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Weeping silently, how tired! Li Ying stretched out his fleshy little hand and patted it slightly, as a response. After waiting for a long time, her mother let her go.

Mama brought hot water and waited, and Li Ying was at a loss for what to do. She always felt that I didn't belong here, that I was here now, that there was a bit of a "visit here" nature, and that I would always go back.

"Ying'er, what do you want to ask your mother?" The mother sorted out her emotions and sat down in danger, waiting for Li Ying to speak.

Li Ying thought for a while, "Where's Daddy?"

"Your father, I'm very happy to know that Ying'er has woken up, and he is still in the camp and will not be able to come back until the evening. When it comes to my father, my mother's eyes are full of smiles, and it can be seen that their husband and wife have a good relationship.

After a few more pleasantries, Li Ying went back to her courtyard. Three- and four-year-old children are generally raised by their mother's side, but Li Ying's situation is special. Rome was not built in a day, and the relationship between mother and daughter was not cultivated in a day.

Li Ying sat in the pavilion in the courtyard, looking at the swimming fish under the pavilion. I was thinking about how ancient women stayed at home and what they did. Less than a day after she was reborn, her mother didn't know what her name was, but at least she could be sure of her identity, High Priestess. In a religious sense, the high priest had a very high status. There is another identity, the wife of an officer, a noblewoman, with children and daughters. The mother's own status is prominent, and there must be enemies against her. Judging from the fact that she fell into someone else's way when she was pregnant, and that there was a slut who trapped her daughter's soul in another world, this opponent is very powerful. Of course, my mother's own strength is not weak, otherwise how can she summon me back from thousands of miles! Regardless of whether I am her daughter or not, this body can be her daughter. Li Ying knew that she would have to take time to get used to it.

Li Ling's little brother, the officer's son, has practiced martial arts well, and he is also quite good to Li Ying, he really regards Li Ying as his sister. Now I don't know if Li Ling has any other brothers and sisters.

"Miss, it's windy today, let's go back to the room!" said Mama with some trepidation. Why do you put on such a frightened attitude, will Li Ying eat people? Or do you treat her as a monster? Also, a little girl who has slept for three years suddenly wakes up and can walk, eat, and talk, can she not be blamed? Let's go back, it's windy outside, and there really is a headache and brain fever, and if you don't do it, you'll die! Go back, Li Ying still spares her life.

Back in the room, Li Ying regretted it again, it was so boring. Outside, she can still look at the flowers and plants, in the room, what does Li Ying look at, look at herself?

Seriously, Li Ying hasn't seen what she looks like now?

Looking around, I saw the bronze mirror on the dresser, and I was so anxious that I trotted all the way over. When Mama saw it, she thought something was happening, and she trotted over.

"Sister, what's wrong?" asked Mama anxiously.

Li Ying pointed to the bronze mirror on the stage, and Mama said, "Hey, sister, do you want a bronze mirror?" ”

Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, although it was blurry, he could roughly see some eyebrows. The bronze mirror is innocent, and the appearance is not very good, but it is delicate, but it is not very similar to the mother of this body. Li Ying is quite satisfied with this appearance, as long as she won't be unable to go out, she can accept it. Most of the women with delicate faces have a tortuous fate. Beautiful things, people always want to take them for themselves.

Mama was holding a bronze mirror and was also observing Li Ying's expression. Until now, Li Ying still doesn't know who Mama's surname is!

"Mama. Li Ying sat casually in front of the dresser

"Sister, the old slave is here. Mama stood respectfully, not slacking off because of Li Ying's young age.

"Mama, yours, where is your family?" asked Li Ying casually.

"Sister, the old slave is from Sufang County, and his husband's surname is Tian, and he is General Li's domestic slave, you can call me Mama Tian. Mama Tian said with a smile.

This Mama Tian looks like she is in her early thirties, and eighty percent of them are the "eyes" of her mother.

"My mother has been very tired these days, so you have to serve carefully. ”

"Sister, it is our duty to serve our master well, and Mrs. Jing instructed us to take care of our sister. Sister, you have to take care of your own body!" Mama Tian replied decently, and she couldn't find any questions. Mrs. Jing, Jing, is the surname of the Chu State. Zhao, Qu, and Jing were the three nobles of the Chu State.

"Well, what do you usually do?"

"Back to sister, the old slave is your personal mother, and you can only tell your sister what she wants to do. ”

In the past, the master of this body only slept, and the slaves below could do anything, and no one cared about what they did, as long as they took care of the master's eating, drinking, and Lazar, this was their task, which was easy.

As he was talking, a little servant came over to report, saying that it was lunch time and invited the little master to come over for dinner. Li Ying looked at the sky, it was almost noon, it turned out that the time for training people had passed so quickly, and the news had not been found much, but it was not nothing.

Still in the courtyard of the mother's family, the lunch is more generous than in the morning, Li Ying uses more than the amount in the morning, and the mood is also a factor that affects the amount of food.

Li Ling's little brother was also in a good mood when he saw this, and shouted: "Sister, sister, I like my sister." ”

As he spoke, a servant hurried to his mother's face.

The mother glanced at him and walked out silently, through the screen, Li Ying pricked up her ears, and could only vaguely hear incoherent words such as raw, just, and effective. In an instant, there was no sound behind the screen, and the servant was gone.

The mother returned to the banquet with the same expression, as if she had never moved.

Li Ying didn't pay attention to it at the time, but she just felt that there was an article in it, and later learned that this was the reason why her mother would rather give up her own daughter and summon her soul from another world.

The news brought by the servant was that the queen of the palace was born in the middle of the night, and gave birth to the second son of Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty. As the saying goes, the phoenix is not a sycamore, and if you want to lure the phoenix down to rest, you must have a sycamore tree as an introduction. Li Ying just didn't expect that I was the plane tree.

After lunch, take a break.

Li Ying asked Li Ling's little brother, "Brother Ling, what are you doing all day long?" Can you tell Ying'er about it, Ying'er is so bored in the room." Li Ying hugged him to show his closeness.

Little brother Li Ling thinks she looks funny, and it is estimated that no one is like him. Beside him is either a servant, or an old woman, or a little maid, and the mother is also a stern one.

"Every day, I get up and read early, I go to the academy after breakfast to listen to my husband's lectures, at noon I have to take a short break after lunch to practice horse archery, and my father teaches me personally after dinner. He looked at Li Ying with a smile, and there was no trace of bitterness in his tone. Li Ying thought that he had high hopes, a seven or eight-year-old boy, such a schedule was really full. The father personally taught, that is, at night, the father had to check how his son was studying that day, which was really tiring.

Nodding, Li Ying rubbed his chest as a sign of comfort.

He touched Li Ying's head funny and cut it. The mother watched the interaction between Li Ying and Li Ling's little brother, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

What did women in ancient times do in the boudoir? Embroidery with needles, reading "Women's Training" and "Women's Rings", learning women's appearance and women's virtues, etc., hey, it is really not suitable for Li Ying.

After the lunch break, I talked in every way, but my emotions had not yet adjusted, the injury on my wrist was not yet healed, and my spirit was insufficient. Before he could do anything, his mother came and brought something. Come on, come on, what else do you bring!

"Ying'er, my mother is here. What do you think, does the injury on your hand still hurt?" said as he checked Li Ying's injury.

"It's my mother who has a heavy hand, and my mother has brought you a good plaster, and the wound will not leave a scar after it is healed. As he spoke, he took the pale green plaster and smeared it on Li Ying's wound, and the miraculous thing was that after the ointment was touched, it was refreshing and refreshing, and the wound was not so painful. Even if she has a little conscience, after all, she is the biological mother of this body. Li Ying didn't know at that time that the pale green plaster was a Gu, that Gu was harmless to the human body and beneficial to physical health, but it was a mark, from the very beginning, Li Ying was branded with someone's mark. That's an afterword.

After applying the ointment, he put a mutton fat white jade bracelet on Li Ying's gloves, which is beautiful: to cover up the wound, in essence, that thing is a soul binding. Although Li Ying had doubts, she felt that there was no harm in wearing it, and she accepted it, but she forgot that the mother of this body was the high priest. Weigh what the high priest gives you. This dumb loss, Li Ying, who came for the first time, should bear it.

That afternoon, in the back garden of the Li family's compound, there was a scene of mother and daughter being happy.