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In March, the south of the Yangtze River is full of flowers, and the wind is light and the curtain swallows are flying

Visitors cherish the night candles, and the willows are thick and spring

A civilian residence in Yangzhou City, but recently there have been cries from time to time.

The neighborhood knew that it was only two years ago that a young woman with a small child, who had been told the other day that he was sick. In this world, it is strange that it is difficult, and the kind-hearted neighbors are very sympathetic to them, and they usually take care of them slightly.

At this time, in the residence, the bedroom was filled with the smell of medicine, and a woman was decocting medicine at the door.

I saw that this woman had a handsome face, slightly thin, a high nose bridge, and a small mouth that was not greased and red, but a pair of red and swollen eyes detracted a lot from it.

On the bed lay a little boy, covered with a thick quilt. The facial features are exquisite, a small face is a little pale, and sometimes frowns a thin brow, which can't help but feel distressed by the woman who looks up from time to time.

Suddenly, a low groan sounded, the child opened his eyes, and the woman, who was always paying attention to the movement on the bed, immediately noticed the situation.

"Young Master, you're awake!" The voice was full of surprise.

The child didn't make a sound, he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him in a daze, and didn't understand why she called him young master, could it be that which bastard was idle and the actor was invited to fuck him? But this actor is too smart. He thought so, but gradually realized that something was wrong, the walls around him were all wood! Where are the walls made of wood in modern times, even if there is, it is not something he can afford to live in, and the furniture placed everywhere is not borrowed from the ancestral tomb, right? Everything in front of him revealed weirdness everywhere, he couldn't help but struggle slightly to get up, only this move, suddenly felt that his body was like a thousand pounds, his head tilted, and he fell into a coma again.

This child is none other than the soul of Chen Hao, who has crossed over from modern times, and by chance, he happened to enter the body of Jia Qing, the son of He Qingqing, who was seriously ill.

Besides, the woman was shocked when she saw that the child was unconscious again.

"Young master, what's wrong with you, don't scare Aunt Liu?"

The woman said that she couldn't hold back her grief, and after a long time, she was sure that the child was only unconscious and there was no other major problem, so she stopped crying. looked at the child's face stupidly, and his expression became firm again.

"Young master, don't worry, Aunt Liu will definitely find a way to let you return to the Gongfu Mansion and return to your father, so that you don't have to suffer with me when the time comes," Cuiliu said to herself.

Since leaving Jiafu, she has asked someone to inquire about the situation in Ningguo Mansion in Beijing every once in a while. A few months ago, someone brought back the news that Mrs. Ning Guofu had died, and she suddenly felt that this was the will of heaven, and it was the will of heaven to let the little young master return to the Gongfu Mansion. So she asked someone to send a letter to Beijing again, but it had been three months, and there was still no news, which made her a little uneasy.

......

Three days later, it was still the same small courtyard.

Chen Hao sat alone in the courtyard, and after a short period of astonishment and surprise, he quickly accepted the fact that his soul crossed and became a child, and he also knew that the original girl was not an actor, but his maid in this world, named Cuiliu. He should have called her Aunt Liu.

Looking at this small but neat courtyard, Chen Hao twitched the corners of his mouth, although if he had such a courtyard in a modern town, he would probably die of happiness. But this is in ancient times, such a dilapidated courtyard means that he is a lord with no money and no power, how can he show his strength and achieve great things? Chen Hao thought stinkily.

But I heard Aunt Liu mention that his father in this world seems to be a big official, so how did I get to this point? Don't be kicked out, then you might as well be a good citizen. Go back and ask Aunt Liu, I didn't think to ask this two days ago when I was too weak.

Crunch, the courtyard door opened.

It was Aunt Liu, who had gone out to work, who came back, and she helped in a small cloth workshop. It's a shame that Jia Qing and his mother gave some silver taels at the beginning, otherwise, how could she afford to keep asking people to bring back the news to the capital. However, she is not a person who sits on the empty side, since two days ago, 'Jia Qing''s illness was miraculously cured, and after she repeatedly confirmed, she went out to work again the next day. Because she didn't know if Jia Jing had received the news, she had to raise little Jia Qing, which was her promise.

"Aunt Liu, you're back!" Xiao Chen Hao happily rushed away and threw himself into Cuiliu's arms.

Although the age is over twenty in my heart, it's not illegal to sell a cute, anyway, this body is still small. Chen Hao thought so, but he knew that the woman in front of him was all he relied on, and he had to hold it tightly.

Cuiliu hugged the little man in her arms, with a bright smile on her face. Carrying him to the door of the bedroom, he put the dishes in his hand on the kitchen stool on the eaves of the porch, and said softly: "Young master, you play by yourself for a while, and Aunt Liu will make you your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs first." Then put Chen Hao on the ground.

With an "oh" sound, Chen Hao walked to the small stool in front of him and sat down, and said, "Sure enough, ancient and modern little children like to eat sweets...... but I don't eat sweets!" ”

......

Half an hour later, Chen Hao brazenly tore up the dignity of a man in his twenties and became a little child.

"Hey, Aunt Liu, the ribs you made are so delicious, how can they be so delicious, suck ......"

Cuiliu's face bloomed with a smile and replied, "Really? I've never seen you eat so much before, hey, slow down, don't choke. Looking at Chen Hao who used both hands and mouth in front of him, a meager layer of sweat stains on his little face, he praised the deliciousness while eating, the more Cuiliu looked at it, the more cute he felt, and he loved this little person very much.

After a long time, Chen Hao patted his little belly, dissatisfied with its capacity, and didn't dare to eat it anymore. wiped his mouth with his sleeve, saw that Aunt Liu also stopped his chopsticks, and finally asked seemingly casually: "Aunt Liu, where is my father, why doesn't he want me?" ”

The voice is infinitely aggrieved......

Hearing such aggrieved words from the villain in front of her, Cuiliu was very distressed. Thinking that he might have to go back to the mansion in a short time, he was afraid that he would never be able to eat at the same table with him like this and call himself Aunt Liu affectionately, and he couldn't help but feel very sad.

"Your father is in the capital, he ...... He was too busy, so he asked his aunt to take you out to play, your father is an adult, and he has a lot of things to do. "She can't say your dad doesn't know you exist, right? I also think that he is still young, and he can't see through a white lie. I don't know how Chen Hao can't hear that there is something greasy in this, but he just doesn't want to behave too abnormally and cause unnecessary trouble. I made up my mind to read more books in the future, so that even if there are evil places, I can shirk it to the sage books.

I wanted to ask him about his mother, but it didn't seem like he would get the answer he wanted, so he simply didn't ask, anyway, he was still young, and his days were still long.

This made Cuiliu a little surprised, in the past, Jia Qing would also ask him about his father, but he prevaricated, and he thought that today was the same as in the past. Looking at the little master, I felt that he had suddenly grown up a lot......