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After the maid stopped taking her to the Purple Palace, she went to look for him several times secretly, but was either stopped or ignored. The man never looked at her again and just told people to take her back.

Sometimes she wanted to take her toys to see her two brothers, but everyone she asked just pretended not to hear her.

No one talked to her anymore, so she stopped talking to anyone.

Day after day, the dark and empty palace, the cold air, the memories of each day were always suppressed in the same way, waking up from the pain, sitting on the bed with a pale face, letting people dress her or not.

Until this day, she had breakfast and sat in silence on a chair, the palace door was open, the sunlight cast into the dim and cold palace, but she didn't want to go out either, all the "outside" was equally cold, and there was no place she wanted to go.

A gentle and smiling voice next to her said, "It's spring now, Xixi, don't you want to go out and play?"

She turned her head blankly, and a warm woman stood next to her, leaning over to look at her... She had never seen such a beautiful person, born like a fairy, much more beautiful than the woman next to her father.

She had never heard such a warm voice, nor seen such a gentle smile.

"Let me think... Is Xixi five years old this year? She can play on the swing."

"...What, what is a swing?"

"The swing in the backyard, it's made specifically for you, come on, I'll take you to play."

She raised her arm, not knowing if she held the outstretched finger.

But since she came to this world, this was the first time someone wanted to take her out to play.

Opposite the backyard was a huge high wall, almost the most insurmountable thing in her memory, blocking all sights to that side, sometimes even half of the sky was covered.

In front of the high wall, there was a red swing hanging on the tough old tree. The leather rope was tied very firmly, and the board was tied very flat. It was a little high, so she took some effort to climb up. Then she looked at the woman in a daze, and the woman looked at her in distress.

"How, how do you play?" She lifted her calves twice and said blankly.

"Twist your butt."

She twisted her butt and made the woman laugh: "No, no, I said it wrong, you have to use your waist... Do you have a small waist?"

"Ah?"

"You have to feel it swinging, and then, when it moves forward, you also swing forward, and when it moves backward, you also swing backward... In this way, you will swing quickly."

But she swung on the swing for a whole morning, sweating all over, and the swing could only swing slightly, but she was neither irritable nor crying. In fact, this was the happiest morning she had ever had.

The woman also taught her in a soft voice. She tried hard to learn, and was worried that the woman would dislike her for not being able to learn, but that never happened. The woman seemed to have endless patience.

When the sun passed noon, they left the swing. The woman took her out of the temple gate. For the first time, she had expectations for the unknown place she was going to. On the grass beside their pond, there were many delicate flowers. The woman taught her to pick the beautiful ones and then arrange them into a wreath.

This was novel and fun, but too difficult. She always felt that the flower stems were much bigger than her hands, and at the same time too thin. Either they were broken, or her fingers could not fit into the gaps for a long time.

The woman laughed beside her: "Xixi's fingers are arched like little bugs." This made her unwilling to weave, and she smiled shyly and put her hands behind her back.

She spent a whole afternoon struggling, and when it was almost dusk, she finally made a crooked wreath. Most of the flowers were crumpled and wrinkled. She happily raised the wreath to the woman, and the sweat on her forehead shone in the sunset.

But when she turned around, the woman looked at her quietly and whispered: "I'm sorry, Xixi, I just look at you like this, but I don't help you make a beautiful wreath. Will you be angry?"

"..."

She was a little dazed. Someone taught her to make a wreath like this, and she was very happy.

She subconsciously raised her hand: "...You, will you come to play with me tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow."

"..."

"Wait ten days later, I will come to you again in ten days, okay?" The woman smiled and stretched out her hand, "Make a pinky promise."

...

...

Li Xizhou opened his eyes in confusion and dizziness. In a trance, the dark and cold hall was just like the "nine days" without the woman.

She subconsciously calculated the days, raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, and the touch of the pillow was a large area of ​​cold and wet.

It was no longer spring. The winter night was cold and silent. She was silent for a while, wrapped herself in the quilt, sat up on the pillow, and stared at the window opposite.

…

Although it was called a side hall, the scale was still beyond Pei Ye's expectations. The various rooms and corridors were quite confusing. However, most of them were very empty, obviously no one had used them for a long time. Pei Ye tidied up the lamp and bed, put the sword next to the pillow, and sat cross-legged on it.

The black cat did not light the lamp because it would have to turn it off in a while. It jumped up and coiled up and nestled next to the pillow, and then did not move.

Pei Ye ignored the laziness of the little beast. He leaned against the wall with his knees supported, frowning and thinking about the starting point of the matter. He did not find anything unusual in Mingyue Palace, and it was also written clearly in Grandpa Yue's case file-the sword suddenly appeared, and there was no origin.

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He could almost infer that the assassin came from the legendary spiritual realm, because he had always remembered a detail very clearly - after coming out of the Fantasy Tower, the place where he stood was several feet away from the place where he entered.

Now he knew that it was not a realm of confusion, but a place where a person could really enter and walk physically. The space of the Fantasy Tower corresponded to the space of this world.

But what he didn't know was how this spiritual realm existed. Cold peaks gathered clouds and moss grew in secluded places, so where was the spiritual realm? What was special about Mingyue Palace compared to other places?

How did He Wujian enter? Twenty years ago, a group of people grasped a certain way in and out - whether it had a price or not, it was enough for them to complete such an assassination.

At that time, "Nan Jinfeng" had not yet started smuggling mermaids.

Pei Ye tapped the bed lightly and thought, and at this time he was suddenly stunned for a moment, subconsciously touching the dragon ring under his neck, and was stunned again.

The pulse was something he didn't expect.

He took out the green bird-shaped jade pendant in a daze. After meeting Xu Chuo, he had long forgotten it.

But at this time it floated up, with a watery light flowing on it, as if waiting for some response.

Pei Ye turned his head and stared at the kitten blankly. The kitten seemed to be not surprised at all and said, "It's a magic weapon, just inject true energy."

"How to inject true energy here?"

"It's all lit."

"..."

Pei Ye tried to raise his finger and touch it, and a wisp of true energy was actually sucked away. This small jade pendant seemed to be granted some kind of privilege in this Qilin realm.

Then, like a dandelion blown away by a breeze, the whole jade pendant melted and disintegrated at his fingertips, turning into a green wind and water-like substance entwined between his fingers.

Then, a curtain-like thing was pulled down in Pei Ye's mind.

Three words were outlined on it.

—— "Are you asleep?"