Jiang Louyue lowered her head and couldn't help but gasp-

Not only the legs, but even the arms, are a lot shorter.

What's going on?

Wrong!

Jiang Louyue couldn't help but be a little panicked, and when she turned her head, she found that on the right side of the room, there was a pear blossom sandalwood table, and the corner of the table was broken, which was very shabby. On the table, a bronze mirror, spotless and bright.

Jiang Louyue's heart moved, and while she was anxious, she quickly rushed to the edge of the bronze mirror.

The table was high, and she stood on tiptoe to see her reflection in the mirror.

It was a beautiful little face as beautiful as a demon and as immature as water. The slightly raised Danfeng eyes are self-contained, and a vermilion beauty mole on the right corner of the eye is delicate and lovely.

The beautiful eyes are shining, the nose is high, the cherry lips are beautiful, and the skin is like a nine-fold demon snow moon.

-- What a beautiful little beauty.

Any girl, if she has such a posture, I am afraid that she will smile from ear to ear. However, Jiang Louyue had an extremely frightened expression.

"I ...... How did it get smaller?! ”

Jiang Louyue was shocked in her heart, she married Gu Lingshu as a concubine at the age of seventeen, and was used by her husband at the age of twenty-four, as a bargaining chip in the transaction, and sent to Emperor Jiuchen's couch.

And now I look like I am twelve or thirteen years old!

From her appearance to her body, there is a terrible truth - she has degenerated from a mature young woman to a cardamom girl.

Is there such an unthinkable thing in the world?

Reverse growth, does it really exist?

Jiang Louyue stood in front of the bronze mirror, motionless, unable to speak for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a "creak" sound, the door of the boudoir opened, and a little girl about the same age as Jiang Louyue stepped into the room with a copper basin in her hand.

"Miss Seven, you woke up so early today."

Jiang Louyue heard the movement, her body stiffened, she suddenly turned her head, and said in surprise: "Liu Fu? ”

Liu Wu is her personal maid, and she followed her to marry into the Shizi's Mansion, but unfortunately, she was later killed by Gu Lingshu's wife.

Seeing the dead person reappearing in front of her, Ying Ying smiled lightly, and Jiang Louyue suddenly had an urge to cry.

Could it be a phantom?

Jiang Louyue took a few steps forward, stretched out a plain hand, and trembled and stroked the side face of Liu Wu.

It's not fake, it's warm to the touch and the skin is smooth.

"Miss Seven?" Liu Wu was stunned, her apricot eyes widened, she looked at Jiang Louyue in disbelief, and said, "What's wrong with you?" ”

How could the young lady look at herself with such caring eyes?

Hasn't she always looked down on people the most, and always disliked herself for being clumsy?

"Great-" Jiang Louyue's voice was a little choked, she opened her arms, hugged the catkins into her arms with some excitement, and said in a dumb voice, "It's true, it's true!" It's great that you're alive! ”

Even the catkins look like they are twelve or thirteen years old, and the situation is a little weird.

"Liu Wu, what year is it in the Great Dry Calendar?" Jiang Louyue packed up her emotions and asked the question in her heart.

"Huh?" Liu Wu was hugged by Jiang Louyue like this, a little flattered, and muttered, "Now it's ...... The Great Dry Calendar is 814 years. ”

"What?"

Jiang Louyue suddenly changed color, let go of her embrace, grabbed the shoulders of Liu Wu tightly, stared at her with burning eyes, and asked, "Isn't it the eight hundred and twenty-sixth year of the Great Qianli calendar!" ”

"No, Miss Seven, you remember wrong." Liu Fu shook his head, with a determined expression, and said, "It's the eight-hundred-fourteenth year of the Great Cadre Calendar, absolutely right!" ”

Jiang Louyue was messy.

What does that mean?

She thought she was dead, but when she woke up, she found that her body had become smaller, and the time had gone back twelve years?

"I ...... Is it twelve? Jiang Louyue lowered her head and looked at her palm, the palmprint veins were zigzag.

"Of course!" Liu Wu nodded affirmatively, and said with a sweet smile, "The slave maid is also twelve years old, the same age as Miss Seven. ”

Jiang Louyue's eyes were dark.

She reached out a hand and covered her dizzy forehead, breathing a little unsteadily.

It's really back 12 years.

No, she needed to be quiet and digest this unbelievable fact.

"By the way, today is the sword poetry banquet in the Wuwen Hou Mansion, I heard that the Hou Ye banquet invited many celebrities, but it was lively, and the Seventh Lady dressed up early."

There was a hint of expectation in Liu Wu's voice, and he said, "It's rare for the Seventh Lady to see Master Hou once a month, this is a great opportunity." ”

In the Daqian Dynasty, officials to marquises can marry one wife, two flat wives, and four concubines.

According to the rank of military merit, the rank of the Daqian Dynasty was divided into princes, dukes, marquises, counts, viscounts, and lords. Therefore, Jiang Louyue's family is in Kyoto, which is not a big powerhouse, but it is not bad.

Jiang Louyue's mother's name is Yinxi, born in Qing-Lou, without a surname, and is the fourth concubine married by Wu Wen Hou Jiang.

The status of the concubine is very low, and it is slightly better than the subordinate. Princes and nobles often give concubines to each other for some special purposes.

Thinking of this, Jiang Louyue's face darkened, and a coldness crossed her beautiful eyes.

Before she was reborn, as Gu Lingshu's concubine, she was transferred by her husband to other men and humiliated him wantonly.

Her mother is a concubine, and she was still a concubine in her previous life.

Since she has relived her life, she Jiang Louyue swore that she would never be anyone's concubine again! The dodge should be avoided, the flash should be flashed, and the light should be obscure.

"Wait a minute, Liu Wu, where did you just say my mother and she went?"

A light flashed in Jiang Louyue's mind, and the alarm bell sounded in her heart.

"I went to the Peony Garden to participate in the sword poetry banquet, and it is said that ten marquis, earls and viscounts have all come to the banquet." A sweet smile crossed Liu Fu's face, and she continued, "The Seventh Lady is a famous talented woman, if she can show her talent at the Sword Poetry Banquet, she will definitely be able to get the favor of the Hou Ye again......

"No way!"

Jiang Louyue roared, her face was cold, and she interrupted Liu Wu's words.

"Miss Seven is angry."

Liu Wu was stunned, her neck shrunk, she bit her lip, lowered her head and said, "Did the slave say something wrong?" ”

"Mother can't go to the Sword Poetry Banquet, absolutely not!" Jiang Louyue took a deep breath, and the things of her previous life involuntarily appeared in her mind.

Jiang Louyue's mother is a Qinglou Oiran, and she is the first talented woman in Kyoto at that time, and she has always been a green and white person before marrying her father Wu Wenhou.

But a woman from Qing-Lou, even if she gets rid of her "lowly status", she can't hold her head up for the rest of her life.

In the previous life, my mother was because at this sword poetry banquet, in front of many powerful people in Kyoto, she played the guqin and opposed her father Jiang Li's poetry, but she was reprimanded by her wife on the spot, accusing her of "bad conduct, reciting beautiful poems, beautiful voices, Qinglou habits do not change, and lose the face of Wu Wenhou"