The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

"You..." Zhu Jiuci froze in place, unable to believe it for a while, "You're not from Beiguo State?"

Liang Zhaoge nodded.

"Then you—" Zhu Jiuci hastily bit the tip of his tongue to prevent himself from speaking.

Why don't you go back to the capital city thousands of miles away...

Liang Zhaoge looked at him with a smile, long memories came flooding back.

Childhood memories are lush green towering trees and endless forest fields.

When Xiao Zhaoge was still a six-year-old baby, he could run out of the old pavilion of the Nanjiang clan by himself, ran barefoot across the huge courtyard paved with white stones, and ran out of the tribe gathered along the mossy stone steps. I ran along the stream into the mountain stream, and ran along the winding dirt road into the green forest.

The soil is soft and covered with soft leaves. When he steps on it, his white and tender feet feel like they are stepping on the clouds. Occasionally, when he steps on a stone that pricks his feet, he bends down and carefully buries the stone under the thick soil, thinking that he will never step on it again. .

Although the soles of his feet were cut by thorny thorns several times, he was still willing to run out barefoot. Children are always not afraid of pain.

After stepping on the soft soil all the way, I stepped into the clear stream, the colorful stones reflected under my feet, and occasionally transparent fish got under my feet and fled away.

Xiao Zhaoge felt itchy, lifted his foot to release the poor fish, kicked the cold stream a few times, then ran up the stream, never going back to the soft ground next to it.

When he was halfway up, a huge mossy boulder was lying by the stream, so he stopped his journey up the stream, stepped out carefully, and sat on the blue stone to play the piano.

His precious guqin has been kept here, even though it has been exposed to wind and rain for many years, the timbre is not affected, but the ancient rhyme and clarity are more and more revealed.

The horn strings sounded, and the sparrows came. The birds danced on the verdant old trees, circling and dancing.

Everyone in Nanjiang knew that there was a child named Tianyin in their clan.

Although the scene of the holy spirit shocked the tribe, none of them had the idea of ​​pushing the child to the altar. The simple tribe treated him as usual, leaving him the most sincere childhood.

The understanding of his tribe allowed him to spend the happiest six years.But he still doesn't understand why father and mother turn a blind eye to him.

He hugged the irises from the mountain stream and went to find his mother, but the mother said she was busy and asked him to put it by the window.

Later, the iris withered and couldn't wait for the person who should take it away.

He imitated other children to recite the thousand-character text for his father, but before he finished reciting, his father clapped his hands perfunctorily, "Recited really well, let's go out and play."

He began to learn to play the piano alone, wandering in the mountain stream alone, learned to read the faces of his parents, and when they seemed to be happy, he ran over and quietly dropped a wild flower.

After six years of such an unaccompanied childhood, he remembered that early summer, when he was playing the piano in the mountain stream, the old servant who was sweating profusely came and scared away the sika deer beside him.

He remembered the man saying, "My father and mother don't want you anymore."

"I'll take you away."

He remembered that he refused and insisted on going back to see his parents.

The old servant cried and knelt down, knocking his forehead on the bluestone, the green moss was stained red with blood.

Xiao Zhaoge asked childishly, "Why are you crying?"

"It's too late, come with me!" The old servant burst into tears.

"Father doesn't want me anymore?" Xiao Zhaoge bit her index finger and looked down at her little feet.

The old servant's face was full of grief, and he suddenly stood up cruelly: "No, your parents don't want you anymore, they want me to take you far away and never come back."

"I don't believe it, I need my parents to tell me face to face." Xiao Zhaoge is very assertive, "If my parents tell me personally, I will leave far away and never bother them again."

The old servant was so anxious that he beat his chest and stomped his feet, then suddenly knelt and took two steps forward, "Look at this!"

The old servant put down a cold object in his arms with trembling hands, Xiao Zhaoge picked it up, tears streaming down his face.

"Let's go."

The old servant cried and nodded.

Walking to the stream, Xiao Zhao sang, "Uncle Xun wait a minute."

He ran to the stream and bent down, stretched his little soft hand into the stream, spread out his palm, and the four pieces of broken jade shone brightly.The cold water took away the dark red and dirty traces on the jade, and soon became clear and translucent, as if colorless.

"The dirt has been washed clean." He carefully carried it into his arms, and the cold water soaked his clothes. He looked up at Xun Bo, "Why don't my parents want me anymore?"

A Niang told him that chalcedony is the most important treasure of the people in southern Xinjiang. Everyone has such a piece of jade when he is born. He is still young, so his parents have to keep it for him. But now, they don't even have this most important thing. I don't want to keep it for him.

After all, he was still a child, but he finally couldn't help crying, and big tears fell down on the broken jade.

The old servant covered his face and wept.

"Can I come back?" Xiao Zhaoge asked cautiously after crying enough.

"Your father and mother told you never to come back." Xun Bo took his little hand and started walking anxiously.

He was so eager, with big beads of sweat falling on his face, almost panicked.

Barefoot, Xiao Zhaoge was forced to follow the man to take a shortcut on a thorny road of hard rocks and weeds. Only then did he realize that the forest he loved was actually so dangerous and ruthless.

The old man bent over to carry him, Xiao Zhaoge looked at his bent back and shook his head.

A Niang said seriously that the elderly should be respected.

He tore off his sleeves to cover the soles of his feet, "Let's go."

They turned over two hills away from the family house, he followed Xun Bo out of the mountains, they walked past the village with low bungalows, hid in the donkey cart with haystacks, and occasionally followed the caravan...

In a water city, Xun Bo disappeared. He was carried by people in gorgeous clothes to a ship like a mountain. Those people locked him in an underground dark warehouse. He hugged his knees and opened his eyes wide. It turned out that there are such dark places in the world. .

The water waves were very close to him, rolling under his feet. It seemed that the huge waves could engulf him in an instant. He tried his best to shrink his body so as not to be afraid, but the huge waves broke his eardrums. He was still terrified.

Later, he woke up in the luxurious carriage, the bumps had just calmed down, and the world was surprisingly quiet.He jumped off the carriage, and what he saw was a towering and majestic building with invisible roofs, gorgeous and colorful, like the Crystal Palace mentioned in ancient books.

"What's your name?" A woman with powder on her face looked at him.

He answered truthfully: "Liang Zhaoge."

"From now on, Zhaoge'er will..."

Liang Zhaoge suddenly came back to his senses, Zhu Jiuci lowered his head and pinched his sleeve in front of him, still regretting that he had said something wrong.

Liang Zhaoge touched his head.

Zhu Jiuci raised his head carefully: "Did I say something wrong?"

"Young master, just ask if you want." Liang Zhaoge hid everything, and said slowly, "Actually, it's nothing. I was disobedient when I was a child, and was abducted by Ren Yazi."

Zhu Jiuci grabbed his hand: "Zhaoge really wants to go home!"

Liang Zhaoge lowered his eyes to hide the indifferent faces of his father and mother in his memory, and his determination to be kicked out of the house. He smiled and said, "I don't remember clearly."

Zhu Jiuci frowned, and patted the back of his hand lightly: "Zhaoge is not afraid, this is Zhaoge's home."

Liang Zhaoge hugged him, put his chin on his shoulder, and nodded silently.Feeling the frustration of the person in his arms, he said:

"Young master, do you still want to hear it? I think this book is very interesting. Why don't you read a few more."

Zhu Jiuci's eyes lit up: "Very good!"

Liang Zhaoge shook his head helplessly when he saw that it was easy to coax people.

"In the spring of Yi's 34th year, the first rain came late..."

Qimen Dunjia Tianshu Qitan, Green Field Cangshan Baishi Mountain House, Zhu Jiuci was fascinated: "There is such an isolated peach blossom garden in the world!"

"It's just that the mountains cover it up and ask for a place to recuperate." Liang Zhaoge closed the scroll and put it aside. Tortured by someone's endless questions, he read two pages in half a day. After that, he is not afraid that he will not waste time baby.

"Then what is the Nanjiang tribe best at?" Zhu Jiuci was curious. All the tribes gathered in this way seemed to have some sacred sacrifice-like spells.

Liang Zhaoge paused: "Young master really wants to know?"

Zhu Jiuci nodded.

Liang Zhaoge looked at Zhu Jiuci's eyes, and the light of the white snow behind him refracted into the room, and fell like a mist, covering his face hazyly.He spoke slowly: "Naturally—enchantment."

Zhu Jiuci propped up his chin in doubt: "Enchantment? Then..." His voice suddenly stopped, his eyes blurred like falling clouds, and his heart beat like a beating.

In front of Liang Zhaoge, at some point, he changed into thin clothes, which brushed over his body like a sheer veil, barely covering his fair skin underneath.The placket is half open to reveal the elegant collarbone.He stood up from the water, the sapphire hairpin shook slightly, and there was a dingling sound.

The ink hair was stained with damp, and the tail of the hair dripped with water, but the tulle was not stained with water vapor, large water droplets rolled down like pearls, and the flashy glass was like a fairy's clothes.

In the mist of the steaming heat wave, black hair like ink outlines a touch of provocative beauty, a drop of water slides from the collarbone to the chest, flows all the way from the leg to the slender ankle, and finally dyes at the foot, melting into a puddle of water.

"Drink tea?"

The illusion dissipated, Zhu Jiuci suddenly woke up, he was still sitting in front of the tea table, the white snow light of Xiyuan folded in through the window lattice, the servants were busy with their work in the courtyard, occasionally the brush brushed the branches, the snow accumulated Pat down.

Liang Zhaoge stood in front of him holding a teacup, his face was calm, but his eyes were more lively than usual.Zhu Jiuci blushed, grabbed the teacup in a panic and took a few sips to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

"Young master?"

"Call, what are you calling me for!" Zhu Jiuci felt guilty.

Liang Zhaoge was helpless, he really didn't know how to explain to this stupid person in front of him.He held down Zhu Jiuci who was hiding around with a blushing face: "My lord, this is charm."

Zhu Jiuci paused, and after a while he blushed and said, "It's not allowed to be used in the future!"

Liang Zhaoge was wronged.

"Why is the little prince so overbearing?"

Zhu Jiuci blushed and coughed: "Anyway, it's not allowed!"

"Really..." He recalled the scene just now, and his heart couldn't help beating excitedly, "If Zhaoge doesn't know its power, why not try it on yourself with a bronze mirror!"

Liang Zhaoge was speechless, thanks to him being able to come up with such a ghostly method, no one would use charm on him.

"Okay, promise the little prince."

Zhu Jiuci barely settled down, and his thoughts gradually returned to the right track. He realized what was staring at him and asked, "Did Zhaoge secretly use charm before?"

Liang Zhaoge suddenly stopped talking.

"Zhaoge!" Zhu Jiuci gritted his teeth.

Liang Zhaoge turned and ran away, "I'll go to the ancestral hall to have a look. Some scriptures are old and have to be replaced by new servants."

The author has something to say: Little Black House.

Zhaoge knocked on the door: Xiao Jiu, I was wrong, let me out!

Xiao Jiu: Hmph, I said I used it secretly a few times!

Zhaoge: Just once or twice... Let's do it!

Xiao Jiu roared: Don't think about it unless you say it clearly!

Zhaoge woo woo woo: Probably the first ceremony in the Red Square, drinking medicine, the roof...

boom!

"Don't come out!"

Zhaoge: QAQ, didn’t you ask me to tell the truth! !