The first princess of the world

Chapter 9

Nangong Fengxue's body is 13 years old, but she looks a few years younger, with withered and yellow hair, a earthy face, and a shriveled body, she looks like a bean curd that makes Nangong Fengxue Snow herself felt very speechless.Except for a pair of eyes as black as black jade, flowing with bright light to attract people, there is nothing else about this body that satisfies Nangong Fengxue.

Although the person in the mirror looks similar to his own appearance in the 21st century, in comparison, one is as beautiful as a fairy, and the other is as ugly as nothing.Stretching out her hand to touch that familiar yet unfamiliar face, Nangong Fengxue's eyes shone coldly.

The calluses on his hands burned his face, and his skinny hands looked oozing.The little ten fingers have no flesh except skin and bones, just like a thin bamboo that may be broken at any time.

With such an appearance and such a body, although Nangong Fengxue had already known it in her heart, she still felt very distressed when she first saw it.She finally knew why the deity of this body never looked in the mirror when dressing up, because she didn't want to see her own appearance.

Nangong Fengxue still remembered that when her parents were alive, although she was weak and often had to take medicine, she was chubby and very cute.

However, the current state is really a bit miserable.Thinking of the black steamed buns she gnawed every day, Nangong Fengxue mourned her misfortune and was angry at her.The first daughter of a dignified family has gotten to this point, and the servants all eat better than her.

One can imagine that Nangong Fengxue, a little girl, can survive in such a cannibalistic family with both parents dead. It is really not easy.

Alas, Nangong Fengxue sighed and stopped being entangled.Anyway, now that she is in charge of this body, she will not swallow her anger like the original deity.In short, people don't offend me, I don't offend others, if people offend me, we will kill the weeds and root them out.

Nangong Fengxue casually combed her ponytail, washed her face and went out to the courtyard to start her physical training.She made a small plan for herself, running every morning, practicing agility in the morning, practicing sword and saber techniques in the afternoon, and practicing the inner strength of the spring sun and melting snow in the evening.

trot.

Nangong Fengxue stopped after running for a few steps, then stared at her skirt for a long time, then hurried back to the room to find a pair of scissors, and cut the hem of the skirt.She didn't stop until she cut it into a knee-length skirt that wouldn't hinder her from running.

Putting the scissors on the rock beside her, Nangong Fengxue started to run in big strides.Without the obstruction of the long skirt, it is much more comfortable to run.

After running for an entire hour, Nangong Fengxue didn't stop until she was hungry.After returning to the room and eating the food from the big kitchen yesterday, and resting for half a stick of incense, the morning training started again.

After a day of training, Nangong Fengxue was exhausted, but her heart would be as sweet as eating honey.Although her skill has not reached one-tenth of the level of her previous life, her body is gradually getting better, and she is no longer the person who can fall when the wind blows.

Looking at her hands that were slowly becoming stronger now, Nangong Fengxue picked up the scissors at the side and threw them towards the big tree behind her, and the scissors fell to the ground with a bang.Nangong Fengxue turned her head to look at the scissors that had pierced a small hole in the tree, feeling a little disappointed in her heart.

She is still too weak to thorn a big tree.

(End of this chapter)