Chapter 83:

In the East China Sea, the sea is calm, with blue waves.
Several fishing boats are moored along the coast. At sunset, fishermen put away the fishing nets sprinkled in the morning and returned with loads. One of the fishermen picked up a heavy fishing net and harvested a lot today. It should be able to sell a lot of money at the market. He smiled and wiped the sweat from his face, and saw a small silver-white carp in the fishing net, almost transparently white, struggling restlessly.
Oh, there are carp in the sea, so rare. Besides, this carp is different in length from others, and looks beautiful. I heard that the nobles of the family like to raise this kind of koi. His mind moved, and he was about to catch it on the boat. Who knew that the little carp squeezed out of the fishing net, and moved flexibly into the depths of the sea with a swing of his body.
It is a pity that the fishermen regrettably closed the net and looked at the direction it was swimming.
The little carp is exquisitely cut and transparent, revealing a slight silvery white color, and it is almost invisible in the sea. It dived deeper and deeper, passing through a coral forest, and as a light flashed, slowly revealing a little girl with combed hair. She had black hair and snow skin, powdered jade, her dark eyes lingering, and she let out a long sigh.
Fortunately, she ran fast, otherwise she would be arrested. Uncle Wei Ling told her not to go to the shore. She was disobedient and would definitely be scolded if she let him know.
She was still rejoicing, but she had already followed a fierce big fish behind her, and was rushing towards her.
The little girl screamed and hurried to the lower reaches of the water
"Uncle Wei Ling, save me!"
Fortunately, she is clever, she specializes in picking small places like stone cave corals, and her small body is so flexible that she can't catch her at all. A figure suddenly appeared in front of her. She was overjoyed, swam there faster, opened her short arms and threw herself into the other's arms.
Wei Ling drove away the fierce fish, pulled out the little girl who was hiding behind her, knocked on her forehead displeasedly, "Why did you sneak out again?"
The little girl covered her forehead, her big Liuli eyes filled with admiration and admiration, "Uncle Wei Ling is amazing."
Don't think that he won't punish her if you have to pat your horse, Wei Ling carried her back to the courtyard wall under the water, "Where have you been?"
She pointed to the sea above her head, her pink cheeks full of yearning, and her childish voice, "I went to see them fishing and they caught a lot of fish." She blinked, as if thinking of something, "Uncle Wei Ling," Do you say where they will take the fish? Will they meet my mother?"
This little girl is Miaomiao's daughter who was born two years ago. The name is Yaoyao. She is very stubborn and strange. Only Wei Ling can cure her.
After arriving in the East China Sea, Miaomiao learned that she was pregnant. However, at that time when Wei Ling was weak, she changed back to a shark and couldn't go back at all. So when she was born in the water after October, she was born like a shark, and she was blessed.
This little girl inherited her mother's appearance, with white skin and snow, with exquisite features, enough to predict the beauty of the city in the future.
In order to save Wei Ling's life, Miaomiao returned all his cultivation skills and turned into a silver-white shark. She had been practising underwater for three years and could not become an adult. In the end, the old man helped her before she died before she had the chance to go ashore again. Who knew that on her two-year-old birthday, this little girl would be able to transition freely between the human body and the shark, but Miaomiao would be hit hard.
This kind of thing really depends on talent and cannot be forced.
Wei Ling touched her head, "Since I want to know, why didn't you go with your mother?"
"Because I can't bear Uncle Wei Ling!" She hugged his arm tightly, raising her wet apricot eyes, "Uncle Wei Ling is going to drive me away? You don't like Yaoyao?"
How could she not like it, this little girl has been pestering him since she was born, and she can't get rid of her like a little tail. Of course, Wei Ling couldn't bear to leave it, especially when she called "Uncle Wei Ling" softly, she almost melted people's hearts.
Wei Ling hooked her little nose, "Who dares to like such annoying people."
The little girl threw on him dissatisfiedly and rubbed his neck hard, seeming to be dissatisfied with what he said. "But you like Mom, I'm a good baby of Mom, so Uncle Wei Ling must like me."
Wei Ling was taken aback for a moment, stiffly allowing her to mess around with her, "Who told you?"
She stretched out her little tongue and licked his neck, not very delicious, "Grandpa told Yaoyao, and he said you are stupid. That's why my mother doesn't like you, go find me!"
It's not good for the little girl to be too smart. Wei Ling suddenly had a headache, so she pulled her off her body and said solemnly: "Forget these words."
Yaoyao tilted her head, "Why?"
Wei Ling looked away and did not answer.
She stretched out her hand and flopped twice, very restless: "Uncle Wei Ling?"
Wei Ling pressed the top of her head, trying to make her quiet for a while, but the little girl was too energetic and restless. She was more noisy than Miaomiao, and she was not good at all. Wei Ling changed the subject, "You don't want to see your yeah?"
"Yes." Yaoyao's big eyes were shining with stars, with a childlike expression, "I want to go with Uncle Wei Ling, will you take me to find Ye Ye?"
She had never seen Ye Ye since she was born, to avoid making her forget her own father, Miao Miao would tell her about Yang Fu almost every day. If things go on like this, she will know that she has a rich, elegant, and celestial jade.
This time, my mother left and wanted to take her with her, but she was reluctant to leave Uncle Wei Ling and said nothing. On the day Miaomiao left, she cried so much that she pulled Wei Ling's clothes on one side, and whimpered and called "Mum" on the other. Seeing Miaomiao's heart is broken, I really don't want to leave this baby bump.
But Miaomiao hadn't left for two days before she forgot her sorrow and returned to life.
In any case, she chose her own choice, don't look at Yaoyao's young person, in fact, she is very clear in her heart. If you leave with Mom and you won’t see Uncle Wei Ling, she would rather stay in the East China Sea.
Wei Ling thought about her words seriously, but it didn't work. In the past few years, his old wounds have healed, and there is nothing wrong with it. It's not a good idea to go ashore. What's more, there is nothing in the East China Sea worthy of nostalgia. He thought a little bit, "Can you listen to me after landing?"
Wei Ling had no confidence in this. It was not that he was incompetent, but that she was too cunning and naughty. If she didn't pay attention, she might slip away, and she might be in danger.
However, he is reluctant to beat and scold, which is really a headache.
Yaoyao couldn't help but nodded, and raised three little fingers to make sure, "Yaoyao is obedient, he must be obedient!"
Wei Ling bent her lips and held her soft little hand.
A month later they set off from the East China Sea and took a boat to the nearest town.
Yaoyao was almost three years old, and when she was very active, she refused to ride in a carriage or a boat. She only liked Wei Ling to take her on horseback. It was late autumn, and the gale was a little bit cold. Wei Ling wrapped her in her cloak, holding the reins in one hand and covering her little head with the other, "If it's cold, tell uncle."
She squeezed into Wei Ling's arms, only revealing a pair of eyes, eyes full of wonder, and she looked at the road on both sides without blinking, "Yaoyao is not cold, Uncle Wei Ling, hurry up, hurry up! "
So Wei Ling raised her long whip and slapped it the horse's back. The burgundy steed hissed and rushed to the road ahead. The horseshoe fell on the road, and dust rose all the way behind them, and the two galloped away, leaving only the little girl cheering in joy
"I run so fast! No big tree runs as fast as Yaoyao!"
Wei Ling leaned over and hugged her tightly in her arms, Qing Jun's face was grinning, and that smile was full of petting.
They traveled all the way, and it took three months to reach the capital. But Yaoyao wasn't in a hurry, she was so curious to see everything on the road, and she was a little forgetful.
At first, Wei Ling was worried that she was running around on the road. Who knew that this little girl was holding his hand firmly everywhere, and she never left him for half a step. When I arrived in the capital, it was already deep winter, and there was only one snowfall in the capital. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, and I could see a white snow from a distance, and the glazed world was crystal clear.
Yaoyao has also seen snow in the East China Sea, but has never tried to step on the snow. As soon as the two entered the city gate, she slipped out of the carriage and stepped on a few footprints around Wei Ling. "Look, Uncle Wei Ling, I'm stepping on the snow!"
Wei Ling called her to her front, squatted down and fastened the cloak in front of her, and put on her hat easily. "Slip on the road, don't run around."
The little girl's face was surrounded by white fluffy rabbit fur, and her delicate face was clustered. She sucked on her red nose, "Oh!"
The streets of the capital were bustling and lively, and many shops and vendors on both sides of the road made a few shouts from far away. Yaoyao looked up and saw a young man carrying a load of gadgets and swinging back and forth with a rattle in her hand. She saw her eyes straight, and ran over there.
She is a little different from ordinary little girls. She is not greedy for snacks, but likes all kinds of small toys. In the previous towns, Wei Ling bought a lot for her, but they didn't keep it in her hands for three days. It was either broken or lost.
The little girl wore a cherry-pink cloak and ran a few steps away. She was probably too cute and attracted many passers-by to speculate about who has such a good blessing to give birth to such a beautiful baby.
Yaoyao didn't run very far, and suddenly stopped and looked behind her. Seeing Wei Ling was walking slowly behind her with the horse, she pouted and turned back to hold his hand, "Go faster!"
Wei Ling glanced at her, how she didn't know her idea, "Want a toy?"
Yaoyao nodded, "Hmm."
He curled his lips and said mercilessly: "Don't buy it."
Yaoyao let out a disappointed cry, holding Wei Ling's leg, looking up at him pitifully, "Why? Yaoyao wants it."
Wei Ling leaned over to pick her up, and walked to the inn with the rein in her other hand, "Where is the Luban lock I bought you last time?"
She was a little proud, "I took them apart and put them back together."
Wei Ling asked again, "Where is Jiu Lianhuan?"
She was empty, "It's broken."
"Where is the Tangram?"
Yaoyao hugged his neck and began to act like a baby, "I want a rattle, and Uncle Wei Ling buys it for Yaoyao? I will only like you in the future, even better than my mother."
Unable to hold her plea, Wei Ling finally stopped in front of the toy stand and handed the rattle to her hand. I just wanted to tease her for a while. Wei Ling would be satisfied with what she wanted. Yaoyao didn't answer it, but took a bite on his face. The chirp was very crisp, leaving a lot of saliva, "Uncle Wei Ling is the best!"
Wei Ling hooked her finger and wiped her shiny saliva on her face, "It's so dirty." Even so, she didn't mean to dislike her at all.
Yaoyao blinked her eyes and avoided it with a smile, insisting on defending herself, "I'm not dirty or dirty, I'm not dirty."
Speaking of people having arrived at the inn, the steed was kept in the stables in the backyard, and the man led the two of them upstairs. Along the way, Yaoyao was spinning the rattle, swaying and singing his newly composed little tune, lying on Wei Ling's shoulders without ever resting. She has a sweet and sweet voice, with a childish glutinous air. Although the humming song is not tuned, it is barely melodious.
After staying in the capital for more than ten days, Yaoyao seemed to have forgotten the purpose of her trip and had a lot of fun.
Until being reminded by Wei Ling, "Do you still want to see your mother?"
Then she remembered the serious things in Li, "Yes! Where is my mother?"
The first emperor died four years ago, and now sitting on the nine-five throne is the person who was called the four kings many years ago. The Four Kings Mansion is now uninhabited, but there are still guards guarding the door, and it is not easy to get in. However, it is difficult to get others, but it is difficult to defeat Wei Ling. He stood outside the wall and jumped over the wall.
Yaoyao called out in surprise, and was immediately covered by Wei Ling's mouth. He approached and warned: "Don't speak, you won't see your mother if you are caught."
Yaoyao nodded obediently, very perceptive.
Before he came, he had made a clear investigation that Yang Fu would live here for three to five days every month. Counting the time, it was these few days.
Wei Ling took her to Rongguang Academy first. There were only a few sweeping maids in the courtyard, and no other figures were seen. Hugging Yaoyao and hiding for a while, listening to their conversation seemed to be in Wutong Pavilion, so a figure flashed past, and snowflakes were rolled up on the ground, and no one was seen.
Wutong Pavilion was in front of him, and a big gray cat slipped out of the courtyard. Before he approached, Yaoyao cried out in surprise, "Big gray cat!"
Miaomiao was almost preyed by a cat when she was a child, so she was instinctively afraid of the cat. However, she has been well protected since she was a child. She doesn't know what she is afraid of. She loves small animals so much that she can't help but approach her when she sees it.
It was too late when Wei Ling wanted to stop. She got out of her arms and slid and ran far away. Climbing to the door with both hands supporting the steps, Yaoyao squatted down and hugged Xueou up, and rubbed its coat rarely, "My name is Yaoyao, what is your name?"
When the voice was about to fall, I heard an unbelievable surprise from the front: "Yaoyao, why are you here?"
She looked up and saw that Mom was standing a few steps away. She hadn't seen her for half a year. Mom seemed to look better. She ran down happily, climbing down the steps with a small body, "Mother, mother!"
Miaomiao looked terrified and didn't pay attention to Yang Fu's stiff body beside her, and quickly stepped forward to hug her. However, with Xuemu in her arms, she was immediately timid, "Yaoyao, let it go." , Come to my mother."
She had always listened to Miaomiao's words, reluctantly put down Xueou, and threw into her arms, "Mum, I miss you so much!"
How Miaomiao didn't want her and held her tightly for a long time without letting go. This is her baby bump. If it weren't for her insistence on not leaving Donghai, she said she would bring her back with her.
Yaoyao showed big eyes from her shoulders, flickering at the man in the dark green and gold robe, full of curiosity.
Although she inherited Miaomiao's beauty, her eyes and nose were mostly like Yang Fu. She looked at it and suddenly asked: "Are you me Aye?"
Miaomiao once said that there was a child between the two, but when she really appeared before her, it was more unreality and surprise.
Yang Fu took her and hugged her carefully, "Are you Yaoyao?"
She nodded twice. The first time she saw herself, Aye, she was much more honest than before. It was both joyful and novel," said Uncle Wei Ling. A mother wanted to name me Little Cotton Jacket, but she made a mistake, so My name is Yaoyao."
Miaomiao showed embarrassment, this little girl really said everything!
Yang Fu smiled softly, and loved him, "Who brought you here?"
She quickly turned her head and pointed at the person standing at the door, "Uncle Wei Ling!"
When the two heard the sound, there was a black figure standing on the bluestone steps, his face was cold, and he quietly stared at the three people in front. When the gaze fell on the little girl, there was an imperceptible gentleness.