It's like being in the water of the ruins, endless cold and silent.

It's hard to make even the smallest movements, I can't feel my breath, my heart doesn't beat, and I just keep thinking about some old things.

On the Gobi Desert in Shuofang, Han Chinese women in Hu costumes rode high-headed horses and galloped with a team of iron horses, with captured tartars tied behind the horses, and some people sang country tunes and laughed wantonly.

Somehow, a poem suddenly popped up in my mind: "The athlete must be fast, and the horse must be fast." But Qi Caicai never memorized it.

The more I tried to see the woman's face, there was always a fog obscuring it, only a haze. However, the faces of those iron horsemen were clearly recognizable, and Qi Caicai still remembered that they were all strong generals under Daddy, so he was even more curious, and wanted to get closer to the woman and see it more realistically.

"Who are you?" Qi Caicai tried to open his mouth to ask, but no sound came out.

But the woman seemed to hear Qi Caicai's question, turned her head to look at her, the mist gradually thinned, and the woman's black hair and lips were faintly visible, "I'm you." ”

How could there be an unfamiliar female voice, thinking like this, Qi Caicai lost consciousness again.

A burst of mournful cries were piercing, and she slowly opened her eyes, and in front of her was a coffin of Nanmu, was she out of her soul to see her own funeral?

Qi Caicai looked around, she was not floating in the air as those ghosts and monsters said, at this moment she was kneeling on the ground, next to her was a woman wearing linen and filial piety, crying heartbreakingly, and there were many foils behind her who were howling and pretending to cry, Qi Caicai looked at it, no one recognized it, and there was no way to know what was going on. This coffin is placed in the main hall, hanging white flags on all sides, it was originally a soul, the wreath paper figure is piled up with four corners, for the mourning, according to the specifications are not simple, but far less than the funeral in the palace.

Strange places, strange people, are they crying for her?

Also, there is no master in the East Palace, and there must be some princesses or Mrs. Hou who are close to her family to preside over her funeral. Thinking about it, Qi Caicai was relieved, she simply became a ghost, and she was too resentful to accept her, so she could only wander, so she might as well turn into a ghost and scare those wicked people of the Jiang family to death, and it would not be in vain.

The body was a little empty and floating, Qi Caicai stretched out his hand to help the coffin and got up, but he didn't lose his sense of touch, and wanted to look at his appearance before leaving, and raised his eyes to see a young man with a white face lying inside.

Qi Caicai was only slightly startled, but he was almost frightened by the screams of the woman beside him.

"Ahh

The woman looked at Qi Caicai, Qi Caicai looked back at the woman, her eyes were facing each other, Qi Caicai seemed to see her own shadow in the woman's eyes.

She can see me!

Qi Caicai was startled by her own discovery, and ran out of the mourning hall as if she didn't know how to face it, she was not familiar with this place, and this was not her funeral, so why was she here?

Her thoughts became more and more confused, the mystery became more and more complicated, and there were people chasing after her behind her, including the woman who could see her, calling "Shen'er" in her mouth, Qi Caicai ran, she didn't know why she was running, but she had the memory of being chased like this intermittently, and her body began to gasp for breath when she ran down, and her feet slipped into the cold lake.

The lake choked in a big gulp, Qi Caicai's struggling hand was still, she drank doves in the fire when she was alive, and drowned after she died, her life is really ridiculous......

"Wake up, wake up, God bless, Shen'er, why don't you want to tell your mother, your mother can't lose you anymore. With the familiar cry, the woman who had a relationship with Qi Caicai was lying on her stomach and crying.

Some memories rushed into Qi Caicai's mind, it was a memory that did not belong to her, it was Shen Xiaoshen, the talented woman in the capital who she had never seen but was extremely prestigious, the woman who had been with the prince for life as soon as she was born, but finally annihilated in the rolling red dust due to illness.

Her tears, her resentment, her hatred, her thoughts.

Two people, the catastrophe of the two worlds, Qi Caicai, and Shen Xiaoshen, merged into one under this extraordinary encounter.

"Mother......" Qi Caicai, no, it should be Shen Xiaoshen's slender and pale hand on Mrs. Shen's back and patted it, this mother, there is Xiaoshen's last thought, and Caicai's regret.

Your mother will be supported by me from now on, Qi Caicai said in his heart, the last wisp of resistance in this body dissipated, Qi Caicai felt that the whole body was warm, the blood spread to the limbs, to the fingertips, about this moment Shen Xiaoshen's body accepted Caicai's soul, the beating of the chest made Caicai have the feeling of returning to the world, his eyes were a little moist, Qi Caicai hugged Mrs. Shen, there was a faint taste of bergamot, not the fragrance of her aunt Mrs. Qi, but it also made Caicai feel comfortable.

Mrs. Shen cried a lot, and was in charge of the funeral, she was really tired, and she went back to rest with the help of the maid in the second half of the morning.

Today's funeral is for Shen Xiaoshen's own brother, Shen Qinting, the eldest son of the Shen family's eldest son, Shen Xiaoshen was released from the East Garden to mourn for his eldest brother, Xu was shocked by this matter, and Xiao Shen, who was already thinking a lot and weak, went like this, so Qi Caicai's body was cold when he woke up, his heartbeat was still, there was no sign of being alive, and his limbs were as stiff as marionettes when he ran, and he couldn't save himself after falling into the water.

Mrs. Shen is afraid that she doesn't know that her two children have become dead souls, Qi Caicai's heart is sad, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, no wonder the wife of the court official department is old and haggard like a peasant woman who has been exposed to the wind and frost and sun, how can the grief of her mother not make people cry.

It's just that she has been awake for a long time, but she has never seen Shen Zhiwei, the main official of the Shen Mansion, appear, in Xiao Shen's memory, the father of the Shen family seems to only care about the rise and fall of the family, and he is always cold for his children, not as good as Qi Caicai's general father in case, but it's a pity that ...... Qi Caicai sighed heavily, even if he was reincarnated, there were some things that he couldn't let go of after all.

A maid pushed the door in, broke the silence, and called in a low voice: "Girl, girl?" Seeing that the master was open, he walked to the bed with a tray of soup and porridge, and said with a smile: "But it's better? The slave and maid feed you some meat porridge, and you always eat more energy." ”

Qi Caicai didn't like to be approached by unfamiliar people, so he sat up consciously and said softly: "It's good for me to come by myself." ”

This maid seems to have a close relationship with the original owner, Shen Xiaoshen, and is not pretentious, she handed the bowl to Qi Caicai, but sighed with a bitter face: "The girl was originally well-off, but the old man was blinded by lard, and now that the eldest prince is gone, I am afraid that the life of the girl and the lady will be even more difficult." ”