"By the way, it must be your half-brute bloodline. You are not a mere man, and you will have such omissions in your actions. ”

He was silent.

"It's all your mother's fault, why is she a Han?" The prince was intoxicated and stroked Qingyuan's face. "But her --- is so beautiful that it's hard to resist."

Qingyuan stared blankly at his father's sickly smile.

"You and your mother are exactly the same, why isn't she as well-behaved and obedient as you?" He suddenly smiled deeply from his emotion. "To tame you is the pleasure of taming your mother."

For his long-deceased mother, there are few family memories left in Qingyuan.

"Hate me, Qingyuan?"

"Nope."

"Although the 'Four Spirits' have successfully laid a spell, there are still some annoying sensitive flies around the prince, remember to get rid of them, it will save us trouble." The prince reluctantly reluctantly recounted the strict fatherly admonition. "Remember, it's going to be beautiful."

"The child knows." My father was never unstable and unsuccessful, he only cared about whether he was neat enough.

"The novice sent by the 'Four Spirits' is already waiting in the side hall, and it will be handed over to you in the future."

"Yes." He looked at his father intently, but his father was indifferent as if he didn't have him in his eyes.

"The child is gone."

Walking by the poolside of the exquisite courtyard, Qingyuan gazes at the reflection of the water. He couldn't see himself, only a face that he heard was exactly the same as his mother. This is what my mother looked like, and she was the same age as --- mother when she died.

His mother was forced to become his father's favorite concubine at the age of nineteen, gave birth to him at the age of twenty, and when he fled back to Jiangnan, he died when he was five years old. After that, he was taken back to the palace in Beijing by his father, and began to live a life of inverted gender, and also began to teach the harsh art of killing.

Is the reflection of a man or a woman in the water, or is it a demon Rakshasa who escaped from hell?

"Are you enjoying yourself again in Lonely Fang? Hum. ”

"Thank you for your hard work, in order to attract Amma's attention, I worked tirelessly to dress up as a woman every day."

"yes, it's a torment." Qingyuan turned away indifferently.

"Are you blackmailing Amma again?" Ama manages the money of the ladies in the houses in this house, and she is in charge of the death, but Qingyuan takes the best of everything. "Hmph, shouldn't you think about what kind of spell Amma cast and what kind of medicine did she take to embezzle so many benefits?"

"Ah, the fifth brother is really good eyesight."

"What are you laughing at, don't show off your foxy energy in front of me!" Qingyuan is obviously younger than him, why can he always play with him coldly? "Where are you going?"

"Go and see the 'Four Spirits', a novice sent today."

"You are really popular, even the 'Four Spirits' are very partial to you. Our Yilingge is really beautiful and boundless, suitable for all ages, and can bring people to life wherever they go. ”

"People are too beautiful, that's the trouble."

Qingjue suddenly smoked and wanted to fight back, but he was afraid of being bitten back by Qingyuan's lazy bite. Just as he was about to force Qingyuan to look at him, Qingyuan had already stepped into the side hall with one foot.

"See Young Master Qingjue, Yilinggege." The subordinates immediately saluted, but one person stood upright, persistently trying to grasp the tassel of the palace lamp hanging in the air.

"Presumptuous, I didn't salute when I saw someone!" Qingjue rebuked.

The small figure turned around and glared at the comer, which made Qingjue and Qingyuan slightly stunned for a while.

It's a little girl, a staggering and beautiful baby. She was very white, almost soaked with the luster of pearls, and the apple face was extremely red and tender. The two big eyes stared straight at each other, not afraid of people at all, and seemed to have the momentum to override each other.

"Qingyuan, is this --- a novice to give to you?" Qingjue stammered.

"Yes, my name is Yanran, and people familiar with me call me Yan'er."

The sonorous and clear tone made everyone's ears feel comfortable, but Qingyuan's expression was sharp as usual.

"Why don't you kneel when you see someone?"

"Why should I kneel?"

Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her frank doubts. "What did your master tell you?"

"He asked me to come to your aid and learn from you, but he didn't say he wanted me to kneel."

"If you come to me, you must obey my commands. Kneel down and talk back. ”

"Yes." Yan'er didn't say a word, and knelt down with a bang.

This ceremony is too much, what kind of character is it?

"Look up."

She immediately tilted her head vigorously, and Ren Qingyuan carefully examined her pupils.