Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 592 Zhu Jing sleeps at night (Part )

After the palace maid stopped taking her to the Zi Chen Palace, she secretly went there a few times on her own. However, she was either stopped or ignored. The men no longer looked at her directly and just told someone to take her back.

Sometimes she wanted to take her toys to see her two younger brothers, but everyone just pretended not to hear her request.

No one talked to her anymore, so she stopped talking to anyone.

Day after day, the dim and empty hall, the deep cold air, the memories of each day were always suppressed in the same way. She woke up from the pain, sat on the bed with a pale face, and let people dress her or not.

Until this day, after breakfast, she sat silently on the chair, the door of the palace was open, and the sunlight poured into the dim and cold palace, but she did not want to go out. All the "outside" places were equally cold, and there was no place she wanted to go.

A gentle and smiling voice next to me said, "It's spring now, Xixi, don't you want to go out and play?"

She turned her head blankly and saw a warm-hearted woman standing beside her, leaning over to look at her... She had never seen such a beautiful person before, she was as pretty as a fairy, much more beautiful than the woman next to her father.

She had never heard such a warm voice or seen such a gentle smile.

"Let me think... Is Xixi five years old this year? She can play on the swing now."

"…What, what is a swing?"

"The swing in the backyard is made especially for you. Come on, I'll take you to play."

She raised her arm, not knowing whether she could touch the outstretched fingers.

But for the first time since she came into this world, someone wanted to take her out to play.

Opposite the backyard was a huge high wall, which was almost the most insurmountable thing in her memory. It blocked all views to that side and sometimes even covered half of the sky.

In front of the high wall, there was a red swing hanging on the tough old tree. The leather rope was tied very firmly, and the swing was tied very flat. It was a little high, and she took some effort to climb up. Then she looked at the woman in a daze, and the woman looked at her in distress.

"How, how do I fight?" She crossed her legs twice and asked blankly.

"You shake your butt."

She wiggled her butt, making the woman laugh: "No, no, I said it wrong, you need to use your waist... Do you have a small waist?"

"what?"

"You have to feel it swinging, and then when it moves forward, you swing forward, and when it moves backward, you swing backward... you will swing very quickly."

But she had been swinging on the swing for a whole morning, and sweat was pouring down her face. The swing could only swing very slightly, but she was neither irritable nor crying. In fact, this was the happiest morning she had ever had.

The woman also taught her in a soft voice. She tried hard to learn, but was worried that the woman would dislike her for never being able to learn. But that never happened. The woman seemed to have endless patience.

When the sun passed noon, they left the swing, and the girl took her out of the temple. For the first time, she looked forward to the unknown place she was going to. There were many flowers blooming tenderly on the grass beside their pond. The girl taught her to pick the beautiful ones and then arrange them into a wreath.

This was novel and fun, but too difficult. She always felt that the flower stem was much bigger than her hand, but at the same time too thin. She would either break it or fail to get her fingers into the gap no matter how hard she tried.

The woman beside her laughed: "Xixi's fingers are curled up like little bugs." This made her unwilling to make up a story, and she put her hands behind her back with a shy smile.

She worked hard for the whole afternoon, and when it was almost dusk, she finally finished weaving a crooked wreath, with most of the flowers crumpled and wrinkled beyond recognition. She happily raised the wreath to the woman, and the sweat on her forehead shone with a thin light in the sunset.

But when she turned around, the woman looked at her quietly and whispered, "I'm sorry, Xixi. Will you be angry if I just look at you like this and don't help you make a beautiful wreath?"

"..."

She was a little dazed, but she was already very happy that someone taught her how to make a wreath.

She subconsciously raised her hand: "...You, will you come and play with me tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow." "..."

"Wait ten days, I'll come see you again, okay?" The woman smiled and stretched out her hand, "Make a pinky promise."

……

……

Li Xizhou opened his eyes in confusion and dizziness, and in a trance, the dark, gray and cold hall was just like the "Nine Heavens" where no women appeared.

She subconsciously counted the days, raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and the pillow felt cool and wet.

It was no longer spring, and the winter night was cold and silent. She was silent for a while, wrapped herself in the quilt, sat up against the pillow, and stared blankly at the window opposite.

……

Although it was called a side hall, the scale was still beyond Pei Ye's expectation. The numerous rooms and corridors were quite confusing. However, most of them were empty, obviously no one had used them for a long time. Pei Ye tidied up the lampstand and bed, placed the sword next to the pillow, and sat cross-legged on it.

The black cat did not light the lamp, for it would have to put it out in a moment. It jumped up, coiled up beside the pillow, and lay still.

Pei Ye ignored the little beast's laziness. He leaned against the wall with his knees supported, frowning and thinking about where to start. He did not find anything unusual in Mingyue Palace, and it was also clearly written in Grandpa Yue's case file - the sword suddenly appeared, and there was no origin.

He could almost conclude that the assassin came from the legendary spiritual realm, because he remembered one detail very clearly - after coming out of the Fantasy Tower, the place where he stood was several feet away from the place where he entered.

Now he knew that it was not a state of confusion for the mind, but a place that could really allow a person to enter physically and walk in it. The space of the Fantasy Tower corresponded to the space of this world.

But what he didn't know was how this spiritual realm existed. Clouds gathered on cold peaks and moss grew in secluded places, so where could there be a spiritual realm? What was so special about Mingyue Palace compared to other places?

How did He Wujian get in? Twenty years ago, a group of people had grasped a certain way in and out - regardless of whether it came at a cost, it was enough for them to complete such an assassination.

At that time, "Nan Jin Feng" had not yet started smuggling mermaids.

Pei Ye tapped the bed board lightly while thinking. At this moment he was suddenly stunned. He subconsciously touched the dragon ring under his neck and was stunned again.

The pulsation was something he had not expected.

He took out the green bird-shaped jade pendant in a daze. After meeting Xu Chuo, he had long forgotten about it.

But at this time it floated up, with rippling light flowing on it, as if waiting for some response.

Pei Ye turned his head and stared at the kitten in a daze. The kitten actually seemed to be used to it and said without any surprise, "It's a magic weapon. Just inject your true energy into it."

"How do I inject my true energy here?"

“It’s all lit up.”

"..."

Pei Ye tried to raise his finger to touch it, and actually a wisp of true energy was sucked away. It seemed that this small jade pendant had some kind of special privilege in this Qilin realm.

Then, like a dandelion blown away by the breeze, the entire jade pendant melted and disintegrated at his fingertips, turning into a substance like green wind and water flow that entangled between his fingers.

Then, something like a curtain was pulled down in Pei Ye's mind.

Three words were sketched on it.

——"Are you asleep?"

(End of this chapter)