"Madam, for some reason, it's July, and the peach blossoms are not bearing fruit."

In the peach blossom forest, a team of servants supports a pregnant woman.

"If it turns out, wouldn't it be less fun."

The woman withdrew her hand from the servant's arm, walked up to a peach blossom tree, and looked up.

A snow-white cat lay on a branch, its eyes half-open tiredly.

"Where did you come from?" The servant drove her away, but the woman stopped her.

"No, this cat looks pleasing."

But at this time, the cat was frightened, jumped directly from the tree, and slammed into the woman's stomach, and the servants screamed in panic, and at this time a strong wind blew in the peach forest, rolling up countless broken petals.

The woman fell to the ground clutching her stomach, and the heat beneath her body was dripping with blood.

"Quick! Madame is going to give birth! ”

The midwife rubbed her belly, and it was too late to send her back to the house, when the maidservants in the procession lifted a long red cloth and surrounded the woman.

The peach forest was in a strong wind, and countless petals fell on the woman's body, and no matter how the midwife wiped it, she couldn't finish wiping it.

On the treetops, the cat licked its paws, looked at the panicked crowd under the tree with heavy eyes, and slid a green line out of its palm, gradually holding the woman's belly.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body gradually became transparent, and he let out a sad cry before leaving.

"Meow."

"Wow~Wow~" The baby's cry came, but everyone didn't dare to relax.

"Oh no, Madame is out of gas." The midwife checked the woman's breathing softly.

The baby kept crying, and the midwife who held her put her in warm water and washed her, wrapped her in a red cloth.

"Luckily, it's a girl."

Three years later......

"Get on your knees!"

Yue Yan, the richest man in the Thousand Illusion Country, everyone said that he was invisible, but at this time, he was angry with a whip in his hand, whipping his petite body kneeling on the ground.

"Your father has high hopes for you, but you are only playful all day long!"

Yue Lige knelt straight on the ground, and the skin on her back was already open, but she didn't bite a word, clenching her teeth tightly.

After all, Yueyan felt sorry for her only daughter, threw away the long whip, and looked at her angrily.

"If you don't learn your skills! Sharpen your teeth! When you enter the palace in the future, you will wait to be eaten! Kneel here and reflect! ”

After Yue Yan left, Yue Lige bit the corner of her mouth and held back her tears.

Her father was very strict with her, and when others were still coquettish in her mother's arms, she had begun to learn swordsmanship, the Four Books and Five Classics, the art of the emperor, and those jerky and difficult words, which always made her yearn for the world outside the house.

At night, she returned to her cold room and licked her wounds alone, when there was a knock on the door.

"Who!" She pulled up her clothes, and there was a bit of vigilance in her childish voice.

"It's a subordinate."

"Come in." She breathed a sigh of relief, always on her toes, and after a beating, she remembered the words firmly.

A masked man walked in, holding a tray of medicine bottles.

This person was the dead soldier sent to her by her father to protect her safety, and he was also the master who taught her martial arts.

The two exchanged almost any words, she didn't know his name, understood that he had come to help her with the medicine, and took off her clothes to reveal her scarred back.

After applying the medicine, the man knelt on the ground, his eyes were dead and silent, and his face was expressionless like a machine.

"The subordinates have no way to teach, please punish the young lady."

She wouldn't be as strict as her father, and this time she was playful and delayed her schoolwork, and she wouldn't blame anyone.

"What's your name?" She pulled up her clothes and turned to ask him.

"The subordinates don't have names."

The dead need to be given a name by their master before they can have a name.

It turned out that there was no name, she thought about it for a while, and said with a straight face.

"From now on, you are my man."

"Yes~ the subordinates are young ladies in life and death."

He lay his head at her feet, and the dead were carefully selected, and would never betray, but only from one master.

"My name is Lige, and you will call Li." She took the brush seriously, took his hand, and wrote a word in his palm.

"Meet Miss."

As she grew older, she learned more and more, and her father put a heavy burden on her little shoulders, and she didn't even know what she was learning so much for.

Isn't their family in business?

The days of study are always boring, and another summer night ushered in, Yue Lige sat on the roof covered with injuries, silently looking at a piece of sky.

At the age of five, she already has ear power that is different from ordinary people, and she can be heard clearly from a hundred meters away.

Li Fei went to the roof and hit her in the back, mercilessly.

The corners of Lige's mouth hooked up with a confident smile, rolled to dodge his fatal palm, grabbed his hand, and looked at him expectantly.

"Leave, have I gotten stronger?"

"Well, that's not enough." Liyun used his internal force, flicked her hand away, his eyes were cold, and he threw her off the roof with force.

"Hey!" She fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood foaming out, and all her internal organs seemed to be shattered.

"Bold!"

She was angry and angry, the old injuries were not healed and new injuries were added, and she really didn't show mercy to her master at all, and she hadn't had a better day over the years.

"Subordinates should be damned."

Kneeling in front of her on one knee, he found himself jumping over her head too high, and knelt on both knees instead.

"Alright, knowing that you have the responsibility to teach me, let me rest for a while tonight." She got up from the ground covering her wounds, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and flew back onto the roof, sitting on the ridge of the roof, holding her chin in her hands, looking at the starry sky.

"Yes." After a moment of hesitation, he stood under the eaves and waited for her.

"You come up."

She screamed, and there was another pain in her chest, and she took a deep breath, and she felt refreshed.

The obedient flew up to the roof and stood three steps away from her.

"Sit next to me."

She patted her side, her shoulder feeling like it was falling apart.

"The subordinates don't dare." He lowered his head, and the half of his masked face was expressionless.

"You dare to hit me, what else don't you dare, I order you to sit down." She was still angry about what had just happened.

"Yes." He took the sword from his waist and held it in his hand, and sat beside her, when his shoulders suddenly went limp.

Yue Lige leaned on his shoulder, and when he spoke hard just now, his heart throbbed for a while, and he lost his strength.

"It's beautiful."

She sighed as she looked at the twinkling starry sky.

Looking at her gaze, I didn't feel any difference between the sky and yesterday, the bells and whistles.

When he looked at her again, he found that she had fallen asleep, breathing evenly, and had fallen asleep, so defenseless, that he was a little worried.

The next day, Lige woke up from his sleep and found that his wound had been bandaged and his internal injuries were no longer painful.

Unlike the young masters of Yuefu, she didn't have maid clothes, since she was conscious, she was alone, she got up and took a sip of water, changed her clothes and pushed the door open.

Sure enough, there are already many mechanisms set up in the courtyard.

She dodged the mechanism with ease, except for some lacerations on her clothes, there was not a single wound on her body, and when she arrived at the study, according to the usual practice, a group of assassins would emerge to assassinate her.

But not today, she was a little uneasy, what traps would be in the library.

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