After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

"Daddy, daddy, I was wrong!" Jiang Liyue looked at her old father who was striding towards her and quickly admitted her mistake. Although she didn't know where she was wrong, it was right to admit it first.

Unexpectedly, the old father's eyes were full of doting and indulgence. He pulled her towards the gate, muttering lovingly.

"Did you go out to do good deeds again today? Did you fight with a noble family's son for a little beggar? Or did you go to the alley to deliver steamed buns to beggars? Look at how dirty you are."

Jiang Liyue stuck out her tongue and smiled foolishly: "We didn't fight. I was very well behaved today. I just met a friend."

"Oh~" The old father's face was full of surprise, without any dignity at all, "Our little Lizi still has friends? Tell daddy about it."

Jiang Liyue began to mutter to herself, and was pulled along all the way, jumping up and down, telling everything she had seen today, without hiding anything.

When they reached the gate, the dogs were stopped. Jiang Liyue looked at her father eagerly. The old father's heart softened and he sighed.

"Okay, okay, someone come, take it down, wash it, and burn it, then send it to the young lady."

The old father tapped her forehead with his finger: "Is that all? Are you satisfied?"

"Daddy is the best~" Jiang Liyue hugged his arm and acted coquettishly, "Be gentle~ Don't hurt them, and find a maid to wash the kingfisher for her, she doesn't like men."

The dog, the bird and the stone refused to leave, so there was nothing they could do, so they had to ask someone to take them to follow Jiang Liyue and wash them near her.

"There are so many rules. How can you not like a bird? Okay, continue." The old father paused. "Forget it, wait a moment. Your mother is cooking delicious food in there. We will talk about it later."

"Yeah~ Mommy is cooking~" Jiang Liyue pulled her old father and ran, "Dad, you have to thank me. It's because of me that you can eat the food that Mommy cooked herself."

"What are you talking about!" The old father disagreed, "Your mother obviously lets you take advantage of me because she loves me."

"Hehe, that's not the case~"

"You little bitch! Stop right there!"

……

The father and daughter were playing and fighting as they headed towards the kitchen, just like an ordinary father and daughter.

With the help of the gentle mother's servants, the father and daughter had just entered the kitchen and finished cooking. The two stopped fighting and hurried over to help.

Jiang Liyue was about to serve the dishes, but her old father got there first: "Get out of the way, you're so clumsy, don't knock it over."

"Mother! Mother! Mother!" Jiang Liyue stomped her feet and ran over to complain.

Her mother took her hand and went to wash it: "Your father, he's not afraid of spilling the food. He's obviously afraid that you'll get burned, so you just leave it there and wait for him to cook."

"Mom is the best~" Jiang Liyue leaned on her and acted coquettishly.

The family of three sat at the table, eating while the father and daughter praised the food endlessly, singing in unison like in an opera, making the gentle and introverted mother laugh out loud frequently.

Jiang Liyue began to mutter, recounting what happened today. The two listened with great interest and always responded. No matter how boring what she said was, there would be various responses.

The atmosphere was warm, and the dog, bird, and stone guarding the door all felt happy. Even a sharp-tongued person like Chu Yingxian became quiet after watching this scene.

The gentle mother even shared some food with them. The old father, while looking down on them, asked someone to prepare fine porcelain basins for them, and also poured a few drops of spiritual liquid into the water, showing the extreme of loving the whole family.

Chu Chaozhao was distracted by the beautiful vase on the table, soaked in spiritual liquid. He stared blankly at the happy family of three and lost his mind for a moment.

She missed her master and her senior brothers and uncles.

It seemed as if they had never eaten with her like this before. The cultivators practiced fasting, but the family before her always did everything by themselves and would sit down to chat and eat.

So this is what a happy family looks like.

She had never seen it.

Jiu Moyi adapted to his identity as a dog very quickly. He ate his meal and muttered, "Don't mention it, I really miss my mother, my grandmother, my brother, my uncles, my aunts, and my old father."

Shangguan Sulan's eyes, which sparkled with colorful light, trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with longing: "It seems like I haven't had dinner with my parents and brother for a long time."

She has heavy responsibilities and has been away from home for many years to gain experience and do business. She hasn't stayed at home for a long time.

The three of them subconsciously looked at Zhuge Fusheng who was lying quietly on the ground, and then immediately turned back.

Jiu Moyi was chewing on the food, thinking: Fortunately, fortunately, I managed to hold back and not say it out loud!

Zhuge Fusheng didn't think it was anything special, not even envious. He had never experienced it before, and he knew it was a luxury.

He was born with a miserable life, how could he deserve all these?

Chu Yingxian remained silent, his eyes, which always wore a smile, dimmed a little.

He once had all of this, but he lost it all.

It was just an ordinary three days, but Jiang Liyue glanced outside intentionally or unintentionally. Everything seemed normal, but she felt inexplicably empty in her heart.

clang--

The silver bells in the courtyard trembled suddenly. As Jiang Liyue moved, the sword in her hand came with a spring breeze. Her body was like flying catkins, she touched the ground with her toes, jumped up, and her sword moves changed suddenly.

Although seemingly weak, the sword was extremely sharp. The sword was as powerful as a rainbow, cutting through the sky and slashing down. Wherever the sword energy went, stones and trees suddenly collapsed and broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Jiang Liyue was practicing swordplay so hard that she forgot herself until a loud noise of collapse was heard. She fell to the ground, looking like she was about to cry.

"It's over, it's over. I broke it again. Dad is going to scold me again. I will be more gentle tomorrow!"

I don't know how many times I have heard this: ...

Several people lazily basked in the sun in the courtyard in various postures, and discussed her sword in a bored manner. They all expressed their opinions on her sword moves, and several people looked at Chu Yingxian.

Chu Yingxian was sleeping on a tree, his head resting on his hands. He glanced at them and said casually, "Nice sword."

Everyone: ...Why do I feel like he is cursing again?

But this time it was really not the case. Chu Yingxian had a high level of cultivation and had lived for who knows how many years. He had also seen many geniuses. However, with the fall of the gods, the already useless immortal cultivation clan became even more useless.

Although the female cultivator below is a little delicate, her sword is sharp and her sword intent has taken shape. She has already understood the true sword intent at such a young age, which is pretty good.

Of course, the most he could do was to let him take one more look at it.

Jiang Liyue is the apple of the eyes of the Jiang couple, so naturally, the best things in the world will be presented to her.

Outside Jiang's house, the whole city was filled with colorful flowers[1], but in her garden it was like a different kind of spring, with rare and exotic flowers blooming everywhere.

Jiang Liyue sat at the table, looking towards the door frequently. The maid waiting on the side handed her a clean handkerchief.

She was wiping the sweat from her forehead when someone came in from outside the door.

"Miss, Mr. Shen is here."

The Jiangs didn't mind her friends being men or women, or coming from any family. As long as they didn't hurt her and weren't evil, they never interfered. So Jiang Liyue had ordered early in the morning that if he came, he should be brought in directly without informing her first.

The two of them stopped just at the gate, and without the owner's consent, they politely did not take another step forward.

"Shen Shubai!"

Jiang Liyue suddenly stood up from the stool, her fair little face was red from practicing sword. She was wearing a goose yellow long skirt and a beaded hair, which was already her simplest style.

She didn't care about anything and walked towards the young man at the door excitedly, without even putting down the sword in her hand.

The silver bells on the sword jingled and bright and colorful petals flew all over the sky.

Shen Shubai was stunned for a moment. He didn't know if it was because the sunlight was too bright or something else, but he felt it was extremely dazzling.

The garden was filled with beautiful spring scenery, but it seemed to have lost its luster in an instant, and was no match for that one person.

"Why are you in a daze? Why haven't you come these days? Did you forget? If you are so careless, the flowers will be mine..."

Jiang Liyue grabbed Shen Shubai's hand and walked straight inside, muttering to herself.

Shen Shubai was stunned, all sounds disappeared, he only saw her red mouth moving, her hand holding his hand, his heart was about to jump out, for a moment he was so confused that he was at a loss.

Realizing his own impoliteness, Shen Shubai suddenly lowered his head.

Why is he so rude today!

Chu Chaozhao's comment automatically popped up: "It's over, young man, you've fallen in love~"

Jiu Moyi grinned like a fool.

This is the first time that a story only appears in a storybook. Shangguan Sulan, who is at the front line of eating melons, watches without moving, with sparkling eyes.

Zhuge Fusheng usually has a cold face and plays the role of a competent black stone.

When Chu Yingxian heard Chu Chaozhao's voice, he gave his followers a look that seemed to show compassion.