Chapter 1 Lingyue Demon Girl

After a storm, countless blue and sparkling bubbles rose on the dark blue sea. Those bubbles flashed with a bright and mysterious color under the sunlight, as if there was some strange force that made them jump excitedly. As they rose, they became bigger and bigger and more dazzling, until the explosion disappeared. Smoke-free marks.

When all the bubbles gathered and disappeared, a mysterious island rose strangely on the sea, like a bright moon gradually surfaced. The island was shrouded in a hazy smoke, like a fairy wearing a gorgeous veil and standing at the place where the sea and the sky meet. The screen window leaned against the jade railing and picking clouds and flowers, which was sacred.

The island floats with seven colors of light, and the light and shadow are intertwined into a veil, flying and stretching to the invisible end. At some point, this mysterious island left on the sea will only appear like a mirage when there is a rainbow across the sky after the clouds and rain.

The lucky person to see this island is called Huajing Fairy Island.

But no one would have thought that there were human beings living on this island as well as on the mainland. These people were also shrouded in the same sky, farming and working under the light of the sun, moon and stars, and lived happily and flourished. They regard the messenger sent by the moon god as king, and honor the messenger as the moon lord, and each generation of successors designated by God are mostly women. Therefore, the ancestral rules of the kings and grandsons of the country have been handed down. Women inherit the throne for the moon lord. The people value women, but they do not discriminate against men. Although women succeed to the throne, each generation of queens ascend the throne. At that time, a man must be selected to assist his right and be respected as Yuejun. The Moon Lord and the Moon King govern together, sit on an equal footing, sharing the world, inheriting generations of royal power, and benefiting the people.

This is the musk moon country, a mysterious country in the south.

The legend of Ximengchuan was created by the Dream God and has a history of more than 3600 years. There is a powerful royal dragon in the Central Plains, the Xinyan Kingdom in the fantasy realm in the east, the Wind Kingdom in the desert in the west, the Magic Snow Kingdom on the mountains of the glacier in the far north, and the Muyue Kingdom on the southern island. Due to its dangerous terrain, there is a boundary between the Central Plains Longjie Emperor repeatedly Unable to attack, it has been passed down for thousands of years and has become a family of ghosts and demons with legendary colors.

When night falls, the stars are hanging all over the field. The palace of the musk moon country is like an ice sculpture in the moonlight. The bright lights shaking under the eaves overflow with wisps of warmth, but they are dispersed by the cold night wind. The whirlwind stopped on the mysterious castle and turned into a moth that blended with the night, falling from the corners of the eaves, like rain.

A gorgeous palace is like a lonely cage.

Lingyue has lived here for 18 years. Except for Lingxiao, the master of the musk moon, the teacher who taught her homework, and the maidservant who served her in the palace, she has never been close to anyone, let alone the world outside the ice casting palace.

Taiyuezhu is a respectful name for the mother of the lunar lord.

Lingyue has never seen her parents. It is this Taiyue Lord who raised her and sent her to teach her skills, swords, soldiers, ceremonial masters and literary masters to teach her literature, martial arts, military calligraphy and national strategies. Lingyue has not played like an ordinary child since she was three years old. She studied Japanese literature and martial arts at night. She was more than 15 years old.

Taiyuezhu is her grandmother and the only relative she has met.

Lingyue tried to ask her parents five times, but was severely reprimanded. Later, she no longer dared to ask her grandmother, who was the Lord of Taiyue, about her parents. She must listen to the order of Taiyue Lord. After a long time, she was used to being an obedient puppet doll.

Lingyue likes to sit in front of the window after finishing all the homework of the day, and sit for at least two hours. The maid urged her to dress up and go to bed. She didn't hear the response for a long time, so she didn't dare to say more. Their eyes were full of deep fear, as if they were not looking at anyone.

All the servants only saw her alone looking at the moon, but they didn't know what she was thinking at all? They don't dare to guess what she is thinking?

Lingyue is a master with a noble bloodline of the royal family, and it is more likely to inherit the position of the moon lord. Even the closest person should give her the noble gift of a king and minister. Since the former Yuezhu was demoted from the palace, Taiyuezhu's mind has been frustrated, his temperament has changed greatly, strictly enforce the country, and established a new law. He is even more suspicious. He is single-minded to depose the position of Yuejun regardless of the advice of the ministers, and has become more and ruthless to the cultivation of the next master of the next month.

When Lingyue was eight years old, she was led into the forbidden place in the musk king's palace that no one was allowed to enter. Since the first day she entered the fragrant forest full of "singinging", the maids of honor would wash a bucket of blood from her every night when she returned to the palace to bathe, but they did not see that she had A trace of scar, only a strange look was faintly seen in her stagnant eyes, and it was unclear whether it was fatigue, shame, or fear.

Since then, the maids of honor looked at her with a trace of strangeness. Especially when they saw the birthmark of her eyebrows, they would think of all kinds of strange and horrible ghosts and demon legends, and they were horrified and dared not look straight at them.

Lingyue, the lord of the East Palace, is not a human. Many people have said so. Of course, the people who said it are no longer alive.

Those who disappeared inexplicably also aggravated the haze of her unknown life.

Lingyue naturally understands the reason why everyone is afraid of her. She once held a maid's hand tightly and begged to tell her closest maid in a nearly cowardly tone, saying, "You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm a human like you. I'm a living person. If you don't believe it, feel my hand is Isn't it as hot as you?" However, the maid did not dare to look up at her all. The more she begged, the more frightened the maid became. Finally, the maid committed suicide by hitting the wall like crazy.

The blood splashed on the white column of Yue Palace is so dazzling that even five years later, she can still see blood flowing from the white jade column of the carved phoenix and the moon. Every time she saw it, she would close her eyes and recall the scene of that day, and those rumors. The unspeakable sadness was planted in her heart like a tangled poisonous bath.

Blood, cherry red blood, like evil cardamom, is as red as the "Yan peach" on her eyebrows.

Later, the maids no longer dared to approach her except for dressing her, and she dared not come close to anyone, except her grandmother.

When Grandma Moon is away, she can only look at the moon by the window.

The butterfly rain outside the window is still falling silently. The inflorescences, like a string of ice flowers, touch the golden curtain floating outside the window, but it turns into a drop of crystal dew, drifting alone, like fragile life.

As if she had seen something, a flash of joy flashed in Lingyue's bright eyes.

Her snow-white hand reached out of the window and caught the rain butterflies with strange patterns on her wings, one by one in front of her. Her hands had a strange charm, which could make the captured flying butterflies stay motionless in mid-air as if they were frozen by something, as if there were no living specimen.

The maids were frightened and retreated, and no longer dared to look up.

This may be magic!

Lingyue didn't notice them. In fact, for a long time, she didn't notice these maidservants who served her. For her, the Yue Palace was empty, and these people were there as if they were not there.

However, after watching the flying butterfly under the moon in the middle of the night and listening to the bright night music in the middle of the night, she finally gained something.

There are words written on the wings of each flying butterfly, and all the words are connected together as a poem:

The cold moon and lonely lamp shines in the deep pavilion,

Window sleepless flowers flying song,

Don't make golden birds in cages,

Lin Xuan don't ask Han Jiang Che.

"Don't ask..." Lingyue held her cheeks and muttered in a low voice, like a slight wave in the floating sound of fog.

"What a beautiful song. I've been listening to it for three years, and I won't get tired of it." Lingyue smiled happily and waved her hand to disperse the group of patterned flying butterflies. She couldn't help but get up and took out a cross-shaped delicate dagger from the soft pillow.

When all the maidservant saw the dagger and the flower of the capital, they trembled and moved back.

Lingyue still didn't look at them, and took out a pure blue robe from the wardrobe and was about to put it on. The maids rushed to her side, knelt down together and begged, "Lord of the palace, please don't go out now! The Lord of Taiyue has ordered the slaves that the palace owner is not allowed to go out without permission when he sleeps at night.

"Haven't I slept yet?" Lingyue smiled. Although her eyes were always smiling, giving people a gentle and affectionate appeal, the maidservant still did not dare to look at her. They knew that if the palace owner insisted on leaving the palace, no one could stop her and did not have the courage to stop her.

But tonight they have to stop it. They are a rake sandwiched between two sharp swords. No matter which side they retreat to, they are dead! At least if you stop this little palace owner, there will be a glimmer of hope.

"Lord, Lord Taiyue will come to check your sleep tonight. If you are not here, then we will..." A maidservant bowed her head and was caught by Lingyue with a trace of fear in her eyes.

"I've been out for three years, and you all said so. Isn't it all right?" The dark lace robe covered Lingyue's petite body, and the veins of the moonlight flashed like stars and moonlight in the light like the magic flower lotus lamp and water curtain. Lingyue still smiled at the corners of her mouth, and her gentle and quiet face was slightly strangely charming.

A very intoxicating smile, a terrible demon!

The maids all think so.

"But, but... tonight is different. Lord of the palace, the Lord of the Moon will definitely come to the Yue Palace tonight. If you can't find your person, the Lord of the Lord of the Moon will slay our sins. Lord, please... please leave us a way to live?" The fear in the maid's eyes was even stronger, and it had gathered into drops of rain and tears, as if their lives were between her thoughts.

"Why? Why is it different?" Lingyue blinked slowly, and such a slight action made the maids seem to see an evil spirit fluttering over her long eyelashes. Lingyue didn't want to scare these maids and asked in the lightest tone, "If the Lord of Taiyue wants to see me, he will definitely be summoned. When his son sees his grandmother and the Lord of the Moon, he should go to greet him in person. Why did the Lord of Taiyue come to my Yue Palace in person?" Seeing that all the maidservant were crawling on the ground and shuddered, Lingyue asked again, "Did you say something to Lord Taiyue?"

"I'm scared!" The maidservants were even more frightened. "The maidservants didn't say anything. It was Lord Taiyue who found you..."

"I found that I went to the Abandoned Palace Taoyuan Residence, didn't I?" Lingyue was not surprised. Her slender jade finger picked up the agate tassel, tied it with a butterfly, and smiled, "But even if Grandma Yue knows, I will still go, because I will be very disappointed and lonely if he can't see it. This is not what I want to see, do you understand?"

"Of course, you don't understand." After saying a faint sentence, Lingyue picked up the bead curtain and walked slowly.