Transmigrated into the daughter of the prime minister, and thrived in space

Li Di Huo jumped out sleepily, but he didn't stand firmly and fell flat on his face. He asked dazedly, "Where is this? Are you sleepwalking?"

"Get to work!" Yu Xiaoqiao picked him up and put him in Si Wenming's palm.

Li Di Huo's brows were knitted into eight characters, and his little mouth was pouting so hard that it could tie a donkey. He complained in a delicate voice: "Boss, employees also need to rest, and they have human rights! If your soul traveled to ancient times, you would become Huang Shiren! I didn't sign a contract to sell myself!"

After saying this, she stamped her feet, tilted her head, and said angrily: "Earned workers are not easy to mess with!"

"You talk too much nonsense. If you keep talking I'll turn you into a mute!" Yu Xiaoqiao picked up his bellyband, placed it on the table, and yawned.

She immediately covered her mouth and said coquettishly, "It's unfair! I don't know what poison I got last time. I spent several days trying to kill the poison, but I'm still tired and exhausted."

His voice was soft and clever, and his eyes glanced at her pitifully.

"How about I give you a chicken drumstick tomorrow and upgrade your system?" Yu Xiaoqiao gently poked his bright red bellyband, which was even more eye-catching under the candlelight.

Lidihuo immediately shook his little head, shook his little body, and said lively: "Boss, I'm fully revived and ready to fight at any time!"

"Nothing happens without gain. You haven't learned much from human virtues, but you have mastered snobbery and utilitarianism to perfection!" Yu Xiaoqiao said as she dripped two cans of blood into Lidihuo's palms.

Lidihuo's palm condensed, flipped, and emitted an orange light...

Li Di Huo jumped onto Si Wenming's shoulder and whispered, "Mr. Si, we are collateral relatives within three generations. Are you your relatives?"

"Really? Really?" Si Wenming couldn't help but tremble. He shook Li Dihuo's little shoulder and kept asking.

Li Di Huo patted his big hands and comforted him in an unstable voice: "Really, really! Stay calm, stay calm! My little body can't stand it!"

Si Wenming felt a pang in his heart, his eyes turned red and a layer of mist rolled in his pupils.

He looked deeply at Yu Xiaoqiao, and hugged her into his arms, burying his head in her hair, as if warmth and humidity were dripping onto her shoulders, his voice choked with sobs: "Thank you, Xiaoqiao!"

After a long time, Si Wenming climbed out the window and left.

Li Dihuo looked at Yu Xiaoqiao who was confused, "Boss, why are you all so abnormal! That one lost three of his seven souls after the test, and this one was so excited! For the sake of the next generation, you still have to be cautious when getting married. Even if you have money and power, you still have to be normal..."

Yu Xiaoqiao yawned and pulled the chatterbox Lidihuo back to the space.

Yu Xiaoqiao murmured, "Being excited is better than losing your soul!"

At this moment, Li Lingyan, who had lost his soul, was rushing day and night towards the barbarian land - Coconut Island.

Li Lingyan has made a major breakthrough recently. The person who supervised the work at that time, foreman Liu Sankui, was exiled to Coconut Island and is still alive.

Liu Sankui, who was 20 years old at the time, was responsible for supervising the grinding and cutting of stones.

After the project was completed, he had a high fever that wouldn't go away and fell seriously ill. It was said that his brain was damaged and he lost all his memory.

Later, he worked in the Ministry of Works for another two years before being transferred out to be a village head, which made him nearly thirty years old.

Li Lingyan didn't believe that he had lost all his memories, and with a one in ten thousand hope, he traveled thousands of miles in the hope of finding some clues.

It was nearly 6,000 miles from north to south. Li Lingyan and Danzhu rode at full speed, changing horses without stopping, and arrived at Coconut Island in six days and six nights.

The sun is scorching and the heat is unbearable.

The two of them ran under the scorching sun, sweating profusely, before they found out Liu Sankui's address and rushed to No. 88, Xinfeng Street, Yacheng Town.

"Brother, I want to ask you about someone. Does Liu Sankui Liu Lizheng live here?" Danzhu saw a man passing by and hurried forward to ask.

The man was in his early thirties, with dark skin and a small mustache. He looked energetic, shaking his sweat-soaked clothes, and asked, "Who are you?"

"We are his distant relatives from Haojing. We passed by here and came to visit." Danzhu glanced at Li Lingyan inconspicuously and said softly.

The man narrowed his eyes meaningfully, as if thinking about something, and pointed to the east: "I can't remember exactly, I think he lives over there."

Danzhu looked in the direction of his finger, turned around and wanted to ask again, but found that the person had gone far away.

Li Lingyan and Danzhu headed eastward.

The man turned into the alley in a flash, slumped against the wall, closed his eyes tightly, patted his chest which was rising and falling, then staggered back home in a hurry and packed up his belongings.

When they reached the east end, Li Lingyan and Danzhu realized something was wrong. Li Lingyan whispered, "That man is Liu Sankui!" He turned his horse around and galloped back.

The two found the man's residence, knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered, so they pushed the door open and walked in.

The man was lying motionless on the ground with a long bundle spread out on the bed.

Dan Zhu sniffed his breath and whispered, "He just died." He checked his wounds and said in surprise, "It looks like... the Posao Mandarin Duck Sword? The Bai family's unique skill of dancing mandarin ducks under the Posao steps?"

"The Bai family? Didn't they get wiped out many years ago? Besides, why would a village head use a butcher knife?" Li Lingyan rubbed his brows lightly and sighed.

At this moment, a figure flashed past the window and the two chased after him, but the other person's lightness skill was like a dragon walking on snow, which was really amazing.

While the two men were chasing out of the house, a man in black came into Liu Sankui's house, checked it out, and then left quietly.

……

The flowing moonlight turns into a stream of snow.

The emperor stood in front of the window, looking at the gurgling spring water in the courtyard.

"Your Majesty, Liu Sankui died from the sword Posuo Yuanyang. It should be Bai Muci, Chief..." The man in black bowed and reported.

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the emperor.

"What has Yan'er found out?" The emperor pursed his lips and gently stroked his nose with his finger.

The man in black frowned and said softly, "The third prince should know the moves, but the Bai family was wiped out many years ago, and no one knows that Bai Muci is still alive."

The emperor waved his finger slightly, and the man in black bowed and stepped back.

The emperor sighed softly and thought: It's really you... Why bother? Why bother!

Hey! What should I do with you?

On a spring afternoon, the sky is light blue but not deep enough, the sunshine is abundant but not scorching hot, and the streets are filled with white flakes flying like snow.

Yu Xiaoqiao and Lan'er dressed up as a young master and a servant and strolled on the street.

How to relieve worries? Go shopping! How to cheer up? Go shopping!

So, buy! buy! buy!

Soon, Lan'er's hands were filled with bags of all sizes.

Yu Xiaoqiao saw a familiar face from afar and was stunned when Lan Er blurted out, "Princess Feng!"

Feng Zisu saw Lan'er waving and greeting her, and walked over with Mu Jin'an.

Feng Zisu looked at Lan'er's bags and said with a smile, "Xiao Qiao, you have a great harvest!"

"Well, it's okay!" Yu Xiaoqiao glanced at Feng Zisu and smiled meaningfully.

Four people walked together, Yu Xiaoqiao and Feng Zisu walked in front, and Lan'er and Mu Jinan walked behind.

Yu Xiaoqiao smiled and asked meaningfully, "Sister Feng, are you and Mr. Mu?"

Feng Zisu smiled gently and shook her head, "It all depends on fate!"

"When fate brings us together?" Yu Xiaoqiao asked curiously with a wicked smile on her lips.

Feng Zisu responded with a faint smile, exuding a carefree and courageous attitude.

Yu Xiaoqiao couldn't help but be stunned, and a feeling of admiration, praise, and even adoration rose from the bottom of her heart.

She suddenly told Feng Zisu that she forgot to buy something, and asked Feng Zisu to have a "date" with Mu Jinan alone.

Yu Xiaoqiao stood there, looking at the two people who gradually disappeared in the crowd for a long time.

How many people, after being riddled with wounds, still believe in love and the beauty of the world!

Yu Xiaoqiao can't do it. Although she seems clear-headed, there is a cage in her heart. Although she doesn't care, she has never walked out of the past.

Thinking of this, Si Wenming's gentle and smiling face suddenly appeared in Yu Xiaoqiao's mind.