Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner

Chapter 2 Dream Contract
White, everywhere is a vast expanse of whiteness.

Wu Qing stood on the spot, surrounded by mist and had no idea where she was.

While looking around in a daze, a child walked out of the white mist. He was dressed in white, and his fiery red pupils were like burning flames, shining with innocent eyes.

The boy's silver-white long hair was draped down to his waist, and his delicate face was like a perfect work of art.

He raised a bright smiling face and called out in a pleasant child's voice, "Master."

Hearing his name, Wu Qing felt a little strange.

Such a cute child actually called her master?

The boy ignored Wu Qing's reaction, he spread out his tender little hand, and there was a ring quietly lying in his palm.

"Here." The boy looked up at her.

"What do you give me the ring for?" Wu Qing knelt down and squeezed the little boy's face, "Your red contact lenses look good, and your hair is silver-white?"

The boy tilted his head, did not answer her question, but put the ring in Wuqing's hand seriously, with an ethereal and unreal voice, "Remember, my name is Yinyue. What's your name?"

"My name is Wu Qing, the Wu of Wutong, the ruthless Qing."

Before Wu Qing finished speaking, the ring in her hand suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light, dispelling all the surrounding white mist. In the dimness, Wu Qing heard a voice in her mind saying: "The contract is established, and the recognition of the master is successful."

contract?

Wu Qing didn't have time to think about it, the magnificent blue color had filled the whole space, and a huge amount of information flooded into her mind in an instant, but she didn't feel any pain, instead, she felt warm, and there was a warm feeling all over her body. Understand something, but miss the point.

Wu Qing stood there for a long time, digesting the information in her mind, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw the simple and elegant boudoir before her eyes, and there was a touch of incense in the air.

This room again, the white mist space just now, and that little boy with fiery eyes and snowy hair...are they all dreams?

Wu Qing sat on the bed without saying a word, she raised her left hand to look, and saw a rosy blue ring on her slender finger, which was given by the boy.

"Miss, are you okay?" A worried voice came from beside my ear.

Wuqing's eyes followed the sound and fell on a delicate woman. This woman was wearing a lake green dress, with a fair face and clear eyes.

"I am fine."

Wu Qing struggled to search her memory for a long time before she realized that the woman's name was Bi'er and she was her personal maid.

"Miss, do you want some water?" Bier asked.

"En." Wu Qing responded, sorting out her messy thoughts by the way.

The memory in the brain is a mess. From the fragmentary memory, Wu Qing roughly understands that the country he lives in is called Xi Country, a country that advocates martial arts. There are many professions in Xi Country, but summoners and warriors are the most popular. Both are divided into combat systems. The difference is that to become a summoner requires a successful contract summoning ring, while becoming a warrior requires one's own diligence and proficiency in combat skills.

In the country of Xi, the strong are most worthy of people's respect.

Wuqing's father is a general of the Xi Kingdom, named Nanfeng Minghao. He is a nine-star warrior. Every spring and summer, he will go to the northern border of the Xi Kingdom to guard the peace. The country itself worships and respects the strong, and Nanfeng Minghao is revered as the God of War General.

In the eyes of the common people, the general God of War has never lost a battle, guarding one side and protecting Xi Country.

The owner of Wu Qing's body is named Nan Feng Qing, a lady from the General's Mansion.

Nanfeng Minghao's wife is Qing Ronglan. She is not a daughter of a high-ranking official, nor does she have any prominent family. It is rumored that she is just an ordinary woman rescued by Nanfeng Minghao when he returned home. The two are in love with each other. Nanfeng Minghao has only one wife, Qing Ronglan, and no concubine.

This relationship used to be a good story in the mouths of the servants in the mansion. When Nan Fengqing was young, he overheard the servants saying that the parents were married by the emperor, and the marriage was grand, and there were countless people celebrating it.

Qing Ronglan has two sons for Nanfeng Minghao, the eldest son Nanfeng Zihe, and the second son Nanfeng Shaojue.Back then when Nanfeng Minghao won the battle, the eldest son came to the world, and the emperor of the Xi Kingdom named the child Nanfeng Zihe. Since then, the name of General Nanfeng has become widely known, not only because of his military exploits, but also because of his star rank—— Nine-star warrior.

Only one step away from ten stars.

Qing Ronglan gave birth to a daughter, named Nan Feng Qing, who is now Wu Qing, and her two older brothers doted on Nan Feng Qing very much.Nan Fengqing was weak since she was a child and could not learn combat skills. When she grew up, she even failed to contract a summoning ring. Even though she was born beautiful and proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she could only be a good-for-nothing in the eyes of others. But General Nanfeng was well-known and deeply respected by people, and few people mentioned Nanfengqing, so this good-for-nothing young lady could only be accompanied by the piano all day long, depressed.

Qing Ronglan had brought Nan Fengqing to several grand gatherings. Nan Fengqing's two elder brothers Yushu Linfeng, with extraordinary bearing, were praised by people, but Nan Fengqing was buried in a corner and no one mentioned it. Feng Qing had heard gossip from the servants in the mansion, some felt sorry for her, while others were dissatisfied and indignant——the general's daughter, the name of waste wood.Don't even humiliate the general.

Since then, Nan Fengqing seldom goes out, and even refuses to communicate with others.

In Nan Fengqing's memory, apart from the warm memories of her relatives, there are also somewhat happy memories of her childhood. When she grew up, her memories were almost all melancholy and melancholy.

(End of this chapter)