting thing about Sha Shuo lately? Isn't it a new teacher? What do you think of him? ”

"It's okay, the person is very good-looking, white, thin, and has a nice voice. But what I'm talking about today is what I already know from reading the book, so it's a bit boring. But I made a promise with him to teach me ligatures tomorrow, and his name was Edward Reynaud, and he wrote beautifully. ”

"Maybe it's the first day, right?" Grandpa said, "What the teacher says is what a child of your age should know, and you should listen carefully in class." ”

"I see." Bing Qingcheng said impatiently: "I will be the first, you don't have to worry about me skipping class." ”

"I haven't finished yet, I also brought you a gift, and in the future, you will study in the morning and train in the afternoon."

As he spoke, my grandfather took out a light one-handed straight-edged sword from the space ring. Ice Orange took it, and with a heavy hand, the sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the cold watery blade illuminated her face, a pure color that was mesmerizing. Under the blowing of the wind, the thin and sharp blade of the sword sliced through the air, making a thin sound of breaking the wind, as if whispering softly.

"Are you interested in practicing swordsmanship?" Grandpa looked at the ice green orange with a look of surprise.

"Of course I do." Bing Qingcheng said in a deep voice that was afraid of destroying the sound of cutting the wind, "I've been waiting for a day, and it's great that my grandfather is willing to teach me swordsmanship." As she spoke, the mirror-like body of the sword reflected the scene behind her, and beside the roots of a tree that had burst out on the ground, a budding bud spat out a hint of red.

Over the next few days, Bing Qingcheng listened to Edward lecture on liberal arts in the morning and martial arts in the afternoon.

The first is hand-to-hand physical arts, which are said to be the basis of all individual combat. Physique, speed, strength, agility, skill, insight, judgment. Practicing swordsmanship and fighting spirit is not limited to the use of sword weapons, and the battle of the Magus is not about standing still and using elements to smash each other. This is a killing technique that uses tools to counter the opponent's quality and heart with its own conditions.

However, Bing Qingcheng's favorite thing is firearms, and she is very interested. However, my grandfather said that simply practicing marksmanship will become a shortcoming in other aspects, and it is still a period of average development. He also gave Bing Qingcheng an analogy, assuming that there is a wooden barrel with planks of different lengths, corresponding to physical strength, speed, strength, hearing, reaction countermeasures, and firearms. If only one of the boards is lengthened, then the amount of water in this barrel will depend on the shortcomings.

Bing Qingcheng said that what her grandfather said was what she said, but in fact, she was curious about the principle of gunpowder. If it comes to medium- and long-range countermeasures, she has developed water-elemental bullets, which can replace lead bullets to a certain extent.

According to his grandfather's idea, in the future, after Bing Qingcheng's training level has reached a certain level, he will take Bing Qingcheng to other places for actual combat and survival in the wild.

Bing Qingcheng didn't have any ideas, because she didn't understand what it meant to survive in the wild. It's just the beginning, and she hasn't left the capital of the Haibo Kingdom yet, and her plans to go to other countries seem to be many years away.

I talked a lot to my grandfather in the past few days, and then my grandfather suddenly said that he had something to do. Then the queen was about to give birth, and Bertha's attitude towards her became more and more arrogant day by day, and seemed to affirm her mother, the queen would definitely be able to give birth to a prince and get more favor from the emperor.

This afternoon, Bing Qingcheng carried the sword that her grandfather gave her, and she named her Fengyu, and climbed to the top of the mountain at one time.

Today she was not very happy, because she heard Bertha and the minister's daughter whispering behind her back. Bertha said that the queen had a way, and she would definitely be able to drive Bing Qingcheng out of the palace, and asked the emperor to abolish him, so that she would have no place to live in the future, and the Finance Mansion would not give her an offering.