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

When Wujia saw that his master was angry, he rolled on the ground obediently and moved outward like a stupid ball.

Ye Qingyuan was so angry that he laughed. He kicked him twice in the butt to help him get out.

Before I finished reading Wujia’s words, I felt unhappy!

So, he rolled, muttered to himself, and even danced.

Seeing him disappear, Ye Qingyuan's muttering also stopped, and he slapped his forehead with both hands.

The world is finally quiet!

After a while, Ye Qingyuan threw a small piece of licorice into his mouth.

He slowly untied the chain, hesitated for a moment, then lightly buckled it, looking at the chain with a warm smile in his eyes.

He gently stroked the picture, took it out carefully, and indeed saw the engraving - Qiao.

The strokes are simple and it is not the traditional Chinese character “乔”, but we can vaguely guess that it is the same character.

Sure enough, it was your mother who saved me.

A hint of warmth appeared at the corners of his cold lips.

……

Yu Xiaoqiao and Li Lingyan rode their horses for a long time.

She knew that Li Lingyan was enduring, and she also vented.

Cool!

We are exhausted and tired!

Li Lingyan's racing speed is really amazing!

Yu Xiaoqiao walked on the ground as if she was stepping on cotton, as if she had been jumping on a trampoline all morning.

My hands were still shaking after a while. It was a sequelae of holding the horse's reins too tightly. It will probably be more painful tomorrow.

It was only at dusk that Yu Xiaoqiao was sent back to the prime minister's residence.

Yu Xiaoqiao pushed open the gate of Lan'an Garden tiredly but happily, and slowly moved towards the house, dragging her feet that no longer felt like her own.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt a burning sensation on my back.

Yu Xiaoqiao was used to her grandmother's routine. As she lit the lamp, she said softly, "Grandma, why haven't you rested yet? Remember to light the lamp next time, or you will be very uncomfortable."

As she spoke, Yu Xiaoqiao fell onto the bed. "Grandma, I'm really tired! I really can't poke anymore. Please let your granddaughter lie down and listen to the scolding."

"Qiao'er, you have your thoughts, and grandma also has her considerations. After all, you will have to eat more salt for a few decades." Grandma began with a cliché.

Yu Xiaoqiao is like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. "I have walked across more bridges than I have walked on roads."

Seeing that she was rejecting him, the grandmother cut to the chase, "What do you think of the girl from the Chu family? In terms of family background, appearance, and talent, Caiwei is not bad, and Yubai doesn't care about her. Her character is excellent!" She couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "I can't say anything about her love for you, I think..."

"Grandma, let's get straight to the point and tell me what you want." Yu Xiaoqiao was so tired that she became bolder and spoke frankly without fear of death.

Grandmother glared at her, her expression calm. "Every ten days, you will accompany Jiang Yubai for one day. If after half a year, you still..."

Yu Xiaoqiao sat up excitedly, "You agree?"

Grandmother looked at her meaningfully and said, "We'll talk about it later."

"Grandma, you didn't even say that I won't accompany you!" Yu Xiaoqiao immediately collapsed on the bed and said in a cold voice.

Grandmother pinched the flesh with her fingers. If it didn't work, then... "Okay, I'll make a gentleman's agreement with you for half a year. If you still insist on doing this after half a year, I'll follow your will. But... you have to get along with Yu Bai sincerely and not be perfunctory, otherwise... the agreement will be invalid!"

Yu Xiaoqiao climbed up from the couch and took her grandmother's hand, "It's a deal! Don't break your promise!"

There was a flash of deep calculation in my grandmother's eyes, which was particularly dazzling under the candlelight.

Yu Xiaoqiao was so overjoyed that she didn't notice it.

……

The moonlight was not very clear and misty, as if a veil was falling, reflecting Li Mochen's cold and lonely face.

Ye Huan sat happily on the tree branch, swaying leisurely.

After a while, Li Mochen asked absentmindedly, "How is Shangguan Tan?"

"Fortunately, I went! Si Wenming actually invited Ruman, the junior brother of the great wizard Kunya..." Ye Huan wanted to brag about himself.

But he was interrupted by Li Mochen, "Ruman? The Northern Frontier who disappeared for eighteen years - Ruman?" Li Mochen was shocked for a moment, "She is actually under his command. He almost lost his life last time, but he never used her... Today, for Shangguan Tan, he moved this chess piece that has been hidden for many years."

Ye Huan said disapprovingly, "It's not that great. Shangguan Tan is still lifeless, without a single sign of life. He is definitely not going to survive!"

Li Mochen's face was unusually ugly, "Si Wenming is more powerful than I imagined! Although Ruman is my junior brother, his witchcraft... the Witch King may not be his opponent. And he has a strange personality and does things according to his own preferences. All his life, he only obeyed the old Witch King, how could he..."

"You've fallen into the secular world! You have to eat!" Ye Huan rolled his eyes and said with disdain.

"People like him will never change in their lifetime." Li Mochen's thoughts went back to more than a decade ago. In fact, Ruman was the first person with a name that Li Mochen met in Northern Xinjiang.

It was winter, the third year of Li Mochen’s wandering in the northern border.

He was a thin little man, begging all day long with a dusty face. In any circle, even among beggars, the strong will prey on the weak.

He has a handsome appearance, speaks in a gentle manner, and has the temperament of a down-and-out nobleman, which always earns him more sympathy and money.

The leader of the group of beggars would rob him of his money and belongings, and if he refused to give them, he would be beaten up by the group.

That day, his nose and face were swollen, his hands and face were covered with blood, and he huddled in the corner of the street, shivering.

Yes, a cold and dead gasp!

I lost all feeling in my body, but a hint of warmth spread out. I felt my body was light and floating. When I was running towards heaven, I was awakened by the sound of fighting in the street.

Li Mochen's eye corner was injured, and he barely managed to open it a little. Through the narrow and swollen gap, he saw Ruman for the first time.

At that time, Ruman should have been fifteen or sixteen years old, a handsome young man full of vigor and vitality.

At that time, the Witch King of Northern Frontier's younger brother, King Yi Feng Musheng, was beating a beggar to death because the beggar had stolen his jade pendant.

That’s the Wing King, who is second to none and above everyone else!

Priceless.

The beggar that King Yi beat was the leader of the small beggar group, the one who beat Li Mochen to the point of near death.

However, at that time, no one knew that this person was so noble, because he was alone, and although he was dressed elegantly, he had no entourage.

Li Mochen recognized the jade pendant on his waist; it was a token of the royal family of Northern Frontier!

Ruman naturally recognized him, and seeing how vicious his attack was, she tried to stop him.

"Ruman, you dare to go against me, you must be tired of living!" King Yi shouted at the top of his voice.

Ruman raised a scornful smile, "You are just a little kid, even if you are evil, you don't deserve to die. Besides... King Yi, you are so hateful of evil, it really makes you proud."

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

King Yi was unwilling to be ridiculed like this, so he jumped up and blocked the way.

King Yi is no match for Ruman.

After a few rounds, Ruman beat the King of Wings to a pulp.

Ruman stomped his foot hard, "I am not from the royal family, don't use your status to suppress me! Treating the weak like this..." As she spoke, she glanced at the trembling little beggar, "Shame on you!"

Then, he walked away with his hands behind his back.

After learning of King Yi's identity, Li Mochen crawled to the little beggar who was only breathing his last breath, and used his frozen fist to break the little beggar's last breath.

Then, he knelt down to the side of King Yi and kowtowed three times to thank him for avenging his humiliation.

King Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and laughed out loud.

From then on, King Yi accepted Li Mochen as his disciple. Li Mochen kowtowed loudly as he kowtowed to the master three times.

"Let's go!" King Yi wiped the dust off Li Mochen's face.

Li Mochen looked at a smaller beggar huddled in the corner. He had been knocked unconscious while trying to protect him and was still unconscious.

I thought to myself: Ye Huan, our hard days are over!

Li Mochen was lost in thought when he was called back by the sound of a stone thrown into the lake by Ye Huan. "If you mix this into Shangguan Tan's medicine, even a Daluo Immortal can't save you."