The scenery is unique above the night sky.

It can be clearly seen that a touch of white fish gradually rose on the horizon in the east.

The light shines among the clouds, and there is tranquility.

The howling wind swept the airflow, and the hood of the car trembled slightly.

"It's going to land, hurry up!"

He reminded the girl beside him, and then a brief weight loss caused a strong feeling of discomfort in his body.

Landing on the soft mudflats, the train has returned to normal.

"Okay, okay, don't be so tight."

He patted his tender white arms tightly strangled around his neck with comfort, and Luo Qing signaled her to let go quickly.

Caixiang, who had never been on the plane, closed her eyes tightly in fear, and she was holding a few tears.

The strength in his hands was very strong, and he was like a koala, clinging tightly to him.

“Yes…I’m sorry…”

After opening his eyes, the girl's face turned red, she let go of her arms and quickly bowed to apologize.

A strand of hair that stretches to the waist is swept on the face, causing a little pain.

"you……"

Luo Qing wanted to speak but stopped:

"Actually, don't be so polite... Alas, forget it!"

The various etiquettes in this country are complicated and persuasion is useless.

So I gently touched her head, which was smooth and smooth, and had a good feel.

"Go away."

"Hey hey, why is this like this!"

"You can't touch your head!"

The girl was obviously embarrassed and angry at this way of treating children.

Several dull morning stars were shaking and hanging from the sky.

Walking shoulder to shoulder on the asphalt road, among the lush green woods on both sides, there are ancient imitation Tang buildings.

Sometimes there may be one or two brightly winged birds, dragging their long tails and jumping step by step on the branches.

Seeing someone approaching, I blinked, thrust a few times, flew away quickly, and ran to the other side.

There are countless such birds in the woods.

One by one, some were singing melodious songs, some were pecking at the tender green yellow buds, and some were cleaning each other's wings... but more, they were looking at the two of them intentionally or unintentionally.

Here, it has entered the barrier of the clan land, and these large number of birds are all Shikigamis affiliated to the family.

There are still tens of thousands of them, and it is unknown.

Once non-licensors sneak in, they must first face these ubiquitous sights.

When I approached the mansion, I saw someone standing in the morning light from afar.

Aoki Mai's hair is tied up with a high bun, wearing a slim lady's suit, and her hands are neatly folded on her lower abdomen, as if she has been waiting for a long time.

When Luo Qing approached, she bent down to salute:

"Young Master Qing, the master is in the meeting hall, and the second wife is waiting for you."

Then, she turned to the somewhat uneasy Aika and glanced over with a slightly stern look.

She seemed to notice the vague sense of protection from the boy, and she did not punish him.

Just paused, and heard her calm and alienated voice:

"Miss Muhuakai, your teacher will tell you that there are three days of courses a week, two hours a day."

"Although your swordsmanship has a foundation, my swordsmanship is profound and not something that can be achieved every day. Please don't let down the opportunity."

After explaining this, she turned sideways and made way.

Behind him, the heavy long iron door slowly opened to both sides.

Luo Qing didn't mean to communicate more with her, she was just silent.

The solemn atmosphere made Caixiang, who wanted to speak, choke.

Looking around, she still felt that it was unqualified to not answer.

"Thanks."

When passing by her, the girl stopped and bowed to thank her.

Then, he immediately ran away and took a small step to catch up with the dull boy.

"Why?"

After walking far away, the girl asked out a little recklessly.

Then he bowed and apologized again:

"I'm sorry, if... I can't say it..."

“There is nothing to say.”

The boy responded without stopping.

"She is my father's lover. It only broke out last year that I actually have a sister.

My mother had a little stalemate with her, and told me not to give her a good face in the past two years."

"Uh...hehe..."

Caixiang smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

"By the way, I may not be able to catch up with class time today. You can go and ask for a leave for me."

Looking at the sky, Luo Qing kindly reminded:

"If you are in a hurry, you can borrow a bicycle, which will be faster."

Caixiang’s home is still a little far from the school.

It also takes fifteen minutes to have a bicycle, and if you hike, it is a bit far.

"Thank you, Qingqiu Yuanjun."

After seeing off the girl, the voice of her mother Saori came from behind:

"A very serious child and hardworking."

"I have suffered and know how to cherish it. Such a girl will definitely belong to the Gu family in the future."

Turning around, Luo Qing saw his mother with a few people behind him, as if he was about to go out.

“Where are you going?”

"I'm going to go to the temple where the Divine Swords are worshipped."

In the morning, she stood in the dividing line between light and shadow, staring at the boy in front of her, sighing:

"Qingjiang, this time I see you, the light on you is even more obvious."

A layer of hazy soft light shines out from the inside, and the bright light covers the body like jade.

"Mom, I'll be back this time..."

Saori reached out to stop him:

"No need to say more, we all know what you are going to do."

"Go to the chamber and listen, your father is there."

Council Room.

The spacious courtyard, neatly manicured Jiamu, has clear springs flowing.

In the classical Hefeng room, everyone was sitting in a row.

The head of the family ranks in the main position, with the old family on the left side and the new generation of young people on the right side.

Yashi knelt alone and sat behind the right side of the Faqing Courtyard.

This is the treatment of the heir.

Luo Qing walked around the side of the room, and when she passed by her, her arm quietly rubbed her sister.

A piece of paper was quietly stuffed into her eyes that were unknown.

With her father's tall and majestic body, she quietly unfolded the paper ball and looked at the messy handwriting on it.

As expected, someone has developed a topic about Gong Ping’s topic.
To be continued...