"Wow~Whew~" The small waves beat against the dock of Yuhang with the breeze. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yuhang is a small town on the east coast, it looks a little poor but it is developing, the stone houses are mostly new, the artisans and traders are still doing a good business, the farmers are busy with the work of the fields, both people and livestock, they seem healthy and energetic, but there are still some fields that are deserted, some of the walls around the town need to be repaired, and the simple port by the sea is often visited by people from other places to try their luck.

Looking out over the horizon to the east from the port, if the weather is good, you can see a small island, which the people of Yuhang will call "Xianling Island" with a strange pride when they talk about it.

Peach blossoms, cherry blossoms, plum blossoms, although the season is in late autumn, the island is still a colorful scene, dotted with clear ponds, countless flowers and trees with completely different blooming periods, as if there is an unknown reason to isolate the entire island from the outside world.

In this sea of flowers and trees, there is a blue palace, the whole building seems to be built with pure pieces of jade, although the momentum is not magnificent enough, but from the equivalent of more than a dozen ordinary houses in terms of the scale of the area is also considered to be atmospheric, the lintel of the main entrance hangs a plaque, there are three juanxiu handwriting: "Water Moon Palace".

The interior of the Water Moon Palace is not complicated, but because of the problem of reflective building materials, it is not easy to distinguish the purpose of each room. In a large room that looked like a utility room at the back of the palace, several maids dressed in Miao costumes were cleaning and tidying up under the command of an old lady in the same attire.

……

"Why hasn't Daddy come back yet......"

In the palace, in a room that could be seen as a dining room by the dining table and other furnishings, a girl of about seven or eight years old was muttering to a few delicate side dishes on the table, and her voice sounded energetic:

"Should you be dragged by the two Aunt Lan again? I really don't understand why he's so popular, he's just a bearded uncle. ”

The little girl had strange long red hair, her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, except for the soft bangs on her forehead, the rest of the hair was tied into two hair rings at the back of her head, which shook slightly with the shaking of her head, and contrasted with the small white trumpet palace dress with blue velvet on her body.

From time to time, her round black eyes looked in the direction of the doorway, and as if she was a little angry, she pouted and her cheeks bulged slightly.

"Whew-whew."

"It's Daddy!"

There was a sound outside, as if the wind was blowing through the treetops and breaking branches, and the girl ran to the door with joy.

"I'm sorry I came back a little late, do you remember if you're good?"

With a clear, steady and somewhat cynical baritone, a man appeared in the doorway, wearing a half-new, half-vulgar, strangely styled green cloth robe, with a huge purple ornate sword box behind his back, and the occasional flash of cold light inside.

Although this person has a very ruinous beard, his face is still angular and heroic, and it is conceivable that he must have been a beautiful young man when he was young.

"Come back so late, did you come back with a gift, Daddy?"

The little girl named Yiru looked happy and leaned over.

Her father also smiled at his daughter:

"What does Xiao Ru'er want?"

As he spoke, the man turned around, only to see that he was holding a large object wrapped in a cloak.

"Really?"

Yiru's attention shifted to the things that were in the crook of Daddy's arm,

"Is it the Celestial Ribbon? Skylight Sarai? Or is it the Celestial Maiden Sword? ”

"It's hard to find these things......"

The man shook his head, then looked back at the sword box on his back in a daze:

"Why haven't I heard of the last sword?"

"Hey—"

The little girl did not answer, but stretched out her hand and grabbed one end of the cloak, and with a slight force, the simple cloak slid down.

"Huh?"

Underneath the cloak was a girl who looked about her own age, with her eyes closed and her face pale, with two thin braids hanging from the back of her head, and her trumpet night clothes were in tatters, as if she had been slashed by countless sword qi.

"What is this!!"

Seeing her father's "isn't it weird" expression, the very dissatisfied daughter finally cried out.

……

The next morning,

Yiru had placed the girl her father had brought back on her boudoir bed, which was only a few more flowers than her guest room, and had changed her tattered night clothes and bandaged her wounds, but the girl had been unconscious during this time.

"Really, the healing spell doesn't work at all, it's as if it's completely cut off."

She raised her hand again and tried an incomplete healing spell, and the pale golden filamentous light sank into the unconscious girl's body, and she waited for a moment, completely unresponsive.

Shaking his head, he sat on the edge of the bed as if he had given up:

"It's also possible that I'm not proficient yet, so ......"

"Knock knock."

There was a knock at the door,

"Yiru, can I come in?"

That daddy's voice,

"yes, okay."

After covering the girl with the quilt, she turned her head to look at her father who opened the door and walked in:

"What's wrong with her? Who was wounded? ”

"Me." The irresponsible dad answered,

"You!" Yiru grabbed the brush to sweep the bed.

The man who answered casually saw that his daughter was about to lose his temper, so he quickly shook his hand and tried to explain:

"Wait a minute, she attacked me first, and I didn't feel her presence, I thought it was a master, so I fought back with all my might, and when I found out that something was wrong, I couldn't take it back......"

"If you can't put it away freely, what kind of head should you be...... Not? ”

Yiru looked at the girl on the bed and said casually, and suddenly turned back to stare at her father as if she had found something:

"How can I see her so similar to me? It can't be my long-lost sister, right? Am I still having a mother somewhere? ”

"Hey......"

I don't know where the head of the house is holding his forehead:

"In the future, I will take you to Yuhang to play, and I must not let you read legendary novels in the bookstore."

"I know,"

Yi Ru pretended to be old and nodded:

"I won't tell Mother Lin about this, but I will tell my aunt."

"I've said it's not like that—"

Poor daddy is going to sigh:

"And wouldn't it be faster to tell my aunt that I would die......"

……

"Hmmm......"

The girl who was originally in a coma woke up at some point, opened her eyes, and looked at Yiru's father with black pearl-like eyes:

"It's ...... Where? ”

"My family,"

The man's attitude changed from cautious and rapid in the face of his daughter to a lightweight as the head of a faction, and even the feeling of those two mustaches changed from funny to old:

"You yourself said 'your skills are not as good as others, let them be disposed of', so I rescued you back."

Yiru muttered "You bully girls" and kicked him in the shin, but the big boss didn't react at all.

"You're ......"

The girl's voice seemed to be surprised, a little hoarse, but still clear and quiet:

"Isn't the normal reaction to be to leave me or cut the grass to the roots?"

"I shouldn't be a normal person, and as the head of Shushan, if I want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, I'm afraid I have to destroy all the monsters in the world,"

The man smiled and continued:

"You can leave at any time, and if you really don't have a place to go, you can stay with my daughter."

"What did you say?"

The girl's voice raised a lot, and her body sat up with excitement:

"Li Xiaoyao! Do you know—"

"Bump!"

Yiru, who had been listening, suddenly took out a white silk bamboo umbrella from the mezzanine under the bed and knocked the girl down on the bed:

"You're sick now! Get a good rest! ”

"Uh,"

The voice was quite loud, but judging by the reaction of the girl in black, it seemed that she had just discovered the existence of Yiru:

"Who are you?"

"My daughter~ what I just said,"

The man known as Li Xiaoyao scratched his head and made a silly smile:

"Cute, huh?"

"My name is Li Yiru~ What about you?"

Yiru interjected, then leaned over to the girl, staring at her with big eyes without blinking.

"It's really a father and daughter......"

The girl didn't seem to be willing to answer, she dodged her and turned over and just wanted to get out of bed, "bumping" twice and was hit back by Li Yiru with an umbrella again, the quality of this umbrella looks quite good.

"Don't move! You need to rest, or the wound will crack open! ”

The red-haired girl held an umbrella high and threatened the black-haired girl, so it seemed that the two were indeed seven or eight points alike.

"I think you'll crack it before that......"

The threatened girl rolled her eyes,

"You~say~what~?~?"

Yiru turned the silk umbrella, tilted his head towards the little sick man on the bed, and smiled.

"I didn't say anything......"

The injured girl then lay down obediently.

"No matter what you plan to do in the future, wait until you recover from your injuries,"

Li Xiaoyao saw that there was nothing to do with himself, and said as he exited the room:

"Xiao Yi still needs friends of the same age."

"I'm not going to be friends with her! Take her away! ”

Before closing the door, it seemed that the wounded girl was seen sitting up again.

"Don't get up!"

"Bump!"

Again beaten and lay down.

"The wound will open open!"

"Don't worry, I have very little strength."

This is not convincing at all.

"Li Xiaoyao, you're back!"

"Bumper!"

"It hurts."

"Then you are old, real, don't, move."

"Woo......"

"Well, my sister will give you candy."

“……”

After listening to the interaction between the two little girls behind the door for a while, Li Xiaoyao nodded:

"Well, we're getting along pretty fast."

Then shrugged his shoulders and left.

"By the way, by the way, you haven't said your name yet, tell your sister about it?"

"I ...... No name......

"Mei Mingzhi? Good name. ”

"That's not right!"

"Oh, it's high tide today, so you'll be called Xiaoxi."

“……”

"And then there'......"

The little wounded man doesn't look like he's going to be able to rest well for the time being.