Three Lives and Displaced One World An (Novel)
Other Name: 三生流离一世安
Genre: novel, fantasy
Author: Mojiu
Year: 2018
Chapter: 40+
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Synopsis:
Yu Yan said, I hope this sword will protect you forever. But I am destined to be exiled for three lives, how can I be well. Human life is very long and very long. I think that as long as you live longer and longer, all love or hatred can be buried in time. But now I know that the deep-seated love and deep-rooted hatred can never be erased. I chanted autumn songs softly, just wishing to have peace for the rest of my life.
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Wielding a sword and sweating like rain in childhood, family affection has turned Bingxin.
A black robe, like the color that has been silent for thousands of years, is very suppressed, long black hair, white light, a few invisible strands of white hair hidden in the hair, and his face is full of vicissitudes.
“True Monarch Wen Jue!” Jiang Yue jumped off the table and ran over happily and plunged into Wen Jue’s arms.
“Girl, how about being with your’Xiaobai’!” Wen Jue teased, and the words resulted in an embarrassing fake cough.
Jiang Yue raised her head and looked at Wen Hui, pursing her mouth and said: “Yu Yan is not good at all. He always makes fun of me. It is better for Xiao Bai, listen to me!”
Wen Jue looked at the sword in Jiang Yue’s hand full of meaning, and said: “I didn’t expect Yu Yan to give you this Mo Li sword!”
Jiang Yue blinked and asked in confusion, “Is this Mo Lijian very powerful?”
Wen Jue smiled and said, “That’s not so powerful! This is the saber of Fairy Fuyun, the god of war on the left of the heavens!”
“Wow, that’s amazing!” Jiang Yue opened his mouth, looked at the sword in his hand, carefully changed the position to hold it, and turned his head to look at Yu Yan, who stood motionless and said nothing.
“What about Fairy Floating Cloud?”
Wen Jue laughed, patted Jiang Yue’s head, pointed behind him and asked, “I will tell you the story of Fairy Floating Cloud when I have time. Now, look at who is behind here?”
Jiang Yue followed Wen Hui’s gaze and looked back. A little boy who was taller than herself was looking at herself with a serious face. The little boy’s face was not suitable for his age and was serious and playful. Jiang Yue’s heart immediately rose in kindness. Feeling, asked in confusion:
“Who are you, why would you follow Zhenjun Wenyu to my house?”
The little boy, dressed in coarse yellow clothes, stepped forward at the moment, staring and saying: “Who are you, how come you are in my house!”
“This is obviously my home, I am Miss Wu Mansion!”
“This is obviously my home!”
“You talk nonsense!”
Seeing that the two children quarreled, Wen Jue smiled, pulled the two children away, and said to Jiang Yue: “Yue’er, this is your brother.”
He said to the little boy next to him: “This is Ning Yue’s daughter, which is your half-sister.”
“Ning Yue? Mrs. Wu?” the little boy asked suspiciously.
Jiang Yue arrogantly jumped in front of him and said, “Yes, Ning Yue is the wife of Wu Bin, the general protector of the country, and I am their daughter!”
The boy cast a glance and said, “Are you the daughter of Mrs. Ning Yue? I really have no tutor!”
“You wild boy, where’s your tutor!”
“My name is Ye Luo, not a wild child!”
How could the two children quarrel, Wen Jue had to take them to Wu Bin and his wife. Jiang Yue knew that this boy named Ye Luo was indeed his brother and father’s child. His mother had saved him on the battlefield. Father once, his father was seriously injured, which also forgot about that period of time. Later, after Ye Luo’s mother died, Wu Bin learned of the existence of this child, and was afraid that Madam Wu would be angry, so she kept it with Zhenjun Wenjue.
Now that Mrs. Wu Ning Yue knew the cause and effect, she acquiesced to the child, and Wu Bin naturally wanted to take the child for compensation.
“True Monarch Wen Jue, Yue’er missed you so much!” Jiang Yuetian was coquettish in Wen Jue’s arms.
Wen Jue smiled and said, “Yue’er is still thinking that I will accept you as a disciple!”
Jiang Yue raised her head and looked at Wen Jue and said with a grin: “Yes, I just want to worship you as a teacher!”
“The time has not yet arrived, the time has come, I will accept you as a disciple!” Wen Jue touched her head lovingly.
Yue’er curled her lips and muttered: “How long will that take!”
Wen Jue’s face suddenly became serious, and said, “It’s almost…”
When he saw Jiang Yue who looked at him suspiciously, he smiled again and said: “Yue’er, you go play now, I will go out to find Yu Yan, I have something to say with him.”
“Oh~” Jiang Yue walked out angrily, feeling very upset.
Jiang Yue left all the unhappiness just now behind her head, and came to a place where there was a cluster of unknown white flowers in her small courtyard. The flowers are small and exquisite, white and flawless. They are not gardenias or jasmines. They are flowers that Jiang Yue has never seen before, even in books.
Jiang Yue squatted down, concealed herself in the deep grass, fingering the little flowers. The people around are busy, they walked over, glanced at her when they passed by, and walked away. They were all used to the naughtiness of their own lady, so they didn’t remind Yue’er girls that they can’t squat in the grass. What.
Jiang Yue played with the flower for a long time, plucked a flower and held it in his mouth, and a silky sweetness finally spread. The appearance of her mother, Ning Yue, suddenly appeared in her mind. She muttered to herself in a low voice: “This flower really looks like a mother!”
Mother said that when she was young, she liked to wear white clothes, sitting in front of the boudoir window, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, studying ink and writing words, so she stood side by side with beauty, and many people admired herself. But at that time, I was so arrogant in my heart that no one in the capital could look at him, but just a glimpse of the young General Wu when he returned to Beijing after the battle was sounded, and he fell in love with the heroic youth.
When Jiang Yue heard her mother tell these stories, she asked in confusion: “Why don’t mother wear a white dress now?”
Madam Wu Yu raised her hand and rubbed her temples, pretending to be a deep sigh, and said: “Since you can walk, you often rush into my arms in mud. Why would I dare to wear a white dress?”
Jiang Yue had to touch her nose and smile awkwardly. Thinking of this, Jiang Yue couldn’t help but touch her nose. Lily is noble, gardenia is holy, and jasmine is pure. Jiang Yue feels that only this flower is worthy of a mother. It is noble and dignified but exquisite and lovely. It has all the talents and is so gentle, of course, except for lessons. She was out of time.
