"It's a pity, it's delicious. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Bing Qingcheng regretted, 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.

Bing Qingcheng was not afraid to leave the palace, but she hadn't finished reading the book in the secret room. And she was a little worried, if she really left the palace, probably her grandfather would think it would be very troublesome to take her.

She suddenly remembered that she hadn't asked her grandfather what he was doing, and she usually said where she had gone if something happened. Why is it her grandfather, but she never sees anyone else in the palace?

That flower should be blooming. It was the flower that grew next to the root of the tree that showed a red flower, and Bing Qingcheng came to see it every day, and she judged that it was a large flower that bloomed very slowly, and it did not change at all for several days.

She was afraid that the flower would not develop, but her instinct was that it must look very good when it was in full bloom. Ice Orange climbed to the top of the hill and stopped, and the flower bloomed from the flower bone in full bloom in one day.

The red petals, with a golden vertical pupil in the center and a black pupil, proudly look up at the world above their heads. It is said that when it is in full bloom, it is dug up by the roots, washed with water, dried, and ground into powder, which is the invisible poisonous powder that causes people to die.

Bing Qingcheng had a complicated hesitation in her heart, she didn't look at this beautiful and rare flower much, and immediately turned around, as if something was chasing after her, and ran down the mountain in one breath.

Running all the way to the beach, Bing Qingcheng pulled out the wind and slashed hard at the air. It was her grandfather who asked her to practice swordsmanship, but she used too much force, and her vicious movements quickly became weak.

Ice Orange put away his sword. This is what her grandfather taught her, to always be kind to your weapons, never to throw them on the ground, and not to stick the tip of your sword on the ground in order to be handsome. Take care of them regularly and always keep them sharp.

She lay on the beach and looked at the white seagulls in the sky. They chirp and look laid-back and beautiful, but they are actually desperately fishing, fighting for their own survival.

Ice Blue Orange closed her eyes and wanted to take a nap, but soon she was awakened by the noisy and shrill chirping of the seagulls.

Not far from her head, the seagulls caught a large fish, and several seagulls scrambled with each other to tear the fish apart. Suddenly, a black hawk rushed out of her sight, strangling a white seagull with precision and coldness.

Ice Blue Orange turned over violently, and at that moment, the seagull, which was frightened away by the black eagle, let go of the big fish. The fish fell from the sky and smashed beside the ice blue orange, not yet dead, dying and bouncing on the sand.

A few seagulls swooped down, their sharp claws and beaks tearing the still beating fish to pieces in a few clicks. A delicious fishy smell permeated the tip of the icy orange nose, and raised his head, under the claws of the black eagle, the white seagulls chirped miserably, and pieces of blood-stained feathers drifted down with the wind.

Why do I see such a thing? Bing Qingcheng hesitated, she drew her wind sword and slashed at the seagull that was snatching the fish. The white birds chirped and surrounded her, pecking her with their beaks and claws at her.

The white and soft feathers are scattered, and the water element smoothly gathers in the palm of the hand, compressed into shape. Is it really a stupid bird, and that stupid nature thinks she's better food for Black Hawk? So I didn't know whether I was alive or dead, and with that greedy thought, I thought she was a soft fat fish?

That night, the chef in the palace kitchen spotted Celestia, who was usually strange, cleaning up seagulls. So he cautiously asked, "Princess, what are you doing here?" If I don't have enough for dinner, I'll start preparing it right now. Princess, seagull meat is rough and sour, and it is a difficult food to swallow. ”

"I know." "But I still want to taste it, and I want to know what it tastes like." ”

The next day, Bing Qingcheng went to the classroom to listen to Edward's lecture as usual. But there was some chaos in the palace today, and Bertha didn't come, and the other little girls who accompanied her were also talking to each other.

The queen was screaming. Because this is a very difficult child, he has always been between giving birth and not being born. Even if Bertha and all the ladies in the palace surrounded her, it would not help. The queen still screamed very miserably, which made these little girls have a terrifying idea that giving birth to a child is terrifying.

Bing Qingcheng wrote quietly, her face was a little ugly, not because the queen was calling to die or live, but because of her own reasons. After a good night's sleep, she realized that it was normal for seagulls to eat fish and eagles to eat seagulls, and that seagulls attacked her probably just because they felt that there were no human girls in their world. Besides, the seagull meat is too unpalatable, and the unpalatable makes people can't help but doubt their lives, and it is a waste of life to eat such unpalatable things.

And under the impact of the seagull incident, she went back to the top of the mountain, dug up the snakebite flowers, washed the soil in the stream, and then dried it on the stones next to the stream.

I don't know how it is now, has it been blown away by the wind, hung by birds, eaten by rabbits...... I knew I should have brought it back.

"Bertha-san, do you have something to do?" Edward's inquiring voice broke Bing Orange's musings.

Bertha is dressed very rough today, probably because of her own mother. "Teacher, the queen mother is not feeling well today, please go back first, and go to class another day."

"I see, Princess Bertha. Let's all get out of class today! Did the queen say when classes would resume? ”

"I'll be notified when the time comes." Bertha said, then she looked at Bing Qingcheng and added, "Sand grains, the queen mother is afraid of noise today." ”

"My name is Sha Shuo." Bing Qingcheng interrupted her and said, "Bertha, you won't still know how to read, will you?" I will leave the palace today, and I will never let you and the queen see me. ”

"That's good." Bertha said and left.

The other students left in groups, and Bing Qingcheng sat in his seat and did not move, continuing to flip through the pages in his hand. She looked at the figures of everyone in the distance, looking a little lonely and pitiful.

"Sha Shuo." Edward exclaimed tentatively.

"Teacher, do you have anything wrong?" Bing Qingcheng reacted quickly.

"If it's okay, why don't you come to my private school today?" Edward invited, he couldn't think of where Ice Orange could go after leaving the palace.

To reject him? How about going to see the snake bite flowers on the mountain? It's better to promise the teacher, anyway, it's useless to ask the snake to bite the flowers and leaves, and my grandfather doesn't need it. Bing Qingcheng thought about it and agreed, "Can the teacher take me over?" It's so good that I'd love to go to the teacher's private school. ”

Here, Bing Qingcheng and Edward left the classroom together and walked out of the palace. On the other side, her long-awaited sister is called Windsor if she is a girl according to the ranking of the royal family, so the girl she calls Windsor is struggling. Probably because Windsor is entangled, the queen is so miserable.

Windsor, a time-traveler from Earth. Originally nearly thirty years old, unmarried, but with experience in the object and many years of relationship between men and women, mature in heart and emotional. She is a strong woman who is extremely serious and responsible for her work, with a strong heart, self-confidence, normal IQ, and normal emotional intelligence. At the moment of the tragedy, she still always believed that she was the same as many people on earth, just a senior executive working in a large company, with her own life plan and career pursuit.

A few hours earlier, Windsor, an adult, had boarded the elevator with his work materials. She was the only one in the elevator, and the inner wall of the mirror reflected her figure, and she looked at her young and beautiful figure, and couldn't help but want to go to the handsome guy she met at the party last night. What's his name? There is no arrangement tonight, will he take the initiative to ask me out?

At this moment, without warning, the metal shell elevator box lost its steady and slow binding force, and fell from life to death. With her beautiful, white swan-like fantasy of meditation, on the hard ground, shattered and falling apart.

"So busy, so busy, so busy."

"Work, work, work."

"Reincarnation, reincarnation, reincarnation."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry."

Windsor was hit violently, and before she could understand what was going on, she felt like she was standing among the colorful feathers. No, she died herself! She looked at her still warm body lying on the ground......

What's going on now, myself? Turned into a feather?

Four gnomes who ran out of nowhere pulled the vacuum cleaner that was huge compared to their bodies, buzzed the vacuum cleaner, and washed Windsor's soul and consciousness, those colorful feathers. Comes in a special bottle. A small man took down the bottle containing Windsor, another villain hurriedly plugged the cork, the third villain replaced the vacuum cleaner with a new bottle, the fourth villain put the bottle on the trolley behind them, and the four of them covered the shading together, shouted a neat slogan again, and walked away.