The spring of the 31st year of Yuanqing was a rainy spring.

There was a thin line of rain floating in the air, and the blue-gray tiles had already been dyed shiny.

The delicate and intricate brick carvings on the roof are more conspicuous than usual, and the moss that used to look old at the corners of the eaves has also been brought to life by this rain, and the eaves that look dull on weekdays are also much brighter.

In the distance, the simple and low-key horse-head wall stands on top of each other, and the original pure white wall is also rendered with light gray wavy water lines, as if the ink screen standing against the canopy of the sky, covering half of the gray sky.

The varnish pillars were also wet, as if you could smell the fragrance of the fine wood from afar.

The foundation of the ground was wet and narrow, and the windows with 10,000 flowing water patterns were closed, and the windows inlaid with transparent glass reflected the figures of the two girls sitting on their knees in the room playfully and cutely.

This is the Buddha Hand Lake Courtyard of the old four rooms of the Chu family in Pukou, when the ancestors moved here, married the girl of the Yin family in Huizhou, it was in accordance with the style of the Hui school to build a house in the family, exquisite and meticulous and magnificent, and invited the craftsmen of the south of the Yangtze River to carve the garden, so that the house of the Chu family is unique, even compared to the old house of the family in Jinling City, it is not bad.

The little girl with two circles of jasmine buds on her hair looked out of the window in a daze, and seemed to have not seen anything, she had been here for half a year for some reason, she was actually dead, and she didn't expect to come back to life, but she became a different person.

She once had a name called Lord Anning, and she didn't know those old people who were far away in the capital, but she was okay.

I still remember that every time I encounter such a delicate and dense spring rain in spring, the imperial grandmother will always show her face, thinking that the spring rain is as expensive as oil, and the people of the world should have a good harvest this year.

She still remembered the smile of the imperial grandmother, on her white face, her eyebrows were graceful, just like the hot springs of the West Mountain.

The years have left some rippling water lines in the corners of her eyes, but they have not taken away her beauty, even if she has passed the age of ear shun, she can still make her granddaughter fascinated.

The county lord of Anning often thinks that this may be the demeanor of the mother in the world.

"Miss, it's your turn." The little girl with her double bun blinked her big watery eyes and flattened her mouth, "Miss, my arms are sore, and you are distracted again." ”

She shrugged her shoulders, her short fingers covered with a rope made of red velvet, and the girl's unique timbre had a miraculous penetrating power.

Fang was still crooked on the big pillow of the Luohan bed and looked at the little girl who was distracted by the rain outside the window, and when she heard the call of the little maid, a spirit sat up straight, looked around, as if she had just woken up from a dream, and slowly stretched out her short ten fingers to pick the velvet thread.

Ten fingers twisted and picked, and the vertical and horizontal "chessboard" woven by red velvet thread instantly turned into a winding "river".

Looking at her flawless white jade, but short and immature hands, the little girl was in a trance again.

Her fingers used to be slender and slender, weak and boneless, but they were soaked raw with warm milk every day, otherwise these hands that had practiced good swordsmanship and sharpened good embroidery should have been covered with a thin layer of calluses.

Alas, those beautiful hands may have already been buried with the passing of her body at this time, and she was really blind to so much fresh milk.

Now in their place are a pair of hands like this, water chestnut general, strange girls.

She was reincarnated, she is only seven years old this year, she is the young lady of the Pukou Chu family, she is seven in this generation, her name is Chu Xiusun, and the memory of her previous life still remains in her mind.

She still remembers that not so ordinary but really short life, she is the only biological son of the Queen Mother Jin Wang only left in the world, she once had a blessing and admonition titled Anning County Lord, everyone called her so, no one seems to remember her milk name, Ah Quan.

Every time she thinks of the imperial grandmother, she feels a dull pain in her heart, the imperial grandmother is her dearest person in the world, she died unexpectedly, I don't know if the imperial grandmother is too sad, she is really unfilial as a granddaughter.

The memories of the previous life are vague, and I always remember some of them when I have nightmares.

When she woke up more than half a year ago, she saw that the roof was not filled with the familiar blue-and-green ceiling, but instead with neatly arranged varnish rafters and thick beams.

She tried to get up to see where she was, but she found that her body was sore, she couldn't move, her head was dizzy, and she thought she was having a nightmare.

And soon, she discovers that her situation is a thousand times more terrifying than a nightmare.

There is a beautiful woman's face in a limited field of vision, and the auspicious clouds on the sideburns are dotted with red coral and pearl spikes.

Then the woman, with excitement and worry on her face, raised the back of her hand and touched her forehead, and excitedly turned around and called out, "The fever is gone."

Then there was another whirlwind, and faces of all colors came and went, and she widened her eyes wide, and tried her best to look through the cracks, and found that it was a strange bedroom.

The black-lacquered cabinets, shelves and beds, the curtains are sandy green, and there seem to be dark patterns of cordyceps embroidered on them. Later, she knew that her speculation had some errors, this was the south, there was no need for a kang, she was lying on an Arhat bed.

But what's going on?

Resisting the urge to scream, she tried to roll some of her eyes, which were not quite obedient, and saw the young woman again, who was whispering something softly, and she had no time to discern it.

Then, something even more terrifying happened, the woman raised a sallow little hand, put it to her mouth and kissed it, and she felt a soft and warm peck on the back of her hand!

God, is this her hand?

Fortunately, the short seventeen years of her last life were spent on thin ice, and she didn't know how to speak, so she knew how to distinguish people's feelings, and before she was sensible, she learned to be invisible.

But what's the situation, she seems to have fallen into the water, and she turned into a child, borrowing corpses to resurrect her soul?

Don't! Are you kidding.

This, this, isn't this a plot that only exists in the book!

The indescribable shock, she was really hard to accept, and she couldn't avoid being sick, lingering on the sick bed for half a year, and finally got better at the beginning of spring this year.

Xiusun was the lord of Anning in his previous life, and lived in the noble and solemn Cining Palace since he was a child.

As the saying goes, the heavier the pressure, the more intense the retribution, and all kinds of dignified and calm in the previous life were all pretended by her life.

Now that she has come to the Chu family, which is far away from the temple and has a simple population, of course, she no longer pretends to be herself, and she doesn't care that she is actually seventeen years old, and she is very obsessed with all kinds of games that she has heard of and has never played in her childhood, and she can't play if she wants to.

The original owner of her body, Chu Xiusun, has been an inactive character since she was a child, and her body is very weak, obviously she is seven years old, and she is still like a five or six-year-old little bean sprout, her hair is yellow and thin, and the old lady of the Chu family has long been worried.

And since the granddaughter fell into the pond and fell seriously ill, her temperament became lively, and her heart was very happy.

Since the granddaughter likes to play, of course, she must give her full support, and specially selected a few girls who are good at various children's games from the wedding Zhuangzi to play with her.

This magpie is best at rope flipping, shuttlecock kicking and white rope jumping.

There is another second-class maid named Yingge, who can shake the bamboo, smoke the spinning top, and tie a beautiful kite.

"Miss, Miss! You're distracted again! The coquettish voice rang in her ears again, louder than Fang Cai, interrupting Xiusun's thoughts again.

She looked intently at the velvet thread wrapped around her chubby fingers, and the pattern of the "little river" had turned into a "small bridge" running between the little chubby hands like water chestnuts.

"Miss, where is your soul going again?" Seeing that she was stunned, the little maid quietly came over again, learning what her mother often asked her when she was at home, and also learned from her mother's appearance on weekdays, curled her short fingers, and gently flicked a little on Xiusun's eyebrows.

Unfortunately, she was seen by Mama Shen on the side, and tapped the corner of the little girl's forehead with her fingertips, and scolded softly, "Magpie, how did you talk to Miss?" Miss's the one you can touch casually? When the rain stopped, I stood under the eaves of the porch with a basin of water for an hour. ”

The little maid was stunned, and then realized that she had said the wrong thing and done the wrong thing, so she quickly begged for mercy.

"Good mother, I just came, I don't know the rules, I don't dare anymore, you can spare me this time." She leaned over to Mama Shen and begged bitterly, still holding the red velvet thread in her hand and not putting it down.

Mama Shen is a gentle old woman, the magpie has been in the Huanshi Mountain House for less than a month, and she has not seen Mama Shen speak loudly, and she is a little maid specially picked up by the old lady from the wedding Zhuangzi to play with Miss Six to play rope turning, and she is more loved by Miss on weekdays, and the grandma and the big girl in the yard don't care much about her, so she has the courage to ask for excuse.

Mama Shen said, "No, how can you remember if you are not punished, serve the master, that is not a word or deed can be wrong." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the needlework on the kang table, and by the way, he told the second-class maid mandarin duck standing aside, "Count the time for her for a while, and a quarter of an hour is not less." ”

I lifted the curtain and went to the west room.

"Miss......" The magpie came pitifully to ask Xiusun again.

Xiusun pretended not to see the pleading in the little girl's eyes, and then realized that it was me, "It's my turn." ”

Disciplining the little maid is Mama Shen's errand, and she doesn't plan to do it herself, not to mention that the magpie's behavior really deserves to be punished.

Xiusun stretched out his hands, hooked and flipped over, and the "small bridge" became the "sun".

The magpie still didn't give up, twisted his body and lay on the kang table of yellow rosewood, approached Xiusun and begged, "Miss, you can exempt me from punishment." ”

Xiusun raised her eyes to look at her, her eyebrows that were so faint that she could barely see them raised, and her little hand slapped on the kang table with a snap, but the magpie was immediately frightened and straightened up.

The child has a seizure as an adult, and the momentum is more than a star and a half, it looks like a playhouse, and Xiusun also sighed secretly.

Okay, if you lose, you won't lose, so let's clean up this little girl first.