“Cough!”

A light cough, in the long night, was silent.

But in Jiang Wang’s ear, it was like a mountain collapsing, shocking his ears numb.

His fragile emotions shattered instantly. When he looked up, he was again the proud son of heaven, with a divine spirit soaring high.

He supported Ye Qingyu’s shoulder and turned to look. He saw Jiang Anan who had hopped and jumped out from the corner, suddenly frozen in place, her eyes wide. He had originally thought the person would be that Elder Ye, because that light cough, which almost broke through the Guan Zizai Ear, was clearly Elder Ye’s voice.

The two people bounced away in an instant, like startled birds from a bow.

Ye Qingyu awkwardly tidied up her sleeve cuffs.

Jiang Wang struck first: “Jiang Anan! Why are you still not asleep so late? Do you know this will make you not grow tall? Will you get up for morning lessons tomorrow?”

Jiang Anan was obviously stunned by this set of three questions. For a while, she forgot what she originally wanted to say and said pitifully: “Today is the Yunxiao Festival, are there still morning lessons tomorrow?”

Jiang Wang was about to take out parental authority and get a little entangled, when he saw the silly grey dog, who didn’t know where it had chased from, running here.

This silly dog, which he had bought from an ordinary farmer’s family that year, ran almost like a phantom when it saw him with its short legs. It darted to his front, wildly spun around his legs, and shook its tail and jumped in circles like crazy, “Anan!”

Ye Qingyu finally finished tidying up the non-existent wrinkles on her sleeve cuffs: “Didn’t Wang Yueyi say she would take you to rest because you were tired? Why did you run out again?”

Jiang Anan familiarly walked inside, wrinkling her nose: “I kept saying I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t tired. I wanted to wait for my brother. I don’t know why, but Junior Sister Wang insisted I was tired and insisted on pulling me to sleep in her room…”

Ye Qingyu, of course, knew why Wang Yueyi insisted on pulling Jiang Anan to sleep, and interrupted the little girl’s complaint: “Although you have opened your meridians, your body has not yet fully formed. You indeed need to eat more and sleep more… Where is Wang Yueyi?”

Jiang Anan walked towards the front while secretly glancing at Jiang Wang’s expression. Seeing that he had no objection, she immediately jumped to Jiang Wang’s front and held his hand.

With a joyful smile, she said: “Junior Sister Wang just fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed. I just ran over to wait for my brother!”

Ye Qingyu was speechless for a while. This Wang Yueyi!

Jiang Anan is still young and is in the process of growing. The four seas of the human body all have a process of accumulation and storage, so she certainly needs more sleep. But for cultivators of Wang Yueyi’s age, they can already replace sleep with cultivation.

Although cultivating is hard and sleeping is comfortable, only a very few people will cultivate bitterly day and night. But you, Wang Yueyi, have a heavy responsibility!

Jiang Wang lowered his head to look at Jiang Anan and said softly: “You knew I would definitely come over today?”

“You promised last time!” Jiang Anan said affirmatively: “You will do what you promise. You are a man!”

“Yes, I am a man.” Jiang Wang’s smile was gentle: “Then what you promised me, will you do it?”

Jiang Anan didn’t remember what she had promised, but she remembered something more important. She held her brother’s hand and walked towards the outside of the courtyard: “Come, come here, I have something to ask you.”

Jiang Wang and Ye Qingyu exchanged glances, and also obediently followed their sister outside.

The brother and sister turned out of the courtyard, using the courtyard wall to block Ye Qingyu’s line of sight.

Silly grey shook its tail and chased out. Jiang Anan pointed her small hand, and it shook its tail again and drilled back into the courtyard to supervise Ye Qingyu.

Seeing her little adult appearance, Jiang Wang was a little amused and said:

“What is so mysterious that you want to hide it from your Sister Qingyu?”

Jiang Anan shushed him and beckoned her brother to squat down. In his ear, she quietly said: “Do you know today is Sister Qingyu’s birthday?”

“Yes, I do.” Jiang Wang nodded.

“Then have you prepared a gift for her?” Jiang Anan said very seriously: “I saw you two hugging. You didn’t have anything in your hands—”

Jiang Wang covered her small mouth, feeling a little ashamed and annoyed: “What are you saying! Your Sister Qingyu and I are just friends who haven’t seen each other for a long time. We just gave a light hug.”

“It wasn’t light.”

Jiang Anan blinked her eyes: “You hugged tightly.”

Jiang Wang could only take out his parental manner: “Children should not meddle in adult affairs.”

“You are not allowed to talk nonsense to anyone, hear me? Especially that Senior Sister Wang, Senior Brother Fang, and Senior Brother Yuan.”

Jiang Anan hummed: “I’m too lazy to say it anyway. It’s not like I can grow more snowy crane legs.”

“Even if you grow three more, you can’t say it!” Jiang Wang glared.

“I know, I know.” Jiang Anan impatiently waved her hand:

“You adults are really troublesome. You can’t say this, you can’t say that. If you have the ability, don’t do it!”

Jiang Wang began to take out the calligraphy post.

“Dang dang dang dang…” Jiang Anan provided her own music and took out a slender brocade box. She presented it with both hands and said flatteringly: “Brother! Look!”

Jiang Wang opened it with a mix of belief and doubt. Inside the brocade box lay a beautiful filigreed gold and jade hairpin: “This is?”

“I bought this with the money you gave me, not Uncle Ye’s money.”

Jiang Anan said obediently: “So this is the gift Brother you bought.”

Jiang Wang reached out and rubbed her little head: “This is the birthday gift you prepared for your Sister Qingyu. What will you do if you give it to me?”

Jiang Anan tilted her head and thought: “I’ll give her the little turtle I raised.”

“You even have your own little turtle. I also prepared a gift.”

Jiang Wang smiled confidently: “Don’t underestimate your brother.”

Saying this, he stood up and walked back towards the courtyard.

He managed to walk to the doorway, but his confident steps suddenly became a little hesitant.

So he turned his head again, took the brocade box from Jiang Anan’s hand, and held it: “Brother will hold it for you.”

He walked back into the courtyard… Ye Qingyu was just quietly standing there.

Purer and brighter than the color of snow, brighter than the moon.

Ye Lingxiao placed her on a cloud throne, making her untouched by dust and calling her untouched by worldly affairs. He gave her all the beauty in the world, hoping she would be pure and happy her whole life.

And inevitably, more and more distant from the human world.

Jiang Wang was indeed an unexpected factor, a person who rolled in the sea of blood and mud.

One on the cloud, one under the maple. The two originally had no intersection. Even if there was a startled glance in a fierce beast’s nest, that Cloud Middle Order should also be old in the dust world.

With Jiang Wang’s character, it would never be activated in his lifetime.

Until the red maple dyed with blood, she came down from the cloud herself…

Only when the outline of this man’s appearance appeared in her mind, did ripples appear in her eyes, and then she had a real feeling of being in the human world.

She was always loved, so she knew how to love others.

Jiang Wang stopped.

The last time he returned from the demon world, after he woke up and opened the same character slip, he saw the densely packed thoughts.

He had also rushed towards Yuncheng for the first time, and also stopped outside Yuncheng. But this time’s stop was different from that time.

The mood at this moment was also different from before the hug: “Just now, I forgot to give you a gift.”

He said, unexpectedly a little nervous.

“How can you forget such a big thing?” Ye Qingyu smiled with curved eyes.

“…” Jiang Wang couldn’t possibly say that your hug made my mind go blank and I couldn’t remember anything. So he could only take out a thin booklet from his bosom and hand it forward: “Here.”

“You wouldn’t have written a whole book of poetry for me, would you?” Ye Qingyu smiled and took the thin booklet. She flipped it open and looked at it, smiling even happier: “You put in effort, Little Jiang.”

Qingyu on the cloud, Little Jiang under the maple.

This was the signature they used for a long time in their letters.

Like meeting, like meeting…

So when he called her Qingyu, she naturally called him Little Jiang, and wouldn’t feel strange because of the familiarity.

“My brother can still write poetry?” Jiang Anan gathered around curiously at this time, tilting her head to read the thin booklet.

Benefiting from her strict brother urging her, she recognized many words at a young age.

“Flame flowers burn the city based on clouds… How many kinds of imagination are there for seals?”

Ye Qingyu laughed out loud.

Jiang Wang’s old face turned red. He quickly handed out the brocade box: “Actually, there’s a second gift!”

Opening the brocade box and seeing the filigreed gold and jade hairpin, Ye Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really afraid of receiving a writing brush used for practicing calligraphy.

She couldn’t use it, and she couldn’t not use it.

“It’s really beautiful!” She said with a gentle smile: “Will you help me put it on?”

Speaking of pinning hair, Jiang Wang was confident.

The Old Princess, the legendary beauty at the peak of the Great Sea, had praised him before.

At this moment, he picked up the hairpin with his fingers, caught it in mid-air like lightning, and with a single sword—a return of hair.

Ye Qingyu hadn’t even fully recovered, Jiang Wang had already patted his hands freely: “Done!”

“Yes!” Jiang Anan cheered enthusiastically.

Silly grey also barked along.

“That… what…” Ye Qingyu was still carefully choosing her words.

Jiang Wang boasted with great interest: “My pin just now had nine kinds of changes. If you want to crack it…”

“The sky is already late!” Ye Qingyu finally managed to say what she thought of: “You’ve had a hard journey rushing here. Go to Dingyun Pavilion to rest first. I’ve already had people prepare the bedding.”

“… Okay.”

Jiang Wang was still not satisfied, but he could only stop for now: “Then we’ll talk again tomorrow.”

The brother and sister left this small courtyard, taking the silly grey dog towards the outside.

Jiang Anan excitedly rushed ahead, letting Jiang Wang follow her back to her room, saying she had prepared a surprise for her brother.

Lingxiao Pavilion was indeed very good to its true disciple, Jiang Anan.

At her young age, she had her own small courtyard in the secret realm of Lingxiao, and it was in the most core area, extremely close to the small building where Elder Ye resided. It could be said that she was completely placed under the protection of the ‘invincible hand that horizontally pushes through countries and the greatest hero of all ages’.

In the courtyard, there was a dog house decorated inside and out with flowers, and a pond where lotus flowers did not wither and lotus leaves swayed on the green water.

As soon as silly grey entered the courtyard, it excitedly invited Jiang Wang to visit its dog house.

The roof was painted with five colors, with a meticulous brushwork mixed with freehand style. It was bold yet restrained. Did it depict a cow or a pig? In any case, it was very ‘Anan style aesthetics’.

A flower bell hung on the door hole, ringing “ding-ling-ling” under silly grey’s wagging tail.

Jiang Anan then walked to the edge of the pond and called out “meow-wu, meow-wu” twice.

Not long after, a small turtle, dark blue all over, drilled out of the lotus leaf and broke through the water.

Jiang Anan took a handful of grains from the food basin beside her and scattered them on the water: “Little turtle, little turtle, tomorrow you won’t be surnamed Jiang anymore, you’ll be surnamed Ye. I’m going to give you to Sister Qingyu!”

Jiang Wang quietly watched all this, seemingly seeing how Jiang Anan had lived during the days he was away.

She was already a child of nine years old and going to be ten…

After feeding the turtle, Jiang Anan led her brother into the inner room.

In her small room, the most eye-catching thing was a rotating food cabinet.

It was extremely beautiful.

It had five faces and five edges, each face divided into many drawers. It was enclosed by transparent glass, rotated by itself without wind, at a uniform and slow speed. The array patterns on the cabinet were clearly to ensure the food’s freshness and existence.

She walked to the front, nimbly fiddled with the array, then held a large bowl and walked back to Jiang Wang, holding it high. Her face was full of anticipation:

“This is called Fengxiao Lotus, brother, try it!”

Jiang Wang took it over with surprise and praised it without tasting it: “It’s so fragrant!”

He wasn’t entirely flattering. The fragrance of this Fengxiao Lotus indeed permeated his heart and spleen.

Looking at the color inside this bowl again, it was all like beautiful jade flowing with jade liquid. Sleeping lotus flowers opened on the water surface, but at the place where the flower buds should have been, perched one after another lifelike white jade phoenixes.

The color and fragrance were both extreme.

It made people feel intoxicated before tasting it.

He held the jade bowl of Fengxiao Lotus and placed it on the small square table.

Jiang Wang sat on one side, and Jiang Anan sat on the other.

She propped her chin with both hands, her eyes fixed on her brother without blinking.

It wasn’t until her brother said, “It’s too delicious!” that she finally opened her mouth, smiling very contentedly.

Jiang Wang pushed the jade bowl over: “You also eat a bite.”

Jiang Anan giggled: “This was specially saved for you!”

“There was originally a big bowl!”

“But I couldn’t resist eating a small mouthful.”

She used her thumb and index finger to show a very small gesture: “Then I ate another small, small mouthful, one small, small, small mouthful…”

“I don’t know how, there’s only this much left!”

She said, with great determination, pushing the bowl forward: “It’s all yours!”

Jiang Wang did not go against her wishes and happily ate the entire bowl of Fengxiao Lotus clean.

He ate it dry and wiped it clean, then waved his sleeve: “Good sister, I also have a gift for you!”

Jiang Anan supported her cheek with one hand, and used a finger to draw circles on the table:

“What kind of gift?”

“Dang dang dang dang…” Jiang Wang also imitated her appearance and provided background music, then took out a very beautiful yellow leaf, about the size of an adult’s palm. The leaf veins were like a flowering tree, beautiful and hard to contain.

On the leaf were densely packed tiny regular script characters, which made Jiang Anan’s head hurt at first glance.

“This is the first book of the Yang Country, the ‘Yellow Leaf Post’,” Jiang Wang said in an excited tone: “It’s a true trace! That year Yang Feng went on an expedition and didn’t return for nine years. When he returned, he saw the tree in the courtyard and the ground was covered with fallen leaves.”

“Yellow leaves thus fall,” meaning picking leaves as paper to form text. Earlier, he casually asked his brother Yan Xian to help him manage a few sheets of the Yan Family’s calligraphy practice posts. Originally, he just wanted to collect different choices of copy posts from various great families in Qi Country, so that his sister could comprehensively feel the atmosphere of the top-level noble family education in Great Qi.

But his brother Yan Xian immediately had people drag over a large wooden box, which contained all true traces of past generations of calligraphy masters…

At this moment, he took out other calligraphy posts from the box while talking incessantly: “The quote I just used is the original text recorded in the ‘Yang Summary’. You also need to recite it later. Reading history can enlighten wisdom. Your brother’s wisdom came from this!”

Jiang Anan’s small head was getting lower and lower, almost touching the tabletop.

She thought she was actually very sleepy.

Why didn’t she just go to sleep with Junior Sister Wang?

It wasn’t until she heard her brother talking painstakingly about “spiritual food grains” that she suddenly lifted her head: “What flavor?”