It snowed for a long time. Snowflakes rustle through the plum trees that stand tall. The white, red, and green flowers are in full bloom, and the fragrance fills the garden.

The snow and fragrance lingered in Ning Huchen's heart for a long time, just like the sentence "You are too persistent". Yuanjia and Zhou Honghuang are so highly unified. She is obsessed with revenge, and she no longer dares to believe anyone's true feelings. Yuanjia insisted on crossing her, and Zhou Honghuang insisted on protecting her. Behind this obsession, she was puzzled.

After resting for a long time, Lan'er came in to serve.

Lan'er added new incense to the stove and said softly: "My lord has been resting for a long time, and he should have been tired before. The monarch has commanded that you still have to go and practice magic with him every day. It's time to get up now, otherwise you won't be able to get past the Zihua Hall in time. ”

She deliberately kept her distance from him, and he still ignored it.

Ning Huchen asked, "I'm not feeling well today, can I not go?" ”

Lan'er covered the lid of the incense burner, walked through the bead curtain to Ning Huchen's side, and said in a rare earnest voice: "I'm also worried that you are tired, but the monarch said that he had to go." My lord, you don't know that the Demon Dao has a rule for the young master, which is quite cruel. Although there are as many as nine young masters of the Demon Dao, they can only choose one of them if they can finally be promoted to become their father's master. Every 3,000 years, there is a round of selection of fathers and teachers. It is usually the one who all the young masters work together to carry out a difficult task, and finally succeed and kill the other eight young masters, who is eligible to be promoted to the rank of father. Although you and Young Master Feiye are both very young, the rest of the Young Masters are indeed quite old and have extremely high cultivation. This time it happened to coincide with the choice of a father and teacher that happened once in 3,000 years, which is very unfavorable for you. The monarch is afraid that he also took this into account, so he summoned you every day. ”

When Ning Huchen heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. She is still only sixteen years old, and Fei Ye is already an old monster of more than a thousand years old, and this time she has to compete with seven other thousands of years old demons for the position of father?

"If you don't participate, is it feasible?" Ning Huchen wrinkled his eyebrows, his heart heavy.

Lan'er shook her head and patted her shoulder to express sympathy: "When you took office, the other young masters refused the face of the monarch, so they made a statement to the monarch that they would compete with you in this battle, which is the respect for the glory of being a young master." ”

Lan'er saw that Ning Huchen's expression became more and more solemn, and said with relief: "The monarch agreed, which means that he is sure." You have inherited the blood of the monarch, and there is no one in a thousand miles, which is far from being comparable to ordinary people. ”

"I think it's more important to go to the Zihua Hall to practice with the monarch first, Lan'er, change my clothes for me. ”

And on this day, a new soul came to the woman's soup.

Shi Xihua came on such a snowy day.

Ning Huchen also happened to come back from the Zihua Palace. Shi Xihua knelt outside the bead curtain, her body was straight, and her eyes were staring straight at the purple dress inside.

Ning Huchen picked up the teacup on the small round table next to the rocking chair, and told her about places like women's soup as usual, and then said, "Tell me, who is the man you are waiting for?"

There was a moment of silence, Shi Xihua spoke, his throat was like water like a song, like a docile cat whispering softly in the owner's ear: "Back to the master, he is, that is, Mo Jingyu." ”

"Smack-"

The cup in Ning Huchen's hand fell to the ground, fell apart, and the debris splashed in front of Shi Xihua's knees.

"Jing Yu ......" Ning Huchen muttered the name, his eyes gloomy, as if he had fallen into a long memory. That day was the last day of her humanity, and it was also the time when she was completely separated from Xia Yun. All of this is thanks to Jingyu. She still remembers that the moment before committing suicide with a sword, she said coldly to Jing Yu, "You and I are in love......

"How could it be Jingyu. Ning Huchen smiled bitterly.

Seeing her like this, Shi Xihua couldn't help but kneel and move forward a little, and exclaimed, "The adults actually know him?"

Ning Huchen only said: "You don't have to care about me and him. If he fails you, you will probably have to suffer here until you surrender the souls of nine hundred and ninety-nine men, and then you will be reborn. You know, with the blessing of God, there will be no evil consequences for him. ”

She got up, opened the bead curtain, and saw Shi Xihua's true face clearly.

Although Shi Xihua only wears rough white clothes that are clean to the end, a pair of cat-like eyes are very brilliant, smart, and contain a wild nature. Seeing Ning Huchen at this moment, her eyes were first amazed and then shocked, as if she had seen her.

"Are you...... The woman in his painting ......"

"I said, don't think too much about me and him. Ning Huchen's expression became fierce, stared at her, and summoned: "Lan'er, take her down first." ”

Lan'er got the order, came in from the outside, and took away Shi Xihua, who wanted to speak and stopped.

Ning Huchen adjusted Shi Xihua's life and death record and recorded her birthday. She didn't believe Shi Xihua's words very much, Jing Yu was the emperor of the world, and she had a deep affection for herself, how could she lose another Shi Xihua in a short period of time? Moreover, when she was humane, she had never heard of any minister with the surname Shi Shi.

Shi Xihua, where did she come from, and how could she be associated with Jingyu.

The red spell burned out at Ning Huchen's fingertips, and the grace passed slowly flowing, and she blended into it to explore Shi Xihua's past.

Shi Xihua was born in a poor family, with a bad fate and displacement. Because she can't do anything well, she is always disliked by her adoptive parents, and she sells it here and there. Finally, in the hands of an animal trainer. After coming into contact with animal tamers, she immediately showed her talent and became an animal tamer.

However, before meeting Jing Yu, she had an unknown adventure.

In this village, Shi Xihua has no friends, and the so-called "relatives" are cold and indifferent to her, and she is very lonely. That day, he encountered a black cat that fell into a hunter's trap in the mountains and forests, rescued it, and then kept it by his side, called Ink Marks.

As Shi Xihua grew up, his face and body grew.

That night, she suddenly couldn't find the black cat, so she searched around the house. The night was like a crow, and the ink marks were pitch black, and it was very difficult to find.

"Ink marks, ink marks?" Shi Xihua called from time to time, but never received a response.

She found the granary at home and tried to call again: "Ink marks?"

This time, a slight meow of a cat answered her. She smiled lightly and lit the oil lamp here, and followed the sound, only to see the ink marks lying on a sack, looking at her with round and bright eyes.

Shi Xihua picked up the ink mark and found that there were some small stones of different sizes pressed under it, and said with a smile: "You actually have this kind of habit." ”

As soon as he turned around, a middle-aged man's dark and wrinkled face suddenly appeared in front of him. The man appeared behind her silently like a ghost, as if he had been secretly following her for a long time.

Shi Xihua took a big step back in shock, and the man hurriedly stretched out his hands to wrap around her waist and hugged her firmly.

Shi Xihua struggled, but he seemed unwilling to let go, and tightened her tighter and tighter. The ink mark whined in warning and pounced on him, and the man's face was scraped with several deep red marks, and there were beads of blood in an instant.

The man was in pain, scolded the beast angrily, covered his face, but saw that his hands were full of blood, and he couldn't help but pick up the wooden stick on the side so that he could beat it.

Shi Xihua hurriedly rushed over to pick up the ink mark, and took a few steps back to keep a distance from him, still feeling apprehensive at this time: "Dad, why did you suddenly appear?" ”

This voice of Dad is like a code name. This adoptive father, who has raised her for two years, is called Yang Er. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that Yang Er doesn't necessarily treat her very well, and only sees her as just a money-making object like the animals he raises. Yang is over forty years old, and because of poverty, he once lived with a woman, but he didn't marry anyone. Two years later, the woman ran away with a foreign tofu vendor, and he has not married since then.

Yang Er smiled, revealing his blackened teeth: "I won't see you in your room, and my father is worried about it." ”

Yang Er's eager gaze seemed to penetrate Shi Xihua's coarse linen clothes, and he wanted to see her thoroughly. Her stature was no longer as thin as before, and she began to take on the delicate posture of a woman.

"Don't worry, Dad, I won't run away like I used to. Such a gaze made her extremely uncomfortable, and Shi Xihua quickly left and returned to the room.