Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Xuan Lingzong, Lingyun Peak

Song Qinglian was sitting in front of the dressing mirror, curiously looking at herself in the mirror, and Song Hongli standing behind her.

Song Hongli held a wooden comb and gently and slowly combed Song Qinglian's hair.

The snow-white sleeves were rolled up a few times and tied behind the elbows, revealing a white forearm with a perfect arc, and a red hairband was tied around the slender white wrist.

Song Qinglian was not used to maids dressing her and combing her hair.

So Song Hongli learned these simple tasks from the maid and came to tie Song Qinglian's hair in person.

To be honest, Song Hongli has been in Lingyun Peak for so many years, but he has never taken care of others so carefully.

It was the same when he was on Earth. Others served him, so how could he serve others.

Coming back to his senses, Song Hongli combed Song Qinglian's hair.

I saw Song Qinglian turned around habitually, his eyes met Song Hongli's eyes that were as cold as tea, and his little hand pulled Song Hongli's right hand.

Song Hongli has been holding the sword for many years, and there is a thin layer of calluses on the outside of the tiger's mouth and index finger of his right hand, which is actually comfortable to touch.

"Master...Master..."

I saw Song Qinglian in front of him looking at him seriously, trying to pronounce the syllables in his mouth.

Song Hongli was a little surprised when she heard Song Qinglian speak for the first time, and tried to discern what she was talking about.

"Master...Master...Father..."

Song Qinglian uttered these two words with great difficulty, and then giggled again.

In fact, to her, she didn't know the meaning of these two words, just like she didn't know the meaning of the three words Song Qinglian.

But she knew it was someone else calling her.

She heard that Song Hongli was her own Master, so she wanted to call Song Hongli by her name.

On the other hand, Song Hongli's mind was blank for a moment, and he was a little dazed.

Song Qinglian's soft and childish voice shouted out those two words, slowly flowing into her heart like warm water on a spring day, slowly hitting Song Hongli's mind.

He didn't know what to say at this time, he just took Song Qinglian into his arms gently, and gently stroked Song Qinglian's back.

For some reason, Song Hongli was really happy when Song Qinglian called him Master.

At this time, Luo Qingzhi with dark circles on his face came over: "Qinglian, are you up yet...

Seeing this, Song Hongli was very surprised and asked.

"Junior sister, what's wrong with you? Why are the eye circles so heavy? Didn't you sleep last night?"

"..."

Luo Qingzhi was drowsy at the moment, and when she heard the voice of her senior brother, she immediately woke up a lot.

She hasn't slept much these days.

She felt very dangerous when she thought of her little nephew holding her brother all day long.

This child is definitely not simple, far from being as simple as it seems on the surface.

I'm with my senior brother every day, the ghost knows if this person will do anything to the gentle and simple senior brother, what if she is eaten and wiped off one day?

It's too late to regret it.

"Uh? Junior sister? Are you all right? Are you too sleepy?"

Song Hongli was a little worried when he saw Luo Qingzhi staring at him in a daze.

So he hurried forward and grabbed Luo Qingzhi's thin fragrant shoulders, shaking her again and again, and finally woke her up.

When Luo Qingzhi saw the worried expression on Song Hongli's face, she suddenly became more awake and explained, "It's okay, senior brother, junior sister is just worried about cultivation recently, so she didn't sleep well."

"Cultivation is important, but your health is still important. Your dark circles are a little heavy. You should go back to the house and rest first. I won't accompany you. I still need to take care of Qinglian, she can't live without me."

"And Qinglian just spoke, she called me Master." Song Hongli talked about this matter, his eyes were like the first melting of ice and snow, and a trace of tenderness flowed unconsciously.

Luo Qingzhi: "..."

On the other side, Song Qinglian smiled mischievously after hearing Song Hongli's words, jumped up and hugged Song Hongli's neck, buried her little head in it and rubbed hard.

From time to time, he raised his head and looked at this man's gentle smile, like the first ray of light in the sky at dawn, passing through the fog and penetrating the sky, making Song Qinglian extremely fascinated.

She really likes this person. The clear scent of tea on Song Hongli's body and the warm neck made her reluctant to let go, and she was deeply infatuated.

"It seems that I can slowly teach you this little guy to write and practice swords..." Song Hongli laughed.

Suddenly, a maid suddenly ran in and said to Song Hongli, "Your Highness, Lord Ling Feng is here to find you."

When Song Hongli heard the name of Peak Master Ling, he felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it, so he had to drag Song Qinglian and go to the front hall together.

I saw Ling Yiting sitting at the table, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He took the lid of the cup with his fingertips and gently scratched the edge of the cup.

He slowly blew away the tea leaves floating on the water and took a sip with his head down.

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