Zhao Jingshu was reborn in the Zhuo family, one of the three major families today, the Zhuo family is a family of military generals, and the eldest son and grandson of the family are all marching in the border Liaobei. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhuo Yijia's father is Zhuo Zihua, the second master, from the history of the Sanpin Metropolitan Governor's Mansion.

Zhuo Yijia's mother, Yun, is just Zhuo Zihua's concubine.

Zhuo Zihua has three wives and concubines, the second lady He is the wife, and gave birth to a son and a daughter, the second lady Zhuo Yirou, and the third son Zhuo Yicheng. Aunt Yun's gave birth to a fourth daughter, Zhuo Yijia. Aunt Wen's. gave birth to a son and a daughter, the fifth son Zhuo Yimin, and the sixth lady Zhuo Yiyun.

After the Yun family gave birth to Zhuo Yijia, there was no movement, and this daughter was sick all the year round and said little, so after a long time, she felt that Zhuo Yijia, the fourth lady in the second room, was half a fool. After a few years, Zhuo Zihua forgot about this concubine, and also forgot the daughter born to this concubine. Even when the Yun family died a few years ago, Zhuo Zihua, who was in the side, received a letter, but he only glanced at it and stopped asking.

Now she is also thanks to Zhuo Yijia who is not favored, but few people care about it, saving a lot of trouble.

"It's all ready. Qingling looked at Zhuo Yijia with concern and replied. After the accident with his own lady, he woke up again, and his temperament was a lot cooler, or he was heartbroken.

Although the fourth lady is a concubine, she is also the biological daughter of the second master, and she was not favored before, but now she has been closed by the ghost gate, so many relatives, but none of them came to see her. Now this grandmother's birthday, which is probably what Zhuo Yijia looks like, the young lady has been embroidering the picture screen with them for several nights without sleep.

"Fetch my sword. Zhuo Yijia commanded. Hearing this, Qingling turned around and went to get the sword.

Zhuo Yijia walked to the side of the bed and changed into the light clothes that he usually practiced martial arts.

Qingling said that she was in a coma for three days because she accidentally fell on her forehead and hit a stone half a year ago, and woke up when the doctor said that she could not be saved.

After waking up, she lay motionless for nearly half a month, like she had lost her soul.

So after she got used to it, she began to practice swordsmanship. This body is very strange, it is very weak when it first wakes up, and it falls weak when the wind blows. After practicing for a few days, my body bones are surprisingly good, and it seems to be very good at the beginning.

She asked the maid, and she said that she was in excellent health when she was a child, and that she was fine running in the snow in her underwear in winter. It's that after Aunt Yun left, she looked weak.

"Miss, your sword. Qingling took the sword to Zhuo Yijia.

Zhuo Yijia took the sword and walked towards the door.

Qingling looked at Zhuo Yijia who went out and sighed. In the past, the young lady used to practice swords with wooden swords, but after waking up, she practiced swords and transformed into real swords. But the decision made by the young lady, she supported it. What's more, she originally hoped that Miss could change the character of the soft persimmon.

Of course, she will not interfere with such a change in sword practice.

Qingling turned around and picked up the oil lamp on the table, walked outside, and put on her clothes. glanced at Hongshan, who was lying on the bed on all fours. Shook his head.

"Hongshan, hurry up. Qingling lifted the quilt and called. This Hongshan got up later than Miss every day.

As if hearing some sounds, Hongshan half-squinted at Qingling, slowly opened her sleepy eyes, and glanced at the courtyard in the direction Qingling was looking. Then he half-propped himself up and yawned.

In the courtyard, Zhuo Yijia, who was dressed in white, held a sword flying, turned over and took out his sword, and every movement was neat and decisive. It didn't look like a seven-year-old girl could practice a sword at all.

Zhuo Yijia was born in a family of military generals, and her physical foundation is better than that of other children, although the family has never invited a husband for her, but under the instruction of Aunt Yun, she often practices martial arts. Now, although Zhao Jingshu, who has never practiced dancing, has been practicing this body for half a year, she is becoming more and more comfortable.

After a while, the sky began to brighten.

Qingling walked over with a wooden basin. "Miss, it's time to wash up and change. ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Yijia put away the sword and raised his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Zhuo Yijia stopped his sword, but the leaves on the locust tree in the courtyard were still falling. Falling leaves flew in the courtyard, fluttering over Zhuo Yijia's hair, and then falling on her shoulders. There seems to be only one person and one tree left in the quiet world, which seems a little bleak.

Back inside the house, he took the towel from Aoling. After washing up, Qingling picked up a piece of clothing and came over. Zhuo Yijia glanced at it, and the peach-colored filament cloth was tattooed with the darkness of begonia flowers. "No other clothes?"

"Yes. Qingling turned around and walked to the box, looked at it, picked up three pieces of clothing, and came over. The young lady had very few clothes, and thinking that she was going to attend her grandmother's birthday today, she took one of the most valuable of all her clothes. For some reason, the young lady was not satisfied.

looked at the three pieces of clothing that Qingling was holding in her hand, they were all styles she was going to choose, pointed to one of the light green skirts and said, "This one." ”

After tidying up the placket, the pleated texture of the hook adds a bit of agility to Zhuo Yijia. Although the clothes are not much better than those of the maid, with Zhuo Yijia's cold and repulsive feeling, it is not out of harmony, but looks chic.

At this time, Hongshan pushed the door and came in, as if she had finished freshening up.

"Come and dress up Miss. Qingling turned her head to look at Hongshan, who seemed to still have the breath of bed, and said helplessly.

Although the lady usually asks her to make up, she just wears a bun. But today she always feels that the young lady doesn't want ordinary makeup.

Hongshan stepped forward a little inexplicably, glanced at Qingling, and then at Zhuo Yijia. "Miss, what kind of hair do you want?" Hongshan blinked.

"Half-hung boudoir. ”

"Good. Hearing this, Hongshan divided Zhuo Yijia's hair into shares, the upper half of the strands were tied at the top, naturally hanging on the shoulders, and the rest were draped on the shoulders to form a swallowtail.

Hongshan looked at her young lady with satisfaction. The young lady dresses very casually and never dresses herself. Although the facial features are quite beautiful, in the backyard of the Zhuo family, where there are countless beauties, it is really inconspicuous. Today, I dressed up a little like this, and it was eye-catching to look at, and Hongshan nodded with satisfaction.

didn't care about Hongshan's appearance, Zhuo Yijia glanced out the window, and when it was about past the hour, various voices outside the courtyard had begun to sound.

Today, the kitchen is probably preparing for the birthday of the old lady of the Zhuo family, and the people in their side courtyard are not welcomed, but now let Qingling and them go to get breakfast, just looking for a moldy head. So Zhuo Yijia took the leftover snacks on the table yesterday and ate them.

Hongshan watched her young lady start eating the leftover food from yesterday again, and she was angry. "Let's just eat some of the rest, and Miss will eat too! I'm really angry!" he said and didn't forget to stomp his feet.

Qingling looked at her and said, "It's not a matter of one or two days, you have to say it once a day, don't be tired." ", and then glanced at Zhuo Yijia's leftover dim sum. A trace of helplessness crossed Qingling's eyes.

"No, I don't think so. I feel comfortable when I say it!" Hongshan looked at Qingling dissatisfiedly and said.

Zhuo Yijia picked up the handkerchief and wiped her mouth. Standing up, he straightened the wrinkled corners of his clothes that he had just sat down, as if this was not an ordinary cotton silk, but a silk garment embroidered with gold silk.