The knowledge of the past

Since the day the princess was born, she has rarely been seen in five hundred years. If she was like an ordinary child, she would probably be a five-year-old child.

From time to time, people do not see her outside the palace, as long as waiting for the plum blossoms to bloom in the winter of the four seasons of the year, and only occasionally see her reading hard by the window.

When they saw the five-year-old child by the window, they beckoned: "Nanshan! Nanshan! Do you want to go to the river to catch fish together?"

Hearing this, the girl raised her head, her eyes were cold, and she said with an expressionless face: "I'm not going." ”

The child bared his teeth and said, "Then we will go!"

She watched the children disappear, burying her head in her own business, the pen in her hand did not stop, snapping slightly, she put the pen down, looked up at Fu Niang and said, "Fu Niang, please give the book I wrote to Daddy and Auntie." ”

Fu Niang responded, her days are like this all year round, reading books, studying spells, practicing calligraphy, and practicing martial arts.

One day, a little boy passed by the courtyard where Nanshan lived, and couldn't help but turn into a small figure to enter and see, Nanshan's courtyard looks very magnificent, the huge courtyard is surrounded by red walls on all sides, the begonia trees in the yard are tall and dense and dense, the flowers are clustered around the cobblestone path, the garden is dotted with mountains and stones, behind the rockery is all kinds of wooden people who train martial arts, walking on a high platform similar to a lion dance, one section is higher than the other.

He couldn't help but wonder: "I wonder who lives inside?"

He passed past the heavily guarded guards, through the closed gates, and around the winding verandah, and there was a palace. Looking up, he was greeted by a hollow jade door, the door was open, and when he walked into the room, his body paused slightly......

"It's ......"

Except for a pot of Junying grass on the small shelf on the left, all of them are ...... Sandalwood frame, the wooden frame is tightly lined with books, there are poems and poems, military books, numbers, square skills, Zhuzi, and six arts. Almost all the rooms on the left are filled with books, which can be called a book vault.

A wooden table and bench loom through the screen on the right side of the entrance, and the little boy walks to the left to bypass the screen...... In the center of the wall is a gorgeous bed, the bedding on the bed is neatly folded, like a tofu block, the sight moves to the window, the window is open, the light shines in, the room is correspondingly bright, there is a pot of Junying grass on the windowsill, next to the window, is a seven-foot bookcase, the bookcase is full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, one side is full of reading books, and on the other side is the calligraphy of three points into the wood neatly piled together: "This amount is enough to make up four books, amazing." The little boy couldn't help but sigh.

"Whew!" the sound of a book flipping through the book rang softly in my ears.

The most striking thing is the child sitting in front of the bookcase, she is Nanshan...... Look at the book carefully and indulge in it. She seemed to be five years old, but she was completely immature, saying that women were better than men, like a young man with a crown, she frowned, and was engrossed in reading.

"Look at me. ”

The little boy climbed out of the window, hid behind the flower pot, and gently poked his head out to look at her: "Bang! bang!"

The little boy's index finger tapped on the flower pot, the flower pot made a muffled thump of a glass bottle, the girl reading the book was unmoved, he frowned slightly and frowned with a few force: "Knock knock, bang bang!"

Nanshan put down the book and walked to the window with some vigilance, and the corners of the little boy's mouth rose when he saw that he had succeeded.

The boy jumped out with a spirit, Nanshan seemed to be startled, and saw clearly that behind the window was a hedgehog, she let go of the saber at her waist, and then her vigilant eyes returned to the depth. Walk over to the bookcase and continue to hold the book.

The boy wondered, "I became so cute, and just left?!" It kept dancing its body in circles, chirping, supporting the ground on its two hind feet, standing up and waving at him, Nanshan raised his eyes to look at it, those eyes could freeze people, and when she looked at it coldly, it made a sound of snorting, and the whole body was deflated.

She stretched out her hand to him, it was happy, jumped on her bookcase, stood up obediently and showed goodwill, looked at Nanshan's outstretched hand It hesitated a little, but still slowly climbed up to her palm, seeing that he had no malicious intent, it gradually retracted its sharp and powerful thorns.

Lying on her warm palm, she said lazily: "Help me brush my hair." Nanshan was unmoved, it rolled lazily, and opened its round belly towards her, Nanshan frowned slightly. It laughed and said, "I won't prick you, if I do, I would have pierced it a long time ago." ”

Thinking about something, it sat on her hand, paw on its chin and muttered, "If only you could hear me." ”

Nanshan could have heard what it said, but she didn't answer, she saw the little hedgehog in her palm thinking seriously, she said coldly: "I can hear it." ”

The hedgehog's eyes were startled: "Can you hear me?" Nanshan ignored it, and after a pause, she looked at the hedgehog and said, "Go out and live well." Saying that, he put the hedgehog in the courtyard, and Nanshan said, "Go back." ”

It looked at her departing back, inexplicably sympathetic, trotted after her, Nanshan stopped and turned to look at it, it was just like that, as cute as a mouse, standing on its legs, its two paws clenched into its fists on its chest, looking at him with a dark wound, like a child who had done something wrong. Nanshan didn't make any moves, didn't speak, walked to the bookcase and continued to look at the book.

It strode behind her and muttered, "It's boring to go back." ”

Jumping in front of her bookcase, Nanshan glanced at it, continued to read, and saw an excellent roster on the side, stretched out its paws to open her book, and at the top of the book was a name: Daogu Nanshan.

"Daogu Nanshan...... Is that your name?"

Nanshan nodded, and it climbed to her side in small steps and said, "Daogu Nanshan, you can help me choose a name!"

Daogu Nanshan didn't want it, and the voice called her many times and kept chattering, Nanshan gently spit out a few words and said, "Mao Mao." ”

"Maomao, that's a good name, I like it in the future, I'll be called Maomao. It seemed to have eaten candied fruit, smiling brightly, happily accompanying her to read the book, a few quarters of an hour, it began to nap, and its head would be lifted up and hung down for a while: "This book, ah~~ Why do I get more sleepy the more I read it......"

Nansugi glanced at it, holding it in both hands and placing it on his cross-legged clothes.

The first time I fell asleep in the warmth, I slept very soundly, I opened my eyes in a daze, the bright moon hung high outside the window, and it looked up at Daogu Nanshan, who was still reading: "It's three watches, why don't you sleep, I woke up from a sleep." It looked at the flickering candlelight that was about to burn out, and waved its hand and tugged at the corner of her clothes: "It's time to rest." Daogu Nanshan glanced down at it, and continued to put his gaze back into the book.

"The nerd one!"

It jumped off her, biting at his clothes and tugging at him.

Daogu Nanshan said loudly: "It's still early, my father is much more bitter than me. ”

"No, come with me. It tore and jumped backwards to exert more force: "Ahhhhh

Seeing it muttering, Daogu Nanshan asked, "What are you muttering?" As he spoke, Nanshan got up with it, and it quickly ran to his bed and jumped up, giggling, "I mean to tell you to rest." ”

Nanshan raised his foot and was about to pass, but he could only be deflated and read with her.

It wasn't until late at night that Nanshan went to sleep, and the hedgehog said: "The cold wind hit in the middle of the night, and a wisp of white smoke drifted out of the window on the side of the bed