After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

After pulling the hook, Xiang Ci looked at her and said after hesitation: "I'm five years old, so can you call me by my full name?"

The woman chuckled: "Okay, Chu Shui."

Chushui!

Xiang Ci's head was buzzing, her name was Chu Shui, this is a palace, such a beautiful woman... the queen...

Ahhhh, she is the Queen of Chu State, Bai Lu, and she is now looking at Chu State through the eyes of the five-year-old prince Chu Shui.

Wow, so cool!

When Xiang Ci learned his identity at this time, he smiled like a treacherous man. He held the hand of his beautiful sister and ran wildly through the palace.

The palace was too big for her short legs to run fast, but her laughter filled every corner.

so happy.

Happiness is always short-lived. After playing, she has to go to class and do her homework.

Xiang Ci held the brush, feeling proud and conflicted in his heart.

She is proud that her calligraphy is very good, but the dilemma is that if she writes calligraphy now, will the font she writes be her own or Chu Shui's?

Looking at the teacher's encouraging and staring eyes, Xiang Ci took a deep breath. She was only five years old. Even if Prince Chu Shui started practicing calligraphy at the age of three, he must be a dog.

So, just write randomly.

Xiang Ci had an idea and scrawled two words on the rice paper.

Just as he was feeling proud, the teacher's worried voice sounded in his ears: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Xiang Ci raised his head and looked at the teacher in confusion: "I'm fine."

"Very good, why do you write it like this?" The teacher did not beat or scold her, but picked up a piece of rice paper from his desk and handed it to her, "Compare it."

Xiang Ci looked at the sharp font and was dumbfounded: Is this written by me or the teacher?

Not knowing the inside story, she coughed lightly and said, "This one is very well written."

The teacher looked at her doubtfully: "So I ask you if you are in a bad mood? You write like that when you are in a bad mood. You should write like this when you are in a good mood."

Xiang Ci: "..."

Is this calligraphy written by a five-year-old child?

Come on, come on, kill Xiang Ci, who is now a waste, and help Prince Chushui to entertain him, so as not to be left in the cold.

Xiang Ci was proud of her good calligraphy before, but now, she dare not say that she is in a good mood.

Because she couldn't write such stunning calligraphy as Prince Chushui.

Xiang Ci didn't dare to expose herself, so she could only draw circles on the rice paper to cover herself up: "I just ran out to play because I didn't want to write calligraphy."

"Understood." The teacher's voice was very warm, "Then let's not write calligraphy today and have a martial arts class instead?"

Xiang Ci was in a mess in the wind and could only scream.

She had dreamed of Prince Chushui several times, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd he wielded was so amazing that it made her starry-eyed.

However, she doesn't know how to draw a halberd.

Suddenly, Xiang Ci was stunned and his face turned pale.

No, she used to see things through other people's eyes, and her actions, behavior, and language were beyond her control.

But today, not only can she see, she can also control her emotions and movements.

She can talk, laugh and dance, as if she is the Prince of Chushui, instead of borrowing his eyes?

No, no, no, this is too scary.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" The teacher looked at the pale His Highness and was frightened. "Are you okay...Hurry, Doctor Xuan."

Xiang Ci's eyesight went dark and he fell down.

Before falling, she cursed in her heart that this was not what she wanted to fall, but this body was going to fall.

Obviously, he was still saying that he could control this body in one breath, but he was slapped in the face in the next breath.

When she woke up again, what caught her eyes was Queen Bailu. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she had obviously cried.

Bai Lu looked at Xiang Ci who woke up, with red eyes and a gentle smile: "You kid, you talk when you are tired, why are you still holding on?"

Xiang Ci was horrified in her heart, but it didn't show on her face: "Am I tired?"

"Well, the imperial doctor said that the typhoid fever was not cured a few days ago, and he stayed up all night reading yesterday..." Bai Lu gently touched Xiang Ci's head, "You kid, you just haven't been to class for five days, why are you still so impatient? "

"The course is postponed. Let's just make up for it slowly. There's no need to rush."

"You are no longer allowed to stay up all night reading. The maids and eunuchs are not serving you well. I will replace them all..."

Xiang Ci, who was in a daze, understood that this Prince Chushui was a real genius.

Chu Shui, the crown prince of Chu State, can speak at eight months old, can recognize a thousand characters at one year old, can speak well at two years old, and can write with the most brilliant calligraphy at three years old.

He is good at four-character chess, piano, calligraphy and painting. Five-year-old Fang Tian is very good at painting and drawing a halberd. He is truly talented in both civil and military skills.

He had never been sick before, but this time he got typhoid fever. Although it was not very serious, it scared everyone half to death.

Was forced to rest for five days.

As soon as he recovered from his illness, he couldn't wait to read all night long, trying to catch up with the progress he had planned, but he couldn't help but faint from exhaustion.

Xiang Ci was really amazed by this Prince of Chushui. It was not unusual for him to be able to speak at eight months old, and it was not unusual for him to know a thousand words at one year old... What was strange was that he did everything to the extreme.

Only five years old!

I think she is fourteen years old and still living like a fool.

This person really had to be thrown away, and he even had to dig a hole to bury himself.

Xiang Ci was forced to rest. The moment she closed her eyes, she was thinking that she had to go back early and tell her sixth brother about this.

This time she opened her eyes to a familiar room, and there was no one else on the kang except her.

He rolled to the window and lifted the black curtain, and it was bright outside.

Xiang Ci stretched, twisted his neck, got dressed and left the room.

The whole family sitting at the Eight Immortals table looked at her when the curtain was lifted.

Xiang Ci: "..."

She woke up early this time, just in time for lunch.

……

Xiang Ci pulled Xiang Xinjin into the room, followed by Ye Kai and others.

Mr. Xiang glanced at the curtain that was still swinging, chewed the cigarette rod, and left with his hands behind his back.

It seems that Xiao Qi's dream has changed again. He has to supervise those people to work quickly and build the city wall early to feel relieved.

The rest of the Xiang family should do whatever they want.

In the room, Xiang Ci told everyone about the dream he just had: "How was it? Isn't it weird? I can actually control the body of Prince Chushui."

"Really, it was me who was doing the whole thing, and I clearly felt that it was not him."

Everyone looked at Xiang Xijin.

Xiang Xinjin rubbed his fingers and looked at everyone with an indifferent expression: "Please tell me your opinions first."

Xiang Xinbai was the first to speak, and he frowned: "Prince Chushui is eight hundred years away from us. How did you dream about him? I remember that those nightmares you had were all from your previous life."

"Perhaps the Prince Chushui in your dream is not the Prince Chushui we think, but a hypothesis you came up with after overthinking?"

"After all, everything you dreamed about before was based on evidence, but today's dream is a bit false."

Xiang Ci was a little doubtful about himself when he said it: "What you said makes sense. I remember that before I went to bed, I was thinking about Sister Han, but in the end I dreamed about Prince Chushui."

Ye Kai suggested: "Maybe you have gained more faith by pouring nectar on the crops these days, which has increased your ability and can directly become the person in the dream, instead of looking at the surrounding things through the other person's eyes. ?”

Xiang Ci also agreed with this proposal: "It is also possible."

After all, her hip flask is now as big as a house.

It can be known from this that the gratitude of the people in the six villages of Xiejia Village to Jingping Empress has all turned into the power of faith and entered her body.