What a harmonious and beautiful scene the Dou Dynasty was at this time. At the same time, in the modern apocalypse......

"What should I do, Xinxin fell into the water!" The ants on the hot pot of Chu Lishui paced around the river.

"There's no way, the Huya River is so urgent, it's very likely that we will be washed away if we rush in." A girl suggested.

"But you see, Xinxin has been underwater all the time, and nothing seems to be going on......"

The people on the water were talking one after another, and the "Xiao Chuxin" under the water was nothing. The woman under the water pondered over and over again whether to go up or not.

I...... Is this to Hades?

But why does it seem to be a babbling river with a familiar smell?

This should be Huangquan, it will wash away the painful memories of my life, and then I will go to Meng Po to reincarnate, and I can continue to the next life.

I hope that in the next life, I can become the Gu Sheng lady next to the emperor.

Your Majesty Zisang, the courtiers are wronged! The courtiers still remember you, you save the courtiers!

Thinking about it, Nangong Chumeng's body slowly floated up, and then a big wave slapped her to the shore.

"Ahh Xin Xin floated up, the sky has eyes, ......" Chu Lishui immediately ran over and prayed, and then gave "Xiao Chuxin" a cardiac resuscitation.

Thirty-five, thirty-six......

Pressing it again and again, Nangong Chumeng spit out a mouthful of water. The girls watching next to her were surprised and excitedly said, "I'm sapient", and Chu Lishui pressed harder.

"Hmm!" Nangong Chumeng spit out a mouthful of water and sat up suddenly. "Where am I?"

"Huh? Xinxin, have you lost your memory? ”

Nangong Chumeng was surprised. Could it be that she is reincarnated? She remembered that she had fallen into the water in Dou Cheng.

"Girl, the courtiers don't know where this is, is this the Huya River?"

After saying that, I looked back. A sign reads "Ancient Imperial Palace Scenic Area". There are familiar golden gates, red pillars, tall vermilion palace walls. Everything was so familiar, except that the vermilion paint had fallen off a lot, and the warm light of the oil lamps no longer revealed in the ancient pavilion.

"Uh, Xinxin, your tone is so strange. But you just fell into the Huya River, and it was the big waves that sent you up. Chu Lishui was dumbfounded, and another person who was also dumbfounded answered for her.

"Who is Xinxin? The courtier's name is Nangong Chumeng, eighteen years old this year, and she is the personal maid of the current saint Sang Yanyang. ”

No one answered, so Nangong Chumeng took the initiative to ask:

"Am I wrong? Can you tell me a little bit about my family situation? ”

Chu Lishui also felt embarrassed. Usually these things that Xiao Chuxin doesn't want to mention were actually asked by me quite curiously. She took a deep breath with a dark face and introduced word by word:

"You are from the 22nd century, Xiao Chuxin, sixteen years old this year, a sophomore in S High School. You have no father or mother, you were raised by your mother's cousin, and your aunt is not good to you, and she only wants you to get good grades in exams every day. Today is August 15, I'm Chu Lishui, your aunt doesn't cook you a sumptuous Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, you can only come to my house to eat. Now you should know who you are, my ancestor! ”

Nangong Chumeng geographed her "identity data" one by one, thinking to herself: I must be dreaming. The dream I had a moment before when I fell into the Huya River drowned, and now this dream will never wake up. Of course, I had to accommodate the person of my dreams. So he said:

"It's so strange, the girl is obviously the same generation as the courtier, why do you call the courtier an ancestor? And the girl's surname is Chu, we are not people with the same surname. ”

Chu Lishui couldn't wait to die in the Huya River. Chu Lishui took another deep breath and stretched out his hand:

"Come, Xiao Chuxin, please go back, I'll take you home. Go to my house first, and come back later. ”

Chu Lishui really brought Nangong Chumeng back to "Xiao Chuxin's" house. 、

The woman in the room didn't say anything. Nangong Chumeng visited everywhere, looking east and west. She opened the curtains, looked at the bright lights and hundred-foot-tall buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and stretched out her hand, as if she could touch the moon in the sky with her hand. She stroked the glass again and muttered:

"This dream of mine is very real. Probably because I have been a maid all my life, the windows in my dream are all made of crystal, even the screens are silver silk fabrics as thin as cicada wings, and the window frames are also white jade. Could it be that my living conditions are too bad, and other people's homes use such good things? ”

In the words, "being a maid for a lifetime" almost happens to be Xiao Chuxin's life. The woman didn't hear what Nangong Chumeng said. Nangong Chumeng continued to visit, dancing on the marble tiles, looking up at the chandelier on the ceiling, and was extremely curious about its light.