Rebirth O is Always Fishing For Me

Chapter 19: It’S Bad, Don’T Give Money

“To tell you the truth, all these years I have traveled all over the world to find medicine to cure her disease. I was reunited with my sister recently.” He took Xie Xuanzhuo into his arms and looked like a sister. “This child is stupid. You are not the only one who says she is familiar. Besides, she has suffered many disasters since she was a child, and she has a lot of faults.”

Mingjing Fei maintained a dignified and graceful appearance on the surface, but in fact, her left hand secretly worked hard, clenching her fist and stabbed Xie Xuanzhuan in the stomach.

“Gret…” Xie Xuanzhuo retched reflexively.

“Look, she’s sick again. This is it.” Ming Jingfei smiled and retracted her hand, with a very pitiful expression on her face.

It was because the punch was so powerful that she went to Half-Life unprepared.

“Holy maiden, you really are beautiful and kind.” The officers and soldiers in the lead dressed up as cavalry generals. He obviously believed Ming Jingfei’s words, and looked at Xie Xuanzhuo with some regret, “It is too much to take care of such a child. Thanks for your hard work.”

“General, you have won the prize,” Mingjing’s jade-colored fingers slowly shuttled through Xie Xuanzhuo’s black hair, she blinked slightly, and said apologetically:

“Am I delaying your business?”

“Of course not, Tianwu Palace is about to become Shangxie’s state religion, and the matter of the saint is naturally our business.”

The saint of Tianwu Palace? Xie Xuanzhuo was a little surprised. In her memory, Tianwu Palace had always been high above and ignored the mundane things, so how could it become the state religion of Shangxie.

“Then the matter of the household registration investigation…” Ming Jingfei lifted the hair in front of her forehead and pinned it behind her ear, her tone a little distressed.

“You are not from Qingyu Town, so it is naturally recorded on the yellow register belonging to Tianwu Palace. Naturally, there is no need to check the household registration, and the taxation and conscription here have nothing to do with you.”

In fact, there are many heroes on the Eight Wasteland Continents. Shangxie, located in the middle, has fewer wars because of the natural geographical barriers of mountains and rivers. The other countries were more or less caught in the flames of war at this time, and it was only a matter of time before Shang Xie joined the war.

What’s more, this person beside me will also be a master of murder and arson, and the savage of the world in the future. So, can the world be in chaos?

“By the way, General, please keep my presence here a secret. After all, my sister doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

“The Holy Maiden doesn’t have to worry, we will save it. I heard that someone in the town is making you unhappy, do you need a few of us for you…”

“General, you have such a good heart. However, it’s more interesting to do things like recovering the place yourself, don’t you think?”

This person is obviously just a young cavalry general who leads a hundred people, but Ming Jingfei deliberately calls him a general, which makes this person extremely useful.

“The Holy Maiden is really interesting. Since that’s the case, I’ll say goodbye first.” The cavalry general stared at Xie Xuanzhuo for a while before leaving, and said a little pitiful, then led the team to work.

“Phew, I’m exhausted, go home,” Ming Jingfei rubbed her eyes, her whole body weight resting on Xie Xuanzhuo, and muttered dissatisfiedly: “It’s really bad luck, if it wasn’t for this Officers and soldiers, I made that waste life better than death.”

Forced to bear Ming Jingfei’s weight and body fragrance, Xie Xuanzhuo felt that the teeth marks on his neck were aching again. In every way, this girl is too dangerous, she must get rid of it.

And her innocently beaten stomach was throbbing with pain.

Ming Jingfei, who was beside her, was still immersed in her “revenge plan”, but did not find that her prey had given birth to the idea of escaping from her.

“Little turtle, now on the household registration, you are all mine.” Back in the small courtyard, Ming Jingfei entered the room and sat at the small table, drinking angrily a glass of wine, ” Those soldiers are really not things, they only agreed to do the books for us after receiving 15 silver coins from me. Black heart.”

Seeing that Xie Xuanzhuo didn’t speak, Ming Jingfei felt that this person was really boring.

Sorry, this guy is dead. Every time it is like the kind of flame that is about to go out, it does not shake or shake. When the other person took a breath, the flames became a little brighter, and ignited for a while longer.

However, the flame has been burning alone all the time, Ming Jingfei does not know, in fact, it is better if the flame is extinguished like that.

Ming Jingfei, who was caught in the memory, did not speak, the room fell silent, a weak light flickered gently, it was really so lonely.

“Little turtle, it’s so boring.” After a long time, Ming Jingfei still couldn’t calm down. She tugged at Xie Xuanzhuo’s sleeve, “Don’t you have a flute? Play a tune to listen to it.”

Being held by Mingjing Fei, Xie Xuanzhuo couldn’t break free, she could only mumble a few words inarticulately, tilting her head in an attempt to get through.

“Flute.”

“Well, play the flute,” Ming Jingfei accurately stretched into the depths of Xie Xuanzhuo’s clothes – she knew where Xie Xuanzhuo used to play the flute. “Blow a tune.”

Xie Xuanzhuo found that the girl was staring at him, and in her slender and charming eyes, there was a sparkling light, as if a small animal had found delicious food.

The cold flute pressed against Xie Xuanzhuo’s lips, Xie Xuanzhuo saw the girl pouting lightly, as if she didn’t play it, she would not let it go.

But she played the flute, she used to play it to her mother, and she played it one by one according to the score. The queen mother always said that her singing was empty, emotionless and emotionless, just blowing a tune.

She didn’t understand before, but now she is sad that she understands.

“Hey, you still think it’s dirty,” Ming Jingfei took out a piece of silk and carefully wiped the flute, and handed it back to Xie Xuanzhuo’s mouth, “Take it and blow it. Play it better, It doesn’t sound good and don’t give money.”

This is like rushing a duck to the shelves, Xie Xuanzhuo is holding the jade flute in both hands, a little overwhelmed. It stands to reason that a fool can’t play the flute, so…

The flute sounded out of tune, and occasionally there were a few sharp and sharp air sounds, which made people feel a little anxious. Xie Xuanzhuo pressed the air hole indiscriminately and played the out-of-tune tune intermittently.

However, the frosty moonlight quietly passed through the window, Ming Jingfei tucked her hands on her knees, resting her chin on her knees from time to time, and didn’t care that the cool wind blew her blue silk.

She quietly listened to the out-of-tune flute sound, the whimpering sound was not pleasant, but she seemed to see Xie Xuanzhuo in the previous life sitting alone on the city head, blowing the jade flute horizontally. At that time, she could only listen to the flute from a distance and look at the man’s back under the bright moon.

Xie Xuanzhuo will never know that there is an audience like her in the city.

Ming Jingfei got up lightly and took out a guqin from somewhere. She sat down casually, put the piano on her knees, and played with her hands.

The sound of the qin was faint, and it seemed to be in harmony with the man in the city.

This was the first time she played the piano in front of Xie Xuanzhuo. Before, she always worried that her piano sound was too bad and would disturb Xie Xuanzhuo’s flute and mood.

Now that I think about it, I am really stupid. Xie Xuanzhuo was already eagle-eyed in the world at that time, and he was still as worried as a helpless beggar. It’s her Xie Xuanzhuo who deserves to be unhappy all her life, so why is she so sad.

Looking back, he is the kind of stupid person who lived for the king and died for the king in the unofficial history, and in the end he was still anonymous.

“Okay, don’t blow it, it’s too ugly to hear. People who don’t know, think we’re in a funeral.” Ming Jingfei suddenly felt a sense of lethargy and laziness in her heart, she pressed the strings with both hands, The sound of the qin stopped abruptly, and then carefully put away the guqin.

Listening to Ming Jingfei’s soft and soft tones, and speaking fiercely, Xie Xuanzhuo was a little stunned. Even if he did blow it badly, he wouldn’t be so uncertain.

Although his heart was fluctuating, Xie Xuanzhuo still maintained the mist in his eyes. In fact, she was thinking that with so many soldiers appearing even in Qingyu Township, it was almost impossible to stay here.

In her seven years of wandering, she has been to many places. She has seen tsunamis and floods take people’s lives in an instant, and she has also seen people changing their sons to eat each other due to famine and drought outside Shangxie Yanyun Pass.

Sometimes, she feels that compared to those people, she is so lucky to have a life left. But what is fate?

Life is like a mustard, but before a mustard becomes a mustard, there will always be seeds.

If the seeds are sown by the wind into the beautiful spring, the flowers will bloom smoothly in the coming year. Some of the seeds just happened to fall into the gutter, deserve to stay in the damp and stench year after year, waiting to rot?

They are all seeds. The moment they meet the wind, their fate is decided.

Xie Xuanzhuo stopped her boring dream in time, she couldn’t even guarantee her life, so what about fate.

Xie Xuanzhuo looked at Ming Jingfei who was happy again, the girl hummed an unknown tune in a low voice, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, as if she was smiling.

In fact, she always felt that although the girl sometimes smiled, there was a lot of haze in her heart. So when the girl smiled, it was like the misty rain that knocked down the petals and green leaves.

For a moment, Xie Xuanzhuo even felt that the girl and himself were the same kind of person.

I thought this night would pass peacefully, however, the silent night was broken by a shrill cry, and only someone was heard crying:

“Fire! Burning.”

Xie Xuanzhuo woke up from the bed, but found that Ming Jingfei was not around.

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The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 131;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of passers-by A, B, C, D, Wuxu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!