Lan Shanqi happily hugged his little sister, his face beaming with excitement as he looked at the venerable old man before him. "Master, this little sister is so soft!"
"But why is the little girl so small?"
"Little sister, how long will it take before you can play with me?"
"Come, give the baby to your master!"
As the old man spoke, he picked up Guan Zhiyue, his face full of affection, and gently touched Guan Zhiyue's brow.
Then he looked at Lan Shanqi and said slowly, "The little girl is still young now, but she can play with you when she grows up."
Lan Shanqi understood that it would be a long wait, and that the little sister would have to sleep alone in this box until she grew up.
"Master, can I play with the little girl from now on?"
Lan Shanqi reached out and tugged at the old man's clothes, his eyes wide, waiting for the old man's answer.
The Taoist priest from Qiongshan nodded and put Guan Zhiyue back into the wooden box.
With a flick of his hand, a faint golden light covered it.
Guan Zhiyue was inside, neither crying nor making a fuss, just blowing bubbles to herself, completely unaware of the world she was in.
Days passed by, and Lan Shanqi's life consisted of a monotonous routine: studying, looking after his younger sister, and resting, a cycle that repeated itself endlessly.
With the help of the Taoist priest of Qiongshan, Guan Zhiyue was finally able to live like a normal person again.
"Little Yueyue, it's time to take your medicine!"
Lan Shanqi carried a bowl of dark, murky medicine into Guan Zhiyue's room.
The little one was crawling and turning all over inside the cradle.
Guan Zhiyue is now one year old. She is small and chubby, but very cute.
"Waaaaah~ No... medicine... is bitter."
"The medicine tastes bitter."
Guan Zhiyue is able to speak now; she's been taking medicine constantly since she entered this valley.
The first thing I eat every day when I open my eyes is that dark, murky medicine, but if I don't eat it, I'm doomed.
The medicine that the Taoist priest of Qiongshan could prescribe for her was all mild tonics, but ultimately it was still...
Every medicine has its side effects; faced with the choice between death and obesity, the Taoist priest of Qiongshan chose obesity.
Guan Zhiyue witnessed her transformation from a skinny little matchstick into the plump girl she is today.
"Little Yue'er, let me tell you, if you don't take your medicine, you won't see your brother again. Do you want to never see me again?"
Does Guan Zhiyue not know what it means to never see someone again?
But she liked seeing her brother and wanted to play with him every day.
So she got up from the cradle, walked up to Lan Shanqi, and opened her mouth wide.
"ah!"
"Ahh!"
Lan Shanqi was very satisfied with Guan Zhiyue's current performance. He picked up the medicine bowl next to him and fed her a full spoonful.
Guan Zhiyue burst into tears instantly. It was so bitter that her eyes widened and her mouth watered.
Lan Shanqi gently scooped up a spoonful, licked it to his lips, and frowned unhappily. It was indeed too bitter, but what could he do?
She has to drink it!
These are all mild tonic herbs. Her master told her that Xiaoyue'er should be older before she can take those highly nourishing medicines.
"Little Yue'er, your brother has had some too. Look, if you finish your drink obediently, your brother will take you to play, okay?"
"Play..."
"Yes, after you finish drinking, I'll take you there, okay?"
At this moment, Lan Shanqi was like an old witch offering a poisoned apple to Snow White, coaxing the one-year-old Guan Zhiyue with a smile on his face.
Guan Zhiyue slept in a wooden box until she was one year old, and was only moved to this cradle when she turned one.
She hadn't left this room yet, and as soon as she heard that she was going to play, she immediately stopped crying and looked at Lan Shanqi with anticipation.
Lan Shanqi picked up the medicine bowl in his hand again with great satisfaction, looking at Guan Zhiyue with a big aunt-like smile on his face.
Guan Zhiyue got her wish and left that room, the room that had kept her locked up all this time.
"See, little Yue'er, I didn't lie to you, did I? We just came out to play."
Lan Shanqi brought Guan Zhiyue to his usual training ground, where there were already three or four little boys.
"Doraemon, come here right now!"
One of the boys, about eight or nine years old, was looking at Lan Shanqi with a defiant expression.
Lan Shanqi rolled his eyes, not wanting to pay any attention; it was just too annoying.
These little ones were sent here by their family two months ago.
For some reason, their master actually agreed to take them in.
The three little brats were quite mischievous, especially the man dressed in grassland attire, whose name was something like Su.
"Doraemon, who are you hugging?"
"Is she your little wife?"
Lan Shanqi was speechless. He was already eight years old, and it was said that boys and girls shouldn't sit together after the age of seven.
He now understood what "wife" meant, and he felt a little embarrassed by what that guy had said.
He simply replied, "Your ancestor."
"Doraemon, are you looking for death? You insulted me, and you even insulted my ancestors! I'll beat you to death."
The skinny, wiry little fellow charged towards Lan Shanqi like a small cannonball.
Guan Zhiyue was very excited in his arms. Seeing the person rushing towards her, she bounced around trying to get down.
She squirmed in Lan Shanqi's arms, struggling to get down.
Lan Shanqi had no choice but to put her on the ground, but he still supported her arms with both hands. When the capable young man rushed over, he was instantly charmed by Guan Zhiyue's cute appearance and squatted down in front of her.
"Doraemon, where did this little kid come from? Why is he so cute? He's so chubby and adorable."
The other two little ones, one was about seven or eight years old, and the other was a bit younger, about four or five years old.
"Cricket, hug, giggle~"
Guan Zhiyue strode towards the aloof boy standing to the side, who was dressed in fine clothes.
Her noble attire made Lan Shanqi unsure whether he would hug her.
The aloof man remained silent, only slightly lowering his head to glance at Guan Zhiyue.
With a hint of surprise in his eyes, he subtly bent down and picked the person up.
Among the four, this aloof little boy was the best-looking and had the most outstanding temperament.
"Qi Ji, you have to be careful. This is the youngest child in our valley. Make sure he doesn't fall."
Lan Shanqi looked at Li Qiji with great concern and carefully gave him instructions.
The four- or five-year-old child was also excitedly tugging at his brother's clothes, wanting to play with his little sister.
"Brother, I want to hug my little sister too!"
The little boy's voice sounded weak, but his eyes were full of determination.
The aloof boy is named Li Qiji, the youngest prince of the Southern Kingdom. The somewhat weak-looking one is Li Qishang, also a youngest prince of the Southern Kingdom.
The two are brothers, the kind of brothers born of the same mother. They're not in Guiling Valley for medical treatment.
Instead, it was to seek refuge. At this time, the Nan Ding Kingdom was ruled by a foolish and incompetent ruler, and the people were suffering terribly!
The other capable boy was the young prince of Ningjian Kingdom, named Yuan Ningsu.
He came to learn martial arts, but I don't know why he chose to become a disciple of Guiling Valley, which is originally a valley of medicine.
Lan Shanqi could never understand why his master would accept disciples who wanted to learn martial arts.
Li Qiji glanced at his younger brother and said in a nonchalant tone, "You can't carry him, so just watch."
Li Qishang: ...Who am I? Where am I? Why can't I carry you?
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