I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

Seeing that his face was flushed, Shui Jing was taken aback, hurriedly bent over and lowered him to the ground, frowned and said, "But where is it hurt? Does it hurt?"

Xie Wuyi hurriedly sat up straight, stood up on the ground and said, "No, it's probably because of...a bifurcation."

"Oh," Shui Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Then let's practice after a while, anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

"No need," Xie Wuyi immediately refused, and then felt a little abrupt, and added, "I'm not tired, let's continue practicing."

For some reason, his mind seemed a little chaotic, he didn't want to stop at all, he even didn't want to meet Shui Jing's eyes, he just wanted to concentrate on the moves, which could also be regarded as concentration.

Hearing what he said, Shui Jing didn't try to persuade him any more, and said, "That's fine."

Shui Jing stepped aside again, watching Xie Wuyi swing his sword again.

Not long after watching it, he narrowed his eyes slightly. He always felt that Xie Wuyi's movements had become a little hasty, full of mistakes and omissions, not as accurate and smooth as before.

Just as Xie Wuyi flew up to a corner of the rockery and then used his strength to bounce back and hand out a sword, a figure suddenly fell out from the corner of the rockery facing his sword.

Xie Wuyi's face turned pale with shock, but he stabbed with [-]% force with his sword, and he couldn't turn around at all. At this critical moment, Shui Jing flew forward and rushed to break the bamboo with his hand before the sword tip pierced the person. The sword goes up.

Although the bone sword was lifted, the bamboo in Shui Jing's hand was cut off instantly by the fine bone spurs on the blade. The bone sword suddenly lost its support and was about to fall again. One grasped the blade.

Blood flowed down the sword, and the person who appeared from behind the rockery had already fallen to the ground, staring at Shui Jing's hand holding the blade with wide eyes in horror.

"Master!" Xie Wuyi shouted eagerly.

Shui Jing let go of the blade, lowered his hand and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter."

The blood was still dripping down his fingertips, sinking one by one into the weeds under the rockery.

Xie Wuyi let go of the bone sword in his hand, strode over to Shui Jing's side, held up his right hand, saw the deep wound with bone visible at a glance, and said anxiously: "I'll go to the imperial doctor!"

"Hey, hey," Shui Jing hurriedly grabbed him with his uninjured hand, "No need, it will heal itself after a while."

Xie Wuyi frowned and stared at him closely, with complicated emotions in his eyes, he didn't know if it meant disbelief or something else.

Shui Jing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly guessed what Zhi Wuyi was thinking at the moment, and said with a smile: "Hey, I warn you not to take trouble on yourself again! This injury has nothing to do with you."

Xie Wuyi frowned a little more, apparently disagreeing with what he said.

Shui Jing clenched his injured hand into a fist, broke free from Xie Wuyi's grip, turned his head to look at the little baby who had fallen to the ground just now, and was still shivering at this moment.

This little doll looks to be only three or four years old, because it is still young, and it is not obvious from the appearance that it is male or female. Fortunately, it is wearing a small embroidered skirt, which makes it obvious that it is a female doll.

The girl's cheeks are pink and tender, her chubby mouth is slightly shriveled, her head is pierced with two small hairpins, and her big eyes are staring at the mirror with tears in her eyes. Lovely.

Shui Jing wanted to put on airs to reprimand her, but after seeing the girl's lovely and pitiful appearance, she couldn't say any more words of reprimand, so she knelt down and asked warmly, "Who are you? Why are you here? "

It's okay if you don't ask, but his question made the teardrops in the girl's eyes fall out, and then, like a flood bursting a bank, a lot of tears fell down.

"Eh……"

Shui Jing didn't expect her to react like this, and she had never dealt with such a situation before.

The little baby pursed her mouth and shed tears, but Shui Jing didn't know how to comfort her for a long time, so she could only squat on the spot and blink.

The little baby probably didn't expect that this person would really watch her cry so coldly, and while crying even more out of breath, she looked up at Xie Wuyi who was standing aside in aggrieved manner.

Seeing her looking at him, Xie Wuyi sighed helplessly, took a step forward, and before he could bend down, the little baby opened his arms, as if eager to be embraced by him.

Xie Wuyi chuckled, bent down and picked her up, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped her tears, patted her on the back and said softly, "Okay, Que'er is not afraid."

Although Xie Wuyi's coaxing was gentle, his voice was a little cold. Shui Jing didn't think these two words could have any consoling effect, but unexpectedly, the girl really stopped after being coaxed by him for a few words. tears.

Shui Jing squatted on the spot, raised his head and raised his eyebrows, a little in disbelief.

I saw the doll lying on Xie Wuyi's shoulder, hugging his neck, sobbing softly while calling intermittently in a soft voice: "Tai... son... brother..."

Shui Jing was slightly taken aback when he heard this address.

Prince brother?

Shui Jing didn't remember that the Lord Yu had a daughter. When did Xie Wuyi have a younger sister?

Xie Wuyi saw Shui Jing frowning, but ignored his doubts, bowed his head and said, "Master, hand."

Listening to the endless words, Shui Jing looked at him inexplicably, Xie Wuyi raised his chin towards his right hand: "Let me see how the injury is."

"Oh."

Only then did Shui Jing realize what he was talking about, stood up, and spread out her right hand.

The blood that flowed out before had already solidified in the palm, and the incision was indeed healing by itself as Shui Jing said, and now only a shallow thin mark remained.

Xie Wuyi breathed a sigh of relief, and then reluctantly let go.

He looked down at the little doll in his arms, and whispered to Shui Jing, "This is...the virgin by the sea that day."

Hearing these two words, Shui Jing immediately remembered.

That night at the beach, the weeping mother once said that the father of the "virgin girl" who was used for sacrifice was a fisherman who disappeared at sea, and her mother crashed into the altar and died on the day of sacrifice, leaving only the little girl alone, and was killed The prince took it back to the palace.

It's just that Shui Jing didn't expect that this little doll would call the prince "brother", which seems to be against etiquette in the palace.

However, whether it is in accordance with the etiquette has never been Shui Jing's nosy business, he is more curious about why such a small child would run around in the palace.

Before he could ask, Xie Wuyi lowered his head and asked, "Que'er, where's Aunt Zhou?"

Since the little doll entered the palace, Aunt Zhou has always been taking care of her. Aunt Zhou has always been cautious in doing things, and she doesn't seem like someone who can lose the child.

The little baby buried her head on his shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Sleep."

Xie Wuyi stroked her soft hair, and said angrily, "Then you sneaked out?"

After hearing this, the little baby didn't know what to think of, not only didn't feel nervous, but instead smiled through tears, nodded and gave an embarrassing "hmm".

Shui Jing heard Xie Wuyi mouthful of "queer", couldn't help being curious, patted the little baby's arm lightly, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

The little baby's head lying on Xie Wuyi's shoulders turned slightly, her eyes were still a little wet from tears just now, but she was already showing a sweet smile, and there were small dimples on each cheek, she looked at the water. Jing blinked and replied, "Smoky Bird."

"Swallow?" Shui Jing smiled, "Do you have an older brother named Honghu?"

Xiao Yanque didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, let alone what Shui Jing was laughing at, but she shook her head solemnly and said, "My brother is not called Honghu."

Shui Jing was stunned: "You really have a brother?"

Yanque gave him a strange look, then tightened his arms around Xie Wuyi's neck, and said, "My brother's name is Prince."

This time, not only Shui Jing, but even Xie Wuyi couldn't help chuckling, Yanque felt the tremor in his chest, raised her head and said softly, "Did Queer say something wrong?"

Xie Wuyi shook his head with a smile and said, "No."

"Oh."

When Yanque got the answer, she turned her head to Shui Jing again, with a little complacency on her face, as if to say, "You see, I'm right, right?"

Xie Wuyi looked at Shui Jing and explained: "Master, this 'smoke' is not the 'swallow', but the 'smoke' of 'smoke and dust'."

Shui Jing nodded, looking at Yan Que's smug face, she couldn't help but want to tease her, and asked, "Que'er, you are called Brother Prince, then I am the prince's master, what should you call me?"

Yanque pursed her mouth, frowned and thought hard for a while, then suddenly her eyes lit up, and she replied: "Grand Master!"

Both Shui Jing and Xie Wuyi couldn't help laughing. After laughing for a long time, Shui Jing stopped laughing, looked at Yanque and said slowly: "Bright eyes, bright stars and deep smile, childish words and humorous words are innocent, and everything is lovely and clever. -"

He raised his hand and gently scratched the tip of Yanque's nose, and then said the last sentence: "It is suspected that Fairy Fairy has fallen into the mortal world."

Yanque blinked half-comprehensively. Although she didn't quite understand the meaning of these words, she seemed to understand that they were good words. She grinned sweetly and opened her arms towards Shui Jing.

Shui Jing was taken aback for a moment, then realized that she wanted to be hugged by him, and thought of the blood stains on her right hand, so she stretched out her left hand to take her over.

Yanque giggled and called softly, "Brother Grand Master."

Shui Jing was amused again, and responded with a muffled chuckle.

Xie Wuyi freed his hand, took the handkerchief that wiped Yanque's tears in his hand, lowered his head and held up the water mirror with his right hand to wipe the blood for him, and said while wiping: "Master always writes poems for others, why don't you take out the handkerchief?" Do you want to change your name?"

Shui Jing let him wipe it with his hands, and said casually: "Why, isn't the teacher's name bad?"

Xie Wuyi said slowly: "It's not bad at all, but I heard from the national teacher that the name of master is still shared with carp, so it's not exclusive."

Shui Jing was a little surprised, and joked: "I remember you said that the national teacher is not a talkative person? Why did he tell you this?"

Xie Wuyi said: "It's not that the national teacher took the initiative to mention it, but I asked."

"Oh?" Shui Jing asked curiously, "Then what else did you ask?"

Xie Wuyi said without any concealment: "A lot, about Master, I have asked all the questions that can be asked, and the ones that cannot... have almost been asked."

Shui Jing was a little confused, blinked and said: "What do you mean 'you can't ask'?"