If it is calculated by the year name of Nanchao Tianchen, it is now December of the fourth year of Jing'an.

When Ling Or and Han Changsheng rescued Xie Zhao at the foot of the Immortal Ridge on the outskirts of Lanling City, it was still the first month of the third year of Jing'an.

Now a rough calculation, there is less than a month, and it is two years.

Xie Zhao smiled faintly.

"Not that time, when I was wounded in my right hand, but it was many years longer than that."

Han Changsheng subconsciously looked at her right hand curiously and asked:

"But you're super resilient! Even if your legs were broken and your knees were shattered, it took you more than half a year to recover and be able to walk and run again.

Ah Zhao, you said that your right hand still feels occasional pain, so how many injuries did you have at that time? ”

Xie Zhao was silent for a moment, and then said, "Perhaps, I was too young at that time.

At that time, my skeletal development was not complete, so the injury when I was a child stayed with me for the rest of my life. ”

Han Changsheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Too young?" How small? ”

She smiled faintly and replied, "Six." ”

Han Changsheng was stunned.

Six years old?

That's small enough!

If such a young child hurts his bones, he will be disabled for life in the future!

He carefully looked at Xie Zhao's right hand, but now it looked like there was nothing going on?

At least that's what it looks like on the outside.

It can be seen that Xie Zhao was also a very honest child when he was a child.

Han Changsheng asked curiously, "How did you get hurt?" Could it be that you were so naughty when you were a child that you climbed a tree and fell off a tree and broke it? ”

He had done this kind of thing when he was a child, and it scared his mother and his aunts and grandmothers at the time.

However, when he was a child, he only bruised his ankle, not to the extent of breaking his hand and foot.

Xie Zhao smiled, shook his head and replied, "It was injured by a firearm." ”

"What?"

Han Changsheng was dumbfounded.

"Could it be the powerful fire system of the Westerners?"

Xie Zhao nodded silently.

Han Changsheng looked puzzled.

"It's not. It's so rare and expensive that people rarely see it!

How did you come into contact with such a dangerous thing when you were young? It seems that your family used to be very prominent and wealthy! ”

Xie Zhao smiled faintly and said, "That's it." The fire was given to my father, and he gave me one and kept it in my dwelling. ”

The Zhongzhou Ruian Dynasty was heavy on trade and shipping, and their merchant ships often crossed the ocean to trade on the other side of the sea, so the Ruian royal family had many rare imported goods.

In that year, the Zhongzhou Ruian Dynasty once presented a gift on the birthday of Emperor Wei of Tianchen in the Southern Dynasty, and gave many Western novelties and treasures to the Son of Heaven in the Southern Dynasty.

There are two of them, which are this kind of fire system.

Han Changsheng was shocked and said:

"I can't see it, Ah Zhao! Before your family fell into the middle of the road, you were really born in a 'rich nest'. ”

In the second half of the sentence, Han Changsheng was embarrassed to say that in the end, her distant uncles were all reduced to Xunyang Xie's housekeepers, it was really miserable, right?

Could this be the answer to the sentence that the rich are not more than three generations?

Xie Zhao shrugged his shoulders and said half-truthfully:

"Hey, whose ancestors have counted more than ten generations, and haven't sent a family once or twice?"

Han Changsheng nodded, then shook his head again, looked at her in surprise and commented:

"I finally know now, where did your energy come from, dare to love you for this virtue when you were young!

Dare to even play with such a damn thing? Did you break through your own hands? At such a close distance? ”

Han Changsheng was stunned.

If you are a child, with the power of Western fire, you can fire at such a close distance, but I am afraid that the entire palm of your hand will be destroyed, right?

Xie Zhao was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled very lightly.

"It's not like I got angry."

Han Changsheng looked horrified.

"What? Could it be that someone else took your fire and fired at you? Hit you a six-year-old doll? ”

Xie Zhao paused slightly, with a look of memory on her face, she said slowly:

"Not really, I'm actually. I had a younger brother who loved to pester me when I was a child.

But when I was very young, my family sent me to study art elsewhere, so I couldn't go home often.

People say that children have no memory, but my brother is different, he often misses me and clamories to send me letters as soon as he can write.

So, every year or two, if I could go home for a few days, he would always be the happiest one, and he would stay at my place and refuse to leave. ”

When Han Changsheng heard this, he said with understanding:

"Ah, I see, could it be that your brother's little child's family is fooling around, and he mistakenly took the fire and injured you?"

Xie Zhao smiled faintly.

"It's not like that, it's just a mistake after the firearm explodes. I was six years old that year and went home to celebrate my father's birthday. My father was pleased, so he gave me one of the fires that had been given to him by others.

I wasn't interested in this kind of Western thing, I just liked swords and blades, so I casually put this fire system in my bedroom.

The next day, my brother happened to come to my room to look for me, and I was not there. Boy, naturally, he was very curious about these things, so he picked it up and played with it. ”

Han Changsheng saw that she stopped talking, and urged:

"And then?"

Xie Zhao was distracted for a moment, smiled without sadness or joy, and continued with the previous words:

"And then. When I came back from my mother's greeting that day, I was shocked to see my brother playing with the fire, and the muzzle of the gun was still pointed at himself.

Coincidentally, maybe the fire was not at home, or maybe my brother accidentally pressed the machine to expand somewhere, and I suddenly heard a very slight 'click' sound.

I should have known that this thing was going to blow up nine times out of ten. However, my brother is not skilled in martial arts, so in an emergency, I can only open the fire system in his hand that is about to explode, and then hide him behind him, and turn the sword in his hand to resist the explosion of the fire system. ”

"-Holy!"

Han Changsheng was shocked!

"It wasn't a misfire and was injured by ammunition, but a direct blow to the chamber?

How did you survive if the fire was blown up at the same time along with all the gunpowder in it? Did you just hurt your hand? ”

Xie Zhao was slightly distracted, how did she survive?

That's naturally because the six-year-old has been practicing martial arts for three years, and she is a Jin Yao Heavenly Realm.

Coupled with the "Dachen Ming Emperor Sword" that she happened to carry with her at that time, which was refined and made of meteorite from outside the sky, the sword had its own indestructible power.

The six-year-old Fu Jingci used all his internal strength to almost force the "Dachen Ming Emperor Sword" out of the afterimage, which resisted the fire of the explosion of eighty percent, but the right hand holding the sword was naturally also injured.

If it weren't for the fact that her bones were naturally tough and strong and different from ordinary people, she was afraid that if she was replaced by Jin Yaojing next to her, even if she held the "Dachen Ming Emperor Sword", she would end up with a right hand disability.

Xie Zhao smiled, and a complicated color flashed in his eyes.

She remembered clearly that Xiao Jingyan was almost stupid that time.

Jing Yan, who was also six years old, looked at her bloody, flesh-and-blood right hand, and immediately turned a little white face, shaking her lips to cry or not.

Later, when he reacted, he began to cry and cry heartbreakingly-

"Sister, don't die, Yan'er won't touch your things again!"

But, in the end, the last.

So the person who wants her to die the most is actually him.

It snowed heavily on the night of the third year of Jing'an, the sky was gloomy, and the cold wind blew the bones.

In the city where Zhaoge never sleeps, the young son of heaven was outside the thousands of sharp blades, and his eyes were full of piercing coldness when he looked at her.

He smiled and said to her:

"-Sister, why don't you just refuse to be obedient once?"

"The Mantra of Vena is not an object that the princess can play with, hand it over."

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