Under the plum blossom hexagonal sash, a beam of moonlight moved slowly, and after a while, it hit the target mirror on the bookcase in the room. There was a woman sleeping on the couch in the www.biquge.info room, the woman's cheeks were fresh and her nose was greasy, although her face was sick, but it was difficult to hide her amazing beauty.

A bright spot suddenly appeared at the woman's eyebrows, and she frowned slightly between her eyebrows, and she was awakened by the moonlight.

As soon as Yi Ying opened her eyes, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her lips: What's the matter? Can she be saved by the doctor again? It's just that her body is just a lingering breath in the world, and she doesn't drag down her father.

As soon as this thought came to her, she realized that something was wrong. She looked around carefully, but the more she looked, the more frightened she became.

A three-legged gilt incense burner was smoking, and a kang table was set up on the kang opposite, and on the table were scattered some boxes of sweets and snacks, rouge and gouache knick-knacks. Where would she put these when she recites scriptures and worships Buddha all year round, and the incense is not the sandalwood she is used to, it is clearly a strong and fragrant jasmine!

......This is not her little Buddha Hall! She clutched the five-poison sachet tied to the bed, and lost her mind for a moment, as if she didn't want to accept something.

Could it be ...... Zhao Fu, how could this be?

She got up from the bed, picked up the mirror on the bookcase, and carefully positioned it. The hand holding the scope shook for a moment. Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still taken aback when she saw the appearance of the person in the mirror. In the mirror is a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, her eyes are bright, her skin is like congealed fat, because in her illness, her hair is not pulled up, her long black and straight hair reaches her waist, and she seems to be much thinner.

What the hell is going on? The person in the mirror is indeed herself, but how can she be so small? She clearly remembers what she looked like before she died. With a pale face, listless all day, like a walking corpse, where could this little girl with a strong spirit?

She returned to bed in a daze, her mind in a state of confusion and unable to figure it out.

At this time, a little girl about ten years old dressed in a pure purple plain armor and wearing a silk child came in. She was taken aback when she saw Yi Ying sitting on the bed, and then said happily: "Sister Zhilan, you are awake!"

Yi Ying was interrupted from her thoughts, looked at the little girl, and her face changed. She stared at this familiar face, a face she couldn't let go of until she died.

The little girl didn't know why, so she was careful in her tone, and said with a smile: "Sister's body is all right? It will be Miss's birthday in a few days, and we can't do without you from the top and bottom of Mingse." You fell ill at this time, and the young lady was very worried about you. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and stroked Yiying's forehead.

Yi Ying subconsciously wanted to dodge. The little girl's hand stopped in the air awkwardly, and her face changed suddenly.

Yi Ying's heart turned, and she thought of the word "birthday" she had just heard, and changed her mind: At this time, if you want to know something, you can only ask from the person in front of you.

She smiled slightly, half-jokingly: "Nanping, your hands are cold, my sister is not well now, I can't stand it." ”

Nanping's heart was relieved when she heard this, and she immediately apologized with a little playfulness: "I care about my sister's body, I didn't think about it so much for a while, sister, don't worry about me." As he spoke, he shook Yiying's arm coquettishly.

Yi Ying held back the disgust in her heart, held her forehead and sighed: "I'm a little confused about my illness, I don't remember how old Miss is." ”

Nanping was a little surprised, but she didn't take it to heart, and said with a smile: "Why did my sister forget this? This is a big event in the house, and our young lady is about to turn fifteen years old and have a ceremony!"

Yi Ying couldn't help but clench her palms, and a slight pain came. She remembered that she was indeed in Zhao Qingyi, that is, the later Hou wife Zhao of the Hou Mansion of Changxin, and fell ill with typhoid fever on the eve of the ceremony. In other words, she really went back to the thirteenth year old, the year before Zhao Qingyi got married!

Nanping watched in amazement at her unusual reaction. couldn't help but say loudly: "Sister Zhilan, what's wrong with you?"

Yi Ying came back to her senses, regretted her gaffe a little, and forced a smile: "It's okay, I just thought that I had been sick for a while, and I must have caused a lot of trouble to Miss, and I have to kowtow to Miss tomorrow morning to thank her." When Nanping heard this, she said enviously: "Speaking of which, Miss is really good to my sister, and the ornaments in my sister's house are all first-class and good among the people in the house", said, picked up the Xiangfei mud gold and white yarn fan placed next to the bed, and looked at it carefully: "I heard that this fan was brought by the second master in Zhejiang, and it is worth a lot of money, only the lady and the eldest lady have it in the house, and the young lady who came out of the house didn't look at it, I didn't expect the young lady to give it to the sister, I look, the sister of Zhishu even ...... you."

Yiying couldn't wait to listen to her bastards anymore. It's just a fan, she wants to ask the young lady for herself, these words, almost all the masters in the house have been arranged, if it is passed out, where is her foothold? I don't know what she thought originally, she actually took this random arrangement, the ability to flatter and favor as a pure conscience in the bottom of her heart, straightforward and fast-talking, and regarded her insatiable appearance only as a willfulness in front of her sister.

She figured it out, her tone became cold, and she interrupted her words: "Nanping, how dare you arrange the master of the house? It's getting late, go back and rest. "I didn't say a word about the fan. Nanping was stunned, in the past, whenever she showed a little desire, no matter what, Zhilan would always give it to her, today she behaved so obviously, how could she ...... She really couldn't bear such a delicate fan, and she wanted to say a few more words, but when she saw Yiying's eyes gradually becoming cold, those words suddenly swallowed into her stomach. I couldn't help but get up and say goodbye.

Yiying silently watched her leave, then looked at the moonlight, and smiled disdainfully: "It's a big night, I don't know if you really came to see me, or do some other Laoshizi?"

She let out a sigh of relief, now that she had decided on the matter of rebirth, she should also think about what the future path would be.

In another year, if she doesn't do anything, she will enter the Xu family as Zhao Qingyi's dowry maid. She shook her heart and clenched her palms, no, she must not enter that demon cave again: she was careful with Zhao Qingyi all day long, and she still couldn't escape the fate of being framed and suspected of being abandoned.

By the way, there is also the Xue family, since she has been reborn for a lifetime, can she change the tragic fate of her mother and the Xue family? How should she return to the Xue family and remind everyone? All of this requires long-term and meticulous planning.

If she wants to change all this, she must first take care of this sick body, otherwise everything will not be possible. She nestled into the quilt, closed her eyes, and a face that always had a gentle smile appeared in her mind, and the corners of her lips hooked: Grandpa Guo, I have a chance to change all this, I wish you can still get what you want in this life.

As the night deepened, the people in the house slept more peacefully than ever.