From time to time, there was a whispering voice in Yang Mo's ears, she tried hard to open her eyes, but she could only see some vague figures, and soon she couldn't help but fall into a half-dream.

Since she dreamed of Yang Molan again, scenes of the past kept appearing in her mind, and those past events did not belong to Yang Mo, but to Yang Molan. Yang Molan grew up in Chang's family and waited wholeheartedly to marry Chang Yining, but she didn't expect Chang Yining to be given marriage by the emperor, Yang Molan could only be persuaded by Mrs. Chang to commit herself to being a concubine, and Yang Molan, who became a concubine, died in childbirth, such a short life......

Everything is so real, as if it had already happened.

As long as he thought of the ruin of the Yang family, Yang Mo felt sad for a while, and his father, mother, and grandmother, tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Pain, unwillingness, longing for her family, all her feelings were stuffed into Yang Mo's body, like thousands of ants gnawing at her together, making her breathless.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Mo gradually regained consciousness, she slowly opened her eyes, the sunlight rushed in directly, shaking her tears, and the furnishings in the room met her eyes. There is a kumquat bonsai on the painting case by the window, which was raised by Mrs. Yang herself and given to Mrs. Changda at the beginning of the year.

Except for the bonsai, everything in the room made Yang Mo feel familiar, she had seen and used it, but it seemed that a thin veil had been covered in her heart after hundreds of years, and now it was blown away by the wind, and everything hidden below gradually became clear.

Yang Mo looked to the side, and there was a maid wearing a cyan biki sitting next to the bed, who was lowering her head and picking up the line.

"Autumn ...... Tong ......" Yang Mo subconsciously shouted.

Qiu Tong raised his head in surprise when he heard the voice, and the ball of thread in his hand fell to the ground all of a sudden, and he came back to his senses for a while, and grabbed Yang Mo's hand, "Miss...... Miss...... You've finally woken up. ”

Hearing the sound in the house, the maid outside the door also ran into the house.

"Spring and ......" Yang Mo squirmed her lips.

Chun He's eyes were red in surprise, and he threw himself in front of Yang Mo's bed in a few steps.

It's like relatives who have been separated for a long time, and finally get together again, Chunhe, Qiutong, so many years, so strange and so kind, the long-lost cordial feeling returned to her heart.

The window was blown open by the wind, the filial piety clothes supported on the bedside hanger swayed in the wind, and a scene suddenly floated in front of her that she would never forget.

Her father, dressed in royal blue strapping, took her little hand, and she suddenly broke away from him and ran forward.

Father's clear voice was behind him, "Slow down, slow down." ”

She looked back and laughed, "I'll come after me again when I think of Yan Husuo." ”

Father stopped and didn't move, she panted forward along the corridor, occasionally blinking at the tassels of the big red lantern under the corridor, she began to clap her hands, "Qianhu, fengfeng, lovage, cimicifuga, Sophora, white fresh...... just counted "Yanhusuo." Suddenly, her father turned to appear in front of her from the other side of the corridor, and she stopped and smiled on her face.

She thought that she ran far enough, and her father couldn't catch up, but who knew that she was caught, she was aggrieved and cried all of a sudden, and the yard was full of her cries, and the nurse and maid were flustered.

The father was stunned, and immediately coaxed her softly, "Be good...... My father didn't catch up with Nannan, and Nannan ran again......"

She waved her hand, "Don't, don't, don't......"

"Don't." Yang Mo muttered, she shouldn't have said that to her father, but now that she looks back, there is emptiness everywhere, leaving her alone and the empty corridor in her memory, and in her ears...... The wind that blows the tassel of light.

She is obviously a modern person, but why does she have ancient memories, now she can't tell which belongs to Yang Molan and which belongs to her.

But there was no longer that empty feeling in her chest, joy and sadness filled her all at once, maybe this is her life, the life she finally found.

The life left hundreds of years ago, the Yang family that was copied in vain, and the lonely and helpless Yang Molan.

Start over, if the Chang family still wants to manipulate her as an orphan girl as before, she will turn him upside down.

The days of sending people under the fence and looking up to people have come to an end.

……

The mahogany sunflower lattice is inlaid with white frosted glass, and the light shines through, and the room is very warm.

Yang Molan has been sick in bed since she came to Chang's house, and it wasn't until she woke up groggily that she realized that it had been three years since the accident at the Yang family.

The maid carefully moved the charcoal basin out, Yang Mo took small sips of weak tea, these days she was adapting to the ancient life, while trying to think about the whole thing clearly, in her previous life, she obeyed the Chang family, committed to Chang Yining as a concubine, she was just a fish on the anvil in the Chang family, why did the Chang family still do such a trick to harm her, with Mrs. Chang's means of governing the family, it is impossible to completely ignore.

Yang Mo put the teacup on the table, only to hear a rush of footsteps.

Chunhe entered the house in a panic, didn't care about sending the little maid in the house down, and said anxiously: "Miss, it's not good, Qiu Tong...... Autumn Tung ......"

Yang Mo sat up straight.

Chunhe took a breath and continued: "Qiu Tong has a rash on his body, and someone from the house has seen it, saying that he is afraid of making others sick, and he wants to move Qiu Tong out." ”

Yang Mo couldn't help but be surprised, maybe it was because she and her previous life had not been completely integrated, and the memories of the past were incomplete, but now after being reminded by Chunhe, Qiu Tong's matter came back to her mind.

After Qiu Tong entered the Chang family, he had a rash on his body, and the Chang family was afraid that it was pox and moved Qiu Tong out, and Chun He also went to the Chang family's Zhuangzi, and it took about a year to return to Yang Molan.

Chunhe is okay, the most pitiful is Qiu Tong, Qiu Tong out of the Chang family soon married by his brother and sister-in-law to Rehe, not long after Yang Molan received a funeral report that Qiu Tong died of illness, Qiu Tong was only fifteen years old that year. As soon as Chunhe and Qiu Tong left like this, Yang Molan was surrounded by subordinates arranged by Mrs. Chang Da, so that Yang Molan's every move could not escape the eyes of the Chang family.

Taking advantage of the fact that the steward of the Chang family had not yet come to arrange for Qiu Tong to go out, Yang Mo got up and got off the kang, "Where is Qiu Tong?" I'll go take a look. ”

Chunhe's eyes widened, "This can't help it, Miss, in case it makes Miss sick......"

She suffers from pox and is served by the two girls, now she can't be afraid of the so-called "sickness" and let the Chang family drive Qiu Tong out, in her previous life, she was young and didn't know how powerful it was, and now she knows what happened to Qiu Tong, how can she not stand idly by.

Yang Mo looked at Chunhe quietly, "Everyone can only have acne once, I have already had it, and I won't be infected." ”

The bland gaze eased Haruha's mood.

The master and servant went straight out of the house to see Qiu Tong.

Qiu Tong lived in the deer top house behind the courtyard, and there were people standing outside the door, seeing Yang Molan and everyone squatting down to salute, Yang Mo opened the curtain and stepped in, and suddenly there was a surprised gasp behind him. The author has something to say: The leader changes the text, I'm sorry students, let's beat the leader to the fullest, the article is revised to make the plot more compact and better, more every day, and soon be able to catch up with the previous progress, I hope you have some patience, and also give the leader this opportunity to correct. There are still three and four watches today.