"Come in and talk."

After a breath, Jiang's voice sounded, and he glared at Cheng Yuejiao again.

Cheng Yuejiao was reluctant, but she still sat on the side of the desk honestly, pouting and bowing her head to the corner of her clothes, with a little grievance on her face.

Jiang Shi looked at it and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

She raised this daughter too delicately, so innocent that she was almost stupid, and now she wants to get it back, and she has to grind.

However, if she didn't have this child by her side, how would she have survived in the past few years? Whenever there is trouble, there is this child laughing and making trouble in front of her, and the yard will come alive, and her heart will not be so empty.

Isn't that not yet thirteen years old? After that, I teach it slowly, and I can always teach it well.

Besides, this child's heart is not bad, and he has not raised such a small child to be slippery, but it has also saved a lot of heart.

Thinking of this, Jiang's eyes gradually softened when he looked at his daughter, and when he saw her sitting pitifully there, like a flower wilted by the wind and rain, he couldn't help but feel soft again, so he glanced at Mei Xiang.

Mei Xiang understood, and lightly turned to Dongji'er, and after a while, she took back a bamboo leaf box painted with silver and lacquer and put it in Cheng Yuejiao's hand.

The box contained all kinds of flowers, all of which Cheng Yuejiao usually begged Jiang to buy, and Jiang originally planned to give them to her after returning to Beijing, but now she took them out in advance to coax her daughter to laugh.

When Wei Shu entered the house, she saw that the master girl was burying her head in the jewelry box, and the fried hair all over her body was subdued.

Looking at the side again, Jiang Shi also looked at his beloved daughter, and his eyes were extremely gentle.

Stop, stop, a loving mother is a loser, and if she continues to be spoiled like this, this delicate child's tail will have to go up to the sky.

Wei Shu felt that the ruzi was difficult to teach, took a breath, and stepped forward to salute.

"That's it." Jiang waved his hand, and Wei Shu also took advantage of the situation to avoid courtesy, and couldn't help but sigh to himself in his heart:

I'm really miserable.

He became a slave again.

The god of this side of the world seems to be idle and panicked, and he loves to stare at her and lead her to the slave road, and he can't hide from it.

Since escaping from White Frost City, Wei Shu's hands have been less than a palm, until she was picked by the Jiang family and inquired about the situation of this family, and she settled down.

And the experience of this year, in summary, is only eight words:

The injury is difficult to heal, and it is difficult to travel thousands of miles.

On the day of the Lantern Festival last year, Wei Shu and Shu Jiu made a move against each other at the Huozui Cliff, and the wind-breaking arrow method broke through the battle and reached the seventh level, and the cold poison in the body also attacked.

Because he was afraid that the villa and others would chase and kill him, while he was still conscious, Wei Shu jumped off the cliff and ran for a few miles overnight, until his internal strength was exhausted, and he finally fainted.

When she woke up, she found that she had run in the wrong direction in a dazed state, but she went deep into the border of Dajin and wanted to choose another way, but the cold poison did not give her this opportunity at all, and in desperation, she had to find a cave where no one lived first, and then lived a life of drinking blood.

In the first few days, she spent most of her time asleep, and she didn't have much time to be awake.

Fortunately, a lot of wound medicine was found from Ah Fu's corpse, and Wei Shu also had some dry food on himself, but he was not hungry, and the external injuries healed quickly.

However, the cold poison in the body is extremely difficult to suppress.

This poison seems to be related to the exercises she has been practicing, and with a little luck, her body will be like ice, her hair will be frosty, and there will be thousands of ice needles piercing her dantian, which is unspeakably miserable.

After a few seizures, Wei Shu became a waste, and he couldn't even hunt a wild goose, let alone anything else, and he could only wrap his stomach with wild vegetables every day.

But there is both bad and good in everything.

Because she was often in a coma, Wei Shu's memory of Aqi Si had recovered a lot, and she also remembered that Aqi had actually found a way to restrain the cold poison and hid it in the mountain temple.

It was a booklet called "Blood Refining Divine Skill".

It is rumored that this was a river and lake in the early years

The secret technique of a sect called "Fierce Sword Sect" is a unique method of burning blood and qi in the body and fusing it into a sword.

From the point of view of the operation of the exercises, it is compatible with cold poison ice and fire, and should be able to dissipate a little of it, and if you practice to more than seven levels, you may be able to pull out a part of the cold poison from the body, so as to reduce the internal injuries attached to it during the exercise.

However, this "Blood Refining Divine Skill" is based on the body as a furnace and blood as a guide, which is extremely domineering, and the slightest carelessness may lead to death from blood exhaustion. It was because Akisi had never practiced, and only used a milder medicinal bath to suppress the toxins.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, Wei Shu went to the mountain temple to retrieve the Wind Breaking Bow and brought out the booklet. Fortunately, she found a glimmer of life, and began to practice "Blood Refining Divine Skill".

Although she also knew that it was probably drinking to quench her thirst. However, if she doesn't practice, she won't even be able to survive for a month, the lesser of two evils, and survival is more important than anything else.

And when Wei Shu finally suppressed the cold poison again and returned to the road, it was already the autumn killing season in August.

Autumn is crisp, the weather temperature is cool and suitable, and the mountain roads are easier to walk. She tossed and turned in the mountains for more than a month, and finally arrived at Zhending Mansion, a state capital in the northwest of the Great Song Dynasty, before the beginning of winter.

At that time, Wei Shu was exhausted to the extreme, the whole person was black, thin and dirty, no different from the homeless people fleeing outside the Guan, even if they walked face to face with the killer in the villa, they probably couldn't recognize it.

During the six months she spent wandering in the wild, she hardly had a good night's sleep.

She single-handedly arranged for the nearly 1,000 slaves to escape from the Jin Kingdom, but she didn't know their whereabouts now. She was worried about this all the time, worried about whether they could return to the Great Song Dynasty safely, whether they could find a place to live, and worried about their situation in the Song Kingdom.

And the faces of the deceased often appear in dreams.

She knew she couldn't save everyone.

But every time she dreams back at midnight, she always dreams that she flew to the riverside and rushed to the cliff, not only saving Ye Fei and Zhou Shang, but also saving the more than ten long-bladed soldiers.

After waking up from the dream, the cool breeze penetrates her body, and her heart will become cold, and even if she falls asleep again, her soul is not at peace.

All this squeezed Wei Shu's already little remaining spirit, and the cold poison also frequented, and blood refining was always accompanied by the danger of death. Every time martial arts advances to the realm, they are walking side by side with death.

It is precisely because of this that Wei Shu started to deal with Renyazi after infiltrating the Zhending Mansion.

She needed a quiet place to heal.

Internal injuries, external injuries, and mental injuries all make her in urgent need of recuperation, and looking at the world, where is it more suitable than a rich family and a deep mansion?

Not to mention anything else, just in terms of food and housing, the depths of the house are more than a hundred times stronger than the outside, and Wei Shu no longer wants to understand the taste of the food and drink. Another one, in the deep house, surrounded by high walls on all sides, naturally isolated from countless prying eyes, the so-called great seclusion in the world, this is the meaning.