The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Ling was only sent to Wutiao's house to live temporarily for a few days, and would not stay for a long time.

It is said that people from the Wutiao family asked about her current situation, and her father sent her here to live for a few days. In order to explain to the Wutiao family, the Wutiao family confirmed with their own eyes that she was not missing any arms or legs, and it was true. live.

So, after a few days, he still had to be sent back to the first family.

In fact, the past few days in Wujo's house was also very lonely, Wujo Satoru didn't talk much, most of the time he was quiet and silent, like his blue eyes like glaciers.

But he didn't have many servants around him, unlike her father, who crowded in front and back with servants who followed him, and it looked like a big ostentation from a distance.

Ling didn't dare to ask more questions at first, but after more than a month in Yishi's family, she was already scared of being beaten, and she didn't dare to say anything, and she didn't dare to ask more.

On the contrary, Gojo Satoru's servant has an easy-going personality, only treating her as shy, and always likes to chat with her.

She said, "Your personality is very similar to Master Wu. Master Wu is also very quiet most of the time. There are too many people in the yard and he still finds it noisy."

Ling was startled, "Will he be scolded too?"

The servant was amused by her words, "What are you talking about? Who dares to scold Master Wu? Others are too busy trying to curry favor. It's probably because the cursers are too stalking, so Master Wu feels that there are too many people. It's too noisy."

"... Oh." She lowered her head, pursed her lips, and suddenly realized that his fate was different from hers, and no one would scold him.

The servant continued: "Miss I doesn't look like a naughty child, why does it sound like she is often scolded?"

Ling shook her head, "It's because I'm not good enough to meet my father's standards that my father doesn't like me."

The servant just regarded it as ordinary family children competing for favor, and comforted: "Don't worry, after all, we are relatives who are related by blood. Even if I blame you, I will definitely like you."

"……Um."

"Xuezi."

Outside.

A cold child's voice suddenly appeared.

Xuezi is the servant's name. She turned her head quickly, put down the things in her hand, and asked respectfully, "Master Wu, aren't you taking a lunch break? What's your order?"

"Take out the ointment in the medicine box and apply it to her."

The figure in front of the door just left this sentence and walked away. His back was straight, and the arc of his side face outlined the rays of the sun, like a sculpture of a god, drawing a shining silhouette on the window.

The servant was at a loss, she obediently went to find the ointment, and while looking for it, said puzzledly: "Master Wu, what do you mean by this, are you injured?"

"..."

"Huh? Miss I?"

Ling slowly regained consciousness from the shock, and looked at the servant blankly, her mind was blank, only a thought that was delayed.

How did that person know she was hurt.

The servant found the ointment very smoothly. Since he didn't know what kind of injury she had suffered, Master Wu was ambiguous, and she suddenly looked stupid, so he took out all the ointment.

She intends to look at the injury before deciding what ointment to use.

As a result, the trouser legs were lifted up to the thighs, and the servant saw that the knees and calves were covered with bruises, one by one, bruises mixed with deep red, covered with white and tender calves, it was shocking to see.

Only then did the servant realize that something was wrong, and he opened the other trouser leg, followed by his arm.

All were bruises in patches.

She was so startled that she could speak incoherently: "Miss Yi, Yi Shi, why do you have so many bruises? Who hit you?"

Ling shook his head slowly, "Only the palms were beaten, these are not left over from the beating."

Only then did the servant notice that he had neglected the palm of her hand, and hastily went to spread her hand.

However, when she opened her fingers a little, she showed a painful expression.

There are also red marks one after another on the palm of the hand, full of redness and swelling, like bloodstains on the white palm.

She suddenly became angry: "You are the young lady of the first family, how could someone treat you like this? Have you told your father? The head of the first family should make the decision for you, right?"

"..."

She had already taken out the ointment and applied it carefully to Bell.

The ointment is cool to the touch.

Since the skin was not damaged, it was just bruises, so the ointment was not painful to apply, and even the cold feeling made the injured place less painful.

However, she glanced at the window from the corner of her eye and stayed there for a long time.

The sunlight refracted on the glass window, emitting a bright light, just like the boy who came here for a while, his side face and eyebrows are also so bright and bright.

He is like the light refracted on the glass window at that moment.

The light that pierces the night and the fog.

"Eh? Miss I, don't cry, did I hurt you? I'll be gentler, don't cry, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this ointment is very effective, and the bruise will disappear soon."

While applying ointment to her, the servant comforted her softly.

But the tears still flowed down, falling to the ground in strings.

Since leaving the village, no one has cared so much about her injuries, and no one has applied ointment for her.

She was like a firefly that no one discarded and no one cared about. In the rain in the field that day, she was out of tune with the whole world.

Then I suddenly broke into the forest where the wind and rain stopped, and I got that little light and warmth for a short time and by chance.

But it was just that little bit, and she couldn't help but want to dive into it, never wanting to come out again.

on the second day.

evening.

She clasped her palms together and went to the door of enlightenment. The servants at the door did not stop her because of her identity.

"Is Miss I looking for Master Wu? Wait a moment."

Ling stood at the door, clasped his palms together, "Hmm!"

Not long after, the door opened.

Gojo Satoru with an indifferent expression came out from the door, stood in front of her, looked down at her, "What's the matter?"

His voice was as cold as his glacial blue eyes, he was always cold, but he didn't think he was scary.

She presented her folded hands in front of him as if offering treasures, "I'll show you this."

She slowly let go of her palm, and a few caught fireflies flew out of her palm.

At night when the sun had already set, a few fireflies were like faint starlight, which she thought was beautiful, and one of the few things that could be given to him.

She remembered the day when she came to Wutiao's house, the servant said that he liked to watch fireflies.

So she thought, he should like it.

She looked at him cautiously, seeing that his brows and eyes were still cold and he hadn't responded for a long time, her anticipation turned into anxiety.

He retracted his hands restlessly, and began to fear whether he had done something wrong again.

However, Gojo Satoru stopped her hand in mid-air, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in front of him.

The wide sleeves slid down to the elbows, exposing a forearm.

He glanced lightly, "It's almost recovered."

"……Um."

Then there was another long silence.

She felt uneasy and flustered, afraid that scolding and beating would come in the next second.

He turned his head slightly, and asked the servant next to him, "Xuezi, where is the injury on her leg?"

The servant replied: "The bruises have also dissipated a lot."

He nodded, "Then take some more and apply it to her."

She was startled, "Do you want to take it home for me to paint?"

Gojo Satoru was already ready to go back to the room after giving the order, but the body that had just turned sideways stopped, squinting at her, "Are you going back?"

"I, I... I want to go back." She was at a loss, "My lord father said he would pick me up in a few days."

"When he comes to pick you up, you don't have to follow him."

"Then I will definitely be beaten..."

"You are here with me, who can beat you?"

"...?" She reflected what he said slowly, not understanding what he meant for a moment.

However, he was too lazy to say anything more, and walked into the room through the light.

The straight back only left her with one sentence, "As long as you want, I can let you stay here forever. But if you don't want to, I won't force it. The choice is yours."

the next morning.

When the servant was applying the medicine to her, she couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked, "Why did Master Wu know that I was injured?"

After a few days of getting along, she has gradually begun to dare to talk to others, as if she doesn't have to be so restrained in Wutiao's house, no one will beat her, and no one will scold her.

"Huh? Don't you know?" The servant looked surprised instead.

She didn't make a sound, because her father had warned her in every possible way, not to expose that she had been raised in the mountain village all the time, otherwise it would make her die an ugly death.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the servant didn't think too much, because she was always so quiet. She explained: "Master Wu was born with six eyes, and he can get a lot of information that our naked eyes can't see."

She applied the medicine, looked at the bruises on her knees that hadn't dissipated, and frowned: "Why don't you go back to the Yishi family, why did your family make you suffer so many injuries and be bullied?" Is there no one to make decisions for you? Stay here, you are Master Wu's fiancée, no one else dares to bully you like this."

This reminded her of the conversation in the evening yesterday, she was puzzled and said: "I... can I not go back to the family of the first family? But, Father will not let me go..."

The servant smiled at her, "You don't have to worry about that, the Wutiao family wants you to stay, and your father dare not object."

She still felt unreal, "But... can I really stay? The Patriarch of the Wutiao family..."

"You don't have to worry about that, the patriarch has never objected to what Young Master Wu is going to do."

"...I see." She rubbed her eyes, "I'm so envious."

I'm so envious of being pampered like this.

"In short, don't worry about other things, just think about whether you want it or not."

The servant finished applying the medicine and put away the medicine box, "Okay, Miss I will wait for the medicine to dry before moving around."

"Ah."

She sat on the stool, staring at the ointment on her lap, silently watching the ointment dry.

Until the sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

It was the voice of my father.

Her back subconsciously stiffened, her whole body was tense, and her palms trembled.

After a long time, a servant came in and led her out of the yard.

In the yard, she saw the father who frightened her again.

He smiled, maintained the gentleness of being away from home, and said to her, "Esakura, come here, we are going home."

The sun above her head was bright, but she felt that the cold face made her tremble uncontrollably.

She bit her lip and turned her head subconsciously. At that moment, she didn't know what she was looking for when she turned her head.

However, she saw Gojo Satoru walking under the eaves.

His expression was cold, even the bright light did not dye his pupils half warm.

However, the sound of the wind, the shadow of the tree, and the breathing were all still at this moment, only the light blue that he saw from the bottom of his eyes.

He only glanced at her indifferently, and when he raised his eyes again, he looked at the Patriarch of the first generation in front of him.

He said, "Go back, she will stay here."

His tone and attitude didn't have any humility towards the elders, nor did he use honorifics, his tone was as usual, he was still the honorable young master who was praised by everyone in the sky.

If it weren't for his frozen expression without a hint of arrogance, he would feel that he was arrogant, although, he had already stood in a superior attitude.

She often sees fear on the faces of those who are face to face with her father, but there is no trace of fear on his brows. Everyone has to respectfully address the head of the first generation. It seems that in front of him, he is just an ordinary mortal who cannot be more ordinary .

At that moment, her fear reached its peak.

She lowered her head firmly, but still felt her father's eyes resting on her, so she couldn't stop trembling all over.

Father said, "Zhiying, what do you think?"

She trembled, and stuck her throat out of fear, "I, I..."

"I said, she won't go back."

Gojo Satoru spoke coldly again.

Afterwards, he held her wrist, and under the condensed and sharp gaze of the head of the first generation, he gently pulled her to turn and leave.

She followed his footsteps mechanically, neither daring to raise her head nor turning her head back, including the wind that could be caught by her ears, which made her extremely nervous.

When he brought her to a room, she panicked because of fear, so she didn't go to see where it was.

He let go of his hand, "There's no need to be so afraid, as I said, he can't do anything to you here."

"..."

"Zhiying." He called her by her first name for the first time, he didn't care much about etiquette, because he didn't like her last name, so he called her by her first name.

But she hasn't gotten used to her new name, especially when she heard it from Gojo Satoru for the first time.

So she didn't realize for a moment that she was calling herself, and she still lowered her head in panic and anxiety.

He spoke again, "Look up."

"...Eh? Oh, oh, Master Wu, did you just say something?"

"..."

It was his turn to be speechless.

After a while, he turned around, took out a book from the shelf, sat down, "I have nothing to do, read a book with me."

"..."

She stood there in embarrassment.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes and looked over, "What's wrong?"

She blushed, "I... I don't know how to read."

"..."

He seemed to have sighed, but he didn't seem to have. In the flickering light and shadow, his expression was indifferent.

After a while, he said, "Forget it, you should not be old enough to go to school. Then stop reading and teach you how to read."

He tapped the table, "Sit across from me."

She sat down with a sigh of relief, and when she took the pen from him, she realized that her arms were still shaking, and the fear her father had given her had not dissipated.

She suddenly realized that when Gojo Goto said to accompany him to study, it was not that he needed someone to accompany him. Sister Xuezi said that he was too noisy, so how could he let someone accompany him to study? He might have sensed her uneasiness... Thinking like this Distract her.

She sucked her nose and endured it for a while, but the tears still fell down.

Gojo Satoru looked at the tears on the paper, unable to understand: "Why are you crying?"

"I, you... Thank you." She wiped away her tears and spoke incoherently.

She held the pen, "Can you teach me how to write your name first?"

Gojo Satoru didn't care, "Yes."

But she looked at the symbol representing his name written on the paper, desperately trying to remember.

She wanted to remember that those symbols represented his name.

She stared dazedly, and didn't notice what Gojo Satoru said, until he stuffed a piece of paper, "Your name is written like this."

She didn't know those words, so she guessed: "Is Zhiying written on it?"

"That's not it?"

"...Can I write another word?"

He looked at her lightly, noncommittal.

But she felt inexplicably that he agreed if he didn't object, so she couldn't wait to say, "Ling, the bell of the wind chime."