Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Family Ancient Courtyard.

The Ying Family Ancient Courtyard has been built for thousands of years and has witnessed the vicissitudes of history. However, it has not been ruined by the ravages of time.

The pavilions stand tall, solemn and elegant. The south side is lush with beautiful trees and exotic flowers. There is a clear stream flowing from the depths of the flowers and trees under the crevices of the rocks. The north side is flat and wide, and the flying towers on both sides are inserted into the void, and the carved and embroidered thresholds are all hidden among the trees in the depression. On the east side, Qingxi flows down the jade, the stone platform pierces the clouds, and the white stone is the fence, surrounding the pond, with three stone bridges and three ports, and the mouth of the beast.

Yi Mo couldn't help being awed, deeply shocked by the ancient buildings in front of him.

Showing the majesty and solemnity of ancient times, people can't help but surrender.

There is only one person living in the ancient courtyard—Ying Hua, the old head of the Ying family.

"You wait for me here." Ying Junchu turned around and said to Yimo.

"Okay, boss!"

Yimo felt lucky, he seemed a little afraid to enter the ancient courtyard.

Too depressing and solemn, he will wither away!

Yimo watched Ying Junchu's shadow disappear into Xiangfei's lush bamboo path.

He had a momentary illusion that the boss was swallowed up by the ancient courtyard!

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The white-haired old man in a vintage robe was looking at the dark night sky in a daze.

Knock Knock——

Ying Junchu knocked on the wooden door.

The old man waved his long sleeves, a gust of wind passed by, and the door opened automatically, but there was no sound.

The old man was sitting in the pavilion, and there was a pot of clear tea on the table with wisps of white smoke wafting from it.

"Why are you here?" Ying Hua asked aloud.

The voice was full of vigor, forceful and powerful, and it could not be seen that it was an old man in his twilight years.

"I have something to ask you."

Ying Junchu's attitude was respectful.

"sit down."

Ying Junchu sat down in response.

The old man brewed a cup of tea for Ying Junchu, a blue and white porcelain cup with a white background, the tea was poured slowly, the fragrance overflowed, and the light smoke curled up.

Ying Junchu concentrated on drinking tea and didn't speak.

There was a long silence.

"How long have you been at Ying's house?" the old man asked aloud.

"Sixteen years."

"Sixteen years..." the old man muttered to himself.

In the past sixteen years, there has been no change in the celestial phenomena, as if nothing happened!

But really, really nothing happened?

Such a big event caught him off guard!

"What is your purpose for coming here?" The old man looked straight into Ying Junchu's eyes, as if he wanted to see through her.

She wasn't afraid of the old man's coercive eyes, but she didn't know what her purpose was.

Ying Junchu's eyes fell on the void, confused and confused.

The old man did not continue to ask. Slowly took a sip of tea.

"Have you recovered 1% of your abilities?"

"Um."

"perhaps……"

"Maybe it's God's will." The old man muttered to himself again.

"..."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Xiao Jiu."

"The child that Yingxuan adopted?"

"Um."

The old man looked at the night sky and threw a few colored glass beads into the astrolabe.

Jingling, crisp and loud, like beads rolling on a jade plate.

The beads drew several graceful arcs, and instantly settled in the astrolabe.

The old man stroked his beard, his eyes fixed.

"It's best not to have any intersection between your fates." The old man's attitude was serious, and he was obviously unwilling to say more.

Ying Junchu frowned slightly, but did not answer. Turn around and leave.

"That child...is inextricably linked with your destiny."

An old man's hesitant voice came from behind.

"Which child?" Ying Junchu turned around.

"The blue-eyed child."

"Keep him with you if you can."

Ying Hua sighed.

He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Can only follow the trend.

Step by step.

"..."

"Thanks."

Ying Junchu looked indifferent, turned and left the ancient courtyard.

The old man sat down and continued drinking tea, the starry sky was clear and the bamboo leaves rustled.

This world is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface. There are too many unknowns hidden in the darkness.

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The Twelve Families of the Imperial Capital.

Five top families: Ying, Gu, Song, Yan, Ling

Four upper class families: Bai, Ye, Wen, Wu

Three middle-level families: Ye, Tang, Lin