Yan Zenyi fell into a coma on the day of her thirtieth birthday.

She was diagnosed with stomach cancer a year ago. When he was diagnosed, he was already terminally ill, and there was no medical treatment. No one knows why Yan Zenyi, who is obviously the number one editor-in-chief of the top portal website, can't cure the disease.

Yan Zenyi took the few savings left, and after handing over all the work, she was ready to complete her trip in the last stage of her short life.

But the day before she was scheduled to leave, she fell unconscious.

She had a long dream in a coma.

A huge pull pulled Yan Zen Yi into a small, dark but warm space that made people feel very safe.

There was only a loud rumble in her ears, and she wanted to open her eyes to see where she was but couldn't do anything about it. She was a little aggrieved, she knew that her life was short, she knew that she fainted while walking.

But should I have been taken to the hospital by ambulance? Why is she in such a noisy and cramped place where I don't know where?

She sensed a light above her head, and she squeezed desperately into the light. The only light was very small, and her head hurt a little, but she still couldn't squeeze it out.

"Madame, use some more force! Already see the head! A woman with a loud voice shouted anxiously.

Yan Zenyi was a little confused when she heard this, why did such a tone and words look like she was giving birth? But if his mother is single, where will the child come from?

The space slowly squeezed towards her, she was a little nervous, but she also felt the pressure of this small space, pushing her towards the exit a little.

Her head hurt even more from the squeeze. The pressure behind her became more and more intense, and she felt that her head had passed through the narrow exit, and there was a push that pushed her whole person out of that cramped space.

She felt a pair of huge hands catch her. Leaving that space somehow gave her a sense of fear that she was no longer safe, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say a word.

Yan Zenyi's fear was even worse, and she desperately wanted to open her eyes to see her surroundings clearly. She thought of the warm space, the narrow corridor, and the words of the loud woman.

She suspected that she had missed Meng Po soup, and reincarnated with her memories.

The moment she opened her eyes to see her surroundings, she felt herself fly.

She raised her hand to take a look, but it was a translucent hand, not a soft and fleshy little hand like a baby, it was a big hand that she had touched the keyboard for more than ten years, and there was a thin layer of calluses on her fingertips.

Yan Zenyi was very confused, she had obviously been reborn just now, but now she was like a geist, floating translucently.

She lowered her head to see where her new life had begun.

Beneath you is a completely unfamiliar environment, without any modern décor, and the room, though large, is full of antique mahogany furniture.

An old woman in an ancient dress with a strange bun of hair was wiping the body of the baby in her arms with a towel that still exuded a hint of heat.

Although Yan Zenyi felt incredible, she also understood that her reincarnated life was not in modern times, but in ancient times. She lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly.

In her previous life, she was obviously modern, but as a woman, she was oppressed by her patriarchal parents, and her life was miserable since she was a child. And this new life was reincarnated in ancient times, and the idea of patriarchy covered thousands of families, what kind of life will she have?

Yan Zenyi looked at the baby in swaddling clothes, the little baby opened his eyes, but it seemed to be out of focus.

The small mouth that was still crying was closed at the moment. There was a red tear mole in the corner of the eye, and on that delicate little fleshy face, there was a burning light.

Is that her new body? It should be, she touched the small red tear mole in the same corner of her eye. Her body, which had been bare a moment ago, was now draped in the same color as the baby's swaddling robe.

The woman on the bed fell asleep as if she had exhausted her strength, and the old woman walked out of the room with her swaddling clothes in her arms.

Yan Zenyi also flew out of the chamber.

There was a handsome man standing outside the wing, walking back and forth anxiously outside the wing, followed by a very handsome and lovely boy who looked to be only eight or nine years old, and like the man, he was also anxiously following the man.

When the man saw the old woman walking out with the swaddling clothes in her arms, he immediately stopped and hurriedly greeted her. The boy behind him almost hit his head, but the man didn't care, his big hands, which were sweaty from nervousness, trembled and stretched out to the little swaddling clothes.

"Congratulations to the prince! The princess gave birth to a daughter, and the mother and daughter were safe. The old woman carefully handed over the swaddling clothes in her hand, and smiled with a smile on her face.

The man who was called Wang Ye also took the swaddling clothes carefully, and there seemed to be a little tear in the corner of his eye. He couldn't close his mouth with a smile, nodded his head again and again, and said, "Great, I have been looking forward to it, and finally ushered in this king's little padded jacket!" ”

"Father, I want to see my sister too!" The boy next to him jumped to his feet in a hurry, eager to snatch the swaddling baby from his father's arms, but he was afraid that he would fall on his infant sister.

The tall man didn't seem to hear the pleading of the child next to him at all, and only looked at the poor little doll in his arms with a gentle face.

His big hands wanted to hold the swaddling clothes tightly, but he was afraid of squeezing the kitten-sized baby, and his hands hung nervously and bewildered, and the old woman next to him smiled.

"Lord Wang, Master Shi'an of Huguo Temple asks to see you!" The butler was pulling his robe and hurriedly ran over from the porter, and before he could catch his breath, he hurriedly spoke, "Master Shi An said that it was about the young lady, and I must see you!" ”

Yan Duhuan originally heard that it was the monk from Shi'an who asked to see him, so he wanted to refuse.

He was an invincible general, he did not believe in orders or religion, he only believed in his own hands. But when he heard that Master Shi An was here for the young lady's business, he changed his mind again.

The whole of Kyoto knows that he has only one son, Yan Youhong. And his princess gave birth today, and no one outside the palace knew about it.

"Just bring it here." He didn't raise his head to command, and a pair of eyes were only full of love and pity for the little baby in his arms.

Soon, the housekeeper brought Master Shi An, who was wearing a yellow Zen robe, over, and beside Master Shi An, there was a little novice who looked no more than six or seven years old.

The little novice's fleshy little face is very cute, but on the left eye, there is a black blindfold, which makes him look a little weird.

"See the prince." Shi An bowed slightly, and then raised his eyes to look at the little swaddling clothes in Yan Duhuan's hand.

"Congratulations to the prince for his daughter, the poor monk passed by the palace today, and saw the auspicious clouds over the palace, and knew that the palace would have a noble person coming today. It's just this noble man...... Dare to ask the prince, is Ling Ai a little too quiet? ”

After listening to Shi An's words, Yan Wanhuan realized that something was wrong.

Newborn babies are crying and crying to eat, or sleeping quietly, but the little doll in her arms keeps her eyes open, but she doesn't know where to look. Isn't there something wrong with this baby?

"Master, show this king, what's the matter with this little doll's eyes not rolling and not crying?" The more Yan Huanhuan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and some of the sick people rushed to the doctor and carefully handed the swaddling clothes to Shi An's eyes.

Shi An glanced at the baby with wide eyes in the swaddling clothes, hung the Buddhist beads he had been holding in his hand on the neck of the little novice beside him, and then took off his yellow Zen robe with his free hand and covered the swaddling clothes in the hands of the prince.

"Amitabha. The prince does not need to panic, making love for life unspeakable. It's just that now there is still a soul in another world that is not finished, and on her thirteenth birthday, her soul will return to its place, and it will be a blockbuster. ”

Shi An clasped his hands together and said, "It's just that in the past thirteen years, please take good care of the prince, so before the age of thirteen, she can't think, can't speak, and will ...... You can't take care of yourself like a fool. ”

Yan Zenyi, who was still floating in the sky, looked ignorant.

So she's still a ghost, because she still has an unfinished calamity? When this baby grows to the age of thirteen, won't she be wandering like a lonely ghost for thirteen years? Or will she be able to return to her original body and live for another thirteen years?

She didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Reincarnation with memories is like cheating in a new life, which should be a good thing, right? As for her last life, apart from the sense of accomplishment that work occasionally brought her, there was really nothing that made her nostalgic.

She was looking forward to it, and she didn't know if she was looking forward to returning to the next thirteen years of her previous life, or if she was looking forward to a new life.

"Ten...... Thirteen years? Yan Duhuan took a step back as if he was powerless, looking at the cute little round face in the swaddling clothes, and felt that his heart was like a knife.

The little padded jacket he was looking forward to for a long time, but he had to live like a fool for thirteen years, how could this not make him feel distressed. Yan Duhuan raised his eyes and looked around, there were no people in the courtyard, only Shi An and his little apprentice, as well as his own son, and the princess's personal mother.

For the sake of this baby's reputation in the future, after thinking about it, he made up his mind, "This matter must not be spread outside, and she will be taken care of by Mama Ruan before she is thirteen years old. Please also ask the master to keep this secret for the king. ”

"Don't worry, the poor monk will never spread it." Shi An casually took off his Buddha beads from the neck of the little novice beside him, bowed and said, "The poor monk will take his leave first." ”

"Master, please wait...... Yan Duhuan stopped Shi An, who had already turned around, and asked with some hesitation, "The master said that the little girl's life is unspeakably precious, right...... What does that mean? ”