Xie Zhao couldn't hear the outside world in a drowsy state.

She vaguely felt as if her whole person had become a puppet with broken threads, unable to control her body at all, and she couldn't even lift a finger.

But there was no peace in her mind for a moment, and she remembered many old things that she hadn't recalled for a long time.

In her dream, she recalled many of her experiences when she first came to Handyong in the Northern Dynasty.

It's just that the fragments of the dream are intermittent and disorganized, and even the timeline that appears before and after is chaotic.

It's like a play book with scattered flowers, and a few pages are pulled out one by one for the audience to enjoy, but it makes people can't grasp the beginning and the end.

It's choppy and messy.

Xie Zhao in the dream was like an ignorant bystander, coldly watching the pages of the book keep opening and closing.

From time to time, she saw a young man who looked like an ordinary scribe in the snowy mountains, with his sword falling on a boulder, and looked at the girl in front of him in a kind and gentle tone—

"I don't know why the goddess of the Shentai Palace traveled thousands of miles to come to My City?"

From time to time, I saw a teenager dressed in the costume of a disciple of Fuji City, frowning a small brow and asking incredulously-

"Really? Your aunt is so fierce? I hate the poor and love the rich, and I don't care about it! ”

From time to time, I saw that the young city lord who was dressed in the previous was nodding seriously to the little girl in front of him, and solemnly made a promise-

"When His Royal Highness's 'Mountain, River, Sun and Moon Sword' moves the world, Xue is willing to give His Highness a century-old wine in Fuji City, and congratulate him."

From time to time, I saw a cardamom girl with her arms crossed, but she was not afraid of the strong man in front of her, who was two heads taller than her, and muttered in a very low voice-

"What's so hard to guess about that? Except for the senior brother of the Xue City Lord, the deputy city lord Yu Wenxin, there should be no other possibility, right? ”

And the man opposite her, who had an angry face but could only hold back, had a cold face, and jumped out three words from between his teeth word by word!

- "Symbols, scenes, words!" ”

Symbol. Scenery. Word?

Who are Fujing words?

Whose name is this?

Why is the name so familiar?

Xie Zhao was confused in his dream, as if he was watching a shadow puppet show of looking at flowers in the drunk and looking at the moon in the water.

She looked hazy through the curtain, not only the past that she had put aside for a long time, but also the thousands of thoughts of her total collapse.

The pictures in the dream were torn and shackled, and it seemed that the voices of countless people were chattering in her head, pulling the pictures in her memory to the old days farther and farther away—

A young, beautiful, swaying palace concubine looked at a pair of young children who were two years old and had just remembered with a smile, and the words in her mouth were gentle and charming, but there was a faint sense of malice.

"I heard that the prince and the princess are auspicious from heaven, but there is a folk saying that twins are said to be the opposite of each other.

It's just that I don't know which of the princes and princess siblings is a blessing and which one is ...... Oh, look at the concubine talking nonsense, why is the little prince crying? ”

……

The elderly palace man looked embarrassed, and even coaxed and begged for a little girl who was never as high as an adult's knees, and finally ruthlessly snatched away a small rattle that she held in her hand.

"Chitose, you are a noble person who has been calculated by the National Teacher with the skill of peeping at the sky, you are not an ordinary three-year-old child.

These gadgets are not played by His Royal Highness Chitose, if His Majesty sees it, how can the old slave still be alive? Take pity on the poor minions. ”

……

From time to time, the mourning hall was dim, and a small girl knelt in an ancestral hall, kneeling and worshipping the three spirit tablets in front of her without saying a word.

An old man who had aged so old almost overnight that he did not look like a man with snow-white hair said to the eight-year-old girl in grief:

"Your Highness, the three generals Xie have passed away one after another, and the old minister has only lost three sons, but my Tianchen border has lost three tiger generals!

Now the situation is critical, not only the Xunyang Xie family, but also the entire temple of the Southern Dynasty, the younger generation of generals are no longer born brave. The Northern Dynasty is already strong, and there is the world's first sword faction 'Sword Immortal Mound' The two cities are like a tiger with wings, and the border between China and North Korea is like a dangerous egg.

Although His Royal Highness is still young, now this thousand pounds of burden ...... I'm afraid that one day, it will fall on your shoulders. ”

In the mourning hall, the thin body of the little girl seemed to be shaken.

No matter how high her martial arts talent is, or how precocious she is, she is only an eight-year-old girl after all.

It turned out that the burden of life and death of countless border soldiers and ordinary people who were pressed on the three uncles of the "Xie Family's Three Heroes" suddenly tilted on her shoulders, and she would be at a loss.

She seemed to be asking questions, as if she was saying to herself:

"The situation at the border...... Why did it suddenly deteriorate to this point? ”

The old man sighed and said: "Your Highness, now that the situation between the north and the south is about to erupt, those invisible conspiracies in the past ten or twenty years are like sharp knives and necks that cannot be guarded against, and the people on the border have long been miserable, and they have been in dire straits for many years!"

The Southern Dynasty desperately needs a heroic man who is mighty in the world to deter the malice that is about to move in the four realms! In order to inspire the hearts of the people of the Southern Dynasties!

- So you can't take a step back, not a single step! Promise your grandfather that you can do it! ”

The little girl was silent for a long time in front of the spiritual seat of the three uncles, and when she spoke again, her tone was firm, but it was difficult to hide the sadness in her eyes, and she said softly:

"Grandfather, I promise you that you will definitely become a masterpiece of a generation, so that the Northern Dynasty Huma will no longer dare to go south to kill, burn and loot at will!

This is not only for the three uncles who sacrificed their lives for the country, for the father and mother of the court, but also for the countless soldiers who have defended the land one after another, and for the hundreds of thousands of border people who have been terrified all day long under the plundering and fear of the soldiers and horses of the Northern Dynasty in the south.

- One day, I will put an end to the nightmare of the people on the border of South Korea like northerners. ”

The kind old man in the dream memory smiled, and there was a faint sadness in the smile.

There seemed to be a moment of unbearability, sympathizing with the girl in front of him who was only a drooping age.

"Your Highness, you ...... Absolutely! Lao Chen knows that with your talent, you can definitely do it! ”

The little girl lowered her head slowly, and solemnly buried her head in the spiritual seat of countless loyal people in the ancestral hall.

Her neck was obviously so slender, but she was always straight, and she didn't dare to let herself leak a moment of fragility and hesitation.

The girl finally said: "This world has been chaotic for too long, and the blood of innocent people ...... Enough has been poured in Langya Pass.

Shangzhu Kingdom, I will take care of the thousands of Li people in the Southern Dynasty.

Xunyang Xie's generational loyalty to the monarch and the country, and the unparalleled style of guarding the border will never be broken in this generation. ”

……

What are these images?

Xie Zhao's brain, which had always made her proud, seemed to be gradually chaotic and less clear.

Fu Jing words.

Jingci

Chitose ......

Shangzhu ......

…… Who is it?

Who are they?

Xie Zhao, who was in a coma, frowned slightly.

Wrong...... It seems to be. Is it her name?

Her name is Fu Jingci?

Is she a rune word?

Xie Zhao's heart suddenly emptied!

It's like stepping into the air, stepping on the air from mid-air!

- The next moment, suddenly!

Xie Zhao in the dream really seemed to have lost his foot, fell straight from the cliff, and woke up suddenly!

She squinted slightly, panting slightly, her forehead covered with sweat.

The tips of her fingers trembled uncontrollably, but she didn't have the strength to sit up for a moment.

The next moment, a man's voice with a Northern Dynasty accent suddenly sounded faintly not far from her side:

"Awake?"

Xie Zhao was slightly stunned.

Her somewhat out-of-focus gaze slowly fell on the man who was sitting on the sandalwood Taishi chair next to the bed in a bold and domineering posture, and immediately remembered everything before losing consciousness, and the previous disintegrated consciousness also returned to the cage in an instant.

Xie Zhao forced himself to smile hard, gradually cleared his eyes and quietly skimmed over the furnishings and decorations in the room, and then joked softly without paying much attention:

"Oh, it turns out that His Royal Highness the Prince has returned.

However, why this 'cell' is not the same as the previous one, this makes Zai Xia a little uneasy. ”

The luxurious atmosphere in the room, whether it is the materials used in the utensils or the nobility of the ornaments, undoubtedly does not show the extraordinary status of the owner of this bedroom.

Even the windowsill is decorated with gorgeous flowers that you would never find in the Northland this season.

Obviously, this is the expensive flower species that the owner here introduced from the southwest with a huge amount of money, and can only grow into a golden flower that can only be grown by the flower slaves in the warm pavilion by the flower slaves every day.

Looking horizontally and vertically, this doesn't look like a place where prisoners and thieves are held.

Yu Wenxin smiled lightly, but he was not busy demolishing her for a while, just watching her play silently with a calm face.

This person was in a coma for a whole day and a night, and such a long time was enough for the "Lone Wolf Sword Immortal" to digest the shock and astonishment of seeing such an embarrassed "Chitose Sword Immortal" at this scene.

He was a little curious to see how outrageous things she could come up with.

“.‘ Xie Nuxia'? ”

Yu Wenxin looked playfully and pulled his lips, and in his tone he couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or guilt, he said lightly:

"This son remembers that my father and younger siblings who have been deceived by you for many days are called Your Excellency like this, right?"

Xie Zhao smiled, feeling more or less uncomfortable.

At this moment, Yu Wenxin was sitting neatly dressed, while she was lying on the floor in a woman's bed clothes of the Northern Dynasty.

She is not shy or embarrassed, Xie Zhao's temperament is informal, and she has never been the kind of person who cares about hypocrisy.

What she is embarrassed about is that at present, the two of them are sitting and lying down, one tall and one short, and the man in front of her occupies the absolute high ground and advantage in the "geographical location", so condescendingly looking at her with his eyes down, giving Xie Zhao a subtle illusion that he is at a disadvantage.

However, perhaps this is not an illusion

With her martial arts today, in the face of Yu Wenxin, the "lone wolf sword immortal" of the realm of immortals, she is really at a disadvantage, and there is nothing to be embarrassed to admit.

But you can lose, you can't lose.

She had to spread her bones on the floor like this, but it was too ugly.

Xie Zhao secretly exerted force under the palm of his hand, wanting to sit up - at least the dialogue between people should always be carried out in parallel eyes, right?

She exerted a slight force, and then the next moment. Sure enough, it failed.

Can't get up!

Can't get up at all, okay?

Her face was calm and breezy, but her wrist under her sleeve trembled like a severe hemiplegia, and her heart rolled and twisted, so uncomfortable!

Help!

If you want her to say, it is better to hang her up like before, so that she is condescending at that time, and her momentum is not inferior to others.

Somehow, the strange and thoughtful gaze of Yu Wenxin at this time actually made Xie Zhao feel empty and bottomless.

This is even more terrifying than the expression on his face that was fierce and cruel and eager to tear them apart when they were in the "Haitian Pavilion" before.

Xie Zhao decided to continue to pretend to be crazy and stupid, since Yu Wenxin didn't kill her on the spot in the "Haitian Pavilion", then he still wanted to leave a living mouth to question.

It seems that he is really as Yu Wenjia said before, he has encountered a bottleneck in the way of the sword, so he is so interested in "Hetu Swordsmanship".