One day.

At night, in the woods of Xishan Mountain, you can hear a few owls.

As you walk, there is an ethereal and crisp sound, adding a mystery to the silence of the woods.

"Brother, are you sure that Zi Lingzi will appear here?" The male voice muttered in a bell-like voice.

The owner of Qingling's voice is the second son of Lezheng Mansion.

Le Zhengye, the word is out of the wild, and he is seventeen years old.

It was also Fu Ye who was wronged like him and died on the edge of the toilet.

Reborn into this world, or born as a newborn, it must be God's compensation for his untimely death.

And so he confessed his fate.

From birth to growth, countless people praised his talent, and he grew up with the adult mind of the original world as soon as he was born.

According to normal people, he can be described as a genius, a prodigy! Growing up all the way, it was really painful for him.

I sighed, I finally grew up!

"You, you've been fine with everything since you were a child, but you're just impatient." Le Zheng Si Dao.

Le Zhengsi, the word Ziyou, the eldest son of Le Zhengfu, is nineteen years old.

Those who know this person are all sighing that the son is handsome, gentle as jade, gentle to others, and cares about his siblings in every detail.

"I suddenly miss my warm bed." Le Zheng also yawned and half-leaned against the trunk of the tree.

In the moonlight, the slender figure is embroidered with gold thread at the collar and cuffs and the hem of the kaftun.

Around his waist hangs a silver bell strung with fine gold wire, and the gold tassel under the silver bell flutters gently with the breeze, and the bell also makes a pleasant sound.

The green silk is casually pulled up with a headband, which is playful and lazy, and the tail of the slightly longer white hairband is covered with teardrop-like crystal clear blood-colored beads.

White skin, delicate face, half hidden in shadows, high nose bridge, thin lips like wings, exposed to the moonlight, long curly thick eyelashes, blood-colored pupils and red moles are very bewitching.

It's like a delicate doll carved out by the heavens, and it's very eye-catching.

Le Zhengji walked up to him and leaned over to look at him slightly, the two brothers were born from the same mother's womb, and their appearance was quite similar, but their temperament was different.

The former is handsome, and the person is even more friendly and polite.

The latter is a cynical, dissolute and uninhibited son, full of heroism between his eyebrows.

"Then do you still want Zi Lingzi?" Le Zheng Si Dao.

"Yes, but I want to sleep too." He said.

"You can't have it both ways, and wait." Le Zhengji hooked the corners of his mouth lightly, shook his head and straightened up.

"What if this thing doesn't show up? Didn't we wait in vain! He said.

"Probably not." Le Zhengji said softly.

"Brother, how can you be so sure it must be around here." He said.

"Earlier, I heard villagers passing by say that they had seen a white light flying by, resembling a bird, and when it flew by, its tail was like a starlight waterfall sprinkled with silver rain." Le Zhengji turned his head to look at him and said, "You say, the description of this silver rain is like that of Zi Lingzi?" ”

"How can it be a self-spirited child? What if the villagers are blind? He said as he held a piece of grass that had come out of nowhere.

Le Zhengji sighed lightly, reached out and took off the grass in his mouth, and said, "Isn't it, it's better to wait and see, it's better than not waiting, isn't it?" ”

"Okay, okay, whatever my brother says, it's what you say." He said.

He sat on the ground with his head in his arms, looked at the clear sky, and then counted the stars.

Le Zhengji looked at his younger brother as if he had no love, sighed helplessly, walked to his side, and sat down.

Shoulder to shoulder, the two brothers looked at the same starry sky.