The author and protagonist HE [Transmigration Book]

People always expect themselves to be the most special one.

Perhaps it is the commonality of all sentient beings.

No matter how shallow the relationship is, people will have such needs unconsciously.

If only she had eyes on me.

If only she belonged to me alone.

If only she cried for me and laughed for me.

……

But can such a need be called "love"?

While Pei Qiuyue continued to make that absurd love speech, Hua Feixue slowly calmed down.

She knew that Pei Qiuyue was just too stimulated and needed a vent to regain her composure.

After all, he is someone who can easily kill the old national teacher, and killing Hua Feixue is not just a matter of fingertips.

Hua Feixue was indeed attached to Xiao Muyu, but from the perspective of a normal person, she might not be happy to be treated like that.

Facing such a person with unknown power, what Hua Feixue did was tantamount to stepping on the line back and forth at the gate of hell.

It's fine if it's an enemy, and you may be able to fight if you are always vigilant, but at that time, everyone doesn't see the saint in their eyes.

It was a miracle that Hua Feixue survived without any precautions.

If you change to a less serious occasion, you can only joke "because of love".

"Axue." Pei Qiuyue paused as she spoke, followed by a long silence.

It's a sign she's calmed down.

"I don't know what kind of feelings you have for her, and I can't be sure if she is really in love with you—even if I know she must have some special feelings for you. But."

Pei Qiuyue emphasized her tone: "But, as a friend, I don't want you to really be with her."

As a friend, I was afraid that Hua Feixue would get hurt.

As a courtier, he is even more resolutely opposed.

Because her power is beyond the cognition of ordinary people, and she can bear it for such a long time under the pressure of her ability.

No matter what the purpose of forbearance is, it is enough to prove that this person's patience, acting skills, and thoughts are unfathomable.

"DANGER" in all caps from head to toe.

Hua Feixue didn't refute Pei Qiuyue's words, but she still asked one more question: "If she is really just a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, wouldn't you object?"

Pei Qiuyue nodded unabashedly: "Yes."

"I once sent someone to investigate in the hometown of the Holy Maiden. It is also the Northland. It was exiled to Xuefu Country due to natural disasters, but the Holy Maiden did not have any memories of the past when she entered the temple."

"She didn't even recognize her separated biological parents. Her parents didn't do anything bad to her, and even almost died trying to save her."

"And there are no such white flowers in her hometown."

This was the first time Pei Qiuyue talked about it with Hua Feixue.

The thorough investigation of the saint's background was done without telling Hua Feixue, and it took a lot of effort.

Although Hua Feixue might not be aware of it at all, Pei Qiuyue just pretended that she didn't know, so she didn't inform her of the result.

"Because the origin of the saint at that time can be tested, and she really has no foundation and no spiritual power. Mr. Shen also said that the physical condition of the saint is impossible to cultivate, and she is even weaker than ordinary people."

"Then with the strength of the princess, she can naturally handle it easily. Even if she plays some tricks, it's not so easy for people in the small courtyard to stare at her all the time."

"So even if there are some mistakes and omissions between the saintess' self-report, I just think that her memory of her childhood is confused and she can't remember clearly."

In short, when the saintess was not threatening, Pei Qiuyue would turn a blind eye as long as the princess liked her, and would even try to mediate among the ministers and even the old emperor for them.

As for those substitutes, freedom, reputation... etc., they are all secondary things.

In this world, spiritual power is the foundation and origin of all power.

A person with spiritual power is not necessarily strong, but a person without spiritual power must be a waste.

At least that's the case with the physical barrier.

It is almost impossible for a person without spiritual power to harm a practitioner.

Unless it is an extremely close person who is undefended, a large number of underground poisons are stabbed by the way.

But Pei Qiuyue felt that the princess could never do this to the saint.

And not all the people left behind in the palace are deaf and blind.

But the fact today is that a "trash" who has been diagnosed as unable to practice many times easily suppressed the old national teacher who made the princess, Pei Qiuyue and others secretly vigilant for many years.

So Pei Qiuyue's attitude changed drastically in an instant.

"You are the princess, the soon-to-be queen, the monarch of the country under your feet, and the protector of your subjects. You must not be controlled by others."

"And I myself...don't want you to face any more risks."

Nothing more than responsibility and risk.

Based on sanity.

Hua Feixue didn't think there were any mistakes or omissions in what Pei Qiuyue said, she calmly nodded and accepted the other party's persuasion and suggestion.

"I know." Hua Feixue said, "I won't run out to find her desperately, don't worry."

As she said so, she subconsciously raised her head and stared into the distance for a long time.

It's not like letting go just for a while.

Pei Qiuyue sighed secretly in her heart, as if she still couldn't accept Xiao Muyu's contrast until now.

If there were no messy contradictions and responsibilities...

Pei Qiuyue shook her head and didn't think about it any further.

She turned her head and saw that the soldiers who had cleaned up the mess had already finished their work, and they were currently resting at a place a little further away under the leadership of General Pei.

From a distance, only a few small black dots can be seen.

Pei Qiuyue got up, winked at the doctor next to her, and signaled her to leave with her first.

When he saw Pei Qiuyue coming back, General Pei came up to him and asked, "How is the princess?"

Pei Qiuyue shook her head: "Let her calm down, she will be fine when she goes back."

She said it with certainty, and no one else doubted it.

So General Pei asked one more question in private: "It seems that we won't be able to see Mrs. Saintess in the future."

"maybe."

Pei Qiuyue replied, and subconsciously turned her head to take a look.

Hua Feixue was still sitting alone, looking into the distance.

Pei Qiuyue remembered this slightly bleak scene for a long time.

But she never understood what Hua Feixue was thinking at that time.

What she also didn't know was that the wind and snow blowing over the wilderness that day was like Hua Feixue had been staring at it for countless time.

Somewhere on top of a mountain.

Xiao Muyu sat on the edge of the cliff, crossed her legs, propped her forehead, and looked down in a daze.

She is surrounded by the edge of the snow-capped mountains, and when looking down, it is covered with scattered thin snow, but more places are lush green branches and leaves, which are full of vitality at a glance.

The chirping of birds in the mountains and forests is close at hand, as if hovering directly above.

But she knew that when she looked up she couldn't see the birds.

Those chirping birds may be thousands of miles away.

This can be counted as her "ability".

It has been showing clues since a long time ago—until the first time when I encountered an ambush from an old fruit tree in the forest, this ability could already come in handy.

better than nothing.

At that time, the threat of life and death had disappeared, and the princess voluntarily backed down a step. When there was no danger, Xiao Muyu's desire and demand for new abilities gradually declined, and in the end it became "as long as I can save my life". degree.

That's what she told herself, but she couldn't tell what was going on in the depths of her heart—a place that even she couldn't easily touch.

Perhaps I have also looked forward to those forces that can easily destroy the world and control life and death.

Xiao Muyu won't think too much about this kind of issue, but she can't stop when the time comes.

The old national teacher's plan made her feel a little funny, and even wondered whether the curse of her previous demotion had played a role.

She felt that this was an excellent undercover opportunity, so she easily penetrated into the enemy without asking for help or resisting.

Originally, she wanted to wait until Hua Feixue was really exhausted before helping out—after all, the grievance between Hua Feixue and the old master was not small, and she probably hoped to avenge herself.

But it was just waiting until the other party was injured once.

Xiao Muyu was a little surprised to find that she would actually feel angry because of this——

It's like the feeling of "something that I love so much is destroyed by other people".

Although such an analogy may not be appropriate.

But the mentality is roughly the same, and I can't find a more appropriate description.

It was at the moment when holding Hua Feixue's hand and stabbing the sword into the vital part of the old national teacher's body, something was opened in Xiao Muyu's mind.

It was as if an invisible switch in the void had been pressed.

"pat-"

After a soft sound, thousands of voices flooded into Xiao Muyu's mind at the same time.

Wind, rain, thunder, insects, birds, children crying, women laughing, men roaring, old people crying...

There have been similar brief experiences, but none as majestic, fluid, and clear as this one.

It might sound chaotic, but it's actually not that noisy.

Xiao Muyu miraculously identified the source of each sound, and was able to deduce the cause and effect from fragmentary fragments.

Even "future".

She knew that the smiling woman would be angry at being slapped the next second, and then she would impulsively pick up the vase beside her and throw it at the man's head.

The old man wept for his child who died young, and soon he would find out that his child was not dead, but just choked on his trachea because of playing and stealing food.

The happy singing bird will soon meet its natural enemy, and will be buried in the belly of the natural enemy after a fierce battle.

In a certain forest, the last leaf on the leaves is about to fall to the ground, and then a gust of wind blows, which will carry it into the running water and eventually into the ocean.

……

The huge and complicated flow of information quickly poured into Xiao Muyu's consciousness.

That means the world has truly accepted her.

But Xiao Muyu was unprepared, and when he realized it, the god who had been stunned for a moment, for the first time broke away from the state of being unable to control himself without warning.

Then she fell into another mysterious and mysterious state——

When she looked down at the sword and the blood in her hand, she realized that if the blade deviates by one centimeter to the left, the old national teacher will die completely.

When the line of sight continued to slide down, Xiao Muyu saw the profile of Hua Feixue in his arms.

Her eyes were very bright, and she felt a bit of the pleasure of getting revenge, and soon got some water mist, but she might not have noticed it.

Hua Feixue looked like she was about to cry.

Is it because of happiness?

Or because of sadness?

Xiao Muyu just thought about it for a while, and she "saw" another scene——

After confirming the death of the old national teacher, Hua Feixue was stunned for a long time, until Xiao Muyu let go of his hand and was about to stand up and retreat.

Hua Feixue turned her head suddenly, her eyes fixed on Xiao Muyu's face.

"Are you leaving?" Hua Feixue asked her.

Then when she didn't realize it, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed Xiao Muyu's wrist, straightening her back slightly.

A bloody kiss landed on the corner of her lips.

Then, the same voice sounded in reality——

"Are you going?"

Xiao Muyu blinked, and saw Hua Feixue was pulling her sleeve, looking up at her.

Before giving any response, Xiao Muyu's answer was even faster than consciousness.

"Yes."

At that time, she didn't even think of the agreement on the term of protection.

Although Xiao Muyu always felt a little sorry when she saw the disappointment in Hua Feixue's eyes, she still fidgeted as if she had been pricked by a needle.

She would never admit that it was fleeing.