The mist of water covered a familiar face, and I blinked and muttered to myself, "It's still an illusion, I ......"

I jerked my mouth shut and stared wide. The person in the mirror www.biquge.info same expression and the same action.

"Why are you learning from me?" I burst out of my mouth in anger, and the hand covering my mouth fell on the table.

The person in the mirror also has an angry expression.

I stared at the man in the bronze mirror, raised my left hand and shook it in front of it. The left hand reflected in the bronze mirror holds a hosta. I turned my head to look at my left hand, and I didn't know when there was an extra hairpin in my hand.

That's impossible. My hallucinations were too severe, it must have been.

"Zhu Niang?" Behind him came the inquiry of a female voice.

"Who the hell are you?!" I tilted my head abruptly and said in surprise.

Her lips were furrowed, and there was nervousness and panic written on an unfamiliar face.

I looked at her carefully, and the young girl in front of me actually had a very quaint hairstyle, and then I looked at her, a water-red cloth gown and a tulle blouse, and a muslin linen skirt underneath. Isn't this a costume for a cosplay?

"Zhu Niang......" her trembling lips sent a sound.

I frowned and said, "What are you calling blind?" Who the hell are you, I ask? Why did you turn into this way to play tricks on me? ”

"The slave is Yueying," she wrung the silk cloth in her hand and said cautiously, "Yueying knows that Zhu Niang is uncomfortable, but my uncle is so affectionate, I can't hurt for him." ”

Her earnest and sincere appearance is definitely a model for the loyal servants of countless resentful women in costume dramas. I was instantly touched by her emotional heart.

But...... How did I become an outcast?

Seeing that I was speechless, she said again: "I'll come and serve Zhu Niang and rest." As he spoke, he was about to "move" at me.

I came back to my senses, quickly pushed out my right hand, and made a gesture of rejecting people thousands of miles away: "I'm not called Zhu Niang, let alone Pig Po, and, girl, what are you doing?" How did you get me here? ”

Her raised hands froze in the air, and she wondered, "Yueying has always called 'Zhu Niang' like this." After a pause, he held my hand again and said, "What happened to Zhu Niang tonight?" Say such strange things. ”

Her hands were warm and soft, and I was once again deeply touched by this kind and sincere gesture.

"That's not true." I withdrew my gaze, as if muttering to myself, as if to murmur to her.

"What isn't true? Zhu Niang? ”

His gaze fell on his arm, the sleeves of his aqua satin shirt slid to his elbows, and a white lotus-like arm looked a little dazzling in the dim light. His gaze continued to slide, revealing the toe of an embroidered shoe decorated with green pompoms under Yuebailuo's skirt.

A sentence blurted out: "Who changed my clothes?" ”

Somewhat overwhelmed, she replied, "This ...... This is the morning, Zhu Niang put on herself. ”

I withdrew my hand and tugged at the aqua-green shirt with grass-green water patterns on my body. This cool, slippery touch is indeed all that satin hass.

A chill rushed from the back of the spine to the back of the head, and the chest cavity was stuffed like ice. Fortunately, the calm and serious personality I have cultivated since I was a child still keeps me looking calm.

I hung my head and said in a low voice, "Yueying, it's called Yueying, you go out first." ”

She answered, bowed again, and went out of the house lightly, and closed the door by the way.

There was a crisp sound, and the hairpin in his hand slipped to the ground.

I bent down to pick up the hosta and stared at it for a long time. The teacup on the dressing table was still steaming, and my face was reflected in the bronze mirror, but the difference was that the person in the mirror had a snow willow hair ornament on his sideburns, a bright jade bell hanging from his earlobe, his hair was scattered, and the green silk was draped over his shoulders.

I thought of the face in the Spirit Lake, remembered what she said, and looked around at me. All of this, all of this, feels so real to me, is it really not my hallucination, but everything that is real?

In this situation, I just want to ask aggrieved and confused the words that the protagonists of countless travel texts have asked: "Could it be that I have crossed over?" In order to express my grievances and doubts more intensely, I put my hands to my heart, looked up at the roof, and lamented: "Oh my God, am I really being crossed? ”

But wouldn't such a crossing be a little "cheap"? Most of the modern people's crossing methods seem to be more "grand", either because of being hit by a car or being electrocuted. I crossed it so easily, how could they be embarrassed?

But then again, am I crossing my body or my soul? Which dynasty did you travel to?

I rolled up my sleeves and spotted a black mole the size of a sesame seed on my porcelain-like arm. This is the same as on me, but the skin color of the pure porcelain is three or four points darker, which is worthy of the results of my experience of running all over the country in the past seven years and being exposed to the wind and sun. I touched my whole body up and down again, and there was not much difference, except that my breasts seemed to be a little fuller. I'm still not sure if it's my own body.

I bent over and fiddled with the pom-poms on my embroidered shoes in a bit of frustration, and suddenly remembered that I had accidentally twisted my foot while playing in Qingzhiwu a few days ago, and the skin on my ankle was scratched. I lifted my skirt, took off my embroidered shoes, and took off my socks.

What a foot this is! It's narrow, palm-sized, and I can wrap it up with one hand. These are obviously wrapped feet.

I don't want to have such feet on my own. It's not my body.

I turned my face away and put them back on with my hands in my hands. Such feet make my heart ache when I look at it.

It seems that this dynasty is in the second half of the feudal society, at least after the five dynasties and ten kingdoms. During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, there were only a handful of women who bound their feet, and most of those women lived in the court. As soon as I look at my outfit, I know that the owner of this body can never be a harem nobleman.

What is the identity of the owner of this body? Wasn't that just confirmed...... It's a resentful woman in the boudoir.

The girl called "Yueying" should be a maid, and she is also a dowry maid, because she calls the male owner here "uncle". It seems that the maid is still loyal to her own family.

It's just that she calls me "Zhu Niang...... In which dynasty in history did people use to call women "certain mothers"?

The name "Sun Erniang" popped out of my head and scared me. Could it be that this is the "poor and weak" Song Dynasty written in the history books?

Then I won't lose money this time, and I'll lose a lot.

First of all, the dynasty I traveled through was not a strong dynasty, and I might experience the upheaval of the "Jingkang Rebellion"; Secondly, I have crossed over into a resentful woman in the boudoir, which will seriously affect my singing wind and flowers; In the end, this is still a resentful woman in the boudoir who has wrapped her feet, and I can't run away if I want to.

No, I'll have to put it back on.