After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

After the city wall of Sunjia Village was built, Xiang Ci poured spiritual spring water on their fields under the protection of Ye Kai.

That night, I dreamed of the little prince Chu Shui.

Xiang Ci looked at his little hands and feet and asked Tangyuan: "Tangyuan, let me test you. How old am I this year? Do you still remember?"

Tangyuan looked at such a cute little prince, his eyes widened with a smile: "Remember, little prince, you are five years old this year."

Oh, the five-year-old prince.

Xiang Ci took the glutinous rice balls and played freely around the palace.

In addition to looking at the palace eight hundred years ago, she also wanted to get more information.

See what connection you have with this little prince.

When his short legs got tired from walking, he let the guards carry him.

This body is really too small. I haven't walked much at the end of the day, but my legs are extremely tired.

But fortunately, she saw Mrs. Wang again.

When Mrs. Wang saw her, her face was extremely distorted.

It was just that the guards and Tangyuan were there, but Mrs. Wang just stared at her and left with hatred without making a move.

Xiang Ci looked at Mrs. Wang's back and frowned, confused.

Since Bai Lu knew that Mrs. Wang had harmed her son, why did she still let her come into the palace?

Is there any reason in the palace that Mrs. Wang has to come?

Or, Queen Bailong needs to use Mrs. Wang, a jealous woman, to bring some false news to the person behind it?

There is Xiang Ci, a fourteen-year-old soul who has a photographic memory after drinking the water from the spiritual spring. The little prince of Chushui focuses on learning everything quickly and well.

The main reason is that Xiang Ci is really worried about learning these things, so he can only learn it quickly and then get the news.

Xiang Ci had learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting before.

If you listen carefully to the differences from modern times, you will learn quickly and well, and it is fun to have extra time.

In order to cope with the dangers that the young prince Chu Shui would encounter in the future, Xiang Ci even made Fang Tian dance like a tiger with a halberd.

Moreover, her Fang Tian painted halberd was specially customized and looked perfect in her hand.

Xiang Ci is extremely proud of her chic, domineering and free life.

He looked like a prince, with his chin raised high.

When I was going up the steps, I accidentally fell forward.

Xiang Ci hissed in pain.

A familiar voice came to my ears: "Oh..."

Xiang Ci suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the familiar roof, and stroked his forehead.

Yes, I woke up from the dream.

At the dinner table, she told her family about the dream in general: "I practice halberd, chess, calligraphy and painting every day. The little prince Chu Shui is really pitiful."

After thinking about it, I felt something was wrong, so I added another sentence: "He can learn it as soon as he learns it. He is really a child prodigy."

Xiang Xinjin, who had a calm face, had a smile in his eyes: "Historical books record that Prince Chu Shui was a child prodigy, both civil and military."

It's just a pity that he died young.

No matter how smart the little prince of Chu Shui is, he can't defeat the bastard who wants to take over his kingdom.

It's like the clever little rabbit can't defeat the cunning old fox.

In the first half of that night, there were still various ways to die, and Xiang Ci was so painful that he didn't want to talk.

We arrived at the little prince Chushui's place in the middle of the night.

This time, the young prince Chu Shui brought him to meet the legendary national master.

The Imperial Master is the grandfather of Prince Chushui. He is dressed in purple Taoist robes, has snow-white hair, and has an evil appearance.

A true childish face with white hair and white hair.

If I were standing with my grandmother, I would think that my grandfather is my grandmother’s child.

When Xiang Ci saw the Imperial Master, he was stunned for a long time before he said, "It looks good!"

The Master of the State smiled, and it was a smile that captivated the city, and another smile captivated the country.

Well, a man's smile can also be described like this.

Queen Bailu is stunning, but not half as good-looking as the Imperial Master.

Xiang Ci recalled the appearance of Prince Chushui in the bronze mirror and had to sigh.

Prince Chushui's appearance was not half as beautiful as Bai Lu's, let alone his grandfather's.

Thinking about Prince Chushui's beauty, the points are all added to the two eyebrows that resemble his grandfather's.

Xiang Ci thought and raised her eyebrows. Does she only deserve these two eyebrows?

The Imperial Master smiled again and said, "You are very happy, kid. Go and play while I talk to your mother."

Xiang Ci's heart moved. What her grandfather said to her mother alone must have been about that person.

She had to listen secretly.

Thinking of this, Xiang Ci obediently bowed and excused himself, and said to Tangyuan: "Tangyuan, let's play hide-and-seek. I'm going to hide. Come find me."

Tangyuan complies.

While Xiang Ci was preparing the glutinous rice balls with his back to him, he took advantage of his short body to sneak into the side hall where his grandfather and mother-in-law were discussing matters.

Bai Long squeezed the handkerchief tightly and gritted his teeth: "Then what should we do? He actually did this."

"As long as I'm here, I won't let him succeed." The Imperial Master comforted her, "He will do anything, and I will defeat him. The difficulty is..."

The Imperial Master sighed slightly: "If he really wants to die together, we, the three generations of the Bai family, may not be able to stop him."

"Does he really want to use himself to curse?" Bai Long exclaimed, "He would rather lose his soul than drag us Bai family to hell together?"

The Imperial Master frowned slightly: "I am not afraid of going to hell, nor am I afraid of losing my soul. But he will not do this to our Bai family."

"In his eyes, this method is too simple and too cheap for our Bai family."

Xiang Ci was a little confused when he heard this. Is this statement a bit contradictory?

Bai Lu's eyes showed anxiety: "Is this a cheap method? What exactly does he want to do? If he wants my life, he can take it. Why do he do such dirty tricks behind his back?"

The Imperial Master was silent.

Bai Lu said again: "Your Majesty said that if he wants the country of Chu, he will give it..."

"He won't want it." The Imperial Master looked into the distance, his eyes unfocused, "His appearance and behavior are eccentric. As long as he wants to, there is no reason."

"For decades, he has been like an ant, eating away at Chu State bit by bit..."

"I can't guess what he wants to do?"

The Imperial Master's voice was soft: "But don't worry, I will use my life to protect you, your mother, and Shui'er."

Xiang Ci, who was eavesdropping, wanted to hear more, and an ooh sound suddenly sounded.

She turned around in shock and suddenly saw the familiar roof.

Well, it's back again.

After telling his family about this dream incident, Xiang Xinjin recorded the incident.

Finally, he drew a circle on the name of the National Preceptor: "The National Preceptor is the key."

"The 'he' he mentioned is eating away at Chu State bit by bit, but he doesn't want the country of Chu."

"Weird appearance..."

Xiang Xinjin looked at his family and said firmly: "I think it has something to do with the natural disaster in Chu State."

Ye Kai frowned, confused and curious: "Is it related to our current natural disaster?"

As soon as these words came out, the Xiang family members felt a chill running down their spines, and a stream of cold air rushed from the soles of their feet to the sky.

Xiang Xinbai suddenly realized: "Yes, it must be related, right? Otherwise, how could Xiao Qi borrow the body of the little prince Chu Shui and hear and see so much?"

"And after pouring spiritual spring water on crops in other villages, I will dream of the little prince of Chushui."

"If you don't give me spiritual spring water, you won't have a dream. What message is conveyed in this dream?"

The pickles on Xiang Xinjin's chopsticks fell into the bowl and he blurted out: "Stop the natural disaster and save the Chu Kingdom!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt cold and had goosebumps all over their bodies.