"This child is still young, and he has been bumpy all the way, whether he can survive depends on this night, this is a prescription, hurry up and decoct the medicine, alas", a voice that seemed to be a doctor sounded outside the door, only to hear a soft female voice slightly choked up and said yes.

On the wooden bed in the room, a small pale face frowned.

Leng Qingqiu had a headache at this time, and the memories of the past were intertwined, rushing and pulling his soul. It didn't take long for Leng Qingqiu's perception of the things around him to become stronger.

The long eyelashes trembled and trembled, Leng Qingqiu squinted his eyes laboriously, and vaguely saw a beautiful face with sorrow. Before he could hear what the woman was saying and confirmed that the surrounding environment was safe, Leng Qingqiu fainted again.

A wind chill came violently and went violently.

In the blink of an eye, Leng Qingqiu has been living here for half a month, and he has gradually adapted to this body. The wind chill has long been cured, but he is still not allowed to go out of the house.

If asked the reason, Leng Qingqiu took a deep breath. At the age of three, Leng Qingqiu was reborn in a three-year-old girl. A serious illness some time ago took the life of the little girl, but her body ushered in a cold soul.

It was still early, but Leng Qingqiu was not sleepy at this time, and a pair of cold eyes were a little empty at this time.

Leng Qingqiu's previous life was extremely injured, and after ten years of war, his body was already overdrawn, and he relied on precious medicinal materials to hang his life.

As the eldest daughter of the Leng family, she was personally taught by her grandfather, so she naturally understood the truth that the bird is hidden by the bow. After Xiao Zan ascended the throne, Leng Qingqiu took the initiative to write back to Suzhou to raise his wife, and he was not very attentive to those temptations that were absent, and he did not tire of them. Now that she is dead, Leng Qingxian, her own sister should be able to be her queen with peace of mind.

In the Leng family, Leng Qingqiu gained a lot, paid a lot, suffered a lot, and lost a lot.

Leng Qingqiu lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she withdrew her thoughts.

During these days of observation, Qingqiu had a general understanding of the environment in front of him.

Leng Qingqiu is now in a three-entry mansion in the border city, he has just moved from the capital, and there are only two masters, this body and his mother.

There are not many domestic slaves in the house, only one Mama Zhao, who is in charge of the inner courtyard; is responsible for Leng Qingqiu's daily life is Tsing Yi, a pretty girl who is not good at words but has quick hands and feet; In charge of the kitchen is Tsing Yi's mother; There is also Uncle Zhao, who is responsible for managing some industries, and has not yet returned from other places; There are also two rough girls and two little girls, so I won't describe them in detail here.

Outside the window, the sky was getting brighter, and there was movement outside. Thinking of that gentle and tough woman, Leng Qingqiu unconsciously had a little more warmth on her lips.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a gray-clothed woman with a woman's sideburns to walk in softly.

Qingqiu pretended not to wake up, and let her stand at the head of the bed and look straight at herself. I saw that after she helped Leng Qingqiu tuck the corners of the quilt, she turned her head slightly, her shoulders twitched, her eyes flushed with red clothes, and she shook her body and turned around like walking outside.

After Mama Zhao saw it, she comforted the woman in gray again and again, "Miss, the little lady is still there, the eldest son has arrived and is placed in the outer courtyard, if you see you like this, pass it back, the old lady will feel sorry for you again."

"Mama, I know, it's just, it's just, I'm abandoning like this now, I, I'm sorry for Ping'er, but no matter what, I can't leave Ping'er there, if Ping'er has three long and two short, I, what ,,,,, afraid of death." The woman in gray's voice was full of choked words, but she slowly suppressed her tears.

The beautiful woman's tearful eyes were full of apology and love, and Mama Zhao's eyes were also full of complexity, but the same thing was that neither of them had regrets in their eyes.

Yes, this woman in gray is the mother of Leng Qingqiu's body in this life, Cang Su Niang.

Mama Zhao had something to say, Tsing Yi came in with toiletries, and Mama Zhao took advantage of the situation to stop talking, said to Su Niang to see the preparation of breakfast, and retreated.

Leng Qingqiu sighed slightly, turned over after Cang Suniang came in, and slowly opened her eyes.